Disgust turns to contempt when foreign occupation troops beat and kill American civilians. Finally a group of teenagers decides they’ve had enough. The young patriots scrounge up weapons and take to the mountains to strike back at the invaders, attacking their patrols and picking them off one at a time in a guerilla campaign designed to demoralize the enemy.
Remember Red Dawn, that classic document of Reagan-era jingoism filtered through Cold War paranoia? Audiences cheered American nationalist insurgents as they blew holes through onscreen Soviet conscripts in 1984. Rent it today and you will too.
Patrick Swayze and Charlie Sheen play
high school kids who, at first resigned to the U.S. invasion, take up arms in disgust at an increasingly abusive and hostile army of occupation. Americans play opposite roles in the two scenarios, yet we identify with Americans in both. Where the heck is our sense of empathy? Why can’t we see ourselves in the faces of those kids firing RPGs at convoys of Halliburton trucks stealing Iraqi oil?
Here’s the rub: Iraq’s resistance fighters kill other Iraqis. They kidnap and execute foreign aid workers, truck drivers, businessmen, even diplomats and children. Americans, we tell ourselves, would never resort to that kind of terrorism—not even to free ourselves from occupation.
Imagine America under the jackboot of, say, Icelandic occupation. At first many Americans are happy to see Bush arrested and put on trial, but it doesn’t take long before we start to miss him. Promises of rapid rebuilding evaporate. Two years after saturation bombing has leveled Washington, Los Angeles, New York and other major cities, the rubble is overrun with rats and wild dogs. America’s natural resources are shipped back to Iceland without
Unmarked checkpoints spring up everywhere, transforming a drive to the 7-Eleven to get water into a potentially lethal exercise. Icelandic troops conduct house raids to take away Americans’ guns. Since there’s no electricity for streetlights, the night belongs to gangs, who rape and hold women for ransom.
There are no jobs, unless you count working for the hated police force of the puppet regime, the Unified Nordic Republic of Icelanderica. UNRI lackeys ride alongside Icelandic storm troopers to point out the homes of “terrorists,” who are bagged, beaten and dragged off into the night, never to be seen again. Most of the victims are innocent civilians, of course, but the Icelandics don’t speak English. They mistakenly trust their toadies, who use their authority to act on personal grudges.
These collaborators, as Karl Rove would point out, are fair game for attacks by American resistance fighters. Just like in Red Dawn.
A few years pass. The Icelandic government turns over nominal “sovereignty” to its puppet American regime, but nothing changes on the ground. The checkpoint shootings, mass arrests and chaos continue unabated. Almost everyone has lost a friend or family member to the war. There’s an “election,” but members of the prewar Democratic and Republican parties are barred from participating.
Adding to the anger of patriotic Americans is the willingness of the rest of the world to forget what has happened. Other nations, including former prewar allies like Great Britain and Italy, reopen their embassies and post ambassadors to the “new America.”
The United Nations recognizes the collaborationist regime as legitimate and meets with its appointed leader, a man unknown in America because he spent his entire life in exile in Iceland. Carpetbaggers (the collaborationist press calls them “entrepreneurs”) pour in from abroad, scheming to line their pockets by prolonging Americans’ misery and poverty. Aid groups and other NGOs seeking to help hungry and homeless Americans mean well, but their presence reinforces a sense that things are back to normal—and the collaborationist media points to their presence as tacit endorsement of the occupation.
Obviously the U.S. nationalist insurgents don’t want to kill civilians. They prefer that foreigners stay out of occupied America so they can focus on driving out the Icelandics, but naive and greedy intruders ignore their warning not to associate with the puppet regime.
Leaders of the resistance are forced to make a brutal choice. They can kill a few diplomats here, a few aid workers there, but since executions serve no purpose as warnings unless their horror is publicized, the American patri
ots choose to distribute videotapes of the killings. Similarly, they warn their countrymen not to join the collaborationist police forces. But there’s only one way to ensure that the jobless won’t sell out their country in order to feed their families: suicide bombers who take out as many traitors as possible.
Yes, there would be an alternative to these brutal tactics. The conquered Americans could simply accept that there will never, ever again be a land of the free and home of the brave where the United States used to be. But that would hardly be a Hollywood ending. MTW