I’m trying to come up with a framework for ‘flipping’ nationalism. Lefties and progressives and all those kinds of folks bemoan nationalism as a restrictive force that keeps people’s minds from seeing the possibilities. And they’re generally correct in their assessment, but their attitude is all wrong.
Nationalism is like any other -ism. You can take it and make it your own. You can personalize it, you can modify it, you can subvert it. It’s just some ideas that sort of self-organize into a group. They all reinforce each other. So if you can take one or two of them and give them a little tweak, the others will reinforce that tweak.
So I’m thinking about nationalism, and how it’s a sort of myth. Just a few nights ago I read Gilgamesh for the first time, because I was thinking about Hammurabi’s code, one of the oldest written sets of laws, which came from Mesopotamia. A land we now know as Iraq. Iraq just set down its first constitution since being invaded and occupied by the US, so I was thinking about what kind of story you could tell about the relationship between these two documents.
That led me to Gilgamesh, because some of the deities mentioned in Hammurabi’s code are in Gilgamesh, the oldest written story in existence. The epic of Gilgamesh was set down by Shin-eqi-unninni, the world’s first published fiction writer, a third of the way back to the last ice age. For real.
So my original intention was to compare the oldest stories of national identity (Gilgamesh was a king, after all, and Hammurabi didn’t write a code because he was a peasant) to the current story of national identity in the US, but now I’m a little side-tracked.
Maybe next time.