Sunday, January 9, 2022

Toward a Politics of Charity

By Kevin D. Williamson

Sunday, January 09, 2022

 

The Covid-19 era is a cascade of related tragedies, and we would be adding one more item to the tragic catalogue if we were to fail to take the opportunity presented by the heightened contrasts created by the epidemic to understand our national differences a little better. An epidemic is a bit like a war in that it injects an unusual measure of intensity into public affairs, which helps both to reveal and to clarify preexisting differences. Think, for example, of how World War I drew out the militaristic, nationalistic, and centralizing tendencies in American progressivism, producing a reaction whose character was what we would now describe as libertarian. Or think of the way that the combination of the Vietnam War and the social convulsions of the 1960s brought out the anti-Americanism in the white, college-educated Left.

 

Americans in our time who would like our politics reoriented toward liberty should, if only for practical reasons, try at least a little to understand the point of view of those Americans who are not oriented mainly toward liberty, who are instead oriented toward something else, such as safety, equality, nationalism, or some other competing priority. The reaction to Covid-19 offers a convenient opportunity to do so.

 

And it is no good engineering an explanation in order to flatter ourselves, telling ourselves the comforting little story that those who disagree with us do so because they have been misled (by left-leaning educators or “the media”) or because of some personal moral failing (cowardice, laziness, bigotry). There are many intelligent and excellent people who see the world very differently from how we do, and they didn’t all come to their views by reading Paul Krugman columns or going to grad school.

 

One of the issues that is prior to politics is that there are different ways of thinking about probability and risk. Do you know the great Tom Stoppard play Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead? Stoppard has fun with a familiar conundrum: If you were to propose to flip a coin 100 times, you would judge that the probability of its coming up heads 100 times in a row was very low, but the probability of its coming up heads on any given toss is 50/50. So, if the coin has come up heads 99 times in a row, do you wonder at the improbability of its coming up heads again on the 100th toss, or do you shrug the 100th toss off as another 50/50 proposition? The mathematical foundation is the same in either case — 100 heads in a row is very unlikely, heads on any given toss is not unlikely — but how it makes us feel can differ considerably by person. And while we have an unfortunate tendency to give in to confirmation bias and to actively seek out information that supports our preexisting biases, even two people who agree about the basic facts of the case vis-à-vis Covid-19 or some other hazard might come to radically different conclusions, and their sentiments are likely to be not only different but mutually antagonistic. This is exacerbated in the American situation because each half of the population defines itself to some extent in opposition to the other half — e.g., the only thing that all of the people who call themselves “conservatives” in our time really agree about is opposition and hostility to the people who call themselves “progressives”; the sole defining feature of the Democratic Party is that it is not the Republican Party; many Texans would be happy to define their state as the anti-California; etc.

 

As I have argued in the past, differences in attitude toward risk are a big part of Americans’ disagreement about health-care policy, to take one important example. Conservatives point to the monopoly systems in the United Kingdom and Canada, or to European systems that have a higher level of state intervention, and tell our progressive friends: “See, if you go down that road, you will get less choice, less innovation, and a less dynamic system,” without understanding the progressive calculation, which is that giving up some choice and dynamism would be worth it in exchange for guaranteed access and for relieving us of the stress and anxiety of worrying so much about out-of-pocket health-care costs and the possibility of losing health insurance. Those who prefer guaranteed access to a narrower set of health-care services with little or no out-of-pocket expense to participating in a more market-oriented system with more choices and more financial uncertainty are not making a mistake — they are acting from a different set of priorities. My libertarian friends often talk about politics in terms of a conversion experience — “So-and-So was converted to free-market economics in 1978,” etc. Marxists often speak in the same terms. But if we liberty-oriented Americans want to advance our view of health care as a practical political matter, the thing to do is not to try to convert the unbelievers but to understand their attitude toward risk and to rethink our arguments — and, where necessary, our policies — in a way that helps to assuage their anxieties.

 

This isn’t strictly speaking a Left–Right thing. Almost all of the so-called economic nationalism of both the Right and the Left — that Donald Trump and Bernie Sanders often sound alike on economic issues has been noted by, among others, Donald Trump — is a matter of risk aversion, in this case showing itself as aversion to change. (It is also in many cases an aversion to the painful necessity of admitting that the sunk-cost fallacy is a fallacy and acting accordingly, for instance by moving out of one’s familiar community and relocating to a place with more economic opportunity and a healthier social environment.) People on the left are a little more risk-averse when it comes to dealing with markets, and people on the right are a little more risk-averse when it comes to dealing with foreigners, but, very often, they will respond to the same anxiety (market interactions with foreigners) with roughly the same policy proposals, changing only the specific terms of denunciation: “greed” for the left-wing anti-capitalist and “globalism” for the right-wing anti-capitalist. Spend 20 minutes on right-wing Twitter and it will be perfectly plain that much of right-wing politics is driven not by the love of liberty but by the fear of humiliation, particularly by the fear of certain metropolitan men of emasculating humiliation.

 

Many of the new rules and conventions related to Covid-19 are, at heart, exactly what their critics call them: theater. There is very little reason to believe that the masking protocols followed by airlines, for example — Mask down, sip your coffee, mask up! Mask down, sip your coffee, mask up! — accomplish anything important. But if some of these protocols are meant to be expressive, as I believe they are, then it is worth understanding what it is they are trying to express. Some of what they have to say is ugly and domineering: “I have the power to force you to comply with these trivial and symbolic gestures, and I enjoy exercising that power.” Some of it isn’t: “This situation terrifies me, and I feel like you and yours are not taking the well-being of me and mine as seriously as you should.” This complicates the customary individualism of libertarian analysis, because the response to an epidemic is, like a war, in large part social in character. Almost all of the “Don’t Tread on Me!” types bellyaching about “vaccine passports” are new to the game, in that the United States has made certain vaccines a requirement for those seeking immigrant visas — something very close to a literal vaccine passport — for generations. Covid-19 is new to the list, but mumps, measles, rubella, polio, tetanus, diphtheria, pertussis, hepatitis B, and haemophilus influenzae type B are not, and we have long subjected American citizens, from soldiers to kindergartners, to various vaccine requirements. “Oh, but this one is different!” is pure special-pleading. Which is to say, much of the anti-vaccine-theater stuff is theater, too, and theater driven at least in part by fear — the fear of being dominated by agencies and institutions controlled by cultural rivals and political enemies.

 

A lot of very old-fashioned and fusty Victorian stuff — manners, etiquette, courtesy, propriety, social convention, social hierarchy — used to help us to work around many of these differences, sparing us at least the stress and discomfort that come with trying to reinvent the rules of social behavior on the fly and anew each day. It is not very difficult (for most people) to treat the people we love in such a way as to make them feel at ease, cared for, and decently esteemed — the purpose of manners and social convention is to give us a guide for treating the rest of our neighbors that way, too, both because it is in itself a good and because pursuing that good brings about mutual benefits.

 

One of those benefits is avoiding brawls in airports and angry scenes in restaurants, as well as the entrenchment of petty bureaucratic bullying that these bring about. We need public habits and behavioral norms that presuppose these differences and accommodate them; this does not mean always giving veto power to the more risk-averse party in every situation, but it does mean taking their fears and anxieties into account, even when these seem to us excessive. All of us have things that worry us or make us uncomfortable in ways that cannot be strictly accounted for by peer-reviewed scientific papers — human beings, and human societies, do not work like that. The simple act of approaching these differences with kindness and consideration rather than with boorishness and the desire to dominate would go a long way toward lowering the tension; unhappily, we have powerful political interests (and powerful commercial interests attached to those political interests) that benefit from increasing the tension, from choosing boorishness not because they lack the capacity for better behavior but because boorishness pays. Mentally normal adults would in normal circumstances be embarrassed by that kind of thing, which is why so much work has been done to convince Americans on both sides of the social divide that they are “at war.” Some of them won’t be happy until they have their war.

 

Conservatives who argue that this is a Christian nation founded on Christian principles planted in a Christian civilization have as their first duty neither the defense of the Constitution nor fealty to the flag but loving our neighbors as ourselves, and this is as much a public and political duty as it is a private and spiritual one. Which means, at the very least, that we should not want our neighbors and fellow citizens to be afraid, and that we must not enjoy their fear nor profit by it. We must love them even as we disagree with them, even as we understand that at least some of their fears are irrational or unfounded. (It is very likely that as I write these words Charles C. W. Cooke is down in Florida building another AR-15 in his garage, and the public peace will be in no way endangered by this, however much anxiety such rifles may cause in some people.) It is only in a politics of charity — meaning a politics of love — that we can liberate ourselves from the politics of domination and humiliation and the fear of domination and humiliation. Two-thirds of Americans call themselves Christians, and it would cause radical social change if they started acting — not only in their private lives but as citizens — as though they meant it.

 

Sneer at that proposal if you like — Americans have become great sneerers — but it is much more practical than setting up independent republics in Texas and Northern California, or, even sillier, trying to govern a nation of 330 million people as though 165 million of them did not exist.

Dr. Odd

By Kevin D. Williamson

Thursday, January 06, 2022

 

Dr. Mehmet Oz may be the perfect Republican candidate for our time: a talk-show host and snake-oil peddler with a throbbing persecution complex, a Fox News hanger-on with a couple of weird religious connections and no real political experience. He is seeking to take over the Senate seat being vacated by Pennsylvania’s Pat Toomey, an old-school Reaganite conservative who pretty plainly has had enough and who in any case would have had a hard time getting himself reelected after voting to convict President Donald Trump in his second impeachment trial last February.

 

From Pat Toomey to Mehmet Oz — that would be a telling transition. There are some successions in office that really tell a story about the evolution of the Republican Party. Consider the arc of the Arizona Senate seat that went from Barry Goldwater to John McCain to Jon Kyl to Martha McSally to the Democrats, who may very well keep it for a generation. The line con­nect­ing Goldwater to McSally describes a Republican Party less and less sure of what it stands for and ultimately unable to hold on to power in a formerly rural state that has rapidly urbanized.

 

Pennsylvania offers a different kind of story: Arlen Specter, who long occupied the seat Oz seeks, was something like Michael Bloomberg, a northeastern big-city Democrat who ran for office as a Republican because the Democrats wouldn’t have him and the GOP offered an open path to power. Before that seat was held by Specter, it was held by Richard Schweiker, a moderate Republican who was surprised in 1976 when Ronald Reagan proposed to choose him as his running mate should he win the Republican primary. So, Toomey was far more conservative than his predecessors in a state where critical suburban constituencies were becoming less conservative, and certainly less Republican, by the year. His accomplishments, political and substantive, have never really been appreciated by Republicans, in Penn­syl­vania or nationally. The replacement of Toomey by Oz would be of a piece with what has been happening for years in the GOP nationwide: the steady displacement of Reagan-style conservatism by Trump-style rightism, a witches’ brew of celebrity-driven politics, crackpot theories, and resent­ment.

 

He is not the only Fox News orbiter in the Pennsylvania race on the Republican side — Fox News contributor Kathy Barnette, a black, home-schooling Army veteran, also is in the mix — but Dr. Oz very well may be the hydroxychloroquine salesman Keystone State Repub­licans have been waiting for.

 

He is very likely going to find some purchase in the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania, which is, politically speaking, one of the strangest states in the country. It is a state in which Republican politics has long been shaped by a deep current of corruption (Bob Asher, Pennsylvania’s man at the RNC for 22 years, has a raft of felony corruption charges on his curriculum vitae — perjury, racketeering, conspiracy, bribery — and spent time in federal prison; his co-conspirator, state treasurer Budd Dwyer, famously shot himself in the head with a .357 Magnum revolver on live television), along with the usual heaping helping of nepotism and incompetence. In the early 2000s, solidly Republican suburbs such as Lower Merion turned as blue as Minneapolis while GOP leaders — prominent among them Senator Specter’s daughter-in-law — stood by, helpless.

 

Today, Republican Pennsylvania doesn’t really start until Lancaster County. But Donald Trump connected with something in Pennsylvania in 2016, and was the first Republican presidential candidate to win the state’s Electoral College votes since George Bush in 1988.

 

Dr. Oz, no stranger to Fox News and the Weltanschauung that goes along with it, seems at the moment inclined to run very much the same kind of campaign. What does he believe? Nothing very specific, at least so far as he is willing to say at this time. He offers a great deal of resentment against “elites” and that sort of thing, but, beyond that, it’s happy talk about “empowerment” so vacuous that his old pal Oprah Winfrey won’t even put in a good word for him. What to do about Iran and China, about the taxation of carried interest or our allies’ complaints about U.S. export-control rules? So far, Dr. Oz has not said much of any real substance about any question of complexity and interest, and he may not. Why should he? The only thing on his WinRed campaign website at the moment is the usual plaintive appeal for money, though it is a well-designed appeal with a big fat Apple Pay button right there to encourage the impulse donor. The appeal invites Oz voters to “take back the power and feel like you are in control of YOUR life again,” the familiar meaningless populist gurgle.

 

He has already picked up the im­portant Republican habits of the day, thundering “I won’t be canceled!” after the Philadelphia Inquirer, in accordance with its standard practice, declined to refer to him as “Dr.” on first reference, which he took to be a slight. (There is some irony in this: The Inquirer omits the “Dr.” for both physicians and Ph.D.s in order “to avoid complaints of unequal treatment from individuals who worked hard to achieve doctorates in nonmedical fields,” according to its stylebook.) Such weaponized sanctimony and ritual denunciations of the “people in charge” are crutches that he is going to have to lean on as every phony diet pill, hokey New Age nostrum, and quacktastical miracle cure he has ever hawked comes up in the news and gets used against him. The first New York Times skim of this material already has been brutal, reminding readers that Oz was once hauled before the Senate to be chided for his baseless pseudo-medical claims.

 

Other than having attended the University of Pennsylvania, Oz’s only connection to Pennsylvania is through his in-laws, whose address the longtime New Jersey resident assumed when he decided to run in the state. His wife is a straight-up kook, a “reiki master,” among other things, and his mother-in-law is a minister in the Pennsylvania-based Swedenborgian Church of North America, part of a constellation of cultish congregations founded by the followers of a man who claimed to have traveled to the planet Mercury and to have encountered Aristotle there. Oz himself comes from a mostly secular Muslim background but has in interviews proclaimed his adherence to the Swedenborgian ap­proach. It may be bananas, but it probably won’t hurt him much in the Philadelphia suburbs, which is the only place in the country where you meet a lot of Swedenborgians.

 

The Republican primary may end up being a circus — or it may end up being a sideshow. The leading fundraiser in the Pennsylvania Senate race, by far, is a Democrat, Lieutenant Governor John Fetterman, the towering (six-foot-eight) blue-collar (literally, more often found in a work shirt than a suit) progressive who cuts a colorful figure with his Hells Angels personal style and his throwback working-class politics. An Oz-vs.-Fetterman race would, in effect, pit one expression of Trumpism against the other — the Rust Belt union-hall populist against the anti-elitist television celebrity. The traditional conservatism that Senator Toomey stands for would be nowhere in the race.

 

Republicans make endless ritual denunciations of “the media,” but it should by now be apparent that their party is much more dominated by media than is the Democratic Party — only it is dominated by a particular, narrow slice of media, mostly Fox and other right-wing cable news, talk radio, and a couple of big social-media operations. The irony is that it is easier for the partisan Republican media to dominate the GOP than it is for the so-called mainstream media to dominate the Democratic Party. The smaller cultural footprint of Republican-leaning media makes it easier to garner an influential voice, whereas the New York Times and the Washington Post and CNN and Hollywood all have to compete with one another for influence among Democrats. And the Republican Party is also simply a weaker insti­tution, not having the vast army of government workers and government unions to sustain and people it. And so the GOP is, perversely, more vulnerable to exploitation by celebrity adventurers such as Mehmet Oz than is the Dem­ocratic Party with all its Hollywood connections.

 

It will be strange and perverse to see a figure from the cream of the media elite running a campaign against the media and elites, but these are strange and perverse times, in Pennsylvania more than most places.

The Denial of Agency

Review of 'The Least of Us' by Sam Quinones

By Kevin D. Williamson

Sunday, January 09, 2022

 

‘True Tales of America and Hope in the Time of Fentanyl and Meth.” So reads the subtitle of Sam Quinones’s latest, The Least of Us. I am not entirely convinced these tales are true—by which I do not at all mean to suggest that they are something other than factual, that they are inventions and fictions. Quinones is not that kind of bad writer. He is a different kind of bad writer, the kind who is capable enough—and sometimes much more than capable—when it comes to relating the stories recounted to him by the feckless sad sacks with which his terrarium of human failure is populated but, at the same time, utterly unable to organize those sad stories into anything other than the tired, hackneyed, shady-back-alleys-of-capitalism narrative that one expects from a 62-year-old Berkeley graduate.

 

Both men would probably loathe the comparison, but Quinones is in a sense a version of Tucker Carlson, another child of the old California aristocracy. Quinones is the son of a Harvard-educated Claremont professor, and he’s a former president of the Association of Literary Scholars and Critics later appointed to the board of the National Council for the Humanities by George W. Bush—but one who offers himself as a journalistic tribune of the plebs, a voice for a marginalized underclass he knows in an essentially anthropological way, who are not his people but his profession. I do not fault Quinones for being born to privilege; I blame him only for his failure to overcome the difficulties imposed by such an upbringing.

 

These deficiencies are both intellectual and moral, and, consequently, narrative. The Least of Us is mainly a series of potted biographies of junkies. There is Tom Ruah, who graduated from prescription painkillers to injecting heroin and described the experience as “like seeing God.” (One of the problems with telling junkies’ stories in their own words is that their accounts are almost invariably silly and self-aggrandizing, and packed with clichés on the level of “like seeing God.”) Ruah steals and cons his way through life until dying from an overdose of acetylfentanyl. There’s Lou Ortenzio, the junkie doctor who acts as a pipeline for other addicts and dodges prison but loses his medical license, becoming a pizza deliveryman before going on to work with other recovering addicts.

 

And there’s Joss Sackler, a standard-issue society-page grotesque. About her, Quinones writes:

 

The crowd tonight is here for a performance-art piece. The piece centers around Joss Sackler. Ms. Sackler has a PhD in linguistics; she owns a clothing line; she employs an entire PR team; she is said to be very interested in “women’s issues.” She is, above all, the wife of David Sackler, who is the son of Richard Sackler. Both men had resigned from Purdue Pharma’s board of directors a year earlier. Tonight’s event is billed as Joss et Ses Amis. That is French for “Joss and Her Friends.” But the event also has a subtitle. It’s in English: “Undeterred.”

 

Mrs. Sackler appears in a blue Elizabeth Kennedy evening gown, which is cut from her body piece by piece and burned as she stands on a rotating platform in the pose of an Olympic discus thrower. She is then spray-painted. The performance is photographed by Lynn Goldsmith, reported in Town & Country, and, of course, applauded. “Curated” wines are served, and Mrs. Sackler schmoozes with Keith Richards’s daughters before flashing her breasts at the audience, to additional applause.

 

The Sacklers are the villains of the book, and they are easy targets. Purdue Pharma’s executives and board members, the Sacklers prominent among them, took an attitude of indifference toward prescription drug abuse that was as Olympian as Joss Sackler’s discus-thrower pose. The firm has not exactly covered itself in glory. Quinones reports that opioid pain medication is “virtually its only product,” but that isn’t quite right; Dun & Bradstreet puts the sales of its Avrio Health subsidiary at about $200 million a year, enough to buy a truckload of Elizabeth Kennedy evening gowns and truckloads of curated wines. Avrio’s big products are Senokot, Colace, and Peri-Colace—all laxatives—Betadine antiseptics, and magnesium supplements, presumably a by-product of its laxative business. That’s an all-American portfolio: hillbilly heroin and laxatives, Betadine for life’s little scrapes, and dietary supplements, the communion wafer in the Reformed American Church of Self-Improvement.

 

The Purdue story is familiar enough by this point, an easily digested (hold the Senokot!) morality tale with corporate villains in black hats. That Quinones and much of the rest of the media, and the country, have accepted this simplistic tale more or less at face value is a very good example of why it is that we 21st-century Americans, owners of vast wealth and controllers of immense power, cannot grapple in a direct way with common, longstanding social problems.

 

It is not as though this is our first go-round with a national episode of socially destructive substance abuse. The Temperance League of yore didn’t just spring up out of atavistic Puritan disgust—widespread public drunkenness and private alcoholism were major social issues in the 19th century, and not only for old-stock Protestants worried about drunken Indians and Irishmen. The commercial press at the time was full of advertisements offering miracle cures for the scourge of dipsomania, including such famous and now forgotten products as the “Double Chloride of Gold Cure for Drunkenness.”

 

And this is hardly our first trouble with heroin, opiates, or opioids. In the late 19th century, Bayer’s heroically named compound—Heroin—was offered as a treatment for morphine addiction, among other ills. Businesses have always found a way to profit from human misery, compulsion, and decadence, and, in that sense, Purdue is not so different from Anheuser-Busch InBev, Yum! Brands, or Pornhub. The Sacklers, comical and obscene as they are, are very much like the ugly rich who came before them and the ugly rich who will, we may predict with metaphysical certitude, come after them.

 

Quinones, whose 2015 book Dreamland proved to be key in alerting American elites to the opioid crisis, here demonstrates an unfortunate determination to force the complex facts of social life into a simplistic morality tale. In his rendering, addiction is something that simply happens to unhappy people.

 

Opioids may rob them of their health, their families, and even of their lives, but it is shallow moralists such as Quinones who would rob them of their humanity by recasting them as amoebae swept along by market forces without any sort of meaningful moral autonomy or personal agency. And it is, of course, precisely this abandonment—or rejection—of personal agency that is most characteristic of the personality of the modern American drug addict. Opioids are, in this telling, simply a storm that rolls into town to rain misery on those who do not have the resources to get in out of the weather. But the workaday publicists down in the marketing department do not, in fact, have the godlike powers ascribed to them by our voguish anti-capitalists. Purdue wanted to sell more pain pills and was willing to put considerable resources into pushing those out the door; Barnes & Noble would like to sell a lot more books than it does, but all the marketing money in the world is not going to get Americans to buy a book of poetry written by someone not named Dr. Seuss.

 

Religious writers and preachers often run into trouble with metaphor and analogy. Because God is so mysterious and so entirely alien to the human experience, religious writers often end up leaning very heavily on metaphor. An example is the metaphor of the judge for the demanding moral aspect of God, which Christian writers in particular often internalize so thoroughly that they reduce the Almighty to something like a literal judge in a court of law. Journalists writing about complex social problems often fall victim to the same tendency, taking the metaphorical “wiring” and “rewiring” of the human brain as literal, even though the similarity of the human brain to a computer or another electronic device is only superficial and analogical. Quinones has learned a little about the neurobiology of addiction, and he writes about the brain as though it were a literal mechanical apparatus, with parts that are “shut down” by drugs. He personalizes neurotransmitters and hormones: “Dopamine tells us” this, while “serotonin says” that. This is a way of transferring the agency away from human beings to neurobiological processes. But human beings are not mechanisms, and even the most powerful social force in modern American life—by which I mean moral cowardice—is not sufficient to make them so.

 

Quinones’s need to make everything about everything else leads him down some silly roads, i.e., his occasional clumsy forays into presenting capitalism and addiction as aspects of each other:

 

Drugs … shut down the prefrontal cortex.… An addicted brain is one where a raging primitive reward system has silenced the prefrontal cortex’s wise counsel. The reward system, unbalancing the natural competition among brain chemicals, gains a monopoly on the brain.

 

You can see the train wreck approaching, and then it arrives: “Adam Smith, in describing capitalism in The Wealth of Nations, called monopoly a ‘derangement’ and ‘hurtful to the society in which it takes place.’ That sounds to me like what’s going on in the addicted brain.” Normal stupidity cannot account for those sentences. That kind of nonsense requires a carefully cultivated mind.

 

I do not need reporting about opioid addiction to be a morality story that fits in with my own moral assumptions—in fact, I do not need it to be a morality story at all. I think of the placid Buddhists contemplating the end of the human species—and, hence, the end of human suffering—in Michel Houellebecq’s The Elementary Particles: “The Enlightened One, if he had meditated on it, would not necessarily have rejected a technical solution.” Mitigating destructive behavior, including the abuse of opioids and opiates, is likely to prove as much a technical (meaning medical) question as a moral one, in the long term.

 

What I do need is for the story not to be a morality tale with a cowboys-and-Indians level of moral sophistication that obscures the facts of the case. The Least of Us is an assault on intelligence in places, but mostly it is a missed opportunity—because there is much that is of interest in it. What happens to sugar-addicted rats when you give them a drug used to treat heroin overdoses? That very interesting scenario comes up in the book, but Quinones is too much of a dabbler—a neuroscientific dabbler, a moral dabbler, and a tourist—to make the most of it.

Saturday, January 8, 2022

The 1619 False-History Project

By Wilfred Reilly

Thursday, January 06, 2022

 

Imagine a Native American history curriculum that focused entirely on four massacres of Natives by whites — beginning with the first encounter between Spanish conquistadores and the Inca emperor Atahualpa and culminating with Wounded Knee — and never touched on American Indian life before 1491, the many Native military victories, or the roughly 5.2 million Natives alive in the U.S. today. Would anyone see this as truly representative, or useful to students of any race, or worth teaching in the schools?

 

The 1619 Project, from the New York Times, must face the same questions. The project focuses on casting the era of historical slavery as an alternative founding for the United States, with its authors arguing that slavery was responsible for nearly everything that “truly made America exceptional.” Slavery, they write, was the primary reason for the Revolu­tionary War and was responsible for much or most of early American wealth, building “vast fortunes for white people North and South” and making “New York City the financial capital of the world.” Multiple 1619 essays, by Nikole Hannah-Jones and others, attribute to historical slavery and racism everything from the competitive capitalism of the U.S. to contemporary patterns of traffic. Slavery, in this narrative, is both the American original sin and the source of all our baraka — everything that makes this a unique and desirable country.

 

Honorable, non-racist centrists and conservatives face a serious question as we confront this material. How would a nuanced but thorough telling of American history, one that did not seek to minimize slavery, differ from 1619’s? Aren’t these journalists and radical academics — progressive friends often ask, in something approaching anguish — just telling hard truths? The short answer is a clear no.

 

The 1619 essays almost universally ignore or minimize four critical pieces of context that any unbiased school curriculum would include. These are the truly global prevalence of slavery and similar barbaric practices until quite recently; the detrimental economic impact of the Peculiar Institution on the South and on the American national economy; the nuanced but deeply patriotic perspectives on the United States expressed by the black and white leaders of the victorious anti-slavery movement that existed alongside slavery; and the reality that much of American history in fact had nothing to do with this particular issue. Not teaching about slavery or Jim Crow segregation in schools would be a deeply immoral act of omission, but it is almost equally bizarre to define these decades-past regional sins as the main through-line of American history.

 

Each of these themes merits more discussion. The first is the simplest to lay out: Bluntly, while often treated as some kind of unique American foundational curse, chattel slavery — and such similar abuses as the brutal mistreatment of battle captives — was almost universal on earth until the past few centuries, as Dan McLaughlin explains in detail elsewhere in this issue. The practice was commonplace across ancient societies, including Greece and Rome, with Aristotle defending “natural slavery,” and social scientists describing it as the step of human development after people had stopped simply killing and eating their defeated foes.

 

Slavery was also well known in the allegedly Edenic New World. The anthropologist Marvin Harris has argued that the Aztecs waged war to acquire captives not merely as laborers or sacrifice victims but as food, since their diet lacked protein otherwise: Aztec slaves were seen as “marching meat.” Even nations that did not officially have slaves, such as Russia and some other Orthodox Christian states, often squeaked around the designation by calling oppressed peons who could not freely leave their land something less harsh, such as “chattel serfs.” In Russia’s case, they were not freed until 1861.

 

The global slave trade was in large part ended by the modern West. The United States banned any importation of slaves in 1808, and the British Empire passed laws restricting the Arab slave trade that same year. It is no exaggeration to say that, from that date forward, the navies of the United Kingdom and America were the primary force on earth working to check the slave trade. In this, they were largely successful — meaning that the unique contribution of English-speaking Westerners to the worldwide slave economy was the near elimination of the trade.

 

It is also simply not true that slavery made the United States rich. Slavery made many slave masters rich indeed, and some of them invested their brutally gotten gains in American business and industry. One such profiteer, quite arguably, funded Yale University. But the real question for any quantitative social scientist must be: Did slavery — feudal peon agriculture centered on brutalized captive workers — generate more capital than any alternative use of the same area of land and the same number of workers? Here, the answer (again) is a clear-cut no.

 

The slaveholding South was, frankly, a backwater. As I noted in my Quillette article “Sorry, New York Times, but America Began in 1776,” the region contained more than 25 percent of America’s free population but only about 10 percent of the nation’s capital. Versus the South, the North had ten times as many trained factory workers and five times as many factories. Writers such as the historian Marc Schulman have pointed out that something like 90 percent of the skilled tradesmen in the U.S. were based in the North prior to 1861. And even analyses like these tend to ignore the horrific costs to the United States of the Civil War — which killed 360,000 Union boys in blue (one for every ten slaves freed) and 258,000 Confederates, as well as putting the country billions of dollars into debt for the first time.

 

Perhaps the negative reality of what slavery actually was explains why so many Americans fought so damned hard to end it. Another point often minimized by “woke,” “critical” narratives of American history and race relations is that an integrated movement opposed to racism has existed in the United States almost since the Founding. And this movement has generally won our major battles against bigotry — in 1865, in 1954 (Brown v. Board of Education), in 1964 (the Civil Rights Act), and, for good or ill, in 1967 (affirmative action).

 

As early as the 1790s, following a letter- and petition-writing campaign by black New England veterans of the Revolutionary War, ten states and territories that already contained well over half the population of the new nation — Maine, New Hampshire, Vermont, Massachusetts, Rhode Island, Connecticut, New York, Pennsylvania, Indiana (territory), and the Northwest Territory — had banned slavery and were free land. As noted above, any importation of slaves into any of the U.S. states was banned by law in 1808. And, although viciously opposed, the abolitionist movement continued until the Civil War, which the good guys won. When Union soldiers marched south to free their countrymen, they did so, no matter how complex the motivations of some of them, singing the famous words of the “Battle Hymn of the Republic”: “As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free.”

 

Many early leaders of the American abolitionist and anti-racist movement were black men and women, and they did not hate the country. Frederick Douglass, of course, once famously asked, “What, to the slave, is the Fourth of July?” But in the same speech, the great man referred to the core ideas of the Declaration of Independence as “saving principles,” called the Founding Fathers “brave men,” and contrasted their “solid manhood” with what he saw as his own more decadent era.

 

While noting that “the point from which I am compelled to view” the fathers of the republic “is not, certainly, the most favorable,” Douglass also said, “It does not often happen to a nation to raise, at one time, such a number of truly great men.” Such quotations abound, and it is always refreshing to contrast the nuanced but real patriotism of such black leaders as Douglass, Booker T. Washington, and Martin Luther King Jr. — or Robert Woodson and Thomas Sowell today — with the trendy pablum spewed out by the current academic Marxists. The New York Times’ first draft of the 1619 Project, notably, apparently did not mention Douglass at all.

 

The project’s rhetoric also lacks the veracity of Douglass’s. Objectively speaking, the most bizarre and nonempirical of the four “context needed” problems I identified with the 1619 Project is the argument that everything “exceptional” — unique and positive — about the United States emerged out of pre-1865 slavery. While writing this piece, I repeated that claim in passing to a scholarly friend of mine, and she said, “Like . . . modern East Asian immigration? I mean, that’s totally nuts.”

 

She’s right. Black folks contributed massively to the United States, but many of the great triumphs of American history — the full sweep of the NASA missions, the development of the post–World War II California economy, Chinese and Irish migration, the mass production of automobiles — had very little to do with historical black slavery. Bluntly stated, this fact illustrates an important point: In recent years, the focus of discourse on the race and gender obsessions of the academic Left has threatened to overshadow the rest of American history. Almost certainly, far more high-school students could identify Malcolm X than Martin Van Buren or the Wright Brothers.

 

That’s bad. It is doubtful that an eyes-open minority immigrant to the United States of 2021 would see contemporary, or even historical, racial conflict as one of the five or ten most notable things about the country — compared with democracy, or hyper-robust capitalism, or diversity itself, or the constant flickering of cellphone cameras and social-media posts, or, for that matter, the weather — unless he had been very specifically taught to do so. And we who already live here would be foolish to see racial conflict as the defining characteristic of our country, although a surprising and increasing number of Amer­icans seem obsessively interested in seeing exactly that.

 

Let’s see something else: the truth. The 1619 Project makes claims about slavery that are sweeping, interesting, and sometimes accurate. But in taking the singular focus that it does, the project minimizes the global universality of slavery, its negative economic impact, the reaction of contemporaneous black leaders to it and to the country overall, and the far larger sweep of all the rest of American history. Parents and others opposed to 1619 aren’t “scared” and don’t want a warts-free telling of American history. But they don’t want an ideologically driven, all-warts narrative either. They want honest history, warts and all, and we should accommodate them.

Free Speech, America-Style

By Kevin D. Williamson

Tuesday, January 04, 2022

 

It is not the case that Canada, Western Europe, and Australia are authoritarian hellholes where illiberal rulers trample mercilessly upon the civil rights of their hapless subjects. But it is the case that American-style free-speech protections, as enshrined in the First Amendment, do not exist in these places. And that matters. It matters in those countries, and it matters in the United States, where the legal protection of free speech faces the threat of being suffocated by social pressure on both private and public actors to suppress speech that is deemed — almost always opportunistically and vindictively — dangerous.

 

It is likely that, as a matter of global consensus, one set of rules is going to prevail: the American model or the European model — or, rather than “European,” the model that more closely resembles the narrower practices in most of the liberal democracies outside the United States.

 

Consider the case of Australia, where courts have ruled that there is no personal right to free speech, in spite of the country’s notional protections for freedom of political communication. In one important case, a worker in the national government’s immigration agency was fired for criticizing the agency’s performance in the matter of offshore immigration-detention facilities. She used a pseudonym, did not advertise her connection to the agency, made the posts on her own time from a personal device, etc. There was no real employment issue — she was simply fired for saying what she thinks, in private life. In another high-profile case, a high-court judge described free-speech rights as “still not yet settled law.” No doubt the judge is correct — but such rights should be settled law. These are fundamental things.

 

Australia’s laws are much more like those that apply in Europe than they are like our own. Australian law varies by jurisdiction, but there are sanctions on so-called hate speech (and other kinds of speech) everywhere in the country, and, in some instances, those penalties are criminal rather than merely civil. As we have seen in both the English-speaking countries and in Europe, what counts as hate speech is easily expanded, meaning that the real scope of free speech is easily narrowed. In Germany, Christian pastors have been arrested for preaching against homosexuality. The same is true in Sweden. And England. And in the United States, too — even constitutional protection will not avail against committed institutional opposition.

 

Of course, there is always some pretext, some argument that free speech does not apply in this case because the speakers are not really speaking but inciting, creating some kind of real and present danger. There may be some merit to some of those arguments in some circumstances, but they are quickly and easily perverted. For example, the fact that trans people have a relatively high rate of suicide has been (cynically and opportunistically) taken to mean that criticism of trans-related political stances and ideologies are literal violence against trans people, who, being traumatized by political disagreement, presumably will jump off the nearest bridge. That isn’t much of an exaggeration.

 

The countries that have the most compelling argument for exceptions to free political speech are, for obvious reasons, German-speaking. In Austria, for example, the law allows for imprisoning people — for years — for the crime of selling certain books. (You can guess which ones.) Germany, guided by the doctrine of streitbare Demokratie — “militant democracy,” the notion that liberal democracies must sometimes act in illiberal and antidemocratic ways to defend the fundamental elements of liberalism and democracy — gives the state the power to prohibit not only books and films but also to ban political parties that are deemed hostile to the German constitutional order. To American ears, this sounds shocking — or, it once did: Increasingly, Americans, especially younger Americans, sympathize with such limitations on freedom of speech and freedom of political action.

 

Given the current character of American political life, what should interest us more than how they handle nationalist literature in Vienna is the question of how they use Covid-era anti-disinformation laws in Ankara — and how the Turkish government does it under Recep Tayyip Erdoğan is pretty much how you would expect: Critics of the government’s response to the epidemic were rounded up on charges of sowing panic and spreading disinformation, for the crime of suggesting “that officials had taken insufficient measures,” as Reuters put it. In December, Erdoğan announced that social media had “turned into one of the main sources of threats to today’s democracy” and that his government would pursue measures to criminalize “misinformation.” The first bit of information to respond to there is pretending that the biggest threat to democracy in Turkey is someone other than Recep Tayyip Erdoğan. But that is not how this will go.

 

The coronavirus epidemic has provided cover for authoritarian regimes around the world looking to crack down on dissidents. As Foreign Policy reported, by April of 2020 at least 17 people had been arrested on “fake news” charge in Cambodia; Thailand labeled most criticism of the regime’s coronavirus program as “misinformation” and arrested critics; the predictably thuggish regimes of Egypt, Russia, Hungary, Iran, the Philippines, Honduras, and Azerbaijan behaved exactly as expected, while the governments of Singapore and South Africa both reverted to their illiberal instincts.

 

Do not think, for a second, that it couldn’t happen here. These same illiberal instincts are ascendant in the United States, as well. But, for the moment, they are constrained by the Bill of Rights. And that is to be celebrated and cherished. But protecting American rights in American law is not enough. Law can put the brakes on the worst impulse in the culture, but culture always wins.

 

And there is more than American culture and American law in play here.

 

As I have argued for some time, Americans should keep an eye on speech regulations abroad, because these are likely to provide the model for the de facto regulation of free speech in the United States by social-media platforms. In much the same way that California’s more stringent statewide environmental rules end up becoming in effect a national standard for many industries, it is likely the case that relatively illiberal European speech rules will become the consensus global standard absent some real leadership on that issue from the United States — which is nowhere to be seen. The reason for this is not mainly political or ideological but managerial: Mark Zuckerberg, among others, has forthrightly called for a “more standardized approach” to regulation. Market incumbents always prefer standardization. Regulatory compliance is a cost center, not a profit center, and it is much less expensive and less cumbrous to comply with a single body of regulation than with hundreds or thousands of them.

 

I am a believer in a rules-based international order and understand that such systems require consensus and compromise. But in the matter of free speech, we should expend at least some effort to ensure that the rules that emerge are rules that reflect American values, which are, in this case at least, the ones that most deserve to prevail. There is much to admire about governance in Germany or New Zealand, but their milk-and-water approach to free speech is not one of them.

The Placeholder President

By Matthew Continetti

Saturday, January 08, 2022

 

The most impassioned speech of Joe Biden’s presidency was about events that took place before it began. I’m talking about the president’s remarks on the first anniversary of the January 6, 2021, riot at the Capitol. The energy, force, and direction of Biden’s delivery have been missing from practically every address he’s made since his inauguration. The Biden who spoke from Statuary Hall on Thursday was not his usual self — listless, reactive, defensive, and confused. This Biden was angry and purposeful and on the attack.

 

True, it was a partisan speech. How could it not have been? The driving force behind the events of January 6 was a Republican president who remains the most important figure in his party. Many Republicans will accuse Biden of divisiveness. They will say he ignored the faults of his own side. Well, sorry, but what did you expect? Biden was lively and pointed because public opinion is with him. A majority says the 2020 election was legitimate. A plurality blames Trump for the mob assault on the Capitol. Fifty-nine percent of adults don’t want Trump to run for president in 2024. When Trump is the issue, Biden wins.

 

And Biden’s troubles start. Trump for now is the least of his worries. Trump is on the sidelines. He’s out of office. He’s banned from social media. He doesn’t figure in the everyday lives of most Americans. He won’t be on the ballot this November. A White House midterm strategy based on portraying GOP candidates as Q-Anon shamans ready to storm the Capitol won’t work. The hundreds of state and local campaigns will be too diverse. The candidates will be too distinct. And public anger over the economy, the pandemic, the schools, the border, and the cities will matter most of all.

 

Biden’s January 6 speech was a reminder that he’s a placeholder president. He’s in office because independent voters in the suburbs rejected Donald Trump’s personality and Donald Trump’s response to the coronavirus. No one expected — or wanted — Biden to be a world-historical statesman. Biden himself said he’s a “transitional” figure with a singular goal: Keep Trump away from the White House. He accomplished that task, which is why he began his presidency with healthy approval ratings. The electorate didn’t sour on him until he took on additional employment: live-action role-playing FDR and LBJ, dismantling immigration protocols on the southern border, deferring to public-health experts and regulatory bodies, and midwifing the Taliban reconquest of Afghanistan. Now Biden is at 43-percent approval in the FiveThirtyEight average of polls.

 

Biden’s dilemma is that “I’m not Trump” is a winning message only when Trump is on the ballot, holds office, or is tied to a major event such as January 6. The message doesn’t work on the other 364 days of the year. If Biden had grasped why he became president, he would have pursued a modest agenda directed at the independents who elected him. He would have sounded and acted more like Governor Jared Polis than like Senator Elizabeth Warren. Instead, Biden has catered to the Left at the expense of the center. He’s at odds with the median voter as he fails to control the coronavirus, inflation, the border, and events overseas. His domestic agenda is stalled. And the Democratic congressional majority is at risk.

 

But not all is lost. A GOP Congress in 2023 may provide Biden with a rationale to shake up his staff, work with Senator Mitch McConnell, and distinguish himself from the cultural Left. And the 2024 cycle may not be as good for Republicans as the 2022 cycle is shaping up to be. The last two Democratic presidents won reelection during periods of divided government. The mix of issues may be different. And Biden will be able to play his “I’m not Trump” card if the former president enters the presidential race and wins the GOP nomination.

 

Listening to Biden speak Thursday, I kept thinking of his recent interview with David Muir of ABC News. When asked if he’ll run for reelection, Biden gave the only answer possible: Yes. But he added an escape hatch when he said that his health would be the deciding factor. Then Muir asked Biden if Trump’s decision would shape his 2024 calculus. And the president became animated. He sounded as engaged as he was on January 6. “You’re trying to tempt me now,” he said. “Sure. Why would I not run against Donald Trump for the nominee? That’ll increase the prospect of running.”

 

Biden has seen the Democratic bench. He works with Vice President Kamala Harris. He understands that despite everything, he remains the Democrats’ best chance of preventing a second Trump term. Joe Biden is an unpopular, unloved, and ineffective president. But he’s beaten Donald Trump once and isn’t wrong to think he might do it again. He won’t transform America. He might keep his job for a while longer if voters don’t like their options. That’s what a placeholder does.

Ted Cruz Debases Himself for the Base

By Charles C. W. Cooke

Friday, January 07, 2022

 

What an extraordinary disappointment Ted Cruz is. On paper, the man should be a star. He’s intellectually gifted, he has a remarkable memory, and, on the vast majority of public-policy questions, his political instincts are sound. But he’s a coward, and, at this level, cowardice represents an intractable flaw.

 

Worse, Cruz is transparent in his cowardice. One must assume that Cruz believes himself to be a practitioner of political chess, and yet he seems oddly unaware of his tendency to prefigure each and every move through a loudspeaker. On Wednesday, as part of a mawkish paean to the Capitol Police, Cruz described the events of January 6, 2021, as “a despicable act of terrorism.” A day later, he went on Tucker Carlson’s show to explain sorrowfully that “the way I phrased things yesterday was sloppy, and it was, frankly, dumb.” What had changed in the interim? Nothing had. This wasn’t Ted Cruz carefully debating the meaning and suitability of words and making a handful of concessions in the process; this was Ted Cruz noticing that his previous position had made him unpopular with his base and finding another one on the fly. Its accuracy notwithstanding, there was nothing “sloppy” about Cruz’s use of the word “terrorism.” Indeed, he had used that word in both official statements and interviews on a number of occasions before this week, including on January 7, 2021, on January 8, 2021 (twice), on January 25, 2021, and in May 2021. The difference this time was that someone with a big platform attacked him for it, and, coward that he is, he couldn’t take the heat.

 

As a tactician, Cruz is as subtle as an air raid. Back in June 2015, he said, “When it comes to Donald Trump, I like Donald Trump. I think he’s terrific. I think he’s brash. I think he speaks the truth.” In May 2016, he said that Trump was “a pathological liar” and “a narcissist at a level I don’t think this country’s ever seen” who “doesn’t know the difference between truth and lies.” Cruz did not arrive gradually at this second asseveration via a process of constant revision, speaking up only when not doing so had become unbearable; rather, he decided overnight that it made political sense to shift gears, and then did just that. Announcing the alteration, he told his audience that he was “going to do something I haven’t done for the entire campaign, for those of you all who’ve traveled with me, all across the country: I’m going to tell you what I really think of Donald Trump.” In other words: Before today, I was lying. Now, I’m not. Trust me!

 

Queen Victoria often complained of William Gladstone that “he speaks to Me as if I was a public meeting.” Ted Cruz suffers from a similar problem. He has no personality outside of elective politics; he finds it hard to read a room or adjust to new circumstances; and he seems genuinely to believe that his audience is incapable of noticing his machinations, even as he telegraphs them for all the world to see. There is a great deal of “How do you do, fellow kids?” about Cruz. Groveling before Tucker Carlson, he said that he’d misspoken. But there was not a single person in America — including Carlson, who laughed derisively — who believed him. Given his objectives, Cruz would have been better off had he simply said, “Look, Tucker, I still want to be president, and your taking shots at me is hurting me, so tell me what I need to say to make you stop, I’ll agree to say it, and then we can all move on.”

 

That, at least, would have been honest.