Follow-up to 'It Was All a Lie'

Journalism and social media professor Meredith D. Clark was recently asked about her reactions to the January 6 attack on the Capitol. She replied: If people are allowed to assault the Capitol, and if they are not adequately investigated and punished after the fact, it reveals that something isn't true "in the way that we talk about American democracy." Schoolchildren are taught that there is something "almost holy" about democratic institutions in the United States. Yet, on January 6, these institutions were revealed as cheaply valued.

Especially perplexing, Clark said, are the demographics of the people who participated in the attack. "These are people who, by virtue of racial hierarchy in this country, should have every opportunity that can be afforded to someone along racial lines. These are the people for whom American democracy was essentially created," she said — yet, rather than benefiting from the system, "they are willing to turn it on its head to bend the government and the way that we think about democracy to their will..." The observation here (if I interpret it correctly) is that if marginalized groups had stormed the Capitol, it might have been a way of manifesting their grievances against a governing system that has historically excluded their democratic participation, but when white Americans storm the Capitol (or choose not to thoroughly investigate or prosecute those who did), they more pointedly reveal that even they who have been personally well served by the system never really believed it to be sacred.

Former Republican strategist Stuart Stevens said something similar in his book It Was All a Lie. He said that he believed, all through his career, that Republican leaders genuinely stood for values like lowering taxes and avoiding unplanned pregnancies. However, when they nominated Trump in 2016, they revealed that this party platform had always been a lie to drum up votes. They never cared about preserving Constitutional rights, or they wouldn't have nominated a man who was ignorant of American political theory. Clearly, they care about gaining raw power for themselves. Stevens now believes, as I described in an article on Medium last year: "They never genuinely held those values, or else they never could have yielded them up so swiftly."

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In January 2023, former U.S. Representative Adam Kinzinger was quoted in HuffPost ("Adam Kinzinger Is Stuck Wondering What The Republican Party 'Believes Anymore'"):

"I don’t know what my party believes anymore. I don’t hear them talking about smaller government, I don’t hear them talking about a strong national defense. I hear some of them supporting Vladimir Putin over the freedom-loving people of Ukraine and it’s not a party I recognize."

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"Donald Trump Vows To Abolish A Part Of The Constitution On ‘Day One’ If He Wins" Lee Moran, HuffPost, May 31, 2023

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— Michael Tae Sweeney (@mtsw.bsky.social) September 17, 2024 at 10:54 AM

'Joy Over Denmark' by Poul Martin Møller

Poul Martin Møller (1794-1838) is known for his poem "Joy Over Denmark." As I collect references to eunuchs, here, I point out the eunuch in the third-to-last stanza. The translator wrote "Listen to the eunuchs' voices whining," but Möller's original Danish is "Lytte paa den sorte Halvmands Triller" ("Listen to the black half-man's trilling"). The implication is that the eunuch is a harem guard, as he is physically near an Eastern lord and the women he has paid for ("Østens Drot blandt kjøbte Friller"). The poem's overall point is that, while other countries are imagined or known to be wealthy or exotic, the relatively modest Denmark remains beautiful to the poet. The exoticized treatment of other lands is unlovely to me, but it is typical of Western literature that mentions eunuchs.

Joy Over Denmark

Roses proudly glow in Dana's bowers;
Horses graze where sleep heroic dead;
Bees distill the sweetness from the flowers;
Starlings scatter notes in silver showers;
Children gather berries, ripe and red.

Here between the shadows of the shifting
Ocean never come the budding springs;
Only heavy whales go slowly drifting.
While the silent seagulls hover, lifting
Quarry from the waves, with moveless wings.

Friends afar in shining Danish summer,
Do you hail your comrade any more?
Here the tropic wind, a tireless drummer,
Beats against the sails, and this newcomer
Dreams of native fields by Dana's shore.

East or west, however far I wander,
I will think of you by Denmark's Sound;
Even where Constantia's vineyards squander
Splendid beauty, I imagine yonder
Bright Charlottë's beechwood, summer-crowned.

Monks in hovels of Manila grumble,
"Denmark is a little, beggar land."
Java's sons confirm it, even humble
Pedlars of Batavia scornfully mumble,
"Denmark is a little, beggar land."

Slaves of silk-clad Orientals hear them
Stir their fans in torrid discontent,
With their heartless, jeweled mates that fear them,
Gorgeous birds, but not a song to cheer them,
Gaudy tinsel flowers that have no scent.

Could you buy the faith of Northern maiden
With the promise of a golden boon?
Buy a gust of sea-waves fragrance-laden,
Clover fields for slumber, or a glade in
Denmark's fields to dream away the noon?

Poor men who have ploughed their Danish furrow
Shake the fruit from their own orchard trees;
Mind and body quick at work and thorough,
Corn and milk aplenty for to-morrow;
Heifers drowse in grass up to their knees.

Denmark's soil is rich, her sons laborious;
There are virtues in the Danish bread;
Wherefore Danish courage is so glorious,
Wherefore was the Northman's sword victorious,
Wherefore is the Danish cheek so red.

Let the Master of the East, reclining
With his purchased women, doze and nod,
Listen to the eunuchs' voices whining
Through the columns echoing and twining,
While he dozes, an exhausted god.

Underneath the beech, the Danish lover
To the loveliest repeats his vows.
Drifting moonlight showers white above her;
Mirrored swans on haunted waters hover;
Nightingales sing loudly in the boughs.

If such things be poverty's true measure,
Silk-clad eastern prince, I understand;
Then I break my Danish bread at leisure,
Thanking God, I too exclaim with pleasure,
'Denmark is a little, beggar land!'

— Poul Martin Møller, translated by Robert Silliman Hillyer

Images from A Book of Danish Verse translated to English by S. Foster Damon and Robert Silliman Hillyer. New York: The American Scandinavian Foundation, 1922. pp. 63-65. Retrieved from Archive.org.