19 february 2004

line in the sand

Even the most prescient of public intellectuals can be mistaken as often as not. The trick is that—if you're going to be wrong—just try not to be very, very wrong.

As in (for instance) this assessment by Andrew Sullivan: Life After Wartime.

Maybe it was the sight of James Gandolfini, of Tony Soprano fame, playing a gay mobster in the recent movie “The Mexican” that really brought it home to me. Is the culture war over or what? No one in the movie theater I went to seemed to bat an eyelid at this icon of Italian masculinity being gay — and so far as I know, we've even been spared any hand wringing from the religious right on the matter. Odd, isn't it? It wasn't that long ago, after all, that any straight actor playing a gay character would have been news. And it wasn't that long ago that we were all being rushed to the barricades to defend or attack any number of other hot-button social topics — abortion rights, gay visibility, pop-culture trash, affirmative action, the war on drugs — and not only as separate political issues but as a contest for the very soul of the country. Almost overnight, though, the energy seems to have seeped out of these conflicts. While there are still plenty of inflammatory moments, and plenty of opportunities for dissent, the crackle of cultural gunfire is now increasingly distant.

To be fair, this was written almost exactly three years ago, before the metaphorical “cultural gunfire” was replaced by multi-engined manned missles and the crackle of the real thing. Perhaps Sullivan had half a point then: the nation had just been through the trauma of the unnaturally extended 2000 presidential election, and forces on both sides of the culture wars were simply exhausted. But the lull—if indeed it was one—could not have lasted, even if 9/11 had not abruptly changed the terms of the debate.

Indeed, when I first read this piece over on his website in the halcyon days of that March, my response to the question Is the culture war over or what? was I sure as hell hope not. Now it looks like I've gotten my wish in spades: 2004 is going to have more in common with summer 1968 than spring 2001. (And Sully's currently plagued by so many cognitive dissonances I fear that he will spontaneously combust.)

I will be returning to the culture war theme often in the next few months. Tonight, let's begin with perhaps the most obvious manifestation, brought to us courtesy San Francisco mayor Gavin Newsom.

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