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27 Feb 2012 By Keith Johnson Professor Hill:
"I'm gonna need some ideas if I'm gonna get your town
out of the serious trouble it's in." Washburn: "River City ain't in
any trouble." Professor Hill: "Then I'll
have to create some…" In the 1962 film version of The Music Man,
Robert Preston plays Professor Harold Hill, a
turn-of-the-century confidence man who poses as a
boys' band organizer to sell musical instruments and
uniforms to naive townsfolk before skipping out with
the cash. While staking out victims in the fictional
town of River City, Iowa, Hill contemplates ways of
convincing parents that a boy's marching band is the
only way to keep their sons pure and out of trouble.
After noticing children peeking into the local
billiards parlour to catch a glimpse of the town's
first pool table, Hill get's an idea. He grabs the
neighboring grocery store owner by the arm and begins
his pitch: "Friend, either you're closing your eyes to a
situation you do now wish to acknowledge or you are
not aware of the caliber of disaster indicated by the
presence of a pool table in your community. Ya' got
trouble, my friend, right here, I say, trouble right
here in River City." Soon, Hill is surrounded by curious
townsfolk who gasp in fear as he sells them on the
idea that the new pool table will somehow seduce their
young boys into a world of sin and vice. It's a
classic case of Problem-Reaction-Solution. And what is the anti-Sharia movement?
It's a song and dance…a theatrical production…a
traveling band of carnival barkers and snake-oil
salesmen peddling their wares to gullible audiences
across the nation. To call them Islamophobes is an insult to
Islamophobes. Unlike the genuinely (though
unjustifiably) fearful, the key players in this
movement are well aware that there is no "creeping
Sharia," no effort to replace Islamic law with the
U.S. Constitution, and no powerful political influence
that Muslims wield in the realm of public or foreign
policy. They're in it for the money, and they use lies
and disinformation to prey upon the fears and
ignorance of those they intend to fleece. The campaign to demonize Muslims
originally began as a way to garner support for the
countless wars being waged on behalf of Israel. While
that dynamic most certainly still exists, it has also
given birth to a cottage industry that has put
millions of dollars into the pockets of opportunists,
scam artists and other despicable characters of ill
repute. I witnessed this first hand while on
assignment for American Free Press (AFP). On Veterans
Day, 2011, I attended the first annual "Constitution
or Sharia? —Preserving Freedom Conference," in
Nashville, Tennessee, where a cadre of rabid Zionists
and disinformation artists gathered to propagate
myths, arouse fears, and set the stage for a "clash of
civilizations" between American Christians and
Muslims. It was hard to keep my composure as I watched the
naïve audience (of mostly middle aged suburbanites)
being coaxed into believing that radical Islamists had
seized control of the U.S. government, were planning
to circumvent the Constitution with Sharia Law, and
had engaged local Mosques to train violent jihadists
for imminent attacks on non-Muslims. Here is an excerpt from an article I wrote for AFP
concerning some of the speakers who spoke at that
event: "The enemy is right here in
your neighborhood," said John Guandolo, a disgraced
former FBI agent who now makes his living on the
Islamophobic speaking circuit. In August of 2011, the Center for American Progress
Action Fund released a 138-page report, "Fear Inc:
Exposing the Islamophobia Network in America", which
reveals that seven foundations have provided more than
$42 million in funding to anti-Muslim organizations
and think tanks. This is in addition to the millions
paid out each year by Christian Zionists and
grassroots organizations on books, seminars and
donations to various media outlets. It will be interesting to see how history treats
these gullible fools. I suspect future
generations will regard them to be just as pathetic as
the townsfolk who bought into Harold Hill's ridiculous
fear mongering: "Mothers of River City! Heed the
warning before it's too late! Watch for the telltale
sign of corruption! The moment your son leaves the
house, does he rebuckle his knickerbockers below the
knee? Is there a nicotine stain on his index finger? A
dime novel hidden in the corncrib? Is he starting to
memorize jokes from Capt. Billy's Whiz Bang? Are
certain words creeping into his conversation? Words
like ‘swell?' And ‘so's your old man? Well, if so my
friends…"
Yeah, I know…We've got trouble. |