Propaganda, Brainwashing, Playing Dumb to Avoid the Truth

In The Denial of Death Becker distills all manner of exculpatory reasoning to its essence: fear. Fear of death leads to cowardly submission to unjust authority and untruth. The modern person, he writes, "is drinking and drugging himself out of awareness, or he spends his time shopping, which is the same thing." We need, he concludes, the creation of new heroisms that affirm life. Drawing on Soren Kierkegaard, he suggests that we need to become "knights of faith." This is easier said than done. He doesn't say how to do so because he doesn't know how.

But there are people who do; who have. President John Kennedy was one of them, as James Douglass makes clear in his brilliant work, JFK and the Unspeakable.

"In his final months, the president spoke with his friends about his own death with a freedom and frequency that shocked them. Some found it abnormal. Senator George Smathers said, 'I don't know why it was, but death became kind of an obsession with Jack.' Yet if one understood the pressures for war and Kennedy's risks for peace, his awareness of his own death was realistic. He understood systemic power. He knew who his enemies were and what he was up against. He knew what he had to do, from the turn away from the Cold War in his American University address, to negotiating peace with Khrushchev and Castro and withdrawing troops from Vietnam. Conscious of the price of peace, he took the risk. Death did not surprise him."

It is a rare person who will say with JFK, "I have no fear of death." His favorite poem was, "Rendevous," by Alan Seeger, whose first and last lines run as follows: "I have a rendezvous with Death".And to my pledged word am true, I shall not fail that rendezvous." Jackie memorized it and would recite it back to him over the years. Five year old Caroline once surprised him in the Rose Garden during a meeting with the National Security Council by reciting by heart the poem to him and a stunned group of advisers. Kennedy was a rare and very courageous individual, one of Kierkegaard's knights of faith. In his struggle against the forces of war and death, he adopted Lincoln's prayer as his own which he kept on a slip of paper, "I know there is a God -- and I see a storm coming. If he has a place for me, I believe that I am ready."

Maybe those of us who flee from truth out of fear would do well to meditate on such a man's courage. And on the cowards who killed him. And on the Warren Commission, accomplices after- the-fact who wrote the fictional account of his murder.

Ernest Becker told us the truth: fear of death is for cowards. But even cowards are responsible. There is no escaping that.