Some of you, no doubt, are familiar with the Grey Panthers,
a group formed in 1970 to combat forced retirement which has gone on to bring
progressive senior citizens together in support of a wide range of domestic and
foreign policy issues. Last Monday,
after I returned home from delivering my first Marx lecture, Susie and I went
to a meeting of the Carolina Meadows Democratic Club. Carolina Meadows has 600 residents in
Independent Living and roughly 150 in Assisted Living. The CM Democratic Club claims 423 members
[before Susie and I joined], and assuming not every Democrat here has taken the
trouble to join, we Democrats would seem to be 2/3 or more of the CM residents.
The meeting very definitely had a Grey Panther feel. There was a sea of grey hair, and plenty of
canes, walkers, and hearing aids. Thanks
to some very imaginative gerrymandering, Carolina Meadows lies in Mark Walker’s
bright red Congressional District, so there is not much hope, even in a wave
year, of unseating him. That leaves
state house and senate seats and other local contests, which I shall do my best
to assist. But this is only February, so
it will be a while before my agita
can be translated into useful political action. Meanwhile, I am left to stew and fret and
anguish about the daily assaults on the elements of democratic political
institutions. Which brings me to my mean
spiritedness.
I have hated the powerful, reactionary men and women who
dominate our politics all of my adult life.
My contempt for them is a settled component of my personality, as
familiar and unalterable as my facial tics.
I do not give either of them much thought because I have lived with them
for more than seventy years. But I have
developed a new, and therefore especially vivid, detestation for the young
princelings and princesses of the Trump entourage. The jeunesses dorées, as they were called in the ancien régime, of Trump world:
Ivanka Trump, Donald Jr., Jared Kushner – and Hope Hicks. Privileged, smug, greedy, self-satisfied,
ignorant, malevolent, possessed of a boundless and utterly unwarranted
self-assurance, they preen and parade before us. It would gravely underestimate their
self-delusion to say of them that they had been born on third base and thought
they had hit triples.
Donald Jr. and Jared are already in Bob Mueller’s
crosshairs, and now Hope Hicks is about to have her turn. It warms my heart [this is the mean-spirited
part] to think that she may find herself indicted for conspiracy or lying to an
FBI agent or Grand Jury or even, deo
volente, for participation in a money-laundering scheme. I desperately want them all to be brought low, for the smugness to be wiped from their faces, to see a hunted look in those lifeless
eyes. I would confess to schadenfreude if I felt the slightest schaden about my freude.
It is cold outside, even here in North Carolina. The prospect of their downfall enables me to
sleep at night.
8 comments:
A favorite word of mine, lodged there by The Magnificent Ambersons, is "comeuppance".
These are people who cannot feel good about themselves unless they have taken advantage of others--to put it mildly. It's not the least bit mean spirited to wish for their comeuppance.
The only one of them whom I've ever listened to is Ivanka and I wouldn't call her "malevolent". She's too blind to be called "malevolent". She overflows with "good intentions" and she seems completely unaware that others may see her as "having been born on third base while believing that she hit a triple".
The others may be malevolent, but in general, people like them tend to be very very blind. They have developed incredible defense mechanisms which do not allow them to see how much damage their family (and their subclass) do. I say "subclass" because some rich people, for example, George Soros, make an effort to compensate the damage done by good works and seem much more aware of what's going in the world.
Donald J. Trump is openly malevolent, on the other hand.
Funny. I can never find myself being able to muster much of an emotional l response to the T***p spawn, including Hope whatsherface. They seem irrelevant and insubstantial to me, like when T***p finally implodes they’ll just shrivel up and blow away.
My ire is stirred much more by the likes of Paul Ryan, who’s a sickening embodiment of the Ayn Rand libertarian frat-boy mafioso ethos. (Recall his hot-mic comment about the GOP caucus being a “family” — it explains a lot of what’s going on, I think.) At least Jervanka et al could never pretend to be anything except the pampered children of privilege, whereas Ryan tries to portray himself as having lifted himself up from working-class roots when really he comes from a wealthy and well-connected family — and, of course, his path through life was greased by Social Security survivor benefits. Barf!
Ed Barreras,
I agree with you. The most sickening people I've run into online are Ayn Rand libertarians (probably also frat boys). I'm against the death penalty, but maybe we could send them to the gulag.
Maybe they've studied their Hobbes! " The love of riches is greater than wisdom...For it is not as the Stoics say, that he who is wise is rich; but rather, it must be said that he who is rich is wise" (De Homine, XI, 8).
I know some good people who pledged fraternities. I was drawing on an ugly cultural stereotype — which it seems to me isn’t without basis in fact, and which Paul Ryan fits to a tee — but still, I apologize.
Ed Barreras,
As far as I can see, you didn't insult all frat boys (nor did I), but only frat boys who are Ayn Rand libertarians.
Half of the point of committing oneself to a political stance is being able to insult your
political adversaries with a good conscience.
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