One evening in the spring of 1993 I
took a bus across San Francisco, leaving the troubled, largely
impoverished neighborhood of the Western Addition, populated mostly
by the descendents of African slaves, in which I lived (representing,
I suppose, the artistic hippie beginnings of the gentrification
process which has since pushed most of San Francisco's Black
population across the bay). My closest friend at the time was
someone I met because we were housemates in a big apartment. He was
a tall man with a long, thick red mane and beaming eyes named Eric
Mark. A brilliant engineer with a promising career as such who quit
his job and became a cab driver in the interest of experiencing life
more fully. Eric and I, along with one friend and two of his
acquaintances, were headed to the Mission District, another troubled,
impoverished neighborhood, this one populated mostly by the refugees
from the wars in Guatemala and El Salvador, generally known as
“immigrants.”
Had we been just a clueless bunch of
outsiders maybe we would have been fine, but two members of our party
were of Mexican origin, and there was a gang war going on. It was
the wee hours of the morning on May 1st and several of us
were decorating a nearby abandoned building with political slogans
appropriate for International Workers Day, while Eric and Alfredo
were keeping watch, ostensibly for cops, on the sidewalk three
stories below. A group of kids with a gun pulled up in a car and
demanded the contents of Eric and Alfredo's pockets, which were
promptly delivered. One young man then pointed his gun at Alfredo,
who looked suspiciously Latin but was apparently causing offense
because he was dressed entirely in black, which was not either one of
the gang colors. Eric stepped in front of the gun, asked the kids
what more they wanted now that they had taken their money, and the
kid pulled the trigger.
A madman with a gun killed Eric. He
didn't use an assault rifle, just a shotgun, and it didn't even make
the news. The police investigation seemed to last a few hours at
most, with no one identified, arrested, tried, or any of that. And
although it was a somewhat unusual case in that Eric was white, he
was otherwise just another one of many thousands of mostly young men
killed that year, and every year since – one of many, many times
more innocent people killed this way by guns, and as shocking and
life-shattering for his friends and family when he was shot as it has
been for those close to the stolen lives of Newtown, Aurora, or
Blacksburg. The motivation for the crime? Gang initiation, perhaps.
The motivation for the gang? Poverty, racism, drug prohibition –
what you could call the madness of our society. A madman with a gun
killed Eric, but what was it that drove him mad? Was this a
“senseless murder”? “Senseless” meaning we can't make sense
of it, it's so crazy it can't be understood?
Now there's been a massacre horrific
enough to sustain the attention of the media as well as the general
population for more than a few days, and there's a lot of talk about
banning assault weapons, what to do about gun violence in the US, and
how to improve mental health services for the sociopathic killers in
our midst.
Banning assault weapons is a very good
idea, no doubt, and I don't want to set up a straw man in order to
knock it down, but a simplified version of the argument I'm hearing
from a lot of mainstream as well as progressive media is if we had
the gun laws of “other developed countries” we'd then have a
similar homicide rate to those countries. While I'm sure that a lot
fewer people would die on the streets and classrooms of the US if we
could effectively ban assault weapons, what seems equally obvious is
once such a ban went into effect we would still have a far higher
homicide rate than “other developed countries,” because we are
not one of those “other developed countries,” we are a banana
republic.
I have spent several months of almost
every year since the late 90's playing music in those other developed
countries, mostly in northwestern Europe, and I can tell you from
abundant first-hand observation that it is not just our gun laws that
differentiate us from “other developed countries.” I hear the
talking heads making noises about expanding mental health services.
Sounds like a nice idea, if you're into rearranging deck chairs on
sinking ships. The elephant in the living room is we don't live in
that kind of country. This isn't a country where people get
“services.” This is a country where you work or die, where you
are denied essential surgery for not having insurance, where even if
your insurance covers mental health care, that means three
appointments with a psychiatrist and a prescription for Prozac. Not
all deranged American mass murderers are from privileged suburban
communities with parents who can easily afford them “mental health
services.”
This is America, this is a banana
republic, this is a country with two oscillating ruling parties who
both agree we should spend half our tax dollars on the military while
governing over a country which has entire cities where the average
lifespan is significantly lower than in many impoverished African
countries. This is a country with four million people living on the
street. You gonna give them mental health services? Before or after
you find them a place to live and enough food to eat?
But it's a nice fantasy. We need lots
of mental health services. And after we ban assault weapons it would
be nice if our society didn't systematically breed alienated young
men who learn to resent the more privileged and more attractive
people they seem to be surrounded by, who ultimately dehumanize the
socially more successful girls and women who are usually their
targets when they snap and bring assault rifles and bombs to their
schools. But once these people have been produced by our pathetic,
jock-worshipping suburban school systems and our culture of
commercialism and greed which constantly tells these unstable young
men that they're not pretty enough, not sociable enough, or rich
enough to ever get anywhere in life, then there's a lot more than
some mental health services that they will need.
I know what it's like in countries
where there is no underclass to speak of, where the social atmosphere
in the public schools is much more reminiscent of a Waldorf school
than a typical American public school, where people can talk sensibly
about “improving mental health services” for an entire society.
In the social democracies of Europe where most government housing is
indistinguishable from privately-owned buildings, where almost all
the jobs pay a decent wage and include at least several weeks of paid
vacation every year, where any citizen can get a college education
for free, where you can get across town or across the country more
cheaply and faster in a train than in a car, people talk about
“improving mental health services.” It seems half the people I
meet in places like that work in mental health services, it's like my
own private joke, one that only visitors from a banana republic can
understand. You ask a Scandinavian what they do for a living, and
you'll see – a shocking amount of the time their answer will have
something to do with caring for people. If they're older than their
early twenties, they'll usually be highly trained experts with
college degrees specializing in something having to do with
education, taking care of the elderly, or helping drug addicts and
people with mental problems. The conversation usually goes something
like this:
Me: What do you do for a living?
Scandinavian: I'm a pedagog.
Me: Oh, I see. Do you specialize in
children, the elderly, or drug addicts?
At which point the Scandinavian will
respond with one of those three options, generally.
But the only reason they can have a
society like that in those “other developed countries” is because
they have a certain fundamental thing that we lack: democracy. For
all the hype to the contrary, we live in the least democratic
“developed country” around. You need go no further than the
following for the evidence: while polls have shown consistently for
decades that most Americans would rather spend their tax dollars on
things like education, health care and housing, we instead spend half
of our taxes on the military, sending generations of young men all
over the world in order to learn how to be sociopathic killers. We
spend more on taxes than the average Japanese. Whereas the Japanese
get space-age mass transit and universal healthcare, we get Amtrak,
prisons and an abundance of fighter jets and nuclear bombs to defend
us from an enemy that has never really existed, that has always been
nothing more than an excuse for a nakedly imperial, extremely violent
foreign policy.
If any political party in Europe even
talked about changing the system there so half of the taxes went to
the military, they would be voted out of office in the next election.
But they have multi-party democracies with political groupings that
have radically differing opinions – we don't. It is our lack of
democracy, the fact that we are a banana republic ruled by a
consortium of energy companies and banks, that prevents us from
“improving mental health services.” “Improving mental health
services” in America is like putting a new coat of paint on the
Supermax penitentiary. It's a sick joke. We are not one of those
“other developed countries” – we are a country with a huge
portion of the population that lives with levels of violence that
have far more in common with Bogota than Berlin, and for the same
sorts of reasons. Inequality, poverty, lack of opportunity.
We can take away the assault rifles,
and I hope we do, but until we develop a real democracy, stop
spending all our money on bombs, and eliminate poverty – all of
which can and has been done by many of those “other developed
countries” – the innocent children and adults like Eric Mark and
so many others will continue to be killed by “madmen” in
“senseless acts of violence.” And while Anders Breivik is
evidence that even in a democratic, egalitarian society where assault
weapons are not available over the counter, a dedicated fascist can
still manage to import some guns from the USA and kill lots of
innocent people if he really wants to, it is only once we have a
democratic, egalitarian society ourselves that we will be able to
stop the majority of the violence so rife on the streets of America:
the violence caused by American poverty and American racism.
David Rovics is a singer/songwriter
who grew up in suburban Connecticut, currently based in Portland,
Oregon. Songs and poems he's written relevant to gun violence and
modern-day massacres include “Song for Eric,” “All the GhostsThat Walk This Earth,” “I'm Taking Someone With Me When I Go,”
“Aurora Massacre,” and “Breivik.” All of these songs can be
found at www.davidrovics.com
for free download.