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Saturday, January 8, 2022

THANK YOU

Three hours ago, Michael said something about me in the comments section on this blog that touched me very deeply. In a way, it is the loveliest thing anybody has ever said about me and I would like to thank him and – this is, after all, my way – tell once again a story about something that happened to me 35 years ago. Here is what Michael said:

 

“Before I go far off-topic (like others, I have a questionable habit of treating this blog like an all-purpose conversation forum), I should thank Prof. Wolff for what he does. As Charles and Jerry Fresia said in response to the previous entry, Prof. Wolff's honesty and authenticity are refreshing. I'll add that I often get a good feeling watching his YouTube videos in particular; the feeling is that the intellectual and academic showboating that seem typical of philosophical discussion have completely receded from view, and have given way to something more pure, pleasant, intriguing, and even childlike (in the best possible way) - I can't quite pin it down, but it reminds me of the "wonder" of the Ancient Greeks, or, less pretentiously, of very young children learning to explore their minds (or some more grown-up friends enjoying a psychoactive trip of some sort). It's a good thing - one of the best things - and it makes me want to try to share it in some way. Thanks, Prof. Wolff.”

 

In 1986, as my first marriage was ending, I spent time seeing a therapist once a week. It was, God knows, hardly the first time I had seen a therapist! I started when I was 14, struggling with obsessive fears of death, and what with a full-scale Freudian analysis during my seven Columbia years and one thing and another I had spent by that time 15 years in one sort of therapy or another.

 

Now, It may seem odd, but in all that time I had never cried on the analytic couch or in the analytic chair. Tears had never welled up in my eyes as I went on about my troubles, although I am in other contexts, as Jude Law says in that lovely movie The Holiday, something of a weeper. I mean, I tear up at the end of movies and even when I am telling someone else about them. But not once had I wept for a therapist.

 

One day, I somehow got off the topic of my troubles and started talking about my work. I explained to my therapist that all my life I had sought to engage with complex and deep ideas, to tell the story of them in my head until they were so clear to me that I could show them to my readers or my students and allow them to see how lovely and powerful and simple they were.

 

As I said this, unexpectedly and quite unbidden, tears came to my eyes and I began to choke up. 

 

Thank you, Michael.

Friday, January 7, 2022

ONE LAST WORD

I am content to allow my little book to live or die on its own. It was published 52 years ago and for better or worse is now pretty much out of my hands. But before I move on, I would like to say one thing about the relevance of so apparently abstract and theoretical a work to the actual lived experiences of people in America at the time when it was published.

 

Let me remind everyone that back then there was a military draft run by the Selective Service System. By the late 1960s, the United States was deep into the Vietnam War and young men were being drafted to serve there and, like as not, to die there. Hundreds of thousands were drafted and served, many more avoided the draft by getting student deferments, some, like our former president, got phony medical excuses, and a certain number of honorable young men risked going to jail by standing up and refusing to serve on the grounds that they believed the war to be unjust. Their conscientious stand was rejected by many distinguished public figures who argued that because the United States was a democracy whose laws express the will of the people, these young men were morally obligated to serve even in a war to which they were on principle opposed.  It was said that their obligation derived from the fact that the laws commanding them to serve were in effect the expression of their own wills, manifested through the actions of their elected representatives.

 

In 1970, The Bar Association of the City of New York held a celebration to commemorate its Centennial. As part of the celebration they arranged a debate about the question whether young men have a moral obligation to serve in a war to which they are on principle opposed. There was no question that they had a legal obligation; the question was whether the obligation was morally binding as well. Defending the affirmative was Eugene V. Rostow, an extremely distinguished lawyer who had for a time been the Dean of Yale Law School (Rostow, brother of Walt Rostow, was actually named Eugene Victor Debs Rostow - his parents were old Jewish socialists from New York - but this must have made him uncomfortable because he never used the “Debs.”)   Rostow took the straight old social contract line and argued that the law commanding these young men to serve was, indirectly, the expression of their own wills and therefore was morally binding on them.

 

Defending the negative was a young philosopher from Columbia University, newly promoted to the rank of full professor, who would later that year publish a little book with the provocative title In Defense of Anarchism.

 

With America’s wars now being fought by an all-volunteer professional army, the question being debated that day may seem “academic,” but it was not then

Thursday, January 6, 2022

ANARCHISM, SORT OF

An interesting line of comments has cropped up on this blog in the last 24 hours and I thought I would try to respond. The discussion was kicked off by Eric who wrote, in part, “Professor, I came away from reading In Defense of Anarchism rather disappointed. Not being an anarchist myself but open to hearing new ideas, I had gone into it expecting a description of what a thriving society organized under an anarchist ethos might look like, and a plan, or series of suggestions, of how we might transform our current state into such a society. Instead, as I think you acknowledge in one of the prefaces, you ended up writing a negative defense of anarchism, essentially just an attack on hierarchical forms of government and on the assumption that representative democracy is inherently the best and most practical form of government.”

 

Let me begin by apologizing. Eric had every right to suppose that a book with a title like that would contain some sort of description of what an anarchist society would look like and there is not so much as a suggestion of a hint of that in the book, so perhaps I should begin by repeating the story I have told before about how the book came into existence and how it got that title.

 

It all began in the fall of 1963 with an argument with Zbigniew Brzezinski in the Harvard faculty club about nuclear disarmament.  I had been deeply involved in the campaign for nuclear disarmament for several years at that point and had been shouting at the top of my voice about the dangers of nuclear weapons, getting nowhere needless to say. I think I must have snapped during my argument with Brzezinski because I came up for air running as fast as I could up Massachusetts Avenue toward Harvard Square having a full-blown anxiety attack. When I got back to my apartment and had calmed down with the aid of a Valium tablet, I realize I could not go on this way. The fruitless attempt to alert everybody to the dangers of nuclear weapons was getting to me. So I did what any self-respecting philosopher would do – I retreated to the level of theory. 


At some point in that time I wrote an essay titled, as I recall, “The Problem of Democracy,” which I delivered various places including Columbia.  The next fall I started my professorship at Columbia and at the same time went into a full scale Freudian psychoanalysis. Needless to say, I was doing everything I possibly could to make money to pay for the analysis. One of my new colleagues, a young associate professor named Arthur Danto, had contracted with Harper & Row publishers to edit a big volume to be called The Harper Guide to Philosophy, one of a number of Harper guides that would be beautifully bound in leather and sold to be displayed on the shelves of Middle America. The guide was supposed to have 10 lengthy essays, each one on a different subdiscipline of philosophy. Arthur had rounded up really a distinguished crew of people to write the essays but Isaiah Berlin had turned him down for the one on political philosophy so when I showed up in Morningside Heights he asked me whether I would write it. My reply was simple: “How much is the advance?” Arthur said it was $500 which would pay for more than a month of analysis at 1964 rates so I said yes. The essay, which was due at the end of the following summer, was supposed to be a survey of the forefronts of the field but I had not the slightest clue about the forefronts of political philosophy or any of its other fronts so when I sat down to write the essay the next summer I decided simply to write my own political philosophy. I figured nobody would read the book – the editor, Fred Wieck, had told me that Harper & Row was “aiming at the book buying rather than at the book reading public.” So I banged out an 80 page essay and turned it in, thereby avoiding having to cough up the $500, which would have been impossible for me to manage.

 

Alas, the series of Harper Guides never came out and Arthur’s collection languished. As the years passed, Wieck handed it off to Al Prettyman who in turn passed it on to a young man named Hugh Van Dusen who headed up a new division of Harper called Harper Torchbooks.  By 1970 I had gotten tired of referring to the essay as “forthcoming” so I called Hugh and asked them whether it would be all right if I used the material in it in a standalone essay of my own. He was rather embarrassed and said of course I could. Then I had an idea. “What about bringing it out as an independent little book?" I asked. Hugh loved the idea and with some excitement said “Great! I can bring out a series of 10 little books. But Political Philosophy is not a very catchy title. Can you suggest something better?”

 

I had an idea. When I was a boy growing up in a little row house in Kew Gardens Hills in Queens, New York I would rummage about in the unfinished attic to see what was there. One of the things I found was a complete set of the works of Mark Twain which my parents had bought many years earlier. Among the volumes, which I read with the greatest of pleasure, was a volume called Literary Essays. In with such famous essays as “James Fenimore Cooper’s Literary Errors” was an essay Twain had written about the first wife of the famous English poet Shelley. Shelley’s second wife was of course Mary Wollstonecraft, remembered forever as the creator of Frankenstein, but his first wife was a young woman with whom he had a child and whom he then cast off unceremoniously. Shelley, his companion Byron, and the other young poets had nothing but scorn for Harriet, which infuriated Twain so he wrote an essay taking her side in the marriage which he called “In Defense of Harriet Shelley.”

 

When Hugh Van Dusen asked me for a better title for my essay on political philosophy, I thought of Twain and said “How about In Defense of Anarchism?”  “I love it!” Hugh responded, and six months later the little book appeared. When I wrote it in 1965 it probably would have made little or no stir at all but by 1970 America was being torn apart by opposition to the Vietnam War and the book took off like a rocket. In the intervening half-century and more it has sold 200,000 copies in English and has been translated into a dozen languages. If I am remembered for anything after I die it will be for that little book but it was never intended as a discussion of how one might organize a contemporary society without a state and it is not therefore strictly speaking a defense of anarchism.  Rather, it is a philosophical argument that there is not and could not be a de jure a legitimate state.

 

So Eric is quite right to be disappointed. I am afraid the title is a good example of what is called in the world of commerce “bait and switch.”

 

All of which is a good story but leaves unanswered his question, How would an anarchist society be organized?  Well, sometimes the truth is really quite simple, and the truthful answer to this question is “I have not a clue.” I am absolutely certain that the argument I gave in that little book is correct and that there is not and could not be a de jure legitimate state. But unlike people like David Graeber, I have given very little thought to the matter of what an anarchist society might look like. After writing several other books, I turned my attention full time to the thought of Karl Marx and devoted the next 20 years of my life to struggling with and clarifying his analysis of capitalism and the exploitation that is at its root. I have never been a member of an anarchist collective, I am not particularly drawn to the idea of growing my own vegetables or resoling my own shoes, and happily yield the stage to those who have thought about such things.

 

One thing I am reasonably confident of, however. In the world in which we now live, the success or failure of small-scale communitarian living accommodations or productive activities will tell us nothing at all about possible alternatives to capitalism as it now dominates the world.

Wednesday, January 5, 2022

MOVING ON

Well, that was only partially successful. Most of the comments argued with, rather than accepted, the hypothetical.   So let me move on to something else that has struck me in the past several days.

 

Apparently, judging from the text messages and other documents that have been released thus far, with the sole exception of Trump himself, all of the conspirators seeking to subvert the outcome of the 2020 election were dismayed by the violent invasion of the Capitol. As someone – I think it was Don Junior – said in a message to Mark Meadows, the violence was undermining everything they had planned. They quite correctly judged that the out of control mob was interfering with, rather than advancing, their carefully thought through plans.  Only Trump himself, who is a corrupt, vicious, and not terribly competent or disciplined plotter, was so delighted by the televised images of violence that he completely lost track of the plan, if indeed he ever fully grasped it.

 

Perhaps it is because of my age and my awareness that I will not live to see how things turn out in 20 years, but I am beginning to think that if we can somehow get past the 2024 election successfully, the balance of power in the country will tilt in our direction. As I have said in this space before, I pin my hopes (or my dreams or my fantasies – take your pick) on the reversal of Roe V Wade by the Supreme Court this June and a consequent flood of anti-Republican votes from women in red states and districts.

 

My guess is that the soon to be launched public hearings by the January 6 Committee will be dramatic, devastating, astonishing but in the end will have little effect on the midterm elections. Nevertheless, I shall watch every minute of it, having nothing better to do in my locked down condition. After all, if the quartet is going to continue playing on the deck of the Titanic, I hope at least it plays a lovely Beethoven quartet.

Tuesday, January 4, 2022

A HYPOTHETICAL, POSED FOR DISCUSSION

I am afraid that after two years the pandemic is really getting to me. I continue to spend time elaborating arguments in my head about subjects that interest me but I have lost the belief that putting them on paper (so to speak) and posting them or publishing them makes any difference in these difficult times. So let me instead pose a question for discussion that has been nagging at me lately.

 

I am going to begin with what I believe is called in law schools a hypothetical. That is to say, for the purposes of discussion I am going to assume certain facts, whether they are really facts or not, so that I can raise moral or political questions about a situation that is exemplified by these facts. Do me the favor of not disagreeing with the facts that I posit. Consider them, as I say, a hypothetical.

 

Suppose these three conditions hold (this is my hypothetical):

 

First, there is a very serious threat that in the next two or four years Republicans will succeed in literally stealing an election and then imposing an authoritarian regime with Trump at its head;

 

Second, if Trump is indicted tried, and convicted of a crime, such as conspiring to interrupt the lawful processes of the federal government, or some such thing, that conviction will dramatically reduce the threat of a stolen election and an authoritarian regime;

 

And Third, a fair, objective, and exhaustive examination of the available facts makes it unlikely but not impossible that such a conviction could be secured.

 

Assuming hypothetically that these three factual suppositions are true, and that Merrick Garland knows them to be true, should he nevertheless undertake to secure an indictment, trial, and conviction of Trump?

 

My view is that he should. In short, it is my judgment that he should violate his oath of office and use the power (not the authority, but the power) of his office to undermine Trump and to counteract the threat that he poses. Rather than explain my reasons for this view right now, I will simply ask the question and see how the discussion develops.

Monday, January 3, 2022

RAIN DANCES AND SUCH

When we moved into Carolina Meadows four years ago the IT specialist was a man named Phil Binkley. I very quickly learned that Phil did not have a clue when it came to IT and had apparently gotten the job because of his seniority in some totally non-tech related area. His assistant, who clearly should have gotten the job, was a bright, cheerful, enormously competent young man named Art Diorio. Eventually, Phil blotted his copybook in some manner or other and was let go and Art got the job he wanted and deserved.

 

Shortly before Christmas my ancient printer gave out and I bought another one, an HP 9015e.  When it came, I took it out of its box, plugged it in, managed to figure out how to install the ink cartridges, and tried to print some random page just to test things. Blotto!  I fussed and fumed and fidgeted and came to the conclusion that there was some small failure of communication between my computer and this brand-new wireless printer but I was completely unable to figure out how to make the little problem go away.  Once the dead air time of Christmas and New Year’s was over I called Hewlett-Packard’s support line and tried to find out how I could solve the problem. Good luck to that!

 

At some point during that dead time, I had left a message on Art Diorio’s phone and while I was fussing with Hewlett-Packard uselessly Art called.  He said he was driving by and would stop in and about two minutes later he did. He said hello, played for moment with our new cat, and in just about 45 seconds solved the problem and got my printer up and working.

 

It all made me think of those Native American rain dances in which, if you do every step exactly correctly it rains but if you make one small mistake it does not rain and you cannot figure out what you did wrong. That more generally is my experience with technology these days.

 

Now, it is getting chilly and I think I will start a fire. Where did I leave my two pieces of flint…

Sunday, January 2, 2022

GOOD HELP IS HARD TO FIND, IT IS SAID.

Here are some interesting facts that I dug up while idly googling this and that. The three biggest employers in the United States are Walmart, with 1.5 million employees, Amazon, with 950,000 employees, and the US military, with 1.4 million men and women in uniform. The president of Walmart is paid $22.5 million. The highest-paid executive at Amazon earns $56 million (not Jeff Bezos, by the way).  The chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff earns $186,998.40. I think the military can claim to be at least as well-run as Walmart and Amazon and neither of those companies poses an especially great risk of being shot in the course of performing one’s corporate duties.