Author: R J Adams

Once a year, salve in a mammoth concert centered on London’s Royal Albert Hall, find the British unleash their patriotism in a harmless celebration of the event that has become known as “The Last Night of the Proms.”

Henry Woods founded the series of eight-week summer “Promenade Concerts” of classical music in 1895, recipe and they have become a British institution. The last night is special; a time to discard the evening suits, let down the hair, and wave the Union Jack or Flag of St George while singing one’s heart out.

In recent years, the BBC has organized events in many of the nation’s main parks, with huge video screens and sound systems delivering the “Last Night” to spectators who emerge en masse, complete with beer and sandwiches, to enjoy a great time.

In my last post, I offered the words of Elgar’s Pomp and Circumstance March No 1, to those of the American public who wished to distill their patriotism into nationalistic warmongering. The British no longer feel that need and reserve their patriotic fervor for the international sports scene, or just once a year, for the “Last Night of the Proms.”

Here then, for Flimsy Sanity, and all those other Americans who “never knew it had words”, is Mark Elder conducting the BBC Symphony Orchestra at the last night of the 2006 Proms season, in Edward Elgar’s Pomp and Circumstance March No 1, “Land of Hope and Glory.”

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There’s hardly an American alive who is not familiar with ‘the Graduation song’, otherwise Edward Elgar’s Pomp and Circumstance March No 1. Probably fewer are familiar with the words, penned by the Englishman, Arthur C. Benson prior to the ‘Great War’ of 1914-18.

Conjoined, the tune and words became an English anthem many preferred to the more staid and official British National Anthem. There can be little doubt Brits of the day believed the words to be worthy. They were certainly stirring and patriotic at a time when patriotism and nationalism still ruled the British Empire.

I was introduced to this anthem while still a small boy in short trousers. I well remember the feelings roused inside me by the glorious words and their accompanying majestic, and thundering, crescendos.

“Land of Hope and Glory” made one proud to be British.

Of course, all that was fifty or more years ago, but the orchestral version, along with it’s four relatives, remains one of my musical favorites. Now, I enjoy the recollections of early childhood its tones recreate, still managing to surface and reveal themselves through the mental miasma of sixty-two years of memories.

Listening the other day, however, I was struck by the notion of history once again repeating itself, and how we as nations fail to heed the wisdom available to us through our history books. Now, the words bear little relationship to present day Britain, but as an incitement to nationalism and patriotic fervor, they may well sit snugly inside the national psyche of the United States of America.

“Land of Hope and Glory, Mother of the Free……”

This was written of a nation that saw itself as the ‘mother’ of the world, spreading freedom and democracy throughout the globe. In truth, the British Empire was a militarist occupation enslaving its victims and pillaging its conquests of all that was valuable.

Today, a new ‘mother’ has arisen, yet ignoring the lessons of the British Empire she weaves a course of militarism across the world, determined to succeed even though history reveals the failures of all who went before her.

Benson’s words to Pomp and Circumstance continue to accurately describe the American psyche of the 21st century. Such phrases as, “Fortress of the Free” (Fortress America?) and “Strong in Faith and Freedom”, as accurately describe the indoctrinal political messages emanating from the US today, as they did their British counterparts back in the early 20th century.

Elgar’s music still stirs the soul. Benson’s words today rouse the English spectators at international soccer games, as efficiently as they goaded young men to sacrifice their lives on the poppy fields of Flanders all those years ago.

It took the massacre of millions in WW1, and the much more intimate involvement of Europeans in WW2, to realize that rousing stanzas are no substitute for peace and security. War solves nothing, despite political rhetoric to the contrary.

The British learned of this the hard way. It seems Americans, loathe to attend the school of history, are determined to do the same.

To you, America, I am happy to bequeath our redundant anthem, still a tune we will rousingly enjoy at sports events and the ‘Last Night of the Proms’, but hopefully never again to be played in Britain as a prelude to mass slaughter.

One hundred years ago, the prize was silk and spices from India. Today, the reward is Middle Eastern oil.

You need all the help you can get:

“Land of Hope and Glory, Mother of the Free,
How shall we extol thee, who are born of thee?
Wider still, and wider, shall thy bounds be set;
God, who made thee mighty, make thee mightier yet!

Truth and Right and Freedom, each a holy gem,
Stars of solemn brightness, weave thy diadem.

Tho’ thy way be darkened, still in splendour drest,
As the star that trembles o’er the liquid West.

Throned amid the billows, throned inviolate,
Thou hast reigned victorious, thou has smiled at fate.

Land of Hope and Glory, fortress of the Free,
How may we extol thee, praise thee, honour thee?

Hark, a mighty nation maketh glad reply;
Lo, our lips are thankful, lo, our hearts are high!

Hearts in hope uplifted, loyal lips that sing;
Strong in faith and freedom, we have crowned our King!”

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Could there be anything that better illustrates the impotence and mass insecurity of this present American Congress than its dawdling and time-wasting involvement in a matter which, a) is none of its business, and b) happened nearly one hundred years ago on the other side of the world?

The matter in question is the killing of thousands of Armenians by Turks between 1915 and 1917, whether it should, or should not, be classified as genocide. Today, a resolution in favor of calling it ‘genocide’ was passed by the House Foreign Affairs Committee. Next, the House of Representatives will spend hours, and thousands of tax-payers’ dollars, debating the issue and finally voting on it.

Quite why America’s politicians have this urge to pronounce judgment on someone else’s historical event is somewhat hazy. Perhaps it’s because they feel a need to make decisions on, well, something, given their Head Man has taken over most of the important issues without consulting them?

It’s upset the Turks, and even George Bush is peeved by the resolution, given that Turkey may well disallow use of its Incirlik Air Base in retaliation. Well, Turkey is an ally after all, and one doesn’t go about accusing one’s allies of genocide, now does one? It just isn’t cricket.

Surely, if Congress feels a need to sit around chit-chatting while George Bush gets on with wrecking the world, they could find something to discuss closer to home? Like, for example, should the US Constitution be ceremoniously cremated on a public funeral pyre, with cookies and candies handed out to the children – and a few fireworks in the evening, or just quietly dropped into a passing garbage truck while no-one is looking?

Then of course, there’s the question of George W’s eventual passing, and how the Presidential laying to rest might be conducted, given that no-one will turn up to mourn? Or, if all else fails and they’re truly scratching their heads for inspiration, they could draw straws for who goes down to the local airport restroom and tries to get it off with an undercover FBI agent.

It’s truly sad that these decaying has-beens feel the need to cloister themselves away in darkened rooms discussing irrelevant issues. We all know they were once made to feel important, part of the grand scheme of things, and it’s really not their fault that George W has taken it all away from them, but they need to get out more, learn lessons from their elders.

Take old Jimmy Carter for instance. Now he’s just been on BBC television and told the whole world that Vice President Dick Cheney is a total codpiece who bullies George W into doing everyone he wants.

If Congress really wants to do something significant, they should troop out en masse to the White House lawn, form a big circle around Mister Cheney and shout, “BULLY! BULLY!” at him repetitively for thirty minutes.

Now THAT would be really useful.

(Well, it worked at my school!)

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