June 21,
2006
Can U.S. Nationalism Survive Political
Futbol?
The
Czech Republic looked like a Varsity team scrimmaging a JV team last
Monday. After the second goal was rocketed into the corner of the net, I
began telling myself, “It’s okay. We all knew this would happen. The US
cannot compete with these teams.” That placated my frustration for about
22 hours (not counting my bizarre dream about a big ugly alien who tried
to stomp on me and also happened to be an incredible ball-handler). But
as I watched Brazil and Croatia, I began steaming again. In World Cups
past, I was jealous of other teams. This time around, I am finding
myself jealous of their fans. As it turns out, the sight of rabid,
disturbingly-obsessive, flare-lighting fans renders me surprisingly
emotional.
As
illustrated with uncanny effectiveness in the World Cup bleachers, there
is something beautiful, even transcendent about the idea of
unconditional nationalism. It plunges much deeper than an alma mater,
and it does not hinge on the integrity or character of political
leaders. It is reckless, unashamed and demonstrated by colors – red and
white, red and white and green, red and white and blue, black and yellow
and red, eggplant and periwinkle, you name it. It is this human instinct
that has catalyzed so many of history’s struggles, for when the business
and complexity of life is whittled down, what else is there? The one
thing in which all of us can find meaning is the fact that we were born
on top of labeled soil and this reality bears consequence in the fuddled
realm of human identity.
I find
that some of the most joyous moments in sports occur when struggling or
seemingly insignificant nations earn the spotlight and a citizen is
given the opportunity to bear their nation’s flag, essentially declaring
to the world, “We exist!”
It
reminds me of a Stephen Crane poem, which reads:
A man
said to the universe:
“Sir I
exist!”
“However,” replied the universe,
“The
fact has not created in me
A
sense of obligation.”
Though
a bit sardonic, the poem alludes to an interesting idea – the
instinctive human desire for acknowledgment. Everyone fears a life of
insignificance, and even worse, an unseen life of insignificance.
Perhaps the only human fear greater than death is an unacknowledged
life. As our identities are intrinsically wrapped up in our
nationalities, how much greater is a person’s desire to declare both
existence and allegiance, and to be recognized by the rest of the world?
Unfortunately, this instinct is under brutal assault in the United
States. Ostensibly resulting from America’s current role in the world, a
burgeoning group of Americans are announcing that they are ashamed to be
associated with their country and are becoming increasingly prone to
sympathize with foreign nations. The rhetoric has shifted from “ashamed
of my president” to “ashamed of my country.” I find this assault on
national identity to be the equivalent of national cancer, destroying a
country from the inside out, eating away at the very soil our instincts
yearn to defend.
Although it is certainly cause for concern that America is getting
beaten in almost every sport in which we participate, it is not the
greatest concern. The greatest concern ought to be that, as more and
more Americans in the international spotlight belong to the group that
is ashamed of its country, and as the mainstream media continue to
sympathize, it is becoming unmistakably clear to the world that
America’s cancer has become aggressive, and we are beginning to lose the
battle.
Americans have forgotten what it means to be nationalists. Nationalism
does not depend on the decisions of its leaders, or the actions of its
military. It does not depend on mistakes of the past or the present or
infamous moments of valor and honor. It does not depend on stories about
great men, terrible men, myths about the old days, what was intended,
overblown tales of struggle and victory in the face of persecution, or
even the paramount ideals such as equality and freedom.
If you
have forgotten what nationalism feels like, watch the World Cup and at
least remember what it looks like. You need only to listen to the buzz
of loyal fans, or watch a jubilant athlete circle the field draped in
national colors, to remember that a concept as beautiful and powerful as
nationalism is simpler than you might think. Nationalism merely says, “I
exist, and this is my home.”
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