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Mannaggia l’America
With all the furor and rage
being expended over the past comments of Barack Obama’s pastor Jeremiah
Wright—especially his phrase that God Bless America really should be God Damn America—a person would think
that such blasphemy had never before been heard in the history of the world.
The truth is, I used to hear it almost every day. And it came from the mouth of
my father, an Italian immigrant, and it came in his native language: Mannaggia l’America was how he put it. And the truth is that it was rather a
commonplace among Italian immigrants of that pre- and post-WWII era.
Now I
can’t speak for others, but I do know what was behind my father’s use of the
phrase, and it was something similar to what was behind Wright’s. That is, my
father was railing at the fact that in his view as an Italian immigrant,
America lacked respect for both quality and equality alike. As a hairdresser,
he knew this firsthand. He invested his entire life in quality work. And what
constantly drove him to distraction was the fact that peers of his were making
fortunes by running strings of beauty shops devoted to quantity: “Get’ em in,
get ‘em out, give ‘em dye jobs, frizzy hair, whatever they want.” My father
refused to do this. Refused to ever touch hair dye, for example, because he knew, from his chemistry work, that
it was poisonous. Just as he knew that the cold-wave solutions being initially
marketed in those days by corporations like Toni and Richard Hudnut, were even
more toxic to human skin. He also considered his judgment as an ‘artist of
hair’ so inarguable that he refused to cater to his customers’ whims of the
moment: “If they didn’t like what I wanted to do, I’d throw them out.” All this
led to declining popularity and vanishing success. All of which, in his eyes,
was due to a total lack of respect for quality work in Mannaggia l’America.
He
ran up against the same problem in every business he ever tried. After a heart
attack made it impossible for him to continue as a hairdresser, he tried becoming
a building contractor to take advantage of the suburban housing boom then
reigning after World War II. He went broke on his commitment to building
quality dwellings rather than hastily-raised shacks that he could sell on the
cheap. And in the final movement of his life—wherein he tried desperately to
market his formula for a permanent-wave solution that curled hair without heat
and without toxicity—he was unceremoniously rebuffed by the large corporations
then making millions in the new cold-wave industry: they told him they didn’t care about burnt scalps and
lawsuits because their huge profits allowed them to employ lawyers sufficient
to easily offset the few settlements they had to pay.
Mannaggia l’America.
It
was his constant lament. For the America he encountered was even less interested
in equality. As an Italian immigrant he was considered, when he arrived, one of
the great unwashed, the detritus being vomited up by Europe to occupy the slums
of American cities and pollute the American dream. And though he made Herculean
strides in learning the language (in spite of being expelled from 6th
grade), and the codes of the polite society he catered to in his beauty shop,
he knew how white America assessed him—as a “dago,” as a “wop,” as a creature
only nominally less degraded than the African Americans it had enslaved and
dehumanized even in its founding document. The only equality that perhaps meant
something was the equality of money. If one made enough money, then one might
get to be equal (at least on paper). Otherwise, forget it. America—its creed,
its commerce, its holidays, its fundamental attitude about life—was nothing, he
insisted, but a “money-making proposition.” Those who made it in such a place
were for the most part “thieves within the law.” Mannaggia l’America.
The
interesting thing to me today is that though he clearly understood the
fundamental larceny of American business, he probably didn’t know the whole
truth of it. He didn’t know, as we now do, that the real truth behind Pastor
Wright’s prediction that God will sooner or later “damn America” stems from an
understanding of American history: its theft of the land from its original
inhabitants starting with its ‘discovery’; its continuing theft of the West and
Southwest from Mexico and any other people or entity that threatened its
“manifest destiny”; the theft by those who run the government and the
corporations for their profit and control; the theft that continues by
corporations driving the economic conquest that now covers the entire globe,
placing whole countries and their people in thrall; and of course the theft
Pastor Wright was talking about—the continuing theft of the lives of the
millions of Africans brought to America in chains, and kept in the chains of
poverty and injustice even into our own time. He didn’t know about that, my
father, though he intuited it from what he knew—that those who control the
money control the government and controlling the government means controlling
the laws, which in turn means being free to be “thieves within the law.” This is
the freedom that flag-waving Americans are really talking about: the freedom to
plunder all those who have what we want. And, as John Perkins makes clear in
his Confessions of an Economic Hit Man,
the freedom to sanction or starve out or bring down or invade or eliminate any
leader or country that refuses to accommodate itself to that theft. As a
partial list, just think Iran, Iraq, Guatemala, Nicaragua, Colombia, Ecuador, Chile,
the Philippines, Vietnam and Indonesia, not to mention the places like Pakistan
and Egypt and Saudi Arabia and Jordan where we prop up our dictators of choice,
or the original objects of American predation like Mexico, Cuba and Puerto Rico.
So,
as far as my father would have been concerned, Reverend Wright was right. If
there is any justice in this world—and that is not at all a foregone
conclusion—the forces that operate the universe (call it God if you like; karma
if you like; history if you like) will eventually damn America as they
eventually damned Rome. For though the packing of the courts with Neanderthals
guarantees that the law in its conventional sense cannot provide real justice,
the higher law which says that for every action there is an equal and opposite
reaction (some might call it “blowback”) perhaps can. We have already seen
something like it working in Iraq, in Afghanistan, on 9/11, and in the money
markets; and we will, I am afraid, continue to hear mannaggias upon l’america
for some time to come.
March 21, 2008
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