Louis Proyect: The Unrepentant Marxist

January 5, 2009

What made the Comanche exceptional?

Filed under: indigenous — louisproyect @ 12:34 am

Over the past 6 months I have been involved in an intensive research project to understand three American Indian peoples that are part of the narrative of Cormac McCarthy’s “Blood Meridian”. In each instance, the Quechans, the Apaches and the Comanches, who were all important and distinct ethnic groups in the Southwest, are depicted by McCarthy as fiends you might find in a horror movie. Of course, the whites are not much better but that is not what prompted me to do this research. I wanted to better understand American Indians of the Southwest in order to round out a picture that already included the Lakota and the Blackfoot of the Northern Plains that I knew from past studies.

Within the next few weeks I plan to write at some length about Cormac McCarthy’s truly despicable novel but right now want to refer you to the opening paragraphs of the final chapter of Pekka Hämäläinen’s “Comanche Empire”. This is one of the outstanding works of American Indian scholarship that I have had the privilege to read. While it should be obvious from both the title of his book and the excerpt below that Hämäläinen is not interested in romanticizing the Comanches, his account goes along way to correct the image found in westward-ho histories, movies such as “The Searchers”, and finally McCarthy’s pretentious attempt to out-Faulkner Faulkner.

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Pekka Hämäläinen:

The icehouse at the Fort Sill agency was not a burial place of a people- the Comanche nation would endure and, in time, flourish again -but it was a burial place of an era. Past and present fell abruptly apart as new peoples, new economic regimes, and new ways of life descended onto the Great Plains, now eerily devoid of any material or geopolitical marks of Comanche presence. Comanches had ruled the Southwest for well over a century, but they left behind no marks of their dominance. There were no deserted fortresses or decaying monuments to remind the newcomers of the complex imperial history they were displacing. Envisioning a new kind of empire, one of cities, railroads, agricultural hinterlands, and real estate, Americans set out to tame, commodify, and carve up the land. Buffalo runners all but eradicated the southern plains bison in the space of a few years, and Texas ranchers laid down a maze of cattle trails that crisscrossed the region. Settlers turned the open steppes into irrigated fields and fenced farms, and boosters conjured towns, highways, and railroad tracks on old Comanche camping sites. With each new layer of American progress, the memory of the Comanches and their former power grew dimmer.

For Americans in the East, the Comanche nation faded even more quickly. In summer 1875, as the last Comanche bands drifted to Fort Sill to surrender, the United States was preparing elaborate centennial celebrations to display its industrial might, continental reach, and hard-won national unity. But a few days before the July Fourth grand finale, disquieting news arrived from the northern Great Plains: the Lakotas and their Cheyenne and Arapahoe allies had annihilated Custer’s Seventh Cavalry, more than two hundred soldiers, in the Little Bighorn valley in Montana. From then on, America’s attention was absorbed by the campaigns against the Lakotas, which did not end until 1890 at the horror of Wounded Knee. By that time, Lakotas were fixed in the national consciousness as the “noble and doomed savages” of Buffalo Bill’s hugely successful Wild West Show. They became multipurpose icons, immensely useful and marketable as the sounding board of America’s shifting feelings of awe, terror, and remorse toward Native Americans and their fate. Fictionalized beyond recognition, Sitting Bull’s ever-malleable stage Lakotas came to symbolize all Indians of the Great Plains, then of the West, and then of all North America, while the other Indian nations were pushed to the margins of collective memory. Already deprived of their traditional lands and lifestyle, Comanches were now deprived of their place in history.

The waning popular interest stifled potential scholarly interest. During the sixty years that followed their confinement to reservation, the Comanches drew little scholarly attention and inspired few academic studies. Scholars did not rediscover them until the 1930s, when two prominent Texas historians, Walter Prescott Webb and Rupert Norval Richardson, gave them a key role in their renowned studies of the Great Plains. The Comanches presented by Webb and Richardson were, however, startlingly different from the Comanches European colonists had known in the eighteenth and early nineteenth centuries. Where the Spaniards and French had viewed Comanches variously as diplomats, raiders, allies, foes, traders, spouses, and kinspeople, Webb and Richardson, drawing heavily on the records of mid-nineteenth-century American settlers and soldiers, portrayed them simply as warriors. And whereas Spanish and Mexican sources spoke of the overwhelming economic, political, and cultural power of Comanches, Webb and Richardson depicted them as a military obstacle to America’s preordained expansion across the continent.2

Thus emerged the idea of the Comanche barrier to the westward-expanding American frontier, a metaphor that recast Comanches as savages who resisted conquest with raw military prowess but were devoid of other qualities that make human societies strong and resilient. Reconceived in the minds of early twentieth-century Americans, Comanches were equated with other natural obstacles-aridity, deserts, and distance -that encumbered the colonization of the American West. Aggressive and impulsive, powerful yet passive, they blended into the natural environment to form a potent, essentially nonhuman impediment to the U.S. empire.

This tendency to simultaneously naturalize and demonize the Comanches – and, arguably, to rationalize their subjugation -is apparent in Webb’s 1958 presidential address to the American Historical Association, in which he nostalgically contemplated the forces that shaped his writing in his Texas home. “In the hard-packed yard and on the encircling red-stone hills was the geology, in the pasture the desert botany and all the wild animals of the plains save the buffalo,” he mused. “The Indians, the fierce Comanches, had so recently departed, leaving memories so vivid and tales so harrowing that their red ghosts, lurking in every mott and hollow, drove me home all prickly with fear when I ventured too far” A generation later, novelist Cormac McCarthy offered in Blood Meridian what was perhaps the most troubling reenvisioning of the Comanches. He describes the destruction of a crew of Anglo-American filibusters at the hands of beastlike Comanches who, without provocation or hesitation, abandon themselves on the other side of humanity, “ripping off limbs, heads, gutting the strange white torsos and holding up great handfuls of viscera, genitals, some of the savages so slathered up with gore they might have rolled in it like dogs and some who fell upon the dying and sodomized them with loud cries to their fellows.”5

The unanthropocentric barrier metaphor trivialized the Comanches as a society and, by extension, abridged their role as historical actors. By reducing them to a primal warrior society, Webb, Richardson, and the scores of historians and nonhistorians influenced by them created a caricature of Comanches’ culture and their place in history. The Comanches who appeared in historical studies from the 1930s on terrorized the Spanish and Mexican frontier with relentless raids, but beyond that they merely occupied space. Weak in organization and warlike by nature, they lacked the complex diplomatic, economic, and cultural arrangements that fasten peoples to their environments and instead relied on brutal, almost pathological raiding to defend their homelands. The narratives that spoke of different kinds of Comanches were marginalized. “Los Comanches,” the New Mexican conquest romance that captures Comanches’ penetrating influence on the political, economic, and cultural milieu of the early Southwest, was dismissed as local folklore and ignored by mainstream historians.

Thus, bit by bit, the nature and scope of Comanche power became distorted. Memories of Comanches stirred horror and awe in twentieth-century Americans like Webb -not because they conjured up impressions of imperial-scale power but because they evoked images of nativistic resistance and mindless, primitive violence. In 1974, a century after the battle of the Palo Duro Canyon, T. R. Fehrenbach, another renowned Texas historian, depicted Comanches as “scattered bands of wanderers, never a nation,” and their system of power as a “barrier [that] had stopped European penetration of these plains for almost two centuries. It did not show on maps; it had no shape or form. The Comanche barrier was a wisp of smoke on the horizon, riders appearing suddenly on the ridges, shots and screams at sunset, horror under the summer moons.” Comanches, he concluded, “remained proud, savage, and aloof, determined to deal with Europeans on their own terms. . . . Whether the stance was conscious or distinctive, the People had become a powerful barrier to all future movement across the plains.”4 Fehrenbach’s portrayal of a phantasmal Comanche barrier vas a product of its time, and it represented how historians understood colonialism and Indian-white relations into the closing years of the twentieth century: European imperialism moves history; Native resistance is raw, violent savagery; and frontiers, if indigenous peoples have a hand in their making, are confusing, unsophisticated places.

The task in this book has been to recover Comanches as full-fledged humans and undiminished historical actors underneath the distorting layers of historical memory and, in doing so, to provide a new vision of a key chapter of early American history. In these pages I have traced the evolution of a Comanche power complex that was neither shapeless nor formless, a Comanche foreign policy that involved much more than plundering and killing, and Comanche people who were neither savage nor nationless. Instead of merely defying white expansion through aggressive resistance, I have argued, Comanches inverted the projected colonial trajectory through multifaceted power politics that brought much of the colonial Southwest under their political, economic, and cultural sway.

How did this happen? How did a group of nomadic hunter-gatherers that numbered only a few thousand in the early eighteenth century manage to challenge and eventually eclipse the ambitions of some of the world’s greatest empires? What gave Comanches their edge in the collision of cultures? And conversely, why was it that only the Comanches-among the hundreds of Native American nations -managed to build an empire that eclipsed and subsumed Euro-American colonial realms? In the preceding chapters I have emphasized various mental and cultural traits, ranging from Comanches’ strategic flexibility to their willingness to embrace new ideas and innovations, but those are traits shared by most Native American societies. What was it that made Comanches exceptional?

January 2, 2009

Making of; 9 Star Hotel

Filed under: Film,immigration,Islam,Koch-Lorber — louisproyect @ 11:49 pm

Today someone named Doug complained on my blog about the 2008 movie consumer guide. Apparently I was shirking my responsibilities to the Palestinians:

Yes, let’s discuss films. Meanwhile, Mr Marxist, no-one would know from this web-site that the Israelis have been committing war crimes in Gaza.

At the risk of angering my sectarian critic even further, I am going to review two more films today. One is titled “Making Of” and was made in Tunisia in 2006. The director is Nouri Bouzid, who has explored issues of Islam and politics over a 30 year career.

“Making Of” tells the story of Bahta, a 25 year old break dancer who falls in with jihadists who plan to turn him into a suicide bomber. The other is a documentary titled “9 Star Hotel” that features a group of Palestinian undocumented construction workers who live in packing crates in the hills overlooking the fancy hotel they are working on.

Perhaps I am a sybaritic sell-out, but I always thought that I had an obligation to alert the left to such movies, which constitute the overwhelming majority that I write about. If the left has an obligation to tell the true story about what is going in Gaza, it also has a similar obligation to make as many people as possible aware of movies that present an alternative to the mind-numbing, reactionary junk coming out of Hollywood. For as long as I have been a member of New York Film Critics Online, I have always seen my role as ferreting out and calling attention to movies like “Making Of” and “9 Star Hotel”. My colleagues, who mostly do not share my politics, appreciate that I have made this my calling even if some dogmatic Marxists do not.

As many of you are aware, hip-hop culture has diffused all over the world, including Tunisia apparently. When the movie begins, we see Bahta (played brilliantly by Lotfi Abdelli who has a passing resemblance to the young Eric Bosogian as well as his feral energy) leading his crew to their destination, a large tunnel that is ideal for break dancing. On their way there, they spray-paint their “tags” on fences and walls. Just as Bahta is in the middle of a dance routine, the cops raid the tunnel and haul everybody off to jail. This is not the first time that Bahta has been arrested, as the cops remind him.

Bahta’s dream is to go to Europe, where he can make it as professional dancer. A Tunisian “coyote” warns him that since it is much more difficult to get into Europe after September 11th, the costs of transit have gone up considerably. The movie takes place during the fall of Baghdad in 2003, when the “war on terror” has made the trip even more difficult. Since Bahta is virtually penniless to start with, his chances are dim at best.

After his father catches Bahta in the act of stealing from an elderly relative who lives with the family, he whips him with a belt. Without income, it is impossible for him to sustain a relationship with his girlfriend Souad (Afef Ben Mahmoud), who is also tired of his hip-hop life-style and run-in’s with the law. After Bahta and his crew confront Souad’s new boy-friend, the cops come and run him in once again. His cousin, who works as a cop, has a soft spot and invites him to crash at his place until his parents are no longer steamed at him.

The next day Bahta is inspired to don his cousin’s uniform and bursts into a local coffee shop filled with card playing, hookah-smoking regulars. Now it is Bahta’s turn to play the role of a cop after the fashion of Jean Genet’s “The Balcony”. It is the most powerful scene in the movie and is played to the hilt by Lotfi Abdelli as a kind of wild postcolonial soliloquy.

After getting himself worked up into a kind of cold frenzy, Bahta tells the men (and more importantly himself) how things work in modern Tunisia:

The rule of law reigns in this country.

We give you a bit of democracy and what have you done with it?

We’re watching you.

I’ll give you all a passport. No more illegal immigration.

Tomorrow you can pick up your visas, go to the embassy. They’ll welcome you with open arms. And pick up your visas, go to Europe. There you’ll find a rich blond and marry her. Marry, sort out your papers, but no naughty stuff.

Two of the men turn out to be members of a jihadist cell who are impressed with Bahta’s performance, so much so that they decide to introduce him to their leader, an avuncular stonemason who takes Bahta into his household in an attempt to purify him, which first of all means no more break dancing. It helps the stonemason make his case when he begins to put substantial amounts of money in Bahta’s hands.

At various moments in the movie, Bahta breaks out of character and becomes an actor named Lotfi who argues with a director named Nouri (played by director Nouri Bouzid) who has cast him in the main role in “Making Of”. This 4th wall type stratagem appears frequently in French New Wave film, an obvious influence on Nouri Bouzid. At first I found it jarring, but soon grew accustomed to it, so much so that it almost became incidental to the main narrative. The main purpose of these interludes is to allow director Nouri Bouzoud and Lotfi Abdelli to argue about what kind of impact the movie will have on Islam and Arab society. You can see them wrestle with this question in an interview that comes with the DVD:


“9 Star Hotel” could be the definitive documentary on undocumented workers even though it involves Israelis and Palestinians rather than Mexicans in California or Texas. This should not come as a big surprise since in many ways Israel is a homunculus for the United States, creating a hell on earth for the displaced aboriginal people. When asked by Ha’aretz, whether the expulsion of Palestinians was necessary, ex-leftist historian Benny Morris answered:

That is correct. Even the great American democracy could not have been created without the annihilation of the Indians. There are cases in which the overall, final good justifies harsh and cruel acts that are committed in the course of history.

The Palestinians in “9 Star Hotel” are constantly being hounded by the Israeli cops even as the capitalist class finds their low-wage labor essential to its expansionary plans. The hotel is being built in Modi’in, a planned city with sterile-looking buildings that seemed dropped on the hilly location as if from flying saucers. It is a perfect metaphor for the Zionist project.

The Palestinian construction workers trod up the side of a steep hill overlooking Modi’in each night to cook and eat dinner communally and make small talk about the lives they have left behind. For entertainment (there is obviously no electricity or running water), they play tunes on their cell phone or sing to each other, sometimes with a fellow worker playing the flute. One of the high points of the documentary is an improvised poetry/song recitation which involves the universal questions of love, life, and loss.

In one scene, they study the goods that one of the workers has retrieved from a nearby garbage dump that he plans to bring back to his village in the occupied West Bank. He has found a toy truck that his younger brother will play with. Other than such scavenging, the only thing that they take from Israel is their meager wage that will help keep a family from starving. In most cases, they are the only breadwinner.

“9 Star Hotel” showed on PBS last July and you can watch the entire movie on their website. Included on the website is an interview with the director Ido Haar, who like just about everybody involved with the production is Israeli. PBS describes the documentary as “non-political” but I would say that it will leave the viewer with one and only one conclusion, namely that Israel is making life hell for the Palestinian workers-no matter the original intention of the director.

(These movies were released by Koch-Lorber and are available from Netflix.)

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