I was going to flush this post down the toilet, after I discovered how badly this thread had been derailed. But, what the hey:Jack, don't leave off. Surely we can discuss something from different points of view without disturbing the peace?
Just because a principle or a value has been abused doesn't mean that it should be dismissed, or that it's meaningless. On the contrary, the most cynical, exploitative and selfish people use it specifically
because it is such so potent to move us, on perhaps a very deep level, and because it fulfills a very deep human need.
In fact, "love" is probably the only value that has been abused more commonly, and more destructively, than "loyalty to one's country". No doubt most wife-batterers and child abusers (even murderers) describe themselves as motivated by "love". A lot of emotionally abusive parents view themselves as "loving" and devoted to their poor children. I can't listen to a lot of "love" songs without hoping that the songwriter/singer will find good professional help. And then, there's the old cliche: "If you really loved me, like I love you, you'd..."
But despite all the terrible abuses of the idea of love, this does not change the fact that in its healthy aspects, love itself is a noble, empowering, enriching and essential drive that allows us to transcend our narrowest and smallest selves, and to bring out of us previously unsuspected strengths.
But with all the false, pathological messages being directed at us, how can we differentiate between the healthy and unhealthy forms of love?
This reminds me (yes, things occur to me as I write) of that wonderful story by Paulo Cuelho that I quoted once before here at RI:
Prologue to The Alchemist, by Paulo Cuelho:
The alchemist picked up a book that someone in the caravan had brought. Leafing through the pages, he found a story about Narcissus.
The alchemist knew the legend of Narcissus, a youth who knelt daily beside a lake to contemplate his own beauty. He was so fascinated by himself that, one morning, he fell into the lake and drowned. At the spot where he fell, a flower was born, which was called the narcissus.
But this was not how the author of the book ended the story.
He said that when Narcissus died, the goddesses of the forest appeared and found the lake, which had been fresh water, transformed into a lake of salty tears.
"Why do you weep?" the goddesses asked.
"I weep for Narcissus," the lake replied.
"Ah, it is no surprise that you weep for Narcissus," they said, "for though we always pursued him in the forest, you alone could contemplate his beauty close at hand."
"But...was Narcissus beautiful?" the lake asked.
"Who better than you to know that?" the goddesses said in wonder. "After all, it was by your banks that he knelt each day to contemplate himself!"
The lake was silent for some time. Finally, it said:
"I weep for Narcissus, but I never noticed that Narcissus was beautiful. I weep because, each time he knelt beside my banks, I could see, in the depths of his eyes, my own beauty reflected."
"What a lovely story," the alchemist thought.
I think this short parable contains the key to both the healthy form of "love" and the healthy form of "loyalty to one's country" (which is but another type of love). Like love, loyalty to one's country should never come at the expense of one's integrity or self-respect, or sense of self-worth and dignity; on the contrary, in its healthy form, it has the power to ennoble and inspire us.
JackRiddler wrote:No country is more of an abstraction than "America." By which I mean to repeat my point: I don't like anyone telling me what constitutes "loyalty." Because those are usually the authoritarians who mean loyalty to themselves, or loyalty to a very narrow vision of what the "country" should be. Also because, as often as not, those are the ones who are going to claim that loyalty to the US and loyalty to the colonial outpost ("the only democracy in the Middle East") are the same thing.
This is like the example above, of the "if you loved me, you'd...(usually something toxic or miserable)." They can claim whatever they like, but if one's loyalty is truly to one's country and not to those who illegitimately claim loyalty to themselves, then one will fight them, not obey them.
JackRiddler wrote:Like it or not, those who most readily resort to talk of "loyalty" are the most authoritarian, least tolerant and most regressive elements of our political mosaic, with an extremely specific idea of "loyalty" that would, for example, include loyalty to the military in an aggressive war, but would not make a priority of loyalty to the US Bill of Rights. (I believe you may have a problem with their counterparts in Egypt, the ones who speak of "loyalty" as they commit atrocities against the people, whom they sometimes call "anti-Egyptian" for not kow-towing to an injust state.)
It's good that you mention Egypt as an example, because it illustrates just what I mean. For 30 years, Mubarak's regime tried to conflate between loyalty to Egypt and loyalty to him. His supporters and sycophants actually referred to him as "the national symbol", and treated any opposition as treasonous to Egypt. In the last few years especially, flag-waving and other expressions of nationalist fervor were coopted by the regime. Even so, at no point was the regime able to quell dissent completely: the prisons and graves were full of those who fought them, often single-handedly. Passivity, demoralization, depression were pervasive. Books starting coming out with titles like, "Whatever Happened to the Egyptian People?" and, in a cynical twist on the nationalist slogan "Egypt is My Mother", a book came out with the title, "Egypt is My [Evil] Stepmother." It went through 17 printings and was constantly sold out. But then suddenly, defying all the 'experts' who had written the Egyptians off, the whole country rose up and overthrew him and his regime.
And all of us were astounded at the depth of love we felt for our country. The effect was noticeable all around us. We'd thought we were broken, but suddenly we felt whole and clean and stronger than we'd ever suspected we could be.
And yes, then we were betrayed by the generals, and by the Muslim Brotherhood, who chose to pursue their own narrow interests at our expense, while proclaiming the loftiest patriotic principles, of course. The generals started killing demonstrators, torturing them, putting them away in military prisons, by the thousands. But that's what evil tyrants do.
The amazing, incredible thing is that despite the heavy cost, there is no dearth of brave young people defying them in every way. If you look at the list of martyrs, you'll discover that many of them had everything to live for: medical students at the top of their class, lawyers, computer engineers, from comfortable backgrounds or making a good living, or just starting families, with so much to lose, but willing to sacrifice it -- for what? Our hero Ahmed Harara, who has become a genuine national symbol, used to be a successful young dentist; he lost one eye on January 28, 2011, the "Friday of Anger", to a police sniper.
He lost the other one on November 19, 2012, to an army sniper.

When asked if he regretted the sacrifice he's made, he answered, "My eyes are not more important than Egypt."
I'm honored to say that Ahmed Harara is not unique. The revolution has transformed Egypt into a veritable fountainhead of heroes and heroines, all motivated by a deep love for their country and a desire to transform it into
one that nurtures the best in all of us. Despite the most unbearable provocations, they've kept their struggle non-violent, creative and driven by solidarity with their fellow Egyptians and all who suffer from injustice, because that's what they want Egypt to represent. These were the "invisible generation", whom nobody took into account; now they are our inspiration and our hope.
How can you dismiss such a powerful weapon in the hands of the people, just because its counterfeit is used by oppressors? Especially when, in the presence of the real thing, the counterfeit doesn't stand a chance: it is so obviously cheap, tinny and hollow.
"If you're not careful the newspapers will have you hating the oppressed and loving the people doing the oppressing." - Malcolm X