What is so rotten underneath the orderly facade of Suburbia?
Driving down the street in the suburbs of Toronto, I see wealth, safety, order and cleanliness. Even the smallest house has ample room (no tar-paper shacks here), plenty of amenities (colour TV, phones and cars are de rigeur), the lawns are neat and the streets are well maintained and properly planned. Who could reasonably want more?
If one didn’t know better, one would assume that places where this is not the case (like American inner-cities) would emulate the people who live in the suburbs. But they don’t, they scorn them. Furthermore, the adolescents of the people who own these tidy houses both scorn where they live and emulate the styles of their peers in the housing projects. Why?
To small-l liberals, the answer is spiritual. There is something wrong with the value system of the inhabitants of suburbia. It has a rotten core. And you know what? They are right. But not the way they think. In fact, if the truth be told, these people would shocked to their foundations. Because the small-l liberals are to blame for this predicament.
But not the way most conservatives think either. The problem is not a lack of family values. Looking at the way suburbanites indulge, pamper and protect their children, lack of parental love is not the chief problem. While divorce rates are higher now that at any time since the aristocracy of ancient Rome fell, parental care for their children is also higher. Look at the middle ages – parents were a lot younger then and treated their children the way older brothers and sisters treat their siblings today. They were more inclined to beat them than make them wear a tricycle helmet.
To home in on which values are missing one must examine which group are most alienated from suburbia and what it represents. This group is primarily young men in their teens and early twenties, with some support from women the same age. The values they miss, and try to supplant by listening to lots of rap music, are the hard values. Many young men have a strong desire to be pushed hard. They want to be driven remorselessly and judged by a strong code of behaviour. In other words, they miss a code of honour.
To illustrate the point consider my mother’s friend and her son, Sven. When Sven was an adolescent he was trouble – always creating it and always getting away with it. In fact, the more he escaped punishment for a transgression, the more trouble he caused. Everybody (except his mother) assumed the worst for his future. When he was 17, he ran away from home and joined the US Marines. Everybody was dumbfounded. Just recently he took early retirement after 25 years. He had achieved the rank of Gunnery Sergeant. What happened?
I believe that Sven craved to be pushed hard, to be measured up against a high standard and punished hard if he did not exceed. That is why he caused trouble. He wanted to see that code of honour. The trouble isit didn’t exist for him in the suburbs. The traditional source of this kind of thing, his father, did not exist. His parents were divorced. His father lived in a different state. From his mother and his maternal grandparents all he got was love, understanding and tolerance. In fact, he got so much of it, that he was sick to death of it. So he made a beeline to the toughest outfit in the US Military. That he found what he was looking for can be seen from the fact that he stayed – he didn’t desert like we all thought he would.
This is anecdotal evidence. But if this is just an isolated story with no larger significance, explain to me why military recruitment goes up when these kind of values are emphasized in army recruitment campaigns (“Be that all you can be”). When the military stresses college programs, generous pension plans and other careerist considerations, it doesn’t work. The Sven’s of suburbia want a code of honour. Why else would military recruitment fall in the midst of Clinton’s politically correct cleanup of the Pentagon, except for the Marines who are resisting it tooth and nail?
And why do the non-camouflaged Sven’s of suburbia listen to rap music anyway? It was formed by people and for people with absolutely nothing in common with them. But it clearly speaks to them just the same. Oddly enough, it is the hard values that rap music pushes that makes it popular with the Svens. Rap music is derided for promoting valueless killing, rape, lawlessness and mayhem. While it does indeed preach all of these things, it does have values. It pushes the hard values of the inner city street gang. These thugs, in spite of their arrest records, have values. Courage is one of them – physical cowardice is one of the worst things you could accuse a gang-banger (or a Marine) of. Loyalty is another. The ability to lead under pressure is another, if that is your place in the gang. These values influence gang-bangers far more than federal drug laws and billion-dollar prisons. By listening to their music and wearing their baseball caps backwards, the kids of suburbia hope to capture some of the glamour associated with the lyrics of rap.
Of course, most Svens outgrow this phase of their lives and become insurance executives. But it is the pressure of life that forces them to do so. Gangbangers would do the same if they could.
But subuurban kids mature reluctantly, and also with some relief because, in the discipline of the workplace, they at last find some of the hard values they crave for in their own society.
So what is to be done? Label the rap-music-listening era of their lives a “phase that they are going through” and leave it at that. That is the easy solution and therefore the one most parents end up adopting. Wave a white flag and give in to the rap culture wholesale. That would be infinitely worse. All of the age-old values that remain from the purification campaigns started in the sixties would be swept away. The result would be that the dark ages, following the collapse of Rome, would return with a vengeance.
I believe that the solution is to start remembering the values of a time when the alienation of youth simply did not exist. For those values were just as hard as today’s rap values – only with a veneer of civilization. But this veneer of civilization is not a pretentious affectation nor is it a hypocritical lie that our academics assume it is. It is civilization. The hard values are the vitality and the driving force that once tamed continents, and the civilizing veneer is the gentle cloth that covers the jagged edges of a force that would otherwise tear society to pieces.
In other words, I am calling for a return to the values that makes men gentlemen, as well as a return to chivalry – that patchwork conglomeration of Christian and military virtue. These are the values that make men open doors for ladies and choose to drown on the Titanic. It is the values, if you live up to them, that make you comfortably proud of yourself when you are in the lounge smoking a stogie and tasting brandy, and makes you get up out of the trench on the whistle to be cut to pieces by machineguns. Not so long ago, no longer than just before World War I, to be civilized was not an easy thing. One couldn’t be civilized by merely wearing a bicycle helmet.
But it seems until this point, I am just talking about men. And I am, so in this sense what I advocate is in no way equal and gender-neutral. But rest assured, back when women were expected to be ladies, they had their own hard code of honour too. So in a sense, there was a kind of rough equality.
My critics, champions of today’s enlightenment, would dismiss what I offer as hopeless nostalgia at best, and the ravings of a bomb-throwing reactionary at worst. Very well, but I hope they realize that rebuilding the world upon rational principles from the ground up is not an option. It will not survive because it is not a product of social evolution and therefore cannot meet all of the challenges that the university professors have not thought of. As a result, it is not me who is the social engineer’s greatest danger. I will not tear their world down – I do not have to. There are plenty of trenchcoat mafiosa biding their time in shopping malls, waiting for the chance to do just that.
Therefore, the choice is not between the Rev. Gerry Falwell and Oprah Winfrey. It is between Robert E. Lee and Tupac Shakur. And in which world will the attendees of the Lilleth Fair be safer?
Cincinnatus, 1998