The Virtues of Foreignness

Is this how it’s supposed to be? Is learning forever winding through these strange and foreign places?  Is study the opposite of home?

 

-TNC

 

I’ve been thinking about teaching and learning quite a bit lately (an appropriate reaction when one is, uh, becoming a teacher); I’ve also been very much enjoying Mr. Coates’s missives from Europe, where he has finally ventured after two years of studying French.  I’ve been sharing his posts with my mother, a native Cuban and lifelong Spanish teacher, and recalling my own struggle for fluency in Spanish — how it wasn’t until I shoved myself off the firm cliff of the familiar and landed in Chile and Argentina, alone and bewildered, that I finally gained a real sense of the language.  Truthfully I spoke Spanish before I spoke English but a life in white America had stripped much of that wiring over the years, and to spark connections anew I had to submit, completely and totally, to the onslaught of all-Spanish, all-the-time.  It was the most exhausting thing I’ve ever done by a significant margin.  It was also, without question, the smartest.

 

It’s so easy to have an opinion about education — nearly everyone has been to school and so nearly everyone thinks themselves an expert on the matter, even if they’ve never led a classroom themselves.  Teaching is an enormously complicated thing to do, and the purpose of such education has often been up for grabs.  Widespread public education gained currency first in democratic societies, where the notion of an “informed citizen” held particular urgency; cultural elites might have been gatekeepers of knowledge but they shared it (mostly) willingly, in a recognition that the majority-rules structure of a democratic republic stacked the deck in favor of the ignorant masses unless such numbers could be schooled into civilized opinion.  The trendy model now sees education not as a civic good, a necessity of republican society, but rather as a tool for individual economic advancement, subject to cost-benefit analysis.  In such a formulation invariably the first things to be excised are the arts and humanities; a liberal arts education becomes a luxury, a dilettantism held against the pragmatism of degrees in business or health care.

 

Now, I do believe in vocational models of education.  Not everyone is made for a four-year college or graduate school.  But regardless of whether a student is studying to be an auto mechanic or a businessman or a classicist, a certain liberal-arts breadth is vital — not because it is central to the endpoint of the educational system (employment), but because it is central to being a human being in the world.  I don’t mean this in a self-indulgent sense: coming to the arts and humanities has something to do with self-expression, but self-expression is not the rationale for its importance.  We live in an interconnected and interdependent world, in which many different cultures entwine and national identities become ever-more pluralistic.  The liberal arts are absolutely foundational for navigating such terrain.

 

As JK Rowling so eloquently argued, the import of literature comes not from high-minded critical justifications but because it is in the landscape of our imaginations, in contact with this most intimate of art forms, that we develop empathy, that we fully encounter others in all of their most naked other-ness.  This is why it is important too that our canons be inclusive, reflective of diversity of experience; it is by venturing into the worlds of others, whether in real life or on the page, that our worlds are broadened beyond our narrow selves.  We cannot all travel the world with our feet, but we can travel it in the space of our own minds.

 

It is tempting, then, to imagine that those whose passports bear many stamps have seen and learned more than those with a limited scope of geographic experience, but this too is false — in our globalized international milieu it is all too easy to stay at American-brand hotel chains the whole world over, to eat fast food and speak English in almost any country.  But those who don’t push themselves to encounter different stories — wherever they might be — circumscribe themselves, no matter how vastly they’ve traveled.  We frequently demand such cultural multilingualism from those outside of the elite — but rarely from those on the inside, even when their own ignorance is just as apparent.

 

Such broadening of the self may not always be at the core of education, but it is what learning is all about.

Nobody Knows How to Fund This: A Brief History of the Arts

The “Veronica Mars” Kickstarter project has just closed, but the conversations about how it might impact film financing have only just begun.  The idea of bottom-up financing for major projects — with profits going to the rights-owning studio, rather than to the individuals who have invested in the project — is disconcerting, to say the least (it also runs afoul of SEC regulations as written, although the crowdfunding bonanza has them rethinking some of their definitions); arts and entertainment funding and creation has traditionally run along two separate tracks, the top-down and the DIY, but Rob Thomas (creator of “Veronica Mars,” not singer of Matchbox 20) has turned that all on its head, intersecting the two.

 

Of course, that’s a simplistic formulation.  Successful DIY-isms almost always get co-opted by the top-down financing system — look at Justin Bieber, or the entire punk movement.  And crowdfunding might well lead to an increase in diverse or interesting things getting made; “Veronica Mars” might be a studio-owned property but it’s one of the best around, a television series with a nearly flawless first season that, beyond the tautness of its narrative structure, also made incisive, subversive, and often witty interrogations of race, class, and gender.  It’s just the sort of thing that, all too often, gets pushed aside by the big-money players in favor of another Michael Bay schlockfest, and the fact that a “Veronica Mars” movie will now be produced and distributed is, on its own, an undeniably good thing for creative culture.

 

And the truth is, crowdfunding is not the first time that major studios have profited off the backs of others.  Ta-Nehisi Coates recently weighed in on a kerfuffle over paying writers for their work; he wrote for free at the outset of his career and found it beneficial, even as others find it a ripoff.  As a writer, it is a tremendously difficult thing to be paid for one’s words, and as publications have shifted to digital formats and blogs have proliferated, words have been steadily devalued (there are so many of them on the Internet, after all).  But it’s not a new feature of the publishing landscape, either: for decades many major, profitable publications have utilized unpaid interns, whose free labor becomes the price of entry to a small and highly competitive field.  Such efforts have also had the effect of maintaining a certain hegemony amongst who might join the culture-makers, as only the wealthy can afford to work (or write) full-time without pay.

 

It’s certainly something I have grappled with.  I’ve written both for pay and for “exposure”, although the latter much more rarely — with this blog being a (very) significant exception.  The freedom to write and explore whatever is on my mind, to develop my ideas unconstrained, seems worth it, although recently I took a look at another blog to see if I might glean some tips for monetization: Brain Pickings, which I’ve linked to here before.  Although Brain Pickings claims a vaster readership than I can (and a New York Times profile), it’s ad-free and subsists mainly on donations — or so I thought, based on the “donate” button at the bottom of each post, which links to PayPal.  I was surprised, then, to visit PayPal and discover that such “donate” buttons are available only to IRS-registered nonprofits — which are, after all, the only organizations legally allowed to take “donations.”  The author of Brain Pickings has openly admitted that her blog is run through an LLC, a for-profit corporate form which is not eligible for donation but only investment; and suddenly we are back at the crux of the problem with Kickstarter, not only for its “Veronica Mars” project but for all of the for-profit ventures which have been backed through the crowdfunding site.

 

The truth is, there is no bulletproof funding model for the arts.  Magazines and print journalism have imploded already; music has imploded; television is on the verge.  The days of top-down control, born of the patronage system of ages past, are fading away, which leads to both positive results — a “Veronica Mars” movie! The “Brain Pickings” blogger being able to make a living at her blog! — as well as some less-than-positive ones (“Veronica Mars” fans have essentially paid in for the exclusive financial benefit of Warner Brothers!  The “Brain Pickings” blogger makes a living in some fairly sketchy ways!).  Democratization of artistic production has lowered the barriers of entry but raised the barriers to actually earning a living: the market is flooded, and the signal-to-noise ratio is lower by the day.

 

The question underlying all of these situations — Kickstarters, “Veronica Mars,” blogs, unpaid magazine interns — centers around the value of cultural products.  The wisdom of the market is hard to discern, as the market itself seems schizophrenic and prognosticators are proven wrong on a daily basis, but there are lessons from different times and places that might apply.  British theater, for example, has thrived — even as theater elsewhere has declined — because of strong public funding.  PBS and NPR blend public funding and private donations into vibrant brands which ask interesting questions and support creative livelihoods.  Private foundations have supported innovative work, but the grantseeking process, public or private, is longer, more intensive, and generally more burdensome than putting up a Kickstarter; it’s also a channel available only to nonprofits or individual artists.

 

The for-profit model can have a certain transgressive allure in the arts, or in any creative field — but too often forgotten is that businesses are regulated just as nonprofits are, and they cannot benefit from “volunteers” or “donations” as nonprofits can.  (There is a theater company in San Francisco with an edgy brand, which has consciously rejected the nonprofit world of grants and donations to be for-profit — but which doesn’t pay most of its production team, or even try to pass them off as “interns.”  This is illegal.)  But for-profit creative funding is crumbling.  Crowdfunding seems the most viable solution, but as a tool for those who already hold money or power, it’s controversial and has an uncertain regulatory future.  The pay-what-you-can model, used very successfully by the likes of Radiohead and Louis C.K., has potential for those with a fanbase willing to pay, but has been less promising for creative producers still finding an audience.  Paywalls and digital subscriptions are helping to rescue a select few magazines and newspapers, even as still more have shuttered due to financial concerns; people will shell out for the Gray Lady, but not for The Rocky Mountain News.  The brief era of semi-stable business models — when technology had progressed just enough to allow mass distribution, but not mass participation — is coming to a close.

 

There is no single solution.  Arts, entertainment, and media workers are at the vanguard of the new “flexible” labor force, wherein “flexible” most nearly means “frequently unemployed or working on contract with no steady income or benefits.”  When the unbenefitted workers were those in food service and retail it was easy enough for society to look away; perhaps the real convulsion coming from this breakdown of funding will be un- or under-employed cultural elites demanding a more equitable system not only of paying magazine employees or financing movies, but of the political economy at large.  And the ramifications to creative fields from such a shift shouldn’t be underestimated — after all, JK Rowling wrote “Harry Potter” while on the dole, and whatever your opinion of the literary merits of the series its role as an economic engine cannot be denied, supporting everyone from booksellers to film producers and accruing billions towards Rowling’s own personal wealth; she pays more to the Crown in monthly taxes than was invested in her over multiple years of writing.  If competition alone were sufficient to produce great art, then “Top Design” would have been a much better show.

 

Great cultural products come from many places, but in our romantic stories of geniuses and starving artists it’s all too easy to forget that the most common source is those who can afford it.

The Beginning is the End

Today’s post is from a guest writer!  Tom Schneider is a friend of mine.  He got a 1600 on his SATs, back when that meant two perfect scores instead of three mediocre scores, and he has interesting thoughts about things sometimes.  Sometimes, he will share those thoughts here.  If you crave more T-Schneid, follow him on Twitter: @RealCynicalJerk.

 

It’s that time again: time to talk about Mad Men, and What It All Means.  Much of this discussion, like much of Mad Men, is quite intelligent, complex, and insightful.  But there are a few stubborn misunderstandings out there which I find jarring every time.  A good example is in this piece by Andy Greenwald:

 

 

 

There’s an air of inevitability and sadness hanging over these final seasons, whatever years they encompass, because we know that the peace and love of Haight-Ashbury is bound for the drug-filled doom of Altamont, that Martin Luther King Jr.’s dream will be derailed by a bullet on a hotel balcony in Memphis.

 

 

 

Now, I certainly mean no disrespect to Greenwald, whose work I enjoy, and who is far from the only person to say this sort of thing about Mad Men.  Like all of us, he has absorbed the Legend of the ’60s.  In this legend, a broad spiritual awakening swept the land in the 1960s, briefly uniting the country behind the eternal ideals: Peace, Love, Unity, Brotherhood.  And then, somehow (and the legend is not at all clear how), this loving spirit was twisted and corrupted into Altamont, the Manson Family, James Earl Ray, and finally dealt the coup de grace by Richard Nixon.  But for that brief shining moment, a new age was not only possible, but present.

 

 

 

As a legend, this works.  And as the lived experience of a very specific generation, it may well be true.  But most of the people alive in the 1960s were not the teenagers whose legend this is.  And it is those other people’s story that Mad Men tells: not the Boomers, and not the Greatest Generation, but the ones caught between.  By the time Mad Men (and the 1960s) get started, Don Draper, née Whitman, has already carved out his place in the world.  At first glance, it may seem as though his struggle to find a place has been harder than most people’s, given that he lives under a false name and identity.  But in fact, everyone who has found a place in the adult world is living under a false name and identity.  We have all shed our childhoods, and our adolescences, and the freedoms that came with them, and have traded them for security.  For a place in a system that gives us the promise of freedom from (want, fear, loneliness) while taking away the freedom to(express, explore, change).  And when you’ve made that trade, change is no longer your dream. It’s the thing that keeps you up at night.

 

 

 

It’s not as if Mad Men doesn’t make this clear.  Both Don and his protégé, Peggy, are manifestly uncomfortable with the change going on all around them.  Neither wishes to appear out of touch (indeed, their chosen profession demands that they never appear out of touch), yet neither of them ever appear to actually enjoy the new developments.  Peggy may date, and eventually move in with, a real true believer (though notably he is a beatnik, not a hippie).  But she works for The Man in his purest form, and not for a paycheck, but as a true vocation.  And Don may marry a woman a generation younger than him.  But when she asks him to listen to Tomorrow Never Knows, he turns it off in disgust. Don has spent his whole life in a quest to be able to say that tomorrow does know, that his place is secure, that he will have peace, and security, and an unshakable happiness, secure from the upheavals that have defined his life.  So for him, and his generation, the Age of Aquarius is not a promise, but a threat.  For his generation, Altamont and the Manson Family were there from the beginning, already present in Beatlemania and the Summer of Love.  And the problem that liberals need to constantly confront is this: they were right.  The evil waspresent, just as the Reign of Terror was present in the Fête de la Fédération, and the Gulag was present in the February Revolution.  Just as Tahrir Square can be the setting for the overthrow of a dictator, but also for countless instances of rape and sexual assault.  There’s no way to avoid it: creation is destruction.  The end is caused by the beginning.  And when a revolution continues long enough, it ends up back where it started.

Duly Noted

To keep you occupied over the holiday weekend:

 

- A fascinating (and vitally important) detailing of the process by which laws are actually enacted.  It’s not short, but then, it is a complicated process, and one in which significant pieces of publicly supported legislation endure dramatic alterations in often-underreported fashion.

 

- Who has two thumbs and is super amped for the S3 “Game of Thrones” premiere?  LOTS OF PEOPLE!  Including this very intelligent reviewer.

 

- A whimsical investigation into why rock-paper-scissors is also known as “Rochambeau”.  Historical accident is not an insignificant driver of life.

 

- How to really get to know a city.

The Calculus of Courage

Do you read Zen Habits?  The Minimalists?  The Four-Hour Workweek?  Any one of dozens — hundreds — of other blogs purporting to simplify your life, to offer solutions towards a stripped-down, out-of-the-rat-race kind of happiness?

 

These blogs tend to share a few common characteristics: namely, they’re written by successful white guys.  By “successful,” I don’t just mean guys who have been successful at writing blogs — I mean guys who had achieved a certain measure of success in their previous lives, whether as students, businessmen, or trustafarians.  No one decides to “simplify” their lives by cutting out, say, the bureaucratic headache of quarterly food stamps reporting, although as anyone who has experienced that particular joy can tell you, it’s a bitch.  My life would sure be simpler without it, but I also wouldn’t be able to eat; everything’s a trade-off.

 

No, what these gents tend to cut out are what only the very privileged would ever deign to call necessities: oversized homes (and accompanying mortgages), overpriced clothes, dinners at fancy restaurants.  And jobs.  Authors of life-simplification blogs are damn near obsessed with quitting their jobs, becoming entrepreneurs of their own destinies, taking the leap that — they loudly proclaim — too many of us are just too damn scared to consider.  If only we had their wisdom and their bravery, to live lightly and boldly!

 

Of course, there are legions of folks in the world chasing their dreams and living a minimalist lifestyle out of a concomitant necessity: total brokeness.  And real, legitimate broke-ness teaches you a few things that these bloggerheads have barely even noticed, in spite of the self-assuredness which leads them to challenge the faceless masses to follow in their footsteps (for instance, a bunch of these dudes talk separately about “soap” and “face wash” and “toothpaste” — don’t these artists of the zen know that you can replace exactly all of your cleaning and personal hygience products with castile soap and baking soda and call the damn thing a day already?).

 

More seriously, their real blind spot has nothing to do with shampoo and everything to do with playing the odds.  “Finding your passion” is a beautiful dream, and I encourage everyone to do so.  But “quit your job to find your passion” is a very different piece of advice than merely the latter half of that sentence.  “Make your passion into your livelihood” is not a guarantee of happiness; it is a gamble, and an enormous one.

 

For example — I know a lot of stand-up comedians.  Most of them have found their passion; it is stand-up comedy.  Almost none of them make a real living — a rent-paying, food-buying, independent livelihood — from this passion.  They have day jobs.  They write jokes on the bus.  They make sacrifices.  And not just the sacrifices these aspirational blogs would tell you about: not sacrifices of credit cards and second cars and so much stuff, but real sacrifices, like their health (or health insurance — what a luxury!) or their relationships or their sanity; it’s easy enough to talk about controlling one’s own fate when one has a cushion of savings and a dream of writing about an aspirational lifestyle on the Internet, but for most of us out there trying to make some kind of art, well, the old adage of having to suffer for it still applies.

 

And failure is always a real possibility.  Failure means many things, and it can be liberating and propulsive, but it also sucks.  I took my first off-the-cliff leap back in early 2008; I landed flat on my ass, homeless in Los Angeles.  A friend got me a very part-time job that paid just enough to keep me in ramen noodles.  I couch-surfed until the goodwill of family and friends reached its expiration date, and then I squatted for a few months, until my father was in a serious biking accident and my mother begged me to come home and act as chef and chauffeur during his recuperation.  Eventually I got back on my feet — I still haven’t broken $20k in annual earnings (and I’m approaching thirty) but I haven’t slept in a car in over four years, which is a good enough feeling that it counts as a victory.  But it is a victory which looks very, very different from the “Be your best self now!” prescriptions peddled by Internet cheerleaders.

 

I’m still chasing the dream — still living my passion — but I’ve also struggled long enough to crave a certain stability; not enough to make me complacent (I’ll write comedy under any conditions, and I’ve got the jokes to prove it) but enough that I can stop worrying each day about how I’m going to pay for my next meal.  Sometimes a little bit of fear and uncertainty can motivate oneself to take charge of one’s own life.  Sometimes too much fear and uncertainty can just leave one exhausted.

 

And while I’m on the rant — can these too-smug dudes stop telling me about the joys of nomadism?  Sell your house, they proclaim all-too-easily; quit your rent!  Rent or mortgage is most people’s biggest expense, after all, and so losing that particular bill is key to unlocking genuine freedom, or so the story goes.  But nomadism by a less glamorous name is just homelessness, and having both been there and done that, I will once again tell you: that shit is some of the most exhausting, soul-destroying garbage I have ever experienced in my life, and I once had a job interview at a right-wing think-tank.  First of all, let’s acknowledge that one person’s gleeful, independent couch-surfing is entirely dependent on another person’s staid, dutiful couch-owning.  All of the “stuff” which the couch-surfer can shed so easily becomes instead by provided by a rotating cast of others, leeched off of by the whimsical nomad under discussion.  The post-modern vagabond needs only a change of clothes and an iPad; the world will provide him his toilet paper (and toilet, and shower, and sink, and bed, and cooking utensils, and cooking equipment, and a plate to eat on, and a fork to eat with, and — well, you get the picture).  The world will provide him with his toilet paper because he is, essentially, shitting on the world.

 

Sure, you can gallivant around and treat other people’s lives as one exotic tour for your own edification.  Or you can take some time now and then to travel, meet new people and experience other cultures, but spend enough time — the bulk of your life, perhaps — parked in the one place where you’ve decided to make a goddamn difference.

 

It’s a lot less glamorous of a prescription for a fulfilling life, but it just might actually accomplish something.

Enlightened America

In lieu of a life spent online, I’ve been lately throwing myself into a study of European history.  Books and (judiciously downloaded) podcasts are filling the gaps left by years of bad teachers, and I find myself marveling at the thrill and relevance of the never-too-distant past.  In particular, I’ve become minorly obsessed with the French Revolution, a subject on which until very recently I professed near-total ignorance; I knew the fall of the Bastille, the execution of Louis XVI, Robespierre and the Reign of Terror, and then somehow Napoleon showed up — but while that skeletal knowledge might have placed me in the “above average information levels” camp among my fellow ahistorical Americans, it’s also a sad indictment of a purported liberal arts education, and, replicated on a national scale, a travesty for both political pragmatism and American progressivism.

 

American education is typically much more focused on American history than world events; the few social studies teachers I had growing up who weren’t terrible were all professors of the unfolding United States, and the meager years spent on narratives outside our own borders — sixth grade, tenth grade, two semesters in college — built a shabby collection of facts that barely approached the depth of understanding I had developed of America’s own past.  Knowing one’s country is not a bad thing in itself, but as I’ve ventured into foreign histories I’ve been downright astonished by how woefully underdeveloped — or totally absent — my sense of context — of America’s place in the world — has been.  And, to my mind, there is no better representation of the scale and necessity of such context than the contrasting examples of the American and the French revolutions, and the resonance and lessons of each.

 

The central problem of teaching the American Revolution as a primary framework for understanding history is that the American Revolution is an extreme outlier.  The early United States was unique for a whole host of reasons: geographic isolation, distance from colonial power, hospitable climate, rich natural resources, and — most significantly — a low-enough-density indigenous population that European settlement, while rife with frontier skirmish, was never seriously destabilized by conflict with native people (they just didn’t have the numbers).  It’s not morally unproblematic by a long, long, long shot, but it does pave the way for a much more uncomplicated path to stable statehood than most any other child of European empire.*

 

Insufficient context tends to be taught regarding one of early America’s most significant political advantages as well.  As most schoolchildren are taught, the Pilgrims — and the other New England Puritans, and the Pennsylvania Quakers, and the Maryland Catholics — were fleeing religious persecution in England; they were outsiders and the word we might easily call to mind to describe them is “anti-establishment,” wherein the establishment in question is the Church of England.  But the Founding Fathers — deist intellectual products of the Enlightenment — wrought something much more significant in the Constitution: not attitudes of anti-establishment but of disestablishment, which was truly revolutionary in the Eurocentric world at that time.  To be anti-establishment, after all, is to simply oppose a particular power structure, without reference to the preferred replacement — Henry VIII was anti-establishment in regards to Roman Catholicism, but he was hardly an advocate of disestablishmentarianism; in rejecting the papacy he maintained the divine right of monarchy by establishing the Church of England in its stead.  Similarly, the Pilgrims at Plymouth Rock founded a colony not of broad tolerance but of narrow self-interest, distinct from ruling English theology but with religion and government still deeply interwoven, the principles of each assumed to come from the same source; in detail it was not representative of the burgeoning American nation but the fundamental overlap between the religious and the political — imported from England but stamped across all governmental structures throughout Europe and, in one way or another, most of the world — proved durable in the colonies, even as different colonial regions aligned themselves with vastly different faiths.**

 

Because the thirteen colonies consisted of separate islands of self-interested religious freedom, formation of any supracolonial governing state could not be peaceably affected by the same mechanisms of power at work in Europe, which were largely predicated on (often violent) religious consolidation — that is, the only practical solution afforded the Founding Fathers to link the motley collection of believers known as early Americans was a fully secular state: disestablishment, severing all ties between the institutions of religion and of statehood.  European Enlightenment thinkers like Rousseau provided the intellectual scaffolding on which the revolutionary American Constitution was constructed, but the scale of challenges on the Continent and in Britain — the weight of so many embedded cultures and institutions — rendered the realization of an Enlightenment state vastly more difficult there than here.

 

Nothing better illustrates the contrast than a quick study of the French Revolution.  Having financed and fought alongside the colonists in the War of Independence the French intelligentsia, source of so much Enlightenment philosophy, were enamored of the American example; writings and speeches from 1789 are littered with reference to the likes of Washington and Franklin.  The ancien-regime of Louis XVI and his forebearers, feudal and oppressive and economically disrupted, was at a breaking point which the King himself recognized, summoning the Estates-General for the first time in over one hundred and fifty years.  This hierarchal body was divided according to social class but the Third Estate — that of the “people” — demanded additional representation beyond what they were traditionally awarded, a legislative bulwark against the combined votes of the First (clergy) and Second (nobles) Estates.  The Third Estate represented by far the most populous class of individuals and interests, the argument went, and unless positioned as a truly equal counter against the landed, entrenched, and frequently collusive Church and aristocracy, all chances for legitimate reform were essentially defeated from the outset.  Procedural rectitude demanded a vote to change the vote: significant numbers of clergy defected from the First Estate to support the Third, and several key nobles joined up as well, meeting as the National Assembly in a tennis court when the incensed King — who had not anticipated such agitation from the populace — locked them out of Versailles.

 

Given the too-common characterization of the French Revolutionaries as a guillotine-wielding, radical mob determined to blow up society for the sake of an atheist republic (see: Dickens, Charles) it’s easy to overlook the early expectations of the National Assembly, for as inspired as its members may have been by the American example most anticipated actually following the British example — that is, constitutional monarchy.  The declaration of a Republic was far from a foregone conclusion, and a significant element of the argument both for and against republicanism centered on religion.  Monarchial power was divine and presupposed the existence of God; that governing legitimacy could derive from the consent of the governed was not only a novel concept but — to instruments not only of religious authority but of all authority, not only in France but all across Europe — a deeply dangerous one.  Austria, Britain, and the fading Holy Roman Empire stood together to destroy this revolt against divine right and its worldly manifestations of aristocratic power and wealth.  The opposition began aligning itself well before Louis XVI’s execution in 1793, overcoming deep-seated divides between Protestant and Catholic to wage war against this upstart ideology of democratic republicanism.

 

In contemporary America, it is fashionable for those on the right to declaim that America is — or at the very least was founded as — a “Christian nation.”  But European history offers a violent rejoinder to that very idea; the early United States had a predominantly Christian population and government procedure borrowed some vague, non-denominational ritual affirmation of a higher power.  The French Republic began life Catholic then became secular, taxing the landowning Church; it turned atheist during the Terror,*** and after Napoleon signed the Concordat of 1801 papal authority was recognized again as the source of legitimate government power.****  France would not disestablish again until the Third Republic, in the twentieth century.  Britain — whose population is less churchgoing than America’s — can still justifiably be called a “Christian nation,” as it has, to this day, never disestablished.  Unlike France or the United States, Britain — England — is not a republic but still a kingdom, still a constitutional monarchy, and so disestablishment triggers the same concerns of the French Revolution: it calls into question the very legitimacy of the monarchy.  Even as the Windsors have become largely symbolic, even as religious affiliation and church attendance have sharply declined in England and Britain, the ancient marriage of Church and State still stands, united until the monarchy should fall.

 

Napoleonic France and contemporary Britain are not what people typically imagine when the phrase “Christian nation” is uttered, but the institutions of Christian religiosity were (and are) embedded within government in each; they are, truly, by definition, “Christian nations.”  Considered in the context of world history the notion that pluralist, secular America — which proclaimed disestablishment as a founding principle from the outset, which overtly, explicitly, and radically rejected the idea of an established church — could ever be considered a “Christian nation” is at best laughable, and those who promulgate such a falsehood are either painfully, dangerously ignorant, or else willfully proffering bald-faced lies.

 

The greatest irony of the American right in the context of the French Revolution comes from their identification as “right.”  Contemporary American conservatism has created itself in the image of the American revolutionaries, or at least in the image of the revolutionaries which best suits their purposes — as both the political and the moral imperatives of big-tent liberalism have wrought distance between today’s progressivism and slave-owning Jefferson and Washington (or womanizing Franklin) conservatives have claimed the Founding Fathers for themselves, linking the god-guns-small-government ideology of the GOP to the goals of revolution itself; in such a formulation it is the church-going, anti-tax, gun-owning white male who is both apogee of and intellectual heir to the US constitution and its writers.

 

The labels “right” (or “right-wing”) and “left” (or “left-wing”) as political designations have their origin in the French Revolution — specifically, in the architecture of the National Convention.  Those who sat on the right-hand side of the speaker were traditionalists — conservatives, such as it is.  The left was occupied by republicans, commandeered by Robespierre, agitators for a new era.  It is not merely that the American right-wing is associated with the conservatives of the French Revolution by nomenclature that breeds irony; it is a consequence of the gap between platform and propaganda, between claiming a heritage of revolution while advocating for the United States — the secular city on a hill — to become a “Christian nation.”  Fomenting establishmentarianism was a cause not for revolutionaries in either France or the United States, but rather for conservatives of the time, conservatives who then were known colonially as “loyalists” or in the Convention as “royalists.”  The religious establishment was tied to monarchy, two sides of the same coin, and to believe in the state apparatus of a “Christian nation” was to believe, inseparably, in king and queen.  That the American right-wing purports to be children of the republican revolution while spouting the religious rhetoric of constitutional monarchists is but the most egregious contradiction of the ahistorical mythmaking surrounding our nation’s founding: that those on the right publicly distrust intellectuals and intellectualism but also claim to know the hearts and minds of the Enlightenment-bred Founders is pretty bad, too.

 

Such irony — whether born of ignorance or deception — is not harmless.  Contemporary American libertarianism, the strand of conservatism devoted to states’ rights, has lately seen a resurgence of one of its most prolific defenders, the nineteenth-century senator John C. Calhoun.  Calhoun was a Southerner, devoted to upholding slavery, willing to rend the Union to preserve white hegemony.  Like the interpenetrability of monarchism and religious establishment, there is no pulling apart Calhoun’s theories of states’ rights and his belief in the social and moral correctness of slavery; they are inseparable quantities, the one informing the other in an ugly, elegant Mobius strip of racism and liberty.  Those who seek to strip away the one and only revive the other fail to understand that without the ugly to underpin the elegant, the entire thing falls apart.  But the project is nevertheless at work, forging ahead in statehouses and courthouses, legislative councils and lobbying groups.  The party that still likes to call itself “the party of Lincoln” has found their intellectual grounding in his polar opposite, his lifelong enemy, the man who gave reason to dissolve what Lincoln strove to hold together.

 

Lack of proper historical context, then, triggers two separate but related phenomenon.  The first is our inability to evaluate foreign revolutions with any kind of realism; the media’s current hand-wringing over the failure of the Arab Spring to immediately produce full, vital, and lasting democracy is Exhibit A.  Even taking the American Revolution as a reference point would seem to indicate that durable institutions of government require more than a year to develop, but if we look through the lens of the French Revolution — where the challenge was not only creating new forms of government but also overcoming the influence of deeply embedded old habits — then anything less than a century seems pretty okay.  (If we take the development of German democracy as a lens, anything without a world war seems like a good deal.  Anyone who claims the west is inherently more prone to civilized democracy sure likes to erase the often-barbarous mechanisms by which such modern democracy came to be!)

 

The second phenomenon is our inability to fully grasp the nature of the American story.  No culture exists in a vacuum, and the United States must be put into a global historical context to be truly understood; the relationship between the American and the French revolutions is complex and contested, and there are some who see in it an argument for American exceptionalism.  We did not descend into chaos and totalitarianism because we are better, because our Constitution is better, because American common sense is better — but the moral ambiguity of the French revolution suggests that such notions as “common sense” are, themselves, fundamentally empty, useful propaganda but poor as the basis for government.  After all, the French predicated their revolution on the same ideals as the Americans; they believed in the same common sense of the people.

 

The success of the American revolution has, with time, made it seem almost a staid affair, men in wigs who tossed out the British and wrote themselves a Constitution.  The French revolution resonates still because its descent into violence makes it so difficult to pull apart; European modernity was a bloody tug-of-war that lasted from 1789 to 1945 and even through until the fall of the Berlin Wall and the collapse of the Soviet Union in the nineties.  As a consequence there is still a vital presence to revolutionary ideas — they have not fallen fully into the dusty pages of history but are still felt, repercussions still being lived and sorted through in places like Serbia and Kosovo, Turkey and Egypt and even in the endless bureaucracy of the EU.  By contrast, the American revolution carries no message of progressive urgency.  As a rhetorical device it has been captured by the right, by the conservatives, by the guardians of tradition, by those whose suspicion of change and fealty to the past puts them at fundamental cognitive odds with the very notion of “revolution.”

 

We need not be bound by the past; we are not obligated to accept wholesale the paradigms of our ancestors, and we may pick and choose what to carry forward, adapting to the moment at hand.  But if we should lay claim to our pasts it must be with full knowledge, accepting the reality and the weight of what has come before, rather than rewriting history to suit our own ends.  The point of history is not to comfort us but to confront us: to confront our own biases and to challenge our perceptions, that we might press forward more informed, that we might learn from mistakes already made, from the errors of Calhoun and Robespierre, Madison and Hamilton, Danton and Washington.

 

America in world-historical context is a much more interesting place than America, as commonly presented.  We would all do well to get to know it.

 

 

*Similar company: Canada, Australia.

**Characterizing the range of Christianities present in the colonies as “vastly different” might seem overwrought when compared to the differences between, say, Unitarianism and Islam — but violent schism over relatively trivial (at least to the contemporary layperson) doctrinal matters is a frequent occurrence in medieval history, and the bloodshed between British Catholics and Protestants continued from Henry VIII until the very end of the twentieth century (in Northern Ireland).  By the standards of the day, America was an extreme example of religious diversity and pluralism.  

***Although Robespierre is often vilified as the very worst of the Revolution’s radical, atheist tendencies, he actually split with many of his compatriots over the shift from a secular state to an explicitly atheist state; while his downfall and execution is commonly attributed to a reaction against his excessive zeal with the guillotine it was really his efforts to establish a non-sectarian but religious “Cult of the Supreme Being,” in lieu of the “Cult of Reason” preferred by most of his contemporaries, which was the last straw.  (The former motive remains, however, broadly true — after the execution of Danton, Robespierre seems to have been living largely on borrowed time.  Also, for the record, Robespierre is fascinatingly divisive and indecipherable even to this day, and everyone should read Hilary Mantel’s “A Place of Greater Safety” because, seriously, it will blow your goddamn mind.)

****Napoleon brought Catholicism back into the official fold largely for reasons of political expediency — after waging war against the Papal States he wanted the pope off his back, and he also sought a mechanism to consolidate his own absolute power, which was not available to him so long as France was a true republic.  He could declare himself emperor but without the imprimatur of Rome’s approval such a title had no real meaning, even though he mocked the whole concept of divine right at his coronation, famously taking the crown from the pope and putting it on his own head by himself — essentially giving lie to the carefully crafted (and violently maintained) justifications of a divinely-ordained distinction between emperors and monarchs on the one hand, and pagan autocrats or strongmen in the fashion of Archaic tyrants on the other.  The egoism involved in such an act might be off the charts, but as an act of deconstructivist theater, it’s also pretty badass. 

Activism in Action

I haven’t seen “Enlightened,” but I’m intrigued now: apparently, it fully explores the consequences of standing up against an entrenched interest.  All too often stories of activism are presented simplistically, in the vein of “Erin Brockovich,” wherein the activist struggles but is ultimately triumphant; rarer are the stories in which the activist is ultimately beaten down by their own sacrifice, in which they must grapple with whether or not their actions had any consequence.  (That “The X-Files” took this as possibly their most overarching theme across nine seasons and two movies might be why I love it so.)

 

Activism is a strange thing.  It doesn’t always produce the results necessary for real and lasting social change, but it’s also usually the necessary first step to making change happen.  It’s no guarantee of positive change and for their efforts activists are more often marginalized than rewarded, but without it, change might never come.

Being Better People

Yesterday I wrote about how our penchant for judgment precludes the formation of a just society; when we formulate our responses to systemic injustice in terms of personal responsibility we sabotage progress and turn it instead into a blame game.  But whereas it’s all too easy to point fingers at the abdication of personal responsibility as a cause of poverty or failure or other woes, we often overlook the necessity of personal responsibility in surmounting privilege.

 

All of us, by virtue of living in an unjust world, participate in unjust systems; to try and claim oneself free of all such influences is to engage in a race-to-the-bottom Oppression Olympics, an event in which nobody ever wins.  Admitting our culpability in these systems can be difficult: the vast majority of us do not like to think ourselves racists, and we don’t hate people of color personally — but if we participate in racist systems, are we nonetheless upholding white hegemony?  (As I’ve said previously, the answer is yes.)

 

The only way to truly change disparate outcomes is to change the structures in which we all operate.  As Alyssa Rosenberg writes in her summary of the extreme gender discrepancies in literary magazines, as revealed over the last three years by VIDA’s byline count:

 

My guess would be that the problem is less malign, but more insidious. I’d be willing to bet that every editor of every publication on this list is, in theory at least, committed to the principals of gender equity. But I’d also be comfortable laying money on the idea that they’re equally convinced that their subconscious biases, reliance on familiar authors, and processes to sort submissions and identify new contributors are sound and don’t in any way work to produce byline inequality. They’re probably uncomfortable with the idea of quotas and target numbers, in part because they want to have faith in their own processes. In other words, they can acknowledge a problem without thinking that it’s their problem. And making that connection is what’s important.

 

It’s all too easy to pretend that we’re not part of the problem, that we are better than the systems in which we participate.  But such willful blindness solves nothing; indeed, it only perpetuates the injustice.

When People Are The Worst

I really loved Ta-Nehisi Coates’s recent reflection on the “working definition of an asshole.”  I think he summarizes things nicely in describing such a specimen as “a person who demands that all social interaction happen on their terms”, although I wonder if he doesn’t quite go far enough — for it’s not only social interactions that can be forced to square with the worldview of an asshole, but the narrative of one’s entire life.

 

I was thinking about this when I read this story about Facebook COO Sheryl Sandberg’s new book, Lean In.  Sandberg is a working mother addressing the issue of women in the workplace, and if there is anything Internet commenters — or the world at large — love to judge more than the decisions women make about work and childcare, well, I don’t think I’ve encountered it yet.  The judgmentalism and assholery that spews forth from the comments sections of such stories is astonishing, and this one is no different; when one commenter, a single mother with two special-needs children whose degree in a STEM field has not enabled her to find work flexible or high-paying enough to afford adequate childcare, advocated for a sane and compassionate national childcare program — the likes of which can be found in most other Western democracies, and which was once seen as a viable policy objective (in the 70s, a bill passed Congress before being vetoed by Nixon) — well, for speaking out about her own particular needs, this poor commenter is brutalized.  After all, she chose to have kids; she chose to marry a guy who would leave her; she is solely responsible for all her misfortunes and if any of the other Internet commenters offering up such quick and ready judgment had ever been in her shoes, facing similar decisions, they are damn certain that THEY would have made better ones.

 

The arrogance of such commenters is jaw-dropping, but it is also not unique.  Remember when this happened — a middle-class white guy who came from middle-class roots, unexceptional in all aspects of his life but happy to proclaim all of the truly exceptional things he would accomplish if he’d been born into more challenging circumstances?  That arrogant exceptionalism is the same.  And it flourishes on the Internet: when I wrote about my financial difficulties for the financial website of The Awl, a random stranger took the opportunity to psychoanalyze my entire childhood based on inference and assumptions, something that I didn’t expect to experience until reaching a much greater level of Internet notoriety.

 

Whether it’s ganging up on Anne Hathaway — not for any particular grievance but just because the collective Internet has agreed not to like her anymore — the worst of worst of our impulses tend to find expression online.  It’s so easy to judge without context but the real danger comes when those impulses are inscribed into policy; when our unwillingness to walk a mile in another man’s shoes, when our certainty that we know best, becomes not just Internet assholery but the law.  This is the mindset underpinning, for example, the “reformist” emphasis on testing in education.  Policymakers with limited or no experience in urban schools but full of certainty that they nonetheless know how to fix the problem are sure that testing is the answer, that the teachers with the actual, on-the-ground knowledge and experience of working towards solutions (and making a genuine difference) are themselves part of the problem.

 

The consequences of being a jerk on the Internet and rewriting education policy are vastly different.  But they spring from the same place of self-assurance, the same smugness, the same unwillingness to humble oneself before the lived experience of others.