Adam Fleming Petty is a writer in Grand Rapids, Mich.wrote this review of Jeff Sharlet book, “The Undertow: Scenes From a Slow Civil War” in the Washington Post.
The future belongs to crowds,” Don DeLillo wrote in
his 1991 novel, “Mao II.”
Massive crowds of faceless people banding together to heave their collective
shoulder against the wheel of history. In DeLillo’s telling, those crowds
existed elsewhere — in the Mideast, in Southeast Asia. Places where American
individualism found less purchase. Decades later, in an irony DeLillo might
appreciate, they’re coming home.
Maybe not entirely faceless, though. One face,
sporting a pale forelock, looms large. One name, deployed as a verb, whips and
snaps. You know it, I know it: Trump. I’m writing this in rural Indiana, where
I’m visiting family. Out the window I can see the neighbor’s house, where a
TRUMP flag flies at full-staff. Even a house on a country road can become part
of a crowd.
That’s the phenomenon Jeff Sharlet captures in his
new book, “The Undertow:
Scenes From a Slow Civil War.” Sharlet has spent much of his career
covering the intersections of religion and right-wing politics, most famously
in “The Family: The Secret
Fundamentalism at the Heart of American Power.” A look at the Christian
organization that hosts the National Prayer Breakfast, among other activities
both domestic and international, “The Family” found new life during the
early Trump administration, when a documentary based on the book aired on
Trump, and Trumpism, benefited more than anyone
could have guessed from this fusion of personal faith and political action.
Sharlet has chronicled that rise in his dispatches for Vanity Fair, traversing
the country to visit the faithful. “The Undertow” gathers that writing, along
with some new material, to form a travelogue that tarries with furious people
in forgotten places, all of them convinced that civil war of some sort is in
the offing. This marks a difference between his earlier work on “The Family,”
which involved deep dives into the organization’s history and hierarchy, and
“The Undertow.” To put it in religious terms, one could say he’s turned his
attention from the pulpit to the congregation. Less the leaders and more the
crowds, whether physical or virtual, sitting in pews or staring into screens.
It’s almost too easy to mock those who join such
gatherings. I know I’m guilty of that. But Sharlet urges the reader to take
their fantasies seriously, as they have produced consequences that are all too
real. The realest, of course, arrived on Jan. 6, 2021. At the time, the storming of the U.S.
Capitol felt unbelievable. Reading “The Undertow,” it feels inevitable.
A hipster megachurch in Miami fills the sanctuary to
capacity with a message of prosperity, and nothing else. A men’s rights
conference held outside Detroit draws a host of men, and a surprisingly
formidable contingent of women, to discuss the supposed dangers of feminists
entrapping men with false accusations of sexual assault. The women’s presence
highlights a running theme of the book: Look at these crowds, and you will see
faces you never expected to find there. A bravura sequence finds Sharlet in
Sacramento at a rally for Ashli Babbitt, the woman shot and killed by Capitol
police on Jan. 6. He then journeys across the country, from churches
to American Legion posts to Shooters, the now-defunct “open-carry” restaurant
owned by Republican Rep. Lauren Boebert of Colorado. Everywhere, from everyone,
he hears talk of civil war, the term never quite achieving definition. “When I
asked, civil war, when the believers answered, civil war, we were
speaking in metaphors we could barely comprehend. We were describing a feeling
that frightened or exhilarated us: a body coming apart.”
But if a war is coming, even a metaphorical one,
what are its terms? What are the grievances these crowds seek to address? Based
on the signs waved at rallies and the hashtags gone viral on social media,
their complaints include, but are not limited to, immigration, mask mandates,
gun rights, gender identity, abortion. But there’s not even consensus on which of these
issues matters most or in what way. One darkly funny scene finds a
Trump-flag-waving homeowner in Wisconsin incensed with the Democrats for
overturning Roe v. Wade. Anger searching not for a target but a pretext.
Yet Sharlet believes there is a deeper fear, a
deeper grievance, roiling beneath the copy-pasted outrage. The underlying cause
of this potential civil war is not so different from that of the actual civil
war of the not-so-distant past: race.
angry about their own bodies, about how other people’s bodies make them feel,”
Sharlet writes about these mostly White crowds. And how do other bodies make
them feel? In a word, uninnocent. The very awkwardness of that term suggests
the mental gymnastics these crowds struggle to perform. The crowds revere
innocence, purity, blamelessness. Ashli Babbitt is transformed from a troubled
young woman into a flawless saint, a martyr for the cause of freedom. “Be
proud White Americans!” Babbitt’s mother exhorts the crowd at a rally
for her daughter. Proud they are innocent of racism, prejudice, guilt. Yet even
the presence of non-White people is a reminder of the bloody, guilt-ridden
history of the land they live on. None can escape it, no matter how hard they
might try, no matter how much of the past they forget.
If “The Undertow” lacks anything, it’s a sense of
the grim economic landscape. Prices are going up everywhere while wages are
going down. Many of the people at these crowds — the “beautiful ‘boaters,’” as
Trump so appositely calls them — are quite prosperous, yet they live in
the least-prosperous areas, the exurbs and the small towns of flyover states.
Such proximity to immiseration probably contributes to the sense of desperation
on display at these gatherings. The blight is at the door, and they raise their
flags to keep it at bay.
But that’s a minor quibble. I deeply appreciate
Sharlet’s mythic-religious approach and how it enables him to capture what
other journalists miss. Data can tell only half the story, and usually the half
that’s less interesting. Add to that the book’s welcome ambition, both as
journalism and literature. This is no mere compilation of bullet points. This
is journalism-as-art, attempting to capture the mood of the nation at this
fraught moment, so that others in the future may know how it felt to live
through the present. Hopefully there will still be readers then.
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