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A History of American Monster Making
A Kalashnikov assault rifle rested against one of the parched shale rock formations that twisted through the remote mountains of Afghanistan. The brittle, chalky sediment, forming what appeared to be a cave-like structure, provided a contrasting backdrop for the lanky, dark figure that sat cross-legged, staring into the camera. His beard, once shiny and black, was now unkempt and splotched with white. It crept downward into the large camouflage jacket that draped his broad shoulders, shielding him from the biting autumn winds.
Appearances like this were rare. For more than 20 years, he had lurked behind the rough terrain of his landlocked, south-central Asian lair. Occasionally, however, he appeared before the world in pre-recorded messages, emerging from the secret alcoves of the Tora Bora cave complex to deliver gloomy warnings of apocalyptic destruction with a prescience normally displayed by soothsayers and prophets. October 7, 2001 was one such occasion.
His charcoal eyes peered out from shadowy depressions that laid above his sharp cheekbones, exposing the malice that brewed inside him. Swatting the trail of his yellowish turban, dancing in the wind before him, his weighty hands came to rest on a microphone in his lap. Picking it up, he spoke with a strange softness that was inconsistent with his grim message. âAmerica has been filled with terror from north to south and from east to west, praise and blessings go to God,â he said.1 âI swear by God Almighty Who raised the heavens without effort that neither America nor anyone who lives there will enjoy safety until safety becomes a reality for us.â2 From the wilderness of a secluded village, 8,000 miles away from the smoldering subterranean bowels of Ground Zero, Osama bin Laden became Americaâs most sought-after monster.
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By the time the second plane hit the south tower at 9.03am, an overwhelming plume of smoke hovered above the streets of midtown Manhattan, dwarfing frantic onlookers in a bestial display of fury. If not for the sudden swarm of news crews reporting the crash of a passenger jet, one could easily have imagined that the carnage resulted from the work of a fire-breathing, leviathan-like creature sent from the borders of our imaginations to wreak temporary havoc on our nervous systems. Such gore was the stuff of motion pictures, not reality. âIf you were watching this in a movie theater, you would think this was totally unreal,â said Lyn Brown of WNYW News, reporting the events as they unfolded.3 âThis is some horror film or some disaster film that, unfortunately for us, is not a film. Itâs the real thing,â Brownâs co-anchor, Jim Ryan, replied.4
The attacks stunned Americans, who, in a desperate search for the meaning of such butchery, could only describe the senseless violence as barbaric; there was nothing human about transforming a packed commercial airplane into a precision-guided, 150-ton missile aimed at New York City skyscrapers. âThis is an enemy who hides in the shadows and has no regard for human life,â President George W. Bush said on September 12, 2001, one day after the attacks.5 Tallie Shahak of the Jerusalem Post asked, âWhat is it that makes that particular chain of awful terrorist attacks such an immense monster?â6
If anything is monstrous, the terrorist attacks on September 11, 2001 were monstrous. For those directly affected by the tragedy, the 19 hijackers were true monstersâas well as those indirectly affected but nonetheless horrified. Given the magnitude of destruction and horror, the epithet only seems appropriate.
In the days and weeks that followed, many writers and politicians suggested that the perpetrators of the massacre had abdicated their human status. â[The] World Must Stand Together to Defeat These Monsters,â a September 13, 2001 headline in The Express newspaper read.7 âWe Must Kill the Monster of Terrorism,â Allison Little, a reporter at the paper, wrote five days later.8 Even the usually cautious Saudi diplomat, Ghazi al-Gosaibi, the countryâs veteran ambassador to Great Britain, commented on the suspected mastermind, Osama bin Laden, saying, âI have no doubt he is a terrorist because I have been listening to what he says and I honestly think of him as a human monster.â9 Soon, however, that âhuman monsterâ was morphed into a Lernaean Hydraâa serpent-like water beast in ancient Greek mythology, known for its multiple heads and poisonous breath. âSlaying the Hydra: Eliminating Bin Laden Cuts Off One Al-Qaeda Head But Not All,â read a November 2001 Wall Street Journal headline.10 The nine heads of the legendary ophidian were few in comparison to those of the Saudi terrorist ringleader: âMonster Grows a Thousand Heads,â The Courier Mail wrote in September of 2006, tracing the tentacles of al-Qaeda to the 2004 Madrid train bombing and the 2005 London subway attacks.11 Bin Ladenâs extended global reach was also noted by the Combat Studies Institute in a report titled âCombating a Modern Hydra: Al Qaeda and the Global War on Terrorism.â The monograph highlighted al-Qaedaâs âflexibility, resiliency, and adaptabilityâ to American military tactics. Like the fifth-century water monster that grew two heads for every one that was cut off, bin Ladenâs terrorist network replicated, making them increasingly difficult to conquer.12
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Whether a Hollywood leviathan, a swamp-dwelling hydra, or a terror-plotting cave dweller, monsters have long haunted the peripheries of human, civilized space. The unifying characteristic of monsters, no matter their build or their circuit, is their foreignness. They are of another domainâone where chaos and danger triumph over order and security, where uncharted waters bleed into a dark horizon line that promises impending doom.
The Lenox Globe, a hollow copper sphere that dates back to the early 1500s, used the phrase hic sunt dracones, Latin for âhere be dragons,â to delineate unexplored, and thus seemingly monster-ridden, territories.13 Haunting the waters off the eastern coast of China, called East India on the globe, the creatures âfeasted upon the dead and picked their bones,â wrote B.F. Da Costa.14
The enormous size of the monsters on the map undoubtedly added to the terrors of the deep but it was not simply their presence in the dark, mysterious waters that drove fear into the hearts of seafarers. As Richard Kearney notes in Strangers, Gods, and Monsters, monsters defy borders: âMonsters are liminal creatures who can go where we canât go,â he writes.
They can travel with undiplomatic immunity to those undiscovered countries from whose bourne no human travelersâonly monstersâreturn. Transgressing the conventional frontiers separating good from evil, human from inhuman, monsters scare the hell out of us and remind us that we donât know who we are.15
They also remind us that we are vulnerable and that at any moment, the miscreants, lying in wait just beyond our field of view, will appear and drag us into the obscurity of their wicked world. Societal order will succumb to the chaos of the dark beyond.
If there is one good thing about monsters, it is their ability to unite the threatened. Though they promise to unleash great fury, their menacing presence often produces a cathartic responseâone that reaffirms a sense of security and decency among the fearful. âThis is a day when all Americans from every walk of life unite in our resolve for justice and peace,â President Bush said on the evening of the September 11th attacks. âAmerica has stood down enemies before, and we will do so this time.â16
The frightening reality for many was that humansâalbeit brainwashed, twisted soulsâcommitted the unthinkable acts. Labeling bin Laden and his al-Qaeda cohorts as âmonstersâ (though they were hardly creatures of the imagination) relieved humankind of the responsibility for such flagitious displays of violence. Unbelievable human evils were projected onto a larger-than-life behemoth, giving a face to an omnipresent sense of incipient disaster. Strangely enough, in the wake of the horror, Americans developed an insatiable appetite for monster stories. The theologian Timothy Beal has remarked on the renewed appeal for fictional thrillers, noting a widespread enthusiasm for Universalâs âClassic Monster Collection,â adaptations of the famed Dracula story, and a slew of multi-million dollar box-office thrillers such as Blood and Gold, Thirteen Ghosts, From Hell, and in a more playful mood, Monsters Inc., Harry Potter and the Sorcererâs Stone, and The Lord of the Rings.17
Beal suggests that because monsters are âundead,â they keep coming back; September 11, 2001 was a jarring reminder of that. One of the ways in which many Americans coped with the post-9/11 world was to watch their worst fears play out before their eyesâto confront reality from the safety of a living room recliner or movie theater where the horror could easily be stopped by pressing the pause button or heading for the exits. For those who chose to endure the frightening scenes, however, there was a great sense of relief: the enemy would be conquered and for a brief moment, until the credits rolled and the house lights came up, order would be restored. âThe typical Hollywood monster movie serves as a vehicle for a public rite of exorcism in which our looming sense of unease is projected in the form of a monster and then blown away,â Beal writes. âAlthough there will be some collateral damage before the battle is over, in the end the monster will be vanquished and the nation will be safe once again.â18
Fictional ghouls and goblins were not the only motion-picture monsters. There were also portrayals of more realistic nemeses. They represented, as most monsters do, the fears of a specific era and in the turbulent aftermath of 9/11, the Arab terrorist was considered to be among the most revolting and dangerous of creatures. Films like Black Hawk Down, Syriana, Body of Lies, and The Kingdom, all of which depicted Middle Eastern villains defeated by covert operatives of the American government, enjoyed great success and reminded viewers that eradicating the terrorist threat was only a matter of time; the United States, the good guys, would eventually triumph over the evil arch-enemy. There was no other possible narrative. Philosopher Stephen Asma point outs, âHercules slays the Hydra, George slays the dragon, medicine slays the alien virus, the stake and crucifix slay the vampire.â19 As it had always been, so too would it be this time: the monsters would die.
Whether real or imagined, in box-office sensations or evening news stories, monsters are sustained by narratives of fear. In order to maintain their affective quality, monsters must continually remain emergent. Thus, tales of their forthcoming wrath are the breath that gives them life and awakens society to the threat of their never-ending, always-lurking presence. For monsters, narratives are, in a sense, nothing less than life support. Without them, they do not bear the purpose of their design.
As expressions of human experience, narratives give meaning to and make sense of the world that exists beyond the idealism of our imaginationsâa world that is often rife with inexplicable tragedy and senseless acts of violence. The destructive actions of humankind demand some explanation, some logical assessment that places seemingly inhuman behaviors within a story that reaffirms human goodness and separates the sacred human from the savage beast.
H. Porter Abbot notes, however, that narratives are also rhetorical mechanisms for exploitation. They can be used to deliver false information and pull us back into the darkness where our rational fears are fed upon by individuals who seek to benefit from increased societal angst.20 For some, narrating the steady march of an invading enemy, one bent on ravaging national freedoms, results in victorious elections and political capital; promising that ever-lurking threats will be crushed with the weight of a ready military wins multiple terms in office. For others, saber rattling is financially fruitful. There is much to gain from a society that is enthralled with monsters but there is more to gain from one that finds security in monster stories. America, in particular, has long been fascinated with monsters. And for good reason. Since the Stars and Stripes were first woven into existence, villainous bogeymen have lurked behind the parchment of the nationâs founding documents, occasionally creeping out to remind us of their presence. When they do, there is, as history has shown us, a cottage industry of radicals waiting to seize on the fear they instill.
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Charlestown, Boston was the site of one such monster scare in the late 1790s. The quaint Massachusetts town, which sat just north of Boston proper, was situated on a peninsula that split the Charles and Mystic river...