From that moment on, I was no longer a liberal, a believer in the self-correcting character of American democracy. I was a radical, believing that something fundamental was wrong in this country — not just the existence of poverty amidst wealth, not just the horrible treatment of black people, but something rotten at the root. The situation required not just a new president or new laws, but an uprooting of the old order, the introduction of a new kind of society — cooperative, peaceful, egalitarian.
There is no flag large enough to cover the shame of killing innocent people for a purpose which is unattainable.
Why should we accept that the “talent” of someone who writes jingles for an advertising agency advertising dog food and gets $100,000 a year is superior to the talent of an auto mechanic who makes $40,000 a year? Who is to say that Bill Gates works harder than the dishwasher in the restaurant he frequents, or that the CEO of a hospital who makes $400,000 a year works harder than the nurse or the orderly in that hospital who makes $30,000 a year? The president of Boston University makes $300,000 a year. Does he work harder than the man who cleans the offices of the university? Talent and hard work are qualitative factors which cannot be measured quantitatively.
If those in charge of our society — politicians, corporate executives, and owners of press and television — can dominate our ideas, they will be secure in their power. They will not need soldiers patrolling the streets. We will control ourselves.
Voting is easy and marginally useful, but it is a poor substitute for democracy, which requires direct action by concerned citizens.
Scholars, who pride themselves on speaking their minds, often engage in a form of self-censorship which is called “realism.” To be “realistic” in dealing with a problem is to work only among the alternatives which the most powerful in society put forth. It is as if we are all confined to a, b, c, or d in the multiple choice test, when we know there is another possible answer. American society, although it has more freedom of expression than most societies in the world, thus sets limits beyond which respectable people are not supposed to think or speak.
To be hopeful in bad times is not just foolishly romantic. It is based on the fact that human history is a history not only of cruelty, but also of compassion, sacrifice, courage, kindness. What we choose to emphasize in this complex history will determine our lives. If we see only the worst, it destroys our capacity to do something. If we remember those times and places—and there are so many—where people have behaved magnificently, this gives us the energy to act, and at least the possibility of sending this spinning top of a world in a different direction. And if we do act, in however small a way, we don’t have to wait for some grand utopian future. The future is an infinite succession of presents, and to live now as we think human beings should live, in defiance of all that is bad around us, is itself a marvelous victory
The existing order is corrupt and ineffective. I’m not talking about the Obama administration or even our relatively conservative first-world social democracy. I mean the whole kit and caboodle. Corporate capitalism, an over-extended and stratified federal government, a bloated welfare state, nannies and storm troopers, and an entrenched oligarchy of CEOs and professional politicians. So what’s left? Anarchism? I’ve read from the quintessential thinkers and a share of anarchist blogs. There’s definitely value to be found there. But even given that I have reservations. Aside from the logistics of it all my main issue is the potential inevitability of the state.
The righteous find their reward in the Elysian Fields, the evil get tortured forever in Tartarus and those who perpetrated no great sins and lived lives of no great moral fortitude find themselves in a place called the Asphodel Meadows. Asphodel is a dull, grey flat expanse extending from horizon to horizon; like Indiana. And like Indiana it is filled with lower middle class white people who have left no evidence of their existence save for their social security number in the tax rolls. This is the place I fear worse than Tartarus.
