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December 4, 2008

Wal-Mart Stampede: America’s Dying for a Discount

 

“Worker Dies At Long Island Wal-Mart After Being Trampled In Black Friday Stampede.”

 

Let’s take the time to reread those 14 words of a recent New York Daily News headline, eh? Slowly, to let the meaning sink in.

 

Worker Dies At Long Island Wal-Mart After Being Trampled In Black Friday Stampede.

 

Sometimes the metaphors just write themselves, don’t they?

 

If one wishes to try to find the ideal cultural emblem to represent the America of 2008, some symbol that tidily sums up the stuff and substance of the early 21st Century United States in a neat little nutshell, there’s a lot to choose from – the Mooseburger, the mortgage-backed security, and many, many more. Me, I’ll settle for this one modest headline.

 

In the story behind the immortal words Worker Dies At Long Island Wal-Mart After Being Trampled In Black Friday Stampede lurk central, elemental truths about life in the United States. From these words, we can learn what we value, what we live for, what we die for and what we’ll kill for when, as they say, push comes to shove.

 

Oh, sure, we were all shocked and horrified when we learned that a seasonal temporary employee at a Long Island Wal-Mart had attempted to unlock the store’s doors in the early morning hours of November 28, and had been trampled to death for his troubles. “It’s terrible,” we clucked into our leftover turkey and stuffing. “Just awful.” And then we watched again as the story was repeated at the top of the hour. “We’re not like that,” we said to ourselves as we gobbled the last of the pumpkin pie.

 

So if “we” aren’t like that, who was the “they” who, for the sake of a discounted Playstation, stomped the life out of a young man earning $7.00 an hour? “They” are accountants, beauticians, plumbers, insurance salesmen, stockbrokers, elementary school teachers and church deacons. “They” are hockey moms and soccer dads and anyone else who, for the sake of being one of the “lucky” few to save up to X-percent on the consumer item of their choice, is willing to rise early in the morning to stand in the cold and dark outside of a bland suburban big-box store packed to the gills with cheap Chinese-made crap destined to be discarded and forgotten by the time the next “Black Friday” rolls around. “They” are our mothers, our fathers, our brothers and sisters, nephews and nieces, daughters and sons.

 

And “they,” surprisingly like “we,” have been gulled into blind acceptance of the notion that it is somehow necessary or desirable or important to Get More Stuff, even when we already have quite more than enough.

 

On the morning of November 28, just as today, the American economy was busily swirling down the sewer, thanks in large measure to decades of unfettered borrowing and buying. Together, “we” and “they” had acquired flimsy overpriced dwellings, purchased via abundant adjustable-rate mortgages, and packed them to the gills with gaudy furniture and useless trinkets and instantly obsolete electronic toys and slave-labor-made Indonesian fashions, all purchased on our handy 29-percent-interest Citibank Mastercards.

 

But it still wasn’t enough. So, on November 28, even as our jobs were under threat and our McMansions faced foreclosure and our cable television lifelines faced temporary suspension of service, there “they”/”we” were, lined up outside the spotless glass doors of the Long Island Wal-Mart, gazing in drooling wonder at the glistening and brightly lit consumer items inside. And when our moment came, we pounced, Mastercards at the ready.

 

Once the last boot of the cross-section of society entering the Long Island Wal-Mart on November 28 had stomped the face of the young store clerk into a bloody mass, we were left with a few reminders as to the behavioral DNA of the American herd.

 

As Americans, we want what we want, and we want it now. We feel entitled to what we want, and nothing should stop us from getting it. We are at our most powerful as the faceless members of a large and unthinking herd. And given half a chance, we will revert to our most base and animalistic nature and behavior when afforded the herd’s comforting anonymity, whether we’re barging into Wal-Mart or downtown Baghdad. And we will act in accord with the programming the television has inculcated in us, even against our own interests. Every time.

 

So it is that we stand on the cold exterior of retail America’s palaces of synthetic pleasure, gazing rapturously in the direction of a pasteurized-process American Dream, hanging tantalizingly just before us but always just slightly out of reach, with blood dripping from our heels – and waiting for the next opportunity to jam ourselves through the door. First.

 

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