Granted, the following story is just a blip on the radar screen compared with the Alito nomination, the installation of the ever-expanding elastic presidency and the erosion of our rights to free speech and to be secure in our possessions and persons, but it struck me hard this morning as a highly symbolic act:
Academy Ends a 155-Year Tradition
After Sunday, Marines will no longer guard military college or carry out ceremonial duties
Since just a few years after the Naval Academy's founding in 1845, Marines have guarded the military college and performed ceremonial duties. ... The 48 Marines of the U.S. Naval Academy Company, Marine Barracks, Washington, are being reassigned to installations at Camp Lejeune, N.C., and Twentynine Palms, Calif.
The decision to remove them was made at the highest levels of the Navy and the Marine Corps, officials said, as part of a program to reposition Marines to the combat units. The decision was partly influenced by the global war on terrorism but had been in the works before that, said Marine Corps spokeswoman Lt. Elle Helmer.
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The decision to remove the Marine company from the academy was a harder one because of their tradition in guarding the college, performing ceremonial duties at funerals, raising flags and guarding the crypt of John Paul Jones.
What this Baltimore Sun article doesn't make crystal clear is addressed in the headline of the terse, three-paragraph account from the Los Angeles Times: Marine Sentries at Naval Academy Sent to Iraq.
I confess to a naïve sentimentalism as an anti-this-war, distrustful-of-military-solutions, supposedly America-hating progressive liberal: I get as easily hooked by patriotic bait as the most hard-core American Legionnaire. Even though I consider our national anthem melodically challenged and lyrically unintelligible, I can be stopped dead in my tracks at its playing. A 21-gun salute at a soldier's funeral undoes me. Reading the words of the Declaration of Independence brings a lump to my throat. And especially these days, reading the quaint Bill of Rights can bring me to my knees.
In short, I'm a sucker for my country and many of its most gaudy traditions, which brings me to today's Naval Academy-Marine story. Until this morning, I'd never heard of this tradition, but the fact that it's been around for 155 years (probably coupled with the reference to John Paul Jones) immediately made me want to keep it. Simply put, some small symbolic traditions are worthy of preservation and this one, rationally or irrationally, seems to be me to be one of them. Is it the best use of Marine personnel? Probably not. Could they be more useful in Iraq? Well ... it depends on your definition of "useful," I suppose; one could argue that an American flag might be more useful in cleaning a Marine's boot off, but few would recommend it.
It strikes me that this story carried such weight with me for two reasons. First, in the symbolism of its symbolism, it concerns me on a strategic ideological level. Why aren't conservatives more up in arms over this? This is exactly the kind of sentimental patriotic hoo-hah I've come to expect conservatives to conserve. Yet to scrape 48 more bodies up to toss into the body-chipper of Iraq, they're willing to scrap a century and half of tradition? Please tell me we aren't that desperate for military personnel. Please. Tell me that.
Secondly, I'm surely viewing this piece of news in light of all the other rapid undoing of the fabric of our democracy. Like most liberals, I'm not unaware of this country's often sordid past, from arming banana republic dictators to strong-arming on behalf of multi-national corporations to stealing the land of this continent's original inhabitants. Lip service is something we have perfected to an art. Still - and again, I suspect, like most liberals - I admit an allegiance to our professed beliefs as a nation in justice, equality and the dignity of the individual human life. And what this administration has created in me to a degree unparalleled in my lifetime is a great grief over the seemingly insurmountable chasm between our aspirations as a nation and our actions.
I want us to be as great and good in reality as we are in our professed ideals, and we need small reminders - like 150 years of guarding the crypt of John Paul Jones - to keep us grounded and seeing true. I'm coming to believe that if conservatives can't see this and refuse to conserve, it ironically may be up to progressives in the end to do so. I'm thinking here of a whole new category of political affiliation, of liberals who look to the future while holding on to the best of the past. Call it preservative progressivism or something like that. Whatever its categorization, I'm in it, and I'm now officially mourning the deployment of four dozen anonymous Marines, praying for their safety and hoping to see them back where they belong - at the gates of Annapolis and the crypt of John Paul Jones - carrying on a miniscule but important tradition.