Below is the latest The Pain -- When Will It End?
Updated 7/03/02
Artist's Statement
I was in New York City for a comic
book show two weekends ago, and on the subway ride infrom Brooklyn I had another
of my inspiring political conversations with Megan Kelso, author of the comics
Girlhero, Queen of the Black Black,
and Artichocke Tales. Megan's good to talk to about these things, because
although she feels just as stunned and paralyzed by our present national nightmare
as I do, unlike me, she's not pessimistic or cynical about it; she still has
a sort of innocent, outraged faith in the crap they taught us in civics class
-- for example, that American citizens can't be arrested and held without
being charged. This, I think, is what Christopher Hitchens, in his book Letters
to aYoung Contratian, calls "living 'as if.' " It's how dissidents
chose to live under the Soviet Bloc regeimes throughout the Cold War--taking
the government's propoganda at face value, behaving as though you lived in
a functioning democracy when you don't, excercising your rights as though
they actually existed and could make a difference. Puddleglum the Marsh-wiggle
puts it like this in The Silver Chair: "liv[ing] as like a Narnian
as I caneven if there isn't any Narnia." This sort of political stance
requires a flair for the absurd, an acknowledgement of the fundamental futility
of the endeavor, and faith that it might actually work. Luckily, I have at
least two of these traits in spades.I came back from New York reluctantly
resolved to put aside my beloved Klibanesque non sequiturs -- the pale blobby
retarded children being fed giant drums of wet cat food, the carrots stuck
up old men's butts--and draw nothing but hideous and damning political cartoons
until I get arrested or someone demands an official apology.
This week's image was inspired by a speech titled "An Open Letter to
John Ashcroft," given by author Claire Braz-Valentine at this year's
"Celebration of the Muse" at Cabrillo College, which was forwarded
to me by my girlfriend Allison in Armenia. In it, Braz-Valentine juxtaposed
the Bush administration's toppling of the prudish, oppressive, misogynistic
Taliban regime, which forced women to cover themselves in burkas, with our
own prudish, oppressive, misogynistic Attorney General's draping of the statue
of Justice with a discreet curtain: "While we were begging the women
of Afghanistan to not cover up their faces, you were begging your staff members
to just cover up that nipple to save the American people from that monstrous
metal mammary," she said. The irony was so obvious and perfect that even
a mainstream op-ed pundit like Maureen Dowd caught on to it, and I can't believe
that no other political cartoonists have used it yet. But as far as I know
no one has. Hopefully this cartoon will illustrate the difference in dramatic
impact between evoking an image in prose and actually creating that image.
This cartoon runs the week of the
Fourth of July. Let me say on this occasion that, like Megan Kelso and most
other bitter, disillusioned cynics, I am basically an idealist, and I really
do love America. Don't get me wrong; I don't give a shit about the brutal,
mercenary nation-state calling itself America (only idiots and assholes actually
care about nation-states, or churches, or corporations, or any other made-up
tribe, and don't you forget it) but I love the idea this country was founded
on, that people of different races and religions and ideologies might be able
tolive together, free to disagree and dissent from their government--in other
words, everything the current illegitimate administration regards with narrow-eyed
suspicion and contempt. We must publicly mock and refute and oppose these
people and their policies until we have driven them and their Hitler Youth
government and their backwoods hillbilly God out of our public buildings like
the verminous infestation they are. Then we'll tear down that goddamn blue
curtain and let the naked titty of Justice shine throughout the land. I'm
not fucking kidding. Happy Fourth of July.