Silence, propaganda reign as West stokes fears of ‘looming threat’ of war with China
- America’s ‘war on terror’ has cost millions of lives but the enormity of this violence and suffering seems to have no place in the Western consciousness
- As China-bashing heats up in mainstream journalism, no literary critics and journalists seem prepared to question the foundations of the Western way of life
In 1935, the Congress of American Writers was held in New York City, followed by another two years later. They called on “the hundreds of poets, novelists, dramatists, critics, short story writers and journalists” to discuss the “rapid crumbling of capitalism” and the coming of another war.
They were electric events. The most celebrated writers of the age, Arthur Miller, Ernest Hemingway, Lillian Hellman, Dashiell Hammett and John Steinbeck, warned that fascism was rising, often disguised, and writers and journalists had a responsibility to speak out.
The reporter and novelist Martha Gellhorn spoke from the floor about “the comradeship of humanity. Where is it?”.
Martha, who became a close friend, told me later over her customary glass of Famous Grouse whisky and soda: “The responsibility I felt as a journalist was immense. I had witnessed the injustices and suffering delivered by the Depression, and I knew, we all knew, what was coming if silences were not broken.”
Her words echo across the silences in the Western world today: they are silences filled with a consensus of propaganda that contaminates almost everything we read, see and hear. Let me give you one example.
“Beijing could strike within three years,” they warned. “We are not ready.” Billions of dollars are to be spent on American nuclear submarines, but that, it seems, is not enough. “Australia’s holiday from history is over”: whatever that might mean.
There is no threat to Australia. None. The faraway “lucky” country has no enemies, least of all China, its largest trading partner. Yet China-bashing that draws on Australia’s long history of racism towards Asia has become something of a sport for the self-ordained “experts”. What do Chinese-Australians make of this? Many are confused and fearful. There have been attacks on the streets.
The authors of this grotesque piece of dog-whistling and obsequiousness to American power are Peter Hartcher and Matthew Knott, “national security reporters” I think they are called. Both are mouthpieces for a strange, deluded, obsolete, imperial-besotted establishment in Canberra.
“How did it come to this?” Martha Gellhorn might say. “Where on earth are the voices saying no?” A once somnolent social democracy, Australia has enacted a web of new laws protecting secretive, authoritarian power and preventing the right to know. Whistleblowers are outlaws, to be tried in secret. An especially sinister law bans “foreign interference” by those who work for foreign companies.
Right across the West, democracy is notional now; there is rule by an all-powerful elite of the corporation merged with the state and disguised by the demands of “identity”. Our political imagination has been pacified by PR, distracted by the intrigues of ultra low-rent politicians.
No writers’ congress in 2023 worries about “crumbling capitalism” and the lethal provocations of “our” leaders. The most infamous of these, Tony Blair, a prima facie criminal under the Nuremberg Standard, is free and rich. Julian Assange, who dared journalists to prove their readers had a right to know, is in his second decade of incarceration.
The rise of fascism in Europe is uncontroversial. Or “neo-Nazism” or “extreme nationalism”, if you prefer. Ukraine as modern Europe’s fascist beehive has seen the re-emergence of the cult of Stepan Bandera, the passionate anti-Semite and mass murderer who lauded Hitler’s “Jewish policy”, which left 1.5 million Ukrainian Jews slaughtered. “We will lay your heads at Hitler’s feet,” a Banderist pamphlet proclaimed to Ukrainian Jews.
Today, Bandera is hero-worshipped in western Ukraine and scores of statues of him and his fellow-fascists have been paid for by the EU and the US, replacing those of Russian cultural giants and others who liberated Ukraine from the original Nazis.
In 2014, following an American-sponsored coup in Kyiv and spearheaded by the Azov regiment, whose insignia, the “Wolfsangel”, was made infamous by the German SS, Ukraine’s military invaded the eastern, Russian-speaking Donbas region. According to the United Nations 14,000 in the east were killed. Seven years later, with the Minsk peace conferences sabotaged by the West, as Angela Merkel cynically confessed, the Red Army invaded.
This version of events is not reported in the West. Understanding the extreme provocation that a Nato-armed borderland, Ukraine, the same borderland through which Hitler invaded in 1941, presented to Moscow, is anathema.
In Britain, where are the voices? A few years ago, Terry Eagleton, then professor of English literature at Manchester University, reckoned that “for the first time in two centuries, there is no eminent British poet, playwright or novelist prepared to question the foundations of the Western way of life”.
No Shelley spoke for the poor, no Blake for utopian dreams, no Byron damned the corruption of the ruling class, no Thomas Carlyle and John Ruskin revealed the moral disaster of capitalism. William Morris, Oscar Wilde, HG Wells, George Bernard Shaw had no equivalents today. Harold Pinter was alive then, “the last to raise his voice”, wrote Eagleton.
Where did postmodernism – the rejection of actual politics and authentic dissent – come from? The publication in 1970 of Charles Reich’s bestselling book, The Greening of America, offers a clue. America then was in a state of upheaval; Richard Nixon was in the White House, a civil resistance, known as “the movement”, had burst out of the margins of society in the midst of a war that touched almost everybody. At the same time, Black Americans claimed their “civil rights”.
On the cover of Reich’s book were these words: “There is a revolution coming. It will not be like revolutions of the past. It will originate with the individual.”
Within a few years, the cult of “me-ism” had all but overwhelmed many people’s sense of acting together, of social justice and internationalism. Class, gender and race were separated. The personal was the political and the media was the message. Make money, it said.
In the years since, America has gone to war with the world. According to a largely ignored report by the Physicians for Social Responsibility, Physicians for Global Survival and the Nobel Prize-winning International Physicians for the Prevention of Nuclear War, the number killed in America’s “war on terror” was “at least” 1.3 million in Afghanistan, Iraq and Pakistan.
This figure does not include the dead of US-led and fuelled wars in Yemen, Libya, Syria, Somalia and beyond. The true figure, said the report, “could well be in excess of 2 million [or] approximately 10 times greater than that of which the public, experts and decision makers are aware and [is] propagated by the media and major NGOS”.
“At least” 1 million were killed in Iraq, say the physicians, or 5 per cent of the population.
The enormity of this violence and suffering seems to have no place in the Western consciousness. Today, war by media is a key task of so-called mainstream journalism, reminiscent of that described by a Nuremberg prosecutor in 1945: “Before each major aggression, with some few exceptions based on expediency, they initiated a press campaign calculated to weaken their victims and to prepare the German people psychologically … In the propaganda system … it was the daily press and the radio that were the most important weapons.”
There was no threat from China; there was a threat to China from the US; some 400 American military bases formed an arc along the rim of China’s industrial heartlands, which a Pentagon official described to me as a “noose”. On Okinawa, I heard about an American nuclear missile that was almost launched at China and North Korea in 1962. The “missilier” was deranged, not the system, I was assured with a straight face.
Ho Chi Minh’s Vietnam was victorious, and none of the above happened. Instead, Vietnamese civilisation blossomed, remarkably, in spite of the price they paid: three million dead by one count.
If the current propagandists – call them provocateurs – get their war with China, this figure will be a fraction of what is sure to come.