[I’ve written
a good deal in the last few months about the topic
of critical patriotism, a central focus of my recently completed
fourth book. So for this year’s 4th of July series I wanted to
highlight a handful of distinct examples of perspectives and visions of such
critical patriotism. Please share your own nominees for critical patriots, past
and present, for a crowd-sourced weekend post full of fireworks!]
On an author and book that both introduce under-narrated histories and
redefine American identity.
One of my
bigger pet peeves with the dominant narratives of American history is the
notion that multi-national and –ethnic immigration has been a relatively recent
phenomenon, or at least that it has been most pronounced in the last few
decades. It’s true that the
1965 Immigration Act, the first immigration law that opened up rather than
closed down immigration for various groups and nationalities, led directly to
certain significant waves, especially those from war-torn Southeast Asian
countries like Vietnam and Laos and Cambodia. And it is also true that certain
ethnic groups represented particularly sizeable percentages of the immigrants
in the last decades of the 20th century: Asian Americans, again, and
also Hispanic and West Indian immigrants. None of those facts are
insignificant, and our understanding of America in the 1970s and 80s (for
example) needs to include them in a prominent place. But my issue is with the
very different notion that America prior to 1965 didn’t include immigrants from
these nations (an idea advanced in its most overt form, for example, by Pat
Buchanan in an editorial after the Virginia Tech massacre of 2007, which he
blamed on the shooter’s status as the son of South Korean immigrants).
Multicultural historian Ronald
Takaki notes this belief in the introduction to his
magisterial A Different Mirror,
recounting a conversation when a cab-driver asks him how long he has been in
the US, and he has to reply that his family has been here for over 100 years.
While the most obvious and widespread problem with this belief is that it makes
it much easier to define members of these groups as less American than others,
I would argue that another very significant downside is that it enables us to
more easily forget or ignore the stories of earlier such immigrants; that group
would include Yung
Wing, Maria
Amparo Ruiz de Burton , Sui
Sin Far, and my focus for today, the Filipino-American migrant
worker, novelist, poet, and labor activist Carlos Bulosan. Bulosan came to
the United States in 1930 at the age of 17 (or so, his birthdate is a bit
fuzzy), and only lived another 26 years, but in that time he worked literally
hundreds of different jobs up and down the West Coast, agitated on behalf of
migrant and impoverished laborers and citizens during and after the Depression,
published various poems and short stories (and wrote many others that remained
unpublished upon his far too early death), and wrote the autobiographical,
complex, deeply moving, and critically patriotic novel America is in the Heart (1946).
For the most
part the book—which is certainly very autobiographical but apparently includes
many fictionalized characters, hence the designation of it as a novel (in the
vein of something like On the Road or
The Bell-Jar)—paints an incredibly
bleak picture of its multiple, interconnected worlds: of migrant laborers; of
the lower and working classes in the Depression; and of Filipino-American
immigrants. In the first two focal points, and especially in its tone, which
mixes bleak psychological realism with strident social criticism, Bulosan’s
book certainly echoes (or at least parallels, since it is difficult to know if
Bulosan had read the earlier work) and importantly complements The Grapes of Wrath. But despite that tone, Heart’s ultimate trajectory (like that
of Steinbeck’s novel, which is why I have paired them in a chapter of my
latest book project) is surprisingly and powerfully hopeful. That’s true
partly because of the opening chapters, which are set in Bulosan’s native
Philippines and make it much more difficult to see the book’s America as an
entirely bleak place; but mostly because of the evocative concluding chapter,
where Bulosan develops at length his title’s argument for the continuing and
defining existence of a more ideal America, in the very hearts of all those
seemingly least advantaged Americans on whom his book has focused. The idea
might sound clichéd, but all I can say is “Read the book”; it works, and works
beautifully, as a unique and potent literary model of critical patriotism.
Last critical
patriot tomorrow,
Ben
PS. What do you
think? Critical patriots you’d nominate?
PPS. It's worth adding that Filipino communities had been part of America since the mid-18th century, and had for example taken part in the War of 1812's Battle of New Orleans among other foundational moments.
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