RUDIMENTS, pt. 250
Making Cars
Half of my learning life was
spent just making things up.
It was easy and no one even
knew the difference - all those
authorities and such, in school
church and seminary and the
rest, they were all a bunch of
blowhards most intent on
believing their own drivel, so,
I figured why shouldn't I take
it upon myself to do it myself
just as well. I got quickly sick
and tired of hearing all their
muck. There was this one guy,
a Mr. Brown, a history teacher
in the High School - stern-faced,
bent headed, hunched shoulders,
like a bad cross between Richard
Nixon and Mount Rushmore, if
you had to somehow mix the two.
He lived in Staten Island, which
back then (still is) is one of the
more dreary places around here :
just roads of ugly homes, bad
ideas for roads and housing,
leftover things from another
day, things no one knows what
to do with so they either plow
them over, knock them down, or
ignore them and let the rats and
the junkies figure it out. The
people who live there aren't
much better. If you hear, 'I live
in Staten Island,' (Shouldn't that
maybe be 'on'?), just get away
from whoever said it, quickly.
As I said, Mr. Brown lived there,
then. He could never make
one single horse-note of sense
no matter what he said. His
narrative of history was rank,
and riddled with offense. That
final year, the Six-Day War
broke out, right towards the
end of term, and he and this
Jeff Gutman scatterbrain were
running a veritable cheering
troop for Israel. Every day,
each day, right in the classroom.
Man it was annoying. Gutman
was one of those dweebs (and
he had his little gene-pool of
followers, and others too not
of the gene-pool), and they
allowed him to get away with
all sorts of pro-Israel shenanigans,
right there. You'd have thought
he was Abba Eban, or maybe
even Golda Meir - except that
was more like his mother, Lil.
My girlfriend then worked at the
town library, and Lilian Gutman
was one of the bosses, or Library
heads or whatever. The whole
lot of them was a bunch of
fanatics, and brooking no
opposition. Of course, he
ended up somewhere perfect
for him - Harvard or one
of those cat-catcher places,
and maybe even then the
Israeli Army, just to really
prove his case. It was bad
enough that they'd given
carte-blanche to a bunch
of straight-haired and
sedentary East Euro's all
of a sudden pretending
they'd been kinky-haired
Arabian-Israelite ancient
tribal nomads just so they
could get away with stealing
the local lands and having
Europe allow them the
right of erecting their own
nation-state on someone
else's land, under the guise,
and tutelage, of course, of
an acquiescing God who'd
chosen and then allowed them
to do all this and to kill and
maim all the local sand-dwellers
they could find so they then
could move in and pretend that's
what they'd been all along.
(Semite, you see, means
'sand-dweller,' so I never did
know how you could be an
anti-Semite if you were taking
the side of the people who lived
there, on the sand, instead of the
East-Euro dirt-dwellers they were
suddenly shipping in). I did tell
suddenly shipping in). I did tell
this to Gutman and Mr. Brown
too one day while they were
distributing the day's shipment
of the daily NYTimes, which
came into the classroom.
Back then, you see, high
schools allowed you to
subscribe as a group, in
History class to things like
the NYTimes, and get them
each morning and have
something to discuss. We'd
get about 30 a day. Now .
they just watch pre-med
porno on phones instead.
The problem was - NO
discussion really was let
in. The first words I spoke on
this matter were immediately
spun around to attack me back
as being an anti-Semite. Which
case I've just explained, as I
did to them. So, the conclusion
was I was an anti-Semite because
I wasn't rooting for the landed
East-European Kazars, and
Kiev-Rus people, actually, but was
rooting instead for the real Semites
who's always lived there. Huh? The
Kiev-Ru was/is the brand of stolen
Jewry that mostly then was importing
itself into Israel in 'Israel'. The local
Palestinians, etc., WERE the Semites.
rooting instead for the real Semites
who's always lived there. Huh? The
Kiev-Ru was/is the brand of stolen
Jewry that mostly then was importing
itself into Israel in 'Israel'. The local
Palestinians, etc., WERE the Semites.
I also said they couldn't call it
'Isreal' because there was nothing
'real' about their cause at all.
Anyway, most people just close
their minds and stick with their
own tribal versions of their
own family stories, I guess.
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It was OK because I knew I was
moving on, and not to anywhere
any one of them was going. Like
salt digging into a wound, I was
really churning them up. It was
kind of funny, though, to see all
the pretention and to watch the
people prone to it fall for it doing
so big time. When you're that age,
the bigger the 'name; you can
glom onto, the 'bigger' you can
feel about your fake, big-time,
self. There's this historian guy
named Hayden White, a historian,
who wrote, about 1966, a thing
called 'The Burden of History,'
which proposed that history was
falling behind, losing its realistic
sense. It was like that with these
two also - and even if Mr. Brown
was a 'History' teacher, it was
getting all twisted up. "Both
science and art have transcended
the older, stable conceptions of
the world which required that
they render a literal copy of a
presumably static reality." White
felt that it was time History
began doing the same - what
it meant was 'going outside the
real boundaries of what occurred,
and making things up.' Which,
of course, I'd felt Mr. Brown and
Jeff Gutman had been doing all
along. But this was 'high school'
man, in a dumb-ass no-think town.
You just were not supposed think
that way, that far outside of the
box, and no one had the brains
enough there anyway to think
that anyone ever would. It was
like being in a preternaturally
retarded system of schooling
and learning, in which, back then,
all you really were supposed to
do was go shopping, dine, and
amass things. That was a 'citizen.'
And it was the only reason for all
that 'education' crap anyway. That,
or maybe let them ship you off to
Vietnam so you could come back
more with the program, or dead ,
maimed or shaking for life.
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"The historian serves no one
well by constructing a specious
continuity between the present
world and the one which
preceded it. On the contrary,
we require a history that will
educate us to discontinuity
more than ever before; for
discontinuity, disruption, and
chance is our lot." By the later
seventies, he'd written a few
other things too, and the essential
premise I carried from it was
the idea that 'Historians' had
pretty much ended up aping
fiction writers in what they do -
taking the 'supposed facts' of
historical events, as victors, of
course, and writing their own
fiction around it, their fictional,
more or less, version of how both
the what and why of things that had
the what and why of things that had
occurred. Generally phrased, All
stories are fictions. While historical
facts are scientifically verifiable,
stories are not. Stories are made, not
found, in the historical data. Meaning
is imposed on the historical facts by
means of the choice of plot-type,
and this is inevitably ethical and
political at bottom. Like Mr. Brown
and Gutman in their sandbox.
Written by victors; the losers
never get to write.
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