Just because it's worth remarking on how deeply perverse it is for Glenn Beck to want to "reclaim the civil rights movement" because "we were the people that did it in the first place," here's Beck's take on civil rights counterposed with a marginally important figure within the movement, Martin Luther King, Jr:
Beck: "the movement of the 1960s has been perverted and distorted” by people “like the Reverend Al Sharpton telling people that Martin Luther King's dream was really about redistribution of wealth…I don’t remember that. Really?"
King: "…we are dealing with issues that cannot be solved without the nation spending billions of dollars -- and undergoing a radical redistribution of economic power."
Beck: "Who were the civil rights marchers?…They weren't crying for social justice, they were crying out for equal justice.”
King: (in his speech “Social Justice”) “we will be able to go this additional distance and achieve the ideal, the goal of the new age, the age of social justice.”
Beck: "They have infiltrated our churches" and "confused the gospel with government-run programs."
King: "If America does not use her vast resources to end poverty ... she too will go to hell."
As our colleague points out, if you elect a Bob McDonnell to be governor, this is what you get. One good response to Virginia governor Bob McDonnell’s weird slavery-free vision of Confederate history is man-bites-dog apathy; as Ta-Nehisi Coates put it this morning, “This is who they are”:
The GOP is, effectively, the party of willfully unlettered Utopians…That the party of unadulterated quackery also believes that Birth Of A Nation is more true to the Civil War than Battle Cry Of Freedom, is to be expected. Ignorance does not respect boundaries. It is, at times, qualified and those who know more, often struggle to say more. But people who believe that the Census is actually a covert attempt to put Americans in concentration camps, are also likely to believe that slavery was incidental to the Civil War. This is who they are--the proud and ignorant.
Another response is to declare April “West Virginia Appreciation Month” and honor the “patriotism of those nearly three dozen Virginia counties that refused to make war in defense of white supremacy,” as Dave Noon suggests, and I’m all about that. But another is to get our feet dirty in the swamp of weird insanity that is confederate history. So, if you'll indulge me, I'd like to take you back to a particular corner of it that I’ve gotten interested in, white reconstruction as a model for the British Empire.
When nine miners were rescued from the Wangjialing mine in northern China, a couple days ago, it was called a miracle. And when twenty-five miners were killed in an explosion Monday at a Massey Energy coal mine in Raleigh County, W.Va, all sorts of people called it a “tragedy.” It is. But the only miracle is that this stuff doesn't happen more often than it does. And talking about “tragedies” and “miracles” makes it seem like this all comes out of nowhere, as if these people live or die by the grace of God.
It doesn't. We’re still learning what happened on Monday (Ken Ward, a fine WV journalist, blogs at Coal Tattoo and it’s the place to follow the story). It will probably be a while before we learn all the details of how Blankenship and Massey circumvented the laws and regulations protecting their employees in pursuit of profits. But we’ve been here before. We know who Don Blankenship is.[1] We know how Massey operates.
I was originally just looking for confirmation of a quote I had seen attributed to Harry H. Johnston, who I sort of vaguely knew about as one of the "Scramble for Africa" types that linked the Stanley/Livingstone era to the period of actual colonialism. And then I found this; after a banal (by-the-generic-standards-of-the-race-treatise) observation that "the world of the twenty-first century be divided into two camps: a cream-coloured Mediterranean type of white man, and a brown-skinned negroid," Johnston speculates that race won't actually matter any more because we'll all be wearing our robot suits:
"The godlike heads of our descendants may be shaved all over or electrically depilated; and with hair completely out of fashion we may have ceased to care about its colour or its undulations. Eyes may be screened with lenses for the telescopic or microscopic development of sight; body and limbs be so perpetually protected from heat and cold, germs and bruises, by some closely-fitting, antiseptic garment that only the beauty of its shape be visible and nothing of its skin-colour. In 2100 A.D. there may be no physical or mental reason why negroid and Caucasian should not become one flesh."
Glenn Greenwald is a constitutional lawyer by training, so he has a particular view of what the “rule of law” means. That’s fine. On most points, I am in complete agreement with him, especially in recent years where investing the constitution with actual authority puts you at odds with pretty much the entire US state apparatus. But I regard his claim that Citizens United vs. FEC is “good law” with all sorts of reservations. As he puts it:
One of the central lessons of the Bush era should have been that illegal or unconstitutional actions — warrantless eavesdropping, torture, unilateral Presidential programs — can’t be justified because of the allegedly good results they produce (Protecting us from the Terrorists). The “rule of law” means we faithfully apply it in ways that produce outcomes we like and outcomes we don’t like.
In other words, while this decision might have pernicious effects in practice, he gives priority to the decision’s theoretical justification, the fact that it is “good law,” that it follows the constitution’s explicit guidelines. I don’t particularly think that he’s wrong. But I don’t think you can be right on this kind of question, or at least not in the simple way he‘s pretending to be. The “rule of law” is a convenient fairy tale for both simple-minded people and for whip smart lawyers like Greenwald who, for whatever particular reason, find it congenial to act as if they believe there is a clear line dividing legal from illegal or constitutional from unconstitutional. But as Jeffrey Toobin put it during the Sotomayor confirmation hearings (a man who knows a thing or two about Supreme Court history), it is a fiction that “the law” can exist separate from the minds that, in interpreting it, radically re-create and transform it:
Justices have a great deal of discretion—in which cases they take, in the results they reach, in the opinions they write. When it comes to interpreting the Constitution—in deciding, say, whether a university admissions office may consider an applicant’s race—there is, frankly, no such thing as “law.” In such instances, Justices make choices, based largely, though not exclusively, on their political views of the issues involved. In reaching decisions this way, the Justices are not doing anything wrong; there is no other way to interpret the majestic vagueness of the Constitution.
The most famous Rooseveltian phrase (and he was a quotable fellow) is the slogan “Speak softly and carry a big stick.” As Gail Bederman puts it in Manliness and Civilization (in a passage unfortunately not Google books-able), it’s such a cheap shot to note the phallic resonance of that phrase that we almost don’t want to. But we also sort of do: when a manly man like Roosevelt talks about big sticks, he’s talking about big sticks, ya know?
But one of the interesting things about that phrase is that our first record of his using it (and only his first use), in a letter to an ally in the NY state senate, turns out to attribute the phrase to a “west African proverb.” I would love to know where he’s getting it from, how exactly he’s thinking through its West African provenance; hopefully I’ll be able to find out. But that’s the last time he mentions it as having an African origin, as far as I can tell; after that, he calls it an “old adage,” a “homely old proverb” and a “homely proverb.” Given how pervasive (and for Roosevelt, how problematic) is the conventional cliché/stereotype of African masculine, shall we say, endowment, there’s something fascinatingly suggestive in how this ultra-phallic imagery of big sticks begins with an African origin only to swiftly be stripped of it, as it comes to be the official slogan of a great white man president:
As Ralph noted yesterday, I've written an article in the Chronicle of Higher Education about trying to find ways to teach to the experience of seeing UC Berkeley students get treated like criminals by armed and armored riot police for peacefully demonstrating on their own campus. That was, for them and for me, an education in how the UC administration apparently thinks about its authority on its campus, and I hope that some good can come out of a really bad situation.
But it also seems to me like the conversation that's been going on so far about the UC system has been hamstrung by a lot of uninformed assumptions about how the UC administration comes to have the authority it does, and what their relationship is with "Sacramento," the town no one seems to like. One of the common myths about the UC system crisis, in fact, has been that “Sacramento” is the real villain, and that protesting the UC administration is a waste of time. The administration itself likes this one; they like to send us emails urging that the legislature is the actual problem, because they're the ones who have allocated less money to the University system (leaving the administration holding the bag). Instead of occupying the Office of the President of the UC system, therefore, students should really be protesting politicians in Sacramento.
This seems to me to be both wrongheaded and misinformed. The president (and the regents who appoint him) are Sacramento, while the university community itself has not only had very little role in the massive top-down restructuring of the university that got under way in July, but they have been quite actively shut out of it, by the Regents and by President Mark Yudof, who are doing the job Arnold Schwarzenegger appointed them to do. Which is to say, when students from the university protest against the regents and the President, they are protesting Sacramento. The legislature in Sacramento may have created the problem by cutting funding for higher education, but it’s the representatives and appointees of our Sacramento-based governor who have turned the problem into an opportunity to privatize higher education in California.
I found John McWhorter’s jeremiad against African-American Studies unimpressive when I read it, but then I’m sure I’m not his intended audience (What African-American Studies Could Be," Minding the Campus, 30 September, and McWhorter, "What Should African-American Studies Students Learn?" TNR, 1 October).
He asks “What should the mission of a truly modern African-American Studies department be?” and then spends the rest of the piece complaining that all African-American Studies departments do is complain about racism. In his words: “the answer common in such departments is that the principal mission is to teach students about the eternal power of racism past and present…too often the curriculum of African-American Studies departments gives the impression that racism and disadvantage are the most important things to note and study about being black.”
Constructing this straw man of African-American studies allows him to make sure that when he gets around to asking “whether this, for all of its moral urgency in the local sense, qualifies as education under any serious definition,” the answer can hardly be anything but no. Which is why, even though I don’t particularly disagree with his argument that the black conservative tradition is important and should be included and studied rather than dismissed, I’m disgusted by the extent to which he gets to that point by saying preposterous things about what actual African-American studies departments actually do; there is an argument to be made for increased attention to the black conservative tradition, after all, but this kind of intellectual dishonesty is not it.
Not at the white house this evening will be Lucia Whalen, pretty much the only person involved in the Gates imbroglio who didn't over-react, the only person whose actions don't seem to reflect a sense of personal grievance or entitlement, and the person who has been most adversely affected by the fiasco. And while it's not surprising that she wasn't invited to the white house, if only because the narrative of the "beer summit" is one of Obama trying to mediate between the two aggrieved parties, Gates and Crowley, her absence is worth noting. After all, the narrative of the beer summit is of overcoming racial difference through masculine homosociality -- as Mark Katz puts it, "Beer is American shorthand for guy-to-guy commonality" -- and in that sense, her absence is as necessary as any other element in the entire tableau. But the video of her press conference is also sort of devastating; behind all the bombast, posturing, and political games that almost everyone has been playing, there seems to be little or no room in the narrative for a person who simply tried to do the right thing in a difficult situation, with full cognizance and awareness of the difficulties of that situation. No good deed goes unpunished.
The police who arrested Henry Louis Gates the day before yesterday must have been a miracle worker, or at the very least a lay clergyman of some kind. After all, what else are we to make of the moment when a property owner whose house had recently been broken into was himself transformed into the perpetrator? Such things do not merely happen; divinity must have been involved.
Over at Making Sense of Darfur, a SSRC blog edited by Alex De Waal, there's been a vigorous debate over Mahmood Mamdani's newest book, Saviors and Survivors: Darfur, Politics, and the War on Terror. It's worth checking out, especially now that Mamdani has joined the discussion:
Brad DeLong resorts to the apocalypse:
Q: What is the Geithner Plan?
A: The Geithner Plan is a trillion-dollar operation by which the U.S. acts as the world's largest hedge fund investor, committing its money to funds to buy up risky and distressed but probably fundamentally undervalued assets and, as patient capital, holding them either until maturity or until markets recover so that risk discounts are normal and it can sell them off-in either case at an immense profit.
Q: What if markets never recover, the assets are not fundamentally undervalued, and even when held to maturity the government doesn't make back its money?
A: Then we have worse things to worry about than government losses on TARP-program money-for we are then in a world in which the only things that have value are bottled water, sewing needles, and ammunition.
I have very little to say about the nuts and bolts questions at stake here; macro-economic predictions is certainly not my thing. But while he may be completely right or wrong about his measured approval for the Geithner plan, I'm (like several others) fascinated by the rhetoric of the statement, the way an entire area of inquiry gets located off-screen on the assumption that, if it were true, we have much bigger problems that render this one irrelevent. In the TV show House, MD, it isn't uncommon for our polymathic protagonist to instruct his team to assume that a patient's condition is not the result of the most obvious explanation, because if that were the case then the condition would be terminal and nothing could be done anyway. And in the context of that kind of diagnostic triage, it makes a kind of sense: assuming that the patient is suffering from a curable condition will produce the most likely favorable outcome.
(I want to thank Ralph again for inviting me to join Cliopatria. And please pardon the excess verbosity of a first-timer; this post ballooned to a greater length than I meant it to, but it's an example of the kind of project I'm trying to figure out how to do: somewhere between "Africa" and "America" -- as well as between history and literary studies -- but hopefully only a little bit lost at sea).
I think it's safe to assume that the title of Elizabeth Alexander's inaugural poem, "Praise Song for the Day," was meant as some kind of reference to some kind of "African" traditionalism. As the OED defines it, a "praise song" is "n. a laudatory song, a song of praise" and it goes on to note, parenthetically, "spec. in some African traditions." But that "spec." stands for "specifically" in a wonderfully unspecific way; after all, what is specific about "some African traditions"? This Encyclopedia Britannica definition has the same problem: it tells us that a praise song is "one of the most widely used poetic forms in Africa," which strikes me as a little like saying that "the novel" is one of the most widely used prose forms in the West. However true the statement might be, what's most interesting about the form is the irreducible heterogeneity within it which such a definition has, of necessity, to finesse.