Moral Authority?
Though it has been badly shaken by President Obama’s decision to escalate the war in Afghanistan (and dramatically ratchet up both drone strikes, and, or so it seems, anyway, covert operations in Pakistan), the liberal internationalist narrative about American power has emphasized the discontinuities between the Bush and Obama administrations. On this account, the United States under President Bush over-reached radically—taking advantage of the country’s continuing belief in its own exceptionalism and the goodness of its intentions; its undeniable role as the world’s sole military superpower and status as the issuer of the world’s reserve currency; and its unique capacity to use both its hard and soft power to globally constructive ends to pursue overly-militarized, unilateralist policies that could only lessen the leadership America had exercised since the end of World War II. All of this was at the dawn of a multi-polar world age in which it was inevitable that U.S. power and influence would diminish, at least comparatively.
Despite their (willful?) blindness to the striking continuities between candidate Obama’s positions on foreign policy and those of President Bush, liberal advocates did see quite clearly that the United States of the early-21st century simply could not impose its will on the rest of the world as it had done in the past. What seemed most welcome to them was that Obama seemed committed to restoring America’s moral authority, which they argued, had been squandered by the Bush administration through its promiscuous use of military force; its legendary disregard for the “decent opinions of mankind”; and its delusional mindset that started from the premise that America could impose its will on allies and enemies alike as completely as it had (supposedly) been able to do during the Cold War.
And, in fairness, this was indeed the line that candidate Obama returned to during the 2008 campaign, and the line that President Obama has emphasized many times in many speeches during the year he has been in office—most notably in his December speech at West Point and when he accepted the Nobel Peace Prize. At West Point, he argued that the strength of America’s values are “the source, the moral source of America’s authority.” It remains an open question whether he was doing more than paying lip-service to his administration undertaking a serious re-set of U.S. foreign policy—as many liberals still hope and believe—or whether—as I believe—this values talk was a way of trying to provide the National Security State and America’s informal empire, which long predates and alas will probably long outlast the cumulative tenures of both presidents Bush and Obama, with a moral warrant (or moral flag of convenience, depending on your view). That is, at least until nemesis comes knocking, as it will.
What is more interesting to me is why both liberals who continue to have high hopes for the president’s commitment to seriously rethink foreign policy and those who now see him, to put it charitably, as a figure whose resolve and commitment are dramatically out of sync with his opinions and good intentions, seem to find the invocation of America’s moral authority credible, let alone dispositive, to use one of Vice President Biden’s favorite adjectives? After all, the normative understanding of moral authority is that it is something that can be possessed by religious institutions, leaders of those institutions, or individuals, whether believers or non-believers, who are viewed as moral exemplars, but emphatically not by secular states—particularly imperial ones like America whose record in the world, viewed dispassionately, is a mixed one: abominable in Latin America, pretty awful in Asia, disastrous in the Middle East, ambiguous in Africa, and quite good in Europe. So while it is clearly not a category mistake for Catholics to hold that the Pope has moral authority, what can it possibly mean for President Obama to speak of the United States’ moral authority?
The answer, alas, is simple: On a very profound level, this assumption is one more piece of the collateral damage from the pernicious creed of American exceptionalism—the profoundly ingrained belief in this country that, as Damon Linker has put it, the United States has been “empowered by providence to bring democracy, liberty, and Christian redemption to the world.” President Bush certainly thought this; we know this because he said similar things on many occasions, most eloquently in his Second Inaugural. And of course, President Obama and his “progressive” supporters would for the most part omit the religious dimension. But that does not make their narrative any less theological—not, of course, in the creedal sense, but in the typological one that the great conservative philosopher (and former Marxist) Leszek Kolakowski employed when he described Marxism as a chapter in the history of religion —a secular eschatology, which is “a doctrine of human salvation presented in pseudo-scientific terms.”
The term “category-mistake” was coined by British philosopher Gilbert Ryle in the late 1940s. It is conventionally defined as ascribing a property to a thing that cannot possibly have that property. A classic, Philosophy 101 example is that to say a horse is a biped is a mistake, but to say that a horse is binary is a category mistake; and, as such, far more serious because it is not an error of perception or knowledge, but a fundamental misunderstanding of reality. Speaking of America’s moral authority is just as serious a misunderstanding, but of course with real world consequences whose damage to the U.S. and to the world have been, and continue to be, incalculable.
Bringing the marshes back, or trying to, anyway
It’s difficult, I know, to have rational thoughts about Iraq these days. We’re being told the troops are being withdrawn on schedule–British troops left earlier this year—but the bombings continue on a regular basis, and it’s not at all clear what will happen after US troops are no longer actively patrolling the country. The political dimensions of what the new Iraq will look like remain very unclear, especially since there is no new government actually in place, except for the fact that Iran is a lot more influential under the new government than it ever was under their sworn enemy, Saddam Hussein. There has been some movement in making Iraq more like America, however—Iraq is now back among the world leaders in executions. So one is left with rage and frustration over the waste, the carnage, the millions displaced, the hundreds of thousands dead, the geopolitical wreckage that will take decades to repair.
The fact that there are some bright spots might not—and does not—compensate. But bright sports there are. One is the tale of the Iraq marshes, and the efforts by Azzam Alwash to restore them. Back in the day when the marsh dwellers supported an uprising against Saddam, Saddam retaliated by draining the marshes. Well, one of the developments since Saddam’s ouster has been that the marshes are coming back, bit by bit. It’s a small victory, to be sure, but small victories should be celebrated when they come along, simply because there are so few of them ot begin with. We’ve been following this story for some time, and can’t help but feel a bit better about this little corner of Iraq. As the Der Spiegel story notes:
Of course, this isn’t just any old marsh. Alwash is fighting for a marsh which Biblical scholars believe is the site of the Garden of Eden, and which some describe as the cradle of civilization. The Mesopotamians settled in the fertile region in the fifth century B.C., and within a few centuries it had become the site of an advanced Sumerian civilization. Scholars believe that cuneiform was invented in the region, as were literature, mathematics, metallurgy, ceramics and the sailboat.Only 20 years ago, an amazing aquatic world thrived in the area, which is in the middle of the desert. Larger than the Everglades, it extended across the southern end of Iraq, where the Tigris and Euphrates rivers divide into hundreds of channels before they come together again near Basra and flow into the Persian Gulf. For environmentalists, this marshland was a unique oasis of life, until the Iraqi dictator Saddam Hussein, a Sunni, had it drained in the early 1990s after a Shiite uprising.
And of course the recovery of the marshes is not going smoothly. The US government has cut off further funding. It’s still in the middle of a conflict zone, so outside experts often can’t actually come to the area to advise:
The situation seems to have calmed down somewhat recently. Basra is not as safe as Sulaymaniyah, but neither is it as dangerous as Baghdad. But security is a relative concept. Is the risk worth it? Can conservation even function in a country like this?
Alwash is used to bombs going off. “As long as you are at least 100 meters (about 330 feet) away, it’s just part of daily life.” He tries to explain how he feels: “For the first time in my life, I have the feeling that my work really helps people, and that I’m not just working to make money for my family and myself. That’s fulfilling.”
But still, this is something to celebrate, and support:
Nowadays, when Awash is traveling in the marsh of hope, he sometimes encounters images of his childhood. In Al-Hammar, a labyrinth of waterways leads through dense, meter-high reeds and comes together to form larger lakes. Dewdrops glisten on the reeds, rustling as they recede alongside the passing boat. A crescent moon fades away as the sun grows stronger. Tiny fish dash through the water, fleeing a water snake. And the birds are back: night herons, pied kingfishers, purple herons, little grebes, black-tailed godwits and marbled ducks.Reed huts surrounded by sleepy water buffalo stand on small islands. Men and women with sunburned faces and long robes glide through the water in boats, cutting reeds, occasionally raising their hands in greeting
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There are numerous difficulties ahead, as the article points out—reduced flow from the Tigris and Euphrates because of Turkey’s plans for more dams, and Iraq’s development of its own oil reserves in particular pose longer term threats. Still, one can’t help but admire Alwash’s efforts, and wish him well. Given the sordid history of the area over the past several decades, and the uncertainties he, and the marshes, continue to face, he will need all the support he can get.
On Coping
I recently traveled to New Orleans, my first visit to the Crescent City in more than thirty years. Although I was there to give a talk, the occasion provided an opportunity to assess (however belatedly) the destruction wrought by Hurricane Katrina nearly five years ago. With that in mind, my host generously offered to give me a guided tour through some of the city’s worst-hit precincts.
Recovery remains a work in progress, with much accomplished and much more remaining to be done. In affluent neighborhoods like the Garden District or at Tulane University where I spoke, evidence of the hurricane’s passing is conspicuous by its absence. In poorer neighborhoods, the scars are omnipresent and raw.
Yet even in places like the impoverished Lower Ninth Ward, heartening signs of renewal are everywhere visible—businesses and schools reopened, homes being rebuilt or built anew from scratch. Federal money is making a difference not only in fixing residential neighborhoods, but in funding major improvements to hospitals and schools. Private initiatives by churches or charitable organizations are also contributing. Although I’m not a particular fan of the actor Brad Pitt, his Make It Right project has erected more than two dozen new homes that are striking in appearance, while also being environmentally hip. More such houses are to come. Make It Right is making a difference.
That said, there are still countless buildings that stand abandoned, their roofs caved in, windows covered with plywood, entire structures gradually being enveloped by the local flora. Concrete slabs, stripped bare and surrounded by weeds, litter the landscape. They exist in the thousands. Some number will no doubt eventually serve as foundations for new residences; one guesses that more than a few will simply remain as they are, offering mute testimony to what was once a flourishing community—a sort of twenty-first century American version of Pompeii.
To an outsider, the overall mood is one of sturdy, matter-of-fact, un-heroic heroism. The truth is that however much the plight of those caught in Katrina’s path elicited concern and sympathy back in 2005, most of us have long since moved on. The people of New Orleans are on their own. Whether the Big Easy finally emerges from this epic disaster better or worse, bigger or smaller, richer or poorer, its culture intact or fatally compromised will be for those who live there to decide.
On a day-to-day basis, living in New Orleans—especially in the blighted quarters—translates into learning how to cope or make do. Coping is a predicate for survival.
Not that this is somehow unique to post-Katrina New Orleans. Coping may be the chief response, individual or collective, to the difficulties inherent in the human condition.
One of the reasons that most of us have more or less forgotten Katrina is that the world has experienced a non-stop succession of other natural disasters since. Recent months alone have seen massively destructive earthquakes in Haiti and Chile and China. In Iceland, a volcano erupts, wreaking havoc across much of Europe. Famines ravage populations. The prospect of some new epidemic scares the hell out of us. Floods, droughts, forest fires, tsunamis, melting ice caps: it’s one damn thing after another.
And even if your community has been spared such disasters, it’s unlikely that your family has escaped unscathed. Unexpected death, crippling sickness, the loss of a job, the rupture of intimate relationships: when these things befall us, we cope.
Governments (or in the case of personal loss, friends) do their best to help out, of course. Yet at the end of the day those directly affected have to figure things out. We have no alternative. So we make the best of things. We put our lives back together. That accomplished, we wait for the next bit of misfortune to come along, as it inevitably does. Then we cope with that one too.
Forget about world peace, spreading freedom and democracy around the world, and finding true love and happiness. If as nations and individuals we can cope with the hand that fate deals us, we’re doing all that can be expected.
The Dog’s Silence
In a fragment written in 1921, Walter Benjamin wrote that capitalism is “a purely cultic religion, perhaps the most extreme that ever existed.” Spend an hour watching one of the cable business channels, whether CNBC, Fox, or Bloomberg, and you will likely come around to his opinion. The “Low Church” side of the cult is epitomized by Larry Kudlow’s evening show on CNBC. In the place of the Nicene Creed, “We believe in one God, the Father Almighty, Maker of all things visible and invisible,” Kudlow, who is a practicing Catholic, begins every show by intoning what he himself has dubbed, apparently with no sense of its inappropriateness, “The Kudlow Creed.” “We believe that free market capitalism is the best path to prosperity.”
“One fool makes many,” Adorno liked to say. With his hysterical delivery and the pep rally shouts of “boo-yah” that he trades with his callers, Kudlow’s CNBC colleague, Jim Cramer, illustrates the truth of that to a tee. But while these men come across as cheerful buffoons (Cramer has something of the 1960s game show impresario, Monty Hall about him, while Kudlow often seems like Glenn Beck in a good suit), their insistence that one must believe in capitalism, and its equally important corollary, that a belief in capitalism and a belief in America are one and the same, is shared by people of considerably more quality and consequence. For example, the money manager Peter Lynch, who before his retirement from Fidelity’s Magellan Fund was one of the most successful investors in modern American business history, wrote in one of his books (it was presented in passing, as if almost too obvious to spell out) that “keeping the faith and stock picking are normally not discussed in the same paragraph, but success in the latter depends on the former.”
And lest it be thought that this language of belief in the binity of capitalism and America is restricted to figures on the political right, Warren Buffett, the third richest man in the world and a great supporter of President Obama’s, has said, in praising the president, that “he believes in the same things I believe in. America’s best days are ahead.” Interestingly, Charles Munger, Buffett’s longtime partner, is less sanguine and recently published a piece about American decline called, “Basically It’s Over: A parable about how one nation came to financial ruin.” But Munger is a professional curmudgeon (allusions to this have been a well-loved and better-rehearsed part of Buffett’s routine at the Berkshire Hathaway annual meeting for years). To be sure, there are those in the business commentariat who seem to have become almost professional doomsayers—Peter Schiff, Marc Faber, and Nassim Taleb come to mind. But among people who, as major participants in the markets, speak with real authority, Munger is virtually alone.
The Church Father Origen distinguished between an exoteric Christianity for the masses of the faithful and an esoteric Christianity for the elite. The same duality describes the practice of capitalism today—as illustrated by the old Wall Street joke about the retail customer who, upon his broker showing him the slip where the yachts of the great money managers of the day are moored, plaintively asks “but where are the customers’ yachts?” Those individuals who watch CNBC and cruise the blogs for stock tips may delude themselves that the game is not rigged, but such a belief is well and truly a case of mass delusion and manipulation (it’s probably both). The ancients understood this. Quod licet Iovi, non licet bovi—“What is legitimate for Jupiter is not legitimate for oxen.” Under sodium pentothal, I doubt George Soros, Lloyd Blankfein, or Carlos Slim would disagree. Hell, they probably wouldn’t even need the truth serum, just a dry martini or a glass of decent claret.
In “The Silver Blaze,” one of the best of Conan Doyle’s Sherlock Holmes stories, Gregory, the Scotland Yard detective, asks Holmes, “Is there any other point on which you want to draw my attention?” To which Holmes answers, “To the curious incident of the dog in the night-time.” “The dog did nothing in the night-time,” Gregory replies. And Holmes retorts, “That was the curious incident.” Where contemporary capitalism is concerned, the dog’s silence consists in the fact that, even after the crash, with its revelations not just of how rigged the system was—particularly, but certainly not only in its post-Reagan, post-Thatcher iteration—but how stupid, self-destructive (Lehman Brothers, anyone?), and fundamentally nihilistic it was as well, there is not as yet credible opposition to capitalism as a system. Egged on by Fox News and politicians like Michele Bachmann and Sarah Palin, a sizeable percentage of the American public probably does believe that President Obama is determined at long last to transform the United States into a socialist state. But the reality is that he has no quarrel with the basic parameters of the system, only with what he has called its “abuses”—a view that, if it causes alarm in business circles can do so only because from Reagan and Bush senior through Clinton and Bush junior, they have not had to live under any constraints whatsoever. And after his inauguration the president confirmed the extreme modesty of his goals by naming a financial team that, with the possible exception of former Fed chairman Volcker, before taking up their present posts never evinced the slightest doubt about casino capitalism.
That is the fundamental change since the collapse of the Soviet empire and the transformation of China into an authoritarian capitalist tyranny: All debate has been stilled, or, anyway, all debate outside a few groups like professors in the humanities departments of U.S. universities (the stupidity of whose analysis and the utopianism of whose solutions makes them well worth not paying attention to), rural jacqueries in the developing world like the Zapatistas in Mexico and the Naxalites in India (one more unfit to rule than the other), and the anarchist anti-globalizers (about whom the less said the better, and who may be more interesting in terms of their views on music than globalization). If they are irrelevant, they richly deserve that status. And there are profound arguments within capitalism, of course, above all concerning the role of the state, and increasingly different models and experiences in Britain and America, continental Europe, and Asia. But while few people believe that history is at an end, despite the recent crash, the view that political economy is at an end, that, for all intents and purposes, there is only capitalism, remains overwhelmingly the consensus view throughout the world.
It is this fundamental transformation not just of our economy but also of our polity as a (misplaced) locus of faith that has caused me to harp on the subject of American exceptionalism, moral authority, and pay more attention than they otherwise warrant to self-evidently indefensible moral and intellectual solecisms as the claim that the American nation is inherently good. For in an important sense, the cruder the iteration, the more revealing it is—vox populi vox Dei, and all that. Once it becomes respectable to substitute belief for reason, or (in a way this is worse) make the dire category mistake of mistaking one’s allegiances and cultural prejudices for objectivity, one is all but boasting one’s ignorance of the world outside the United States. Again, I emphasize that I am talking about the language and mindset of faith tragically and inappropriately transposed to the political and economic sphere, emphatically not about belief in its proper context—that of faith. I am an adamant non-believer, no less firm in my atheism than any of the so-called New Atheists. But much as I respect the writings of Christopher Hitchens, Richard Dawkins, and Jerry Coyne on matters upon which they are indeed consummate masters of their brief, I find their version of atheism beneath them—petulant, ill-informed, and, at best, supererogatory.
My mother liked to say that in a piece of writing a failure of language was actually a failure of thought. The language of reason is no way incompatible with the language of faith when, precisely, we are thinking and talking about faith. But to imagine the language of belief has any proper role or can be appealed to for legitimation in considering the merit of one’s own country, let alone of global capitalism, is not thought but, coming back to another phrase of Adorno’s, nothing more than intellectual “piety, indolence, and calculation.”


