Pulitzer-Prize winning historian Jon Meacham’s latest book is “His Truth Is Marching On: John Lewis and The Power of Hope.” It follows his 2019 “The Soul of America: The Battle for our Better Angels,” which offers the hope to be found in conquering America’s past divisions.
President-elect Joe Biden ran on and won his own “Battle for the Soul of America.” Democracy, he said, was on the ballot. That these are fraught times hardly needs saying. We had a national election for president and Congress in the midst of a once-in-a-100-years pandemic. Biden earned a record seven million-vote majority inside of a record 80 million votes, 306 electoral votes and the White House.
Every white American like me that took the time to watch the movie “Selma,” knows that America’s better angels are not always on hand. To see John Lewis and others beaten to the ground as they marched for the right to vote in Alabama — is to feel ashamed. To enjoy white privilege into the 21st century with little appreciation of its heavy price is a chosen ignorance.
Many of us were there when African American’s marched for the right to vote in the early 1960s. It was on TV, we saw it, and for many of us it was someone else’s problem to solve. The bravest were Freedom Riders who daringly faced a murderous Jim Crow. Watching “Selma” educates everyone who was not there. No excuses. The damning facts were again visible in 2020, owing to the videoed killing of George Floyd — inspiring coast-to-coast marches for justice.
Which brings me to our outgoing President, Donald Trump.
If late-night comics, and their writers, have any justification it is in their ability to puncture bloated egos with wit. Equally, cartoonists all the way back to Thomas Nast turn their pens into scalpels. The New Yorker Magazine delights in cartoon humor, often political. I like a good laugh.
I’ve long admired the writer C. S. Lewis, a surprising convert to Christianity. Lewis’s popularity extends from works like: “The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe,” to “The Screwtape Letters.” The latter a must-read challenge to agnostics and believers alike.
“The best way to drive out the devil, if he will not yield to texts of Scripture, is to jeer and flout him, for he cannot bear scorn.” Luther.
An Oxford Don, C. S. Lewis quoted Martin Luther and Thomas More when he sent along the text of “The Screwtape Letters” to his fellow author, J.R.R. Tolkien. Lewis and Tolkien founded The Inklings’, a literary group that met in their local pub, The Eagle and Child, which they punned, “The Bird and Baby.” At meetings, “The Inklings” read aloud their in-progress writings for comment.
Lewis’s ‘Screwtape Letters” date from July 5, 1941, during the second summer of Hitler’s attack; England was fighting for its life.
FDR’s America was isolationist and public polling strongly against getting involved in another European war. Post-World War II histories highlight a determined Prime Minister Winston Churchill counseling his American counterpart to come to Britain’s aid sooner than later. Fingers in the air to test his voter’s mood, FDR did not commit until Pearl Harbor was bombed on Dec. 7th , and Hitler declared war on the U.S.
In his preface, Lewis introduces a senior devil, Screwtape, writing letters to his nephew and student devil, “Wormwood.” His subject is man, humankind, as Screwtape analyses us from his lowly netherworld position. Lewis begins by reminding his readers that “the devil is a liar,” and that not everything he says should be assumed to be true, even from his own angle.
Reading on, you learn that Screwtape refers to God as, “the enemy” and the Devil as “Our father below.”
The junior devil’s target, whose soul he covets, is ‘the client.”
To Wormwood: “Keep pressing home on him the ordinariness of things. Above all, do not attempt to use science (I mean, the real sciences) as a defense against Christianity. They will positively encourage him to think about realities he can’t touch and see.”
In this pandemic year of 2020, I’m rereading Lewis’s description of the devil, invisible, but nearby and encouraging us in our follies. He’s the cartoonist’s bad angel whispering in our ear.
President-elect Joe Biden is a cradle Catholic. Joe’s parents did their duty, believing that Christian baptism cleanses souls of original sin. Sixty years apart, I’m proud to have voted for Joe Biden and Jack Kennedy. I share Biden’s love for our Celtic heritage. No doubt we would agree on my father’s well-worn Irish blessing: “May you live as long as you want, never want as long as you live, and may your soul be in Heaven 24-hours before the devil knows you’re dead!”
President Lincoln’s appeal to our better angels was for help in battling the fiends of our nature. Victory over the virus will require a united effort to beat the devil at his own game.
Go Joe! Go Kamala!