By Kevin D. Williamson
Sunday, November 03, 2019
The leading anti-immigration voice in our country belongs
to my friend Mark Krikorian of the Mayflower
Krikorians. Two of the most prominent voices associated with our dotty new
blood-and-soil nationalism are linked to the surnames Buchanan and Ahmari. My
colleague Michael Brendan Dougherty calls himself a nationalist, too — a
nationalist in the cause of at least two nations, by my count. That’s two
Irishmen, an Iranian, and an Armenian, three of them Catholics and all four of
them gentlemen who, if earlier generations of so-called nationalists had had
their way, would be admiring these United States from afar.
Funny old world.
On Friday, I appeared opposite Sohrab Ahmari on a panel
hosted by the William F. Buckley Program at Yale. He argued that the main duty
of the state is not to protect liberty but to achieve the good, biblically
defined. That’s what he said when he showed up, anyway — he was a little bit
late owing to the fact that the state he would entrust to do God’s work here on
Earth cannot quite manage to make the trains run on time, a fact that you might
think would be of some interest to a bantamweight Mussolini.
Mr. Ahmari, who is the op-ed editor of the New York Post (where I write about twice
a month), is a Catholic convert, as am I. (I suppose I identify as “Puritan
curious” these days; it must be that book on the Presidents Adams.) I have
never met a Catholic convert who is not a fan of A Man for All Seasons, and Mr. Ahmari reminds me a little bit of
the young idealist of whom Thomas More says: “We must just pray that when your
head is finished turning, your face is to the front again.” National Review is a magazine that in
its early days boasted a collection of freshly reformed Trotskyites,
doctrinaire libertarians, and militant Catholic anti-liberals, but to my
knowledge none of them was all three at the same time, whereas Mr. Ahmari can
run through that cycle in a three-day weekend. I will be happy for him when his
jackboot phase has ended, but who knows where he will land?
You can bet it will not be in a place close to my
sometime colleague David French. If you have followed recent intramural
conservative factional politics, then you will know that Mr. Ahmari has a
bizarre and unseemly obsession with David French, who is a leading conservative
critic of the Trump administration and its sycophants. Trump’s admirers like to
say, “He fights!” Trump of course is a medical marvel, having had the only case
in recorded medical history of bone spurs that healed without any medical
intervention whatsoever, a miracle that was witnessed right around the time the
Vietnam draft was coming to a close. French served in Iraq without any
compulsion and has dedicated much of his career to literally making a federal
case of it when Americans’ religious liberties are violated by various
peckerwood city councilmen and mealy-mouthed deans. But he is almost
unfailingly polite, and thus Mr. Ahmari et al. heap scorn upon what they call
“David Frenchism.” But when Mr. Ahmari recently was fool enough to get on the other
side of David French in an actual debate, the stuttering and incoherent mess to
which he was promptly reduced was evidence enough (superfluous, in fact) that
David Frenchism is made of sterner stuff than our newly minted young
nationalists had thought. He fights.
The question before us at Yale was very closely related
to the French–Ahmari dispute: Whether American liberalism (by which we mean the
liberalism of Adam Smith and Thomas Jefferson, not the managerial pretensions
of Elizabeth Warren) is a victim of its own success. My answer is that
liberalism is part of a package deal called liberal democracy, which
simultaneously is a victim of liberalism’s success and democracy’s failures,
many of which were presciently dissected by the aforementioned Presidents
Adams: faction, vanity, envy, ambition, the “passions” that so worried the
Puritan philosophes of New England.
We have peace of a sort and prosperity enough, but we want purpose, and so we
must be miserable.
For the partisans of David Frenchism (and you can count
me in their number), it would be enough for government to secure our liberty. I
would in fact consider my work as a political critic complete (and the eschaton
finally imminent) if I believed that the state could be trusted to do that. There
is much more to the good life than politics, and liberty, properly understood,
is only a means, not an end. The question of what we are to do with that
liberty might be answered in any number of ways consulting many different
sources of wisdom. But it is far too important to be left to the people who
cannot even quite make the trains run on time. A government that is soon likely
to be presided over either by Donald Trump or Elizabeth Warren is not a fitting
instrument of moral instruction, and the people — We, the People — who bear the
blame for having made it what it is ought to be modest in our expectations
about what we might make of it in the future.
Somewhere in Mr. Ahmari’s catechism are the words Put not your faith in princes. It took
ten plagues and a river of blood to communicate the fullness of that truth in
the time of Moses. But there is nothing that is finally and truly
unforgettable, which is why we conservative are obliged to keep bothering our
countrymen about pesky little truths that many of them would rather forget. One
of those is that investing mere political functionaries with the power of moral
compulsion does not liberate the polity from moral error but instead makes the
moral errors of certain men universal and mandatory.
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