Commentary — September 2, 2010, 2:11 pm

Jimmy Breslin on the National Mood

Noted author and journalist Jimmy Breslin’s most recent book is The Good Rat: A True Story, published by Ecco.

There are these sudden loud noises in the hotel kitchen, one, two,
three, probably a tray falling, and then there is so much screaming
and a hand holding a gun high in the air and Robert Kennedy, who had
walked into the gun, is on the floor with his eyes seeing nothing. On
this June night in 1968 he has just won a Presidential primary and
suddenly he is fit only for a gravedigger’s dirt.

It happens this way when the claws of madness swipe through the sky.
In 1919 Justice Oliver Wendell Holmes called it for all time, and
crashingly so today, when he wrote, “The most stringent protection of
free speech would not protect a man in falsely shouting fire in a
theatre and causing a panic.”

And now in New York they are turning an empty lot of the old World
Trade Center and a mosque that isn’t built and probably never will be,
into national fear. Omaha fights the mosque in Manhattan! Some foamer
named Jones says he burns the Koran, and he actually is treated as
news. All day on television yesterday you had the aimless babbles of
this Beck, who looks like he eats Bibles.

They all come with the double barrels of a Low IQ and High Color Fear
let loose on cable stations and e-mail, of which yesterday you read in
disbelief.

Let me tell you what a life spent running after news like this has
left me remembering. In each case, we had chunks of our Democracy
ripped up and leaders lost and the worst rising. Start with Robert
Kennedy on the kitchen floor and over him, people tear the gun away
from the killer and his body is thrown onto a steam table and I lose
my feet and I don’t know how I am here, but I am sitting atop these
thrashing legs and there is more screaming to hold his body down.
Thrashing those legs won’t help. I’m too heavy to throw off. Now the
football player Roosevelt Grier’s arm, bigger than a steam pipe, comes
down across the guy’s chest and that is that. Grier says quietly, “He
isn’t going anywhere.”

He does not. His name is Sirhan Sirhan. He went to prison. His
kind is not gone. When you have so many hoping for tragedy they are
right over us waiting for the return of the worst of memories.

Before his night in Los Angeles, I am in Dallas on November 22nd,
1963, and in the days before there were these big inflammatory ads
about the evils of President John Kennedy and the lousiness came out
of the radios and television, small whispers when matched with what
we have today, and Kennedy is in an open car and a shot comes out of
the infested sky and he is gone. In the Dallas Police Headquarters at
night, police in cowboy hats kept taking this pale white in a checked
sports shirt out into the hall for the cameras to take pictures with
them holding him, keeping him out there in a crowded hallway as if he
were mounted on a target range, which he sure was. On one of these
times the crush virtually plastered him into me, the sports shirt
touching me, and I claim I can remember the eyes as being insane. I
sure can tell you the name: Lee Harvey Oswald.

Then what was it, only a couple of years later, when the skies
screamed nameless revenge and hurled James Earl Ray into Memphis to
shoot Martin Luther King and that night, when riots broke out
everywhere, I sat with Andrew Young in a musty room in Memphis and he
talked so quietly about the madness of the air people were breathing.
The identical madness that was in Los Angeles where it built another
stadium for murder. And all day yesterday, while they squalled and
broke out poor Jesus at rallies to help them promote race and baseline
dumbness, many could barely wait for September 11th, when they
can act as owners of the place where the World Trade Center stood.
Look around; they say they are victims but they appear to be just
another mob trying to take us apart.

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