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The Victimization Cult

By Michael Fumento - April 29, 2004 12:00 AM

Was it just months ago that Mel Gibson was practically declared the reincarnation of Hitler for his film "The Passion of the Christ"?

Honestly. Longtime Anti-Defamation League National Director Abraham Foxman declared the movie would "fuel hatred, bigotry and anti-Semitism," adding that it was the same type of propaganda that drove Hitler to his "final solution." A New York State assemblyman told a rally: "This film is dangerous for Jews all over the world."

Yet to the contrary, a recent nationwide poll released by the San Francisco-based Institute for Jewish and Community Research found 83 percent of respondents said the film didn't make them blame today's Jews for Christ's death. Merely two percent said the film made them more likely to do so, while nine percent said it made them less likely.

Did Foxman really believe what he said? Doubtful. He was just enjoying one of our favorite past-times: The Victim Game.

Not so long ago, the way you became a hero was, well, by acting heroically. That meant going above and beyond your normal civic duty or the requirements of your job and usually putting yourself at risk.

This could be an Audie Murphy fighting a one-man holding action against six German tanks and 250 infantrymen. Or it might have been an Arland Williams, one of six people who initially survived a plane crash into Washington, D.C.'s freezing Potomac River in 1982 and kept passing a helicopter lifeline from one passenger to another. When it was finally his turn, he was gone.

Heroes were in abundance on that dark day in September at the World Trade Center, at the Pentagon; and in the skies over Pennsylvania. But today the surer (not to mention safer) path to heroism is victimhood.

Consider our victim-hero de jour, Pfc. Jessica Lynch.

First reports portrayed her as a ferocious Amazon, fighting off hordes of screaming Iraqi soldiers with just an M-16 and a perhaps a Swiss Army Knife before being shot and stabbed. In the hospital she was brutalized. But first reports were false. Lynch never fired a shot, she admitted, because her rifle jammed. Like apparently most members of her unit, she had failed to keep her weapon clean.

Lynch's biographer Rick Bragg, whom we recall had just lost his job at the New York Times for ethical violations, identified this as a potential weak spot in the fa├žade, so he tried covering it. "All they had with them was the metal and plastic M-16, a weapon infamous over four decades for jamming in the hands of its users." Actually the rifle requires more cleaning than the "metal and wood" AK-47 but the M-16's extraordinary problem was fixed in the mid-1960s. I carried one for four years; it failed me not once. Other weapons in the unit besides the M-16 also failed to fire. In addition to lack of cleaning, the main cause of all weapons "jams" is fear.

Lynch was injured when her vehicle was struck, whereupon she was taken to a hospital and well-treated until troops retrieved her. Bragg realized Lynch needed a little more victimization at this point so he wrote that medical records indicated she had been sodomized. But no such records have been produced and evidence is to the contrary.

But no matter. The Army promptly awarded Lynch the Bronze Star for "meritorious service in combat" and she's become the most celebrated veteran of the war, although she herself has made the case she's no hero.

Her friend who drove the vehicle and died from injuries in the same crash, was Lori Ann Piestewa. She has also been proclaimed a hero, complete with having a mountain peak named after her.

A tsunami of vicious mail inundates me whenever I do a column stripping people of their victimhood. That includes the parents of autistic children who blame vaccinations for the disorder; Vietnam veterans who insist all of their ills, real and imagined, are from Agent Orange; and sufferers of so-called "Gulf War Syndrome."

When I ask them to fax me medical records they hiss and spit and call me names not fit to print in a family newspaper, but nobody has ever taken me up on my challenge. Yet it's worse than that. I'm convinced that most of these people never served in Vietnam or the Gulf at all. It's a dead giveaway when they won't even provide their unit names.

You can read all about the fake Viet vet syndrome in a wonderful book called Stolen Valor. Many of the non-vets want combat glory of the old-fashioned type, but many others crave victim status. They demand some of those tears that Dickens' readers gave poor dying little Nell.

We all do, it seems. Somewhere buried in the penumbra of the Constitution there simply must be a right to victimhood. I'm a victim; I'm a Jew. I'm a victim; I'm a woman. I'm a victim; I'm black. I'm a victim; I'm gay. I'm a victim; I'm a straight white gentile male.

And so Lynch is now rubbing elbows with Britney Spears and is a motivational speaker on the subject of "survival," as if you can get an entire talk out of "be knocked unconscious."

Yet there are real heroes out there, fighting and often dying for us. Eight days after the September 11 attacks, Arizona Cardinals football star Pat Tillman punted a $3.6 million to enlist in the Army and go through the hell of Ranger school. Last week he paid the ultimate price during a firefight in Afghanistan. There were also real heroes in Lynch's unit. They maintained their weapons and used them in defense of Lynch and the others, thus drawing deadly enemy fire to themselves.

They didn't get million-dollar book contracts or lucrative speaking tours, just a flag-draped casket. Try naming even one.

Michael Fumento, U.S. Army Airborne 1978-82 (Fumento[at], is a Senior Fellow at Hudson Institute in Washington, D.C.


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