In response to my cri de coeur, Paul asks a complex and interesting question, which I
shall try to address. Here is what he
has to say:
"On several occasions you've mentioned that
long work has led you to conclude that there is no neutral pou sto from which,
by rational deliberation alone, we can decide the appropriate principles of
distributive justice on which to base a social order. As a consequence, you
maintain that the most fundamental decision each of us makes in life is our
choice of comrades. My own theory of justice is a not very coherent kitchen
table blend of Rawls, Lomasky and some luck egalitarianism. As I approach
retirement I sometimes think that I should spend some time sharpening it up but
suspect that my untutored efforts would not leave me with any great
satisfaction. I'm interested in your reflections on choice of comrades. Can
this sort of choice be usefully placed on a spectrum which might have a
Kierkegaardian choice on one end and a Benthamite calculus on the other - or
does that sort of characterization of the choice miss something important? Do
you think that ultimately incomplete or unsatisfying theories of justice are
important guides to or constraints on the choice?"
Each of us is born into an historical, social,
economic, and cultural moment that shapes who we are and how we experience the
world long before we are old enough to reflect on such things thoughtfully. As Erik Erikson writes, in a passage I am
fond of quoting, "An individual life is the accidental coincidence of but
one life cycle with but one segment of history." [Childhood
and Society.] Had I been an eleventh
century Frankish serf or a first century B. C. Roman senator or a Mayan priest
or a Mongol horseman, or indeed a nineteenth century British MP, not only would
my beliefs be quite different, so even would be the psychodynamic organization
of my personality.
But though I am aware of the extent to which I am embedded
in my "one life cycle," I am also aware that I have choices that will
shape my moral and political commitments.
I can choose to identify with the interests of my social and economic
class, which in my case is the White educated upper middle class of late
twentieth and early twenty-first century America, or I can choose to make common
cause with working class American men and women of many races. Since the interests of these two groups of
people are in important ways opposed, this choice of comrades, as I have called
it, has implications for my politics.
There are times when the choices I have made place me in
stark and immediate confrontation with those who have made different choices,
as when I sat down in front of Memorial Hall in Cambridge, Mass. in an
anti-apartheid demonstration and blocked some of my classmates from attending a
fund-raising dinner during Harvard's 350th anniversary celebrations, or when I
stood with students and faculty on the campus of the University of the
Witwatersrand in Johannesburg confronting police who had come to the campus to
disperse us.
I do not experience the choices I have made as guided by, or
indeed even inspired by, philosophical texts I have read. I experience these as choices of people with
whom I make common cause, not as choices of doctrines with which I have some sympathy. If I were to ask what has influenced my
decision to be, as we say, a man of the left , I would be more likely to cite
the inspiration of my grandfather, Barnet Wolff, who devoted his life to the
Socialist Party of New York City, and [in a negative way] the example of his
son, my father, who fell away from the socialism of his youth to become a loyal
supporter of the Democratic Party of FDR.
As I have written, when I finally conceded defeat in my long
effort to find in the philosophy of Immanuel Kant a persuasive argument for the
universal validity of a fundamental moral principle on which to ground my
actions, I experienced that failure as a liberation. Odd as it may seem, I felt free to choose my
comrades, to take sides, and to act, confident that although there could be
many arguments calling into question the particular ways in which I implemented
my commitments, there could be no argument demonstrating that I had chosen the
wrong side. That choice was a life
choice, a decision as to whom I chose to be.
Kant, Kierkegaard, Bentham, Kant, even Marx could not in effect make
that choice for me.
As I look back on a long life, now eighty-two years in the
unfolding, I am conscious of many, many ways in which I have fallen short, but I
have no doubts at all about the choice of comrades I made early in my
life. There shall be no chapter by me in
an updated edition of The God That Failed.
3 comments:
Is closing one's comrades a matter of choosing a class of people, e.g., the members of the working class, or particular people, e.g., Jane who happens to be working class? Part of the appeal of what you say comes from the image that one gets of Bob meeting Jane and forming a sympathetic bond with her first and then secondarily with the particular politics of her situation, but then it sometimes seems more abstract in that it is a matter of forming solidarity with a class whose members may be more or less peripheral to your day to day life. Can you give an example of this has worked in the concrete?
Arggg...autos Pell sucks....
I appreciate your response. Thanks!
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