My political re-education began with a simple television commercial.
There seemed to be this inescapable message symbolically expressed in
a recent advertisement for a frequent sponsor of television news, the
Conoco Corporation. In the oil company’s thirty second TV spot, a
group of lethargic brown bears are sitting in a river. The hungry
beasts are waiting for spawning salmon to swim out of the water, and
into the food chain. As one of the doomed fish makes its fatal leap,
America’s winged mascot, the bald eagle, swoops down and snatches the
waiting bear’s sustenance out of mid-air. The prize, writhing
helplessly in the clutches of our national bird’s razor-sharp talons,
is flown off to the eagle’s nest…
“CONOCO: THINK BIG, MOVE FAST.”
Somehow, the underlying theme of this typical, mind-numbing marketing
ploy had transported me to particular evening in what now feels like a
previous life. In April of `96, I was a Peace Corps volunteer in the
former Soviet Republic of Kazakhstan. As a university English teacher,
I would dedicate the next two years of my life to the task of educating
translators for incoming Western corporations. For motives that were
probably beyond my grasp at the time, my government responded to the
collapse of the “Evil Empire” by invading the vast steppes of Asia with
group after group of philanthropic, overly educated cultural
mercenaries. At twenty-four years of age, lacking any other logical
direction in my life, I was proud to be among this cadre of like-minded
idealists.
Late one night after a lengthy vodka-soaked birthday bash, myself and an
intoxicated associate were engaged in the challenging task of stumbling
back to our apartment. Our circuitous homeward progress was impeded by
the sudden appearance of the notoriously humorless local militia. It
was quickly became evident that “Ust Kamenogorsk’s finest” had a zero
tolerance policy regarding late-night drunken pedestrians. Without
discussion, I watched helplessly as my inebriated comrade was physically
accosted and thrust into the backseat of a Soviet jeep. The moment the
Gestapo turned its attention to me, I immediately produced documentation
which articulated my “diplomatic immunity.” I handed the militiaman my
trusted Monopoly “Get Out of Jail Free Card.”
After a brief conversation in my slurred and hopelessly flawed Russian,
the true nature of my citizenship was revealed to these instantly
placated law enforcement officers. A round of hearty handshakes and
sincere apologies preceded my associate’s emancipation from backseat
captivity. The militiamen were somewhat amused by this
misunderstanding. Surely, incarcerating a tipsy American would lead to
more headaches than they were willing to deal with.
The real epiphany, however, was to occur moments later. As the four
teenaged constables piled into their police jeep and drove off into
the freezing night, a red-white-and-blue sticker on the bumper of the
vehicle caught my eye. Their jeep, like all militia vehicles and toll
booths throughout the city, bore an advertisement for Kazakhstan’s
chief corporate benefactor, Chevron. My alcoholic’s moment of clarity
revealed to me the saving grace that had kept me and my comrade from
spending an unpleasant evening in the city’s infamous hoosegow.
“Of course they let us go. We work for the same people.”
Six years later, the overwhelming gravity of an innocuous, thirty second
television commercial struck me like a psychological kick in the groin.
A practically subliminal political connotation had become personalized
in an unprecedented fashion. I suddenly grasped the meaning of Conoco’s
depiction of the eagle and the bear…
The drama metaphorically represented in advertisement is the geopolitical
struggle pundits are now calling “The New Great Game.” In a reprise of
the original 19th century colonial struggle between Czarist Russia and the
British Empire, the void left from Moscow’s diminishing sphere of influence
in oil-rich Central Asia would be filled by Washington’s expansion of the
red, white & blue empire right into Russia’s backyard. Our military
deployment in Central Asia is now facilitating western control over the
region’s vast petroleum resources. With the dust of the Afghan conflict
barely settled, Harvard-educated Hamid Karzai has begun the arduous
process of gaining his neighbors approval for a long-coveted trans-Afghan
gas pipeline. A not-so-abstract interpretation of the TV spot’s wild kingdom
parody is a sickening microcosm of the manner in which the Eagle is plundering
the Bear’s lifeblood as a result of the neo-colonial War on Terror.
Unfortunately, the deployment of American forces into places like Uzbekistan,
Kyrgyzstan, Afghanistan and the Republic of Georgia were allegedly necessitated
by the merciless slaughter of 3000+ innocents on September 11. I wonder how
those three thousand ghosts would feel about the message being proliferated by
Conoco’s marketing department?
Perhaps, after the IMF succeeds in bringing NATO’s newest member to financial
collapse, Conoco can run an ad depicting the same group of bears enjoying
their “enduring freedom” within the confines of the animal kingdom’s debtor
prison, a city zoo. Perhaps the eagles can demonstrate their dominance and
superior technological acumen by simply draining the river and taking the fish?
“CONOCO: THINK BIG, MOVE FAST.”
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