Jesusland vs. Eutopia
Mark Steyn, 12/18/04:
As in previous years, Planned Parenthood has been selling greetings cards for abortion proponents filled with seasonal cheer to send to each other: `Choice On Earth', they proclaim. I can just about understand being a proponent of abortion; I find it harder to fathom someone whose obsession with the subject extends to sending out holiday cards on the theme.
. . . 2004 was a good year for Jesus. He had the big box-office smash of the past 12 months with The Passion of The Christ, scorned by Hollywood but popularised by word of mouth, or word of tongues. And, a couple of days after His man won the US election, a couple of Democrat wags, in a widely disseminated Internet cartoon, renamed a big swath of the North American continent after Him — `Jesusland', stretching across the vast southern interior and pushing up along the Rockies to the 49th parallel. The godless coastal fringes, meanwhile, were joined with Her Majesty's Northern Dominion and rechristened (if you'll pardon the expression) the United States of Canada, a fate I wouldn't wish even on Democrats. And, while the thought of joining their own shrivelled redoubts in a grand union with the biggest `blue state' of all evidently cheers them up, they may be overestimating the blueness of the Great White North: large chunks of Alberta and the British Columbia hinterland would be happy to sign up with the Bible-thumpers, if only for the non-confiscatory tax rates. So Jesusland could well be even larger than its disparagers suggest.
. . . The Jesusland meme is so discombobulating to the secular elites of the western world that within a week it had become the prism through which they view every event in the great republic — even lousy movies. For as the Independent's headline put it, `Alexander the (Not So) Great Fails To Conquer America's Homophobes'. I don't think you have to be a homophobe to find Alexander a stinker; its stinker status does not primarily derive from its mild gayness, so much as from Oliver Stone's incoherent storytelling and a dull central performance by some Irish bloke whose efforts at characterisation start and end with bellowing every line. But, if the world's media want to conjure visions of stump-toothed backwoods knuckle-draggers stomping out of the Jesusland multiplex firing off verses from Leviticus as they demand a full refund, why get in the way of their illusions?
. . . Even if one accepts that the modern Euro-Canadian secular state is the rightful heir to the Enlightenment, it would seem obvious that it's got a lot less enlightened, at least in the sense of `freeing from superstition'. The ludicrous over-reaction by the elites to the US election results is at least as superstitious and irrational as anything the Bible Belt believes. And there's nothing very rational or scientific about refusing to engage with your opponents' arguments and instead dismissing them as mere `phobias' — homophobia, Islamophobia, Chiracophobia.... Whatever else may be said about the evangelicals, they don't sneer `theophobia' whenever they're criticised, even though in that case the lame trope may be almost plausible — when it comes to abnormal psychological fear of the unknown, blue staters' theophobia is more pervasive than red staters' homophobia.
A year or two back, I attended a lunch for a minister from California who was applying for a pastor's gig at a New Hampshire Congregational church. My friend, the aptly named Faith, cut to the chase and asked the minister whether she believed the Bible was the literal truth. `Well,' she said, somewhat condescendingly, `I believe these are useful narratives that we tell each other.' Even if that's so, is it helpful to give the game away? As it turned out, the minister was a lesbian who'd been joined in what she called `Holy Union' with her partner back at their church in Berkeley, since when she'd become an enthusiastic marrier of gay couples across the Bay area. Proclaiming the Bible a series of `useful narratives' is invariably a first step towards proclaiming many of them useless — the relevant portions of Romans, etc.
. . . Steve Sailer pointed out in the American Conservative the other week that George W. Bush won 25 of the 26 states with the highest fertility rate. On the other hand, John Kerry won the 16 states with the lowest. If I were a Democrat looking 20 years down the road, I'd be very alarmed by this trend.
But then not many Democrats do look 20 years down the road: radical secular individualism is a present-tense culture, in America as in Europe. `In the long run we are all dead,' as Keynes said. There speaks a childless homosexual. Those Old Testament big begetters knew better: a celestial afterlife is something we have to take on faith, but our afterlife on earth is the children we beget and the children they in turn beget. `How many divisions has the Pope?' scoffed Stalin. Demographically speaking, Jesusland has more divisions than Eutopia. Pace Timothy Garton Ash, you can't defend the Enlightenment if you're too enlightened to breed. Americans remain mystified about one of the landmark events of this year: the terrorist bloodbath in Madrid that changed the result of the country's election. Why, they wonder on this side of the Atlantic, wouldn't the Spaniards stand firm? But what's to stand firm for? To fight for king and country is to fight for the future, and a nation with Spain's fertility rate — 1.1 children per couple or about half `replacement rate' — has no future.
In that sense, the Bible, beginning with God's injunction to go forth and multiply, is a lot more rational than the allegedly rational types at Planned Parenthood. I'm not an absolutist in these matters. I'm a red stater when it comes to God and guns, but I like European art-house movies where Juliette Binoche or Isabelle Huppert take their kit off. It's a question of balance.
. . . It's easy, in an otherwise wholly secular West, to mock the religiosity of Jesusland. But if eternal salvation remains unproved, the suspension of disbelief required of Eutopian secularists grows daily. If you were one of those `redneck Christian fundamentalists' the world's media are always warning about, you might think the Continent's in for what looks awfully like the Four Horsemen of the Euro-Apocalypse: Famine — the end of the lavishly funded statist good times; Death — the self-extinction of European races too selfish to breed; War — the decline into bloody civil unrest that these economic and demographic factors will bring; and Conquest — the recolonisation of Europe by Islam.
But it goes without saying that Europeans are far too rational and enlightened to believe in such outmoded notions as apocalyptic equestrians. If there is `choice on earth', I'll bet on Jesusland. Happy holidays.