from NY to Israel Sultan Reveals
The Stories Behind the News

Posted: 19 Aug 2009 07:29 PM PDT

The media has already begun unrolling its wave of
commemorations for Woodstock, or what is euphemistically referred to as
"The Legacy of Woodstock", which for some reason is described in vague
terms as "Peace and Love", instead of more accurately, hundreds of
injuries, of which only three were fatalities, not counting the
miscarriages, the rapes, the drug addictions and all of Sullivan County
being shut down. Defenders of the festival naturally argue that it could
have been much worse if not for all the "peace and love", they might do
better to admit that it might have been much worse had local residents not
stepped in with food and water, for hundreds of thousands of wannabe
hippies and the cynically mismanaged music festival they tried to
attend.

But Woodstock's real legacy is not in the relative handful
of fatalities, or the people who got stoned and stared at the sun, or
those who cut their feet open on broken glass. They were the lucky ones,
because while Woodstock is over, aside from the regular commemorations,
(some of the lawsuits over the rapes from the 1999 commemoration are still
ongoing), we now live in a Woodstock nation. Long after the trash from the
campsites had been picked up or had rotten away, the cultural trash still
lingers over a nation and across the world.

The anthem of drugs,
sex and rock and roll, is still around. And while rock and roll is in bad
shape, annual drug overdoses are in the tens of thousands, and out of
wedlock births are slowly crawling up to the 50 percent mark. And today we
have a Woodstock White House with a leader who was conceived out of
wedlock and used both marijuana and cocaine. The thought alone would have
blown the minds of even the most radical at the festivities 40 years ago,
because the idea was inconceivable in the America of the time. It is no
longer inconceivable. It is now reality.

When the media talks about
the importance of Woodstock, pegging it somewhere between the Civil Rights
movement and Washington crossing the Delaware, what they really mean is
that the myth of Woodstock was part of the cultural propaganda that helped
change America, that made the unacceptable, acceptable, that shattered
moral and social boundaries, selling a generation on the ideals of
reverting to the animal state, without warning them about any of the
consequences. The poisonous wave of deaths continues to resonate across
generations, as drugs and promiscuity take their toll. And for all the
smiling returnees, taking the weekend away from their corporate jobs to
don tie dyed headbands and reminisce about the good times, far many more
are missing, dead of drug overdoses or a disease whose 40th anniversary is
yet to come. Those are the haggard skeletal faces the media will not show.
Woodstock's ghosts have no place at the feast.

Woodstock was not
important for what it was, but for the image it represented. The image of
another America embodied in Jimmy Hendrix's tortured and distorted version
of the national anthem. We live in that America today. A country once
unimaginable, a funhouse mirror image of America, where the nation's
leaders openly admit their drug use, where every moral value has become
extinct in the national culture except the rejection of morality itself,
where everyone wants everything for free, even as prices spiral out of
control. A year later Hendrix was dead of an overdose. Another casualty of
a destructive and self-destructive control that could place no limits
itself.

The self-indulgence of that culture helped spawn
generations that raided American companies, instead of building them.
Whose lack of self-control insured that the government would step in and
regulate their lives in every minute detail, removing traditional American
freedoms to an extent that would have once been unimaginable.As drug use
spawned the War on Drugs, government power escalated, trying to use
criminal laws to control a cultural problem, as if any amount of arrests
could stop behavior produced by culture, more than by criminal enterprise.
The only real consequence of this was manifest hypocrisy and greater
corruption. By the time the first Boomer President admitted to using
drugs, the Woodstock Nation had become a fact of life.

In the
Woodstock Nation we live in today, Congress has long ago lost any ability
to control its spending. Instead of cutting back, the deficit is simply
passed on to future generations in a supreme act of selfishness whose
total scope is chillingly destructive. The government meanwhile treats the
American people as ignorant, helpless and in need of constant supervision.
In public life no form of behavior, no matter how abhorrent remains off
limits anymore. Entertainment has long since passed any limits. There is
no prediction so certain that can made as that the worst things one
generation can imagine, will become the punchlines of the next.

The
myth of Woodstock promised happiness without hard work, pleasure without
discipline and freedom without duty. The consequences of that myth are all
around us. The hundreds of thousands who wandered blindly and without food
or lodgings prepared ahead of time, have become the tens and hundreds of
millions who no longer bother planning or preparing ahead, certain that
someone else will do it for them, and baffled when the whole thing falls
apart. Meanwhile the organizers who lied to everyone, cynically marketing
and branding the festival in peace and love colors, when what it really
was, was a moneymaking opportunity, and were unable to provide for or take
care of the huge numbers of people who came... have become the congressmen
and leaders of today, who promise the sun and the moon, only to discover
that in actuality they can't even deliver the most basic
services.

The real Woodstock was not some shining triumph of peace
and love. It was an event organized by the wealthy sons of businessmen
looking to cash in on the hippie trend. They marketed that festival so
successfully that hundreds of thousands of young people flooded a small
upstate New York town, all the while lying to the Bethel townspeople and
officials, misrepresenting the concert as being a mixture of jazz and
other music, and estimating that only 30,000 or so people were expected.
The resulting disaster in which deaths, miscarriages and hundreds of
injuries abounded, in which local townspeople had to feed starving hippies
and an entire county became a disaster area; was transformed into a
cultural event by a carefully edited movie and by the official spokesmen
for the counterculture who saw in Woodstock the embodiment of the chaos
and moral degradation they sought to bring to America.

On
Woodstock's 25th anniversary, Newsweek wrote, "Woodstock proved only that
it takes nicely brought-up young people more than three days to revert to
savagery." It has been a great deal more than three days since Woodstock
and every anniversary and commemoration only serves to remind us that the
reversion to savagery is all around us. It is in the drug trade, in the
children born out of wedlock, in the constant torrent of obscenity in the
public square, in the constant erosion of decency and morals in favor of
lewd mockery and the hooting laugh.

Civilization was meant to turn savage into man. The
counterculture unlocked the savage, and then has done its best to clothe
him in the rhetoric of moral equivalence, to somehow hide the savagery
that they have brought out from the public. But what the cultures of the
First World desperately need is to leave behind the savage that is
Woodstock's poisoned cultural legacy, in favor of a reversion to
humanity.

Forty years ago
the New York Times editorialized about Woodstock, "The dreams of marijuana
and rock music that drew 300,000 fans and hippies to the Catskills had
little more sanity than the impulses that drive the lemmings to march to
their deaths in the sea."

There is no more sanity in the impulses
that drive the cultures of the West toward their own destruction now, than
there was at Woodstock. The madness has been clothed in respectability,
but civilization is still racing lemming-like toward the sheer cliff and
the sea. If we cannot arrest that drive, it will become a death drive that
will kill us all.