
I have just returned from a trip to Ireland with my brother. A friend and former student who now lives in Dublin informed us over drinks that our visit had been preceded by “Make Ireland Great Again” anti-immigrant protests. We missed the protests, but waiting for a bus in Galway an old timer staggered up to us and, clearly mistaking us for locals, asked “Whataya think, boys, it’s a small country, there’s too many of them,” and went on to complain about how some monument to the scared heart of Jesus or something had been taken down to avoid offending Muslim sensibilities, and how Saudi Arabia would never close down a mosque were the Irish to move en masse to Saudi Arabia. I am sure he is correct on the later score, but I doubt that it was Muslim immigrants who demanded the removal of the statue: I would bet a pint and a shot of whiskey that it was good old-fashioned white Irish liberals that took that step pre-emptively.
But make anything great again protests do pose an important question: when was the ‘x’ that has now declined great? And who were the y’s that made the x great? Was Ireland great when it was exclusively for the Irish? But when was that? Before the 9th century Viking invasions? So does the greatness of Ireland then consist in sod huts and peat digging? While street signs and official announcements are made in Irish and English and sheep there were aplenty, there was also excellent internet service and our Irish for the Irish friend in Galway did not appear to have just finished work in a bog. I am no expert, but I think that the economy in Ireland in the EU is a little better then when my ancestors left during the Great Famine.
Traditionalists wherever they are found urge history against avant garde’s and cosmopolitans. But history, like water, is a universal solvent: a continuous process of movement and change upon which politically motivated human beings project symbolic demarcations and arbitrary boundaries. Who are the Irish? The descendants of ancient Celts? But who are the Celts? They were not Irish, but originated in Central Europe. Unlike Plato’s founding myth of his kallipolis, the gods did not plant the souls of the people of country’s in the soil of the nation to which they just happen to belong. Wind the historical clock back far enough and one finds that everyone came from somewhere else.
Bloc Quebecois leader Yves Bechand argued towards the end of the most recent Canadian election that Canada was an “artificial” country. His comment set of a firestorm of outrage amongst the nouveau nationalists aroused to impassioned defence of the dignity of maple syrup and beavers by the effect of Trump’s talk of making Canada the 51st state. Bechand was, of course, correct, but what he failed to note is that every country is artificial. Bechand meant that Canada is not an ethnically uniform nation like Quebec, and there precisely lies the problem with all ethno-nationalisms: they must affirm an essentially exclusionary and, at the limits, racist understanding of the “nation’ (pur laine Quebecois, Irish with no trace of Viking, or Norman, or English blood) which an actually historical understanding of human development reveals to be mythological. Buddy in Galway thought that my brother and I were Irish because we look “Irish” in the way that the daughter of a Somali immigrant actually born and schooled in Ireland and therefore actually Irish does not.
Looks are deceiving.
If the Quebecois nation is “natural” as opposed to the artificially constructed Canadian nation, what exactly is Bechand to say to the Mohawks or Cree who were in “la belle provence” long before it was a province (although I am sure that it was still “belle”). Or Quebecois of Moroccan ancestory? Or a recent immigrant from Congo (or even a McGill student from Toronto)? If the Quebecois nation is natural they can at best be guest residents but never full and equal members of the nation.
Class: can anyone name another nation where this sort of ethno-chauvinism is causing some rather serious problems?
The “natural” Quebecois nation is the legacy of colonial conquest that started not all that long ago, 1628, when Champlain founded a permanent French settlement at Tadoussac at the confluence of the St. Lawrence and Saguenay rivers. Therefore, if Quebec is natural, the actual pre-European history of the peoples who lived there for thousands of years must be, by Bechand’s logic, an artificial graft onto the Quebecois nation: a complete inversion of reality. If one thinks historically, the naturalness of the “Quebecois” identity is exposed as an ex post facto construct of the descendants of people who were not Quebecois, but French. And the French nation that today people in North American regard as an ethno-national whole only dates from 1789 and was the product of a state-led struggle against regional identities and languages.
And so it goes. Unless one’s family has lived in the Rift Valley of eastern African where modern human beings evolved for the past 3 million years, one is the descendant of people who at one time moved from somewhere else. And even if your people have never moved from the spot where Lucy once roamed, our earliest ancestors were not people at all, but pre-human primates. And pre-human primates were once mammallian quadrupeds, and mammalian quadrupeds were once fish, and fish were once prokaryotic cells, and prokaryotic cells were once self-replicating amino acids, and self-replicating amino acids were once heavy elements blasted through space by supernovae eruptions, and stars were once swirls of hydrogen gas, and swirls of hydrogen gas were once …. nothing, the quantum vacuum.
The politically involved person is apt to think at this point: the philosophical mind has become untethered from human reality. History cannot be understood on cosmic time-scales and requires symbolic attachment, rootedness, community, identity. I respond: I used to think that way, and part of me still does, but the persistence of hatred and violence in the world perhaps calls for a more radical revision of how human beings understand themselves and their societies. The environmental movement has been trying to dislodge anthropocentric perspectives for decades, but what is more anthropocentric than the belief that the whole evolution of the universe was steered by the goal of planting one group of people on one patch of ground and another group on another patch? When we consider such ideas from the higher-level perspective of the evolution of matter and energy they appear as they really are: ludicrous.
The clock really does wind back to time t-0 and nothingness. I am becoming more and more convinced that there cannot be any solution to the most pressing social problems– including especially the violence generated by ideas about the fixity and naturalness of ethno-national identities – unless political thinking– left and right– understands the implications of deeply historical thinking.
Deeply historical thinking sets human history in the context of the history of the universe. It is anti-anthropocentric and anti-ethno-centric but at the same time humanist. From my perspective humanism begins from honest contemplation of the realities of human life: it is an evolutionary accident, had initial conditions been different we would not be here; after a certain (hopefully long) period of time we will not be here; we have developed certain capacities for world-building which are constrained, ultimately, only by the laws of physics, and so must figure out what to do with them. The problem with past answers to the question of what we should do with our world-building powers is that different human groups have taken the question of the truth of their worldviews far too seriously. Absurdities like gods become grounds for mass killing; instead of sharing the resources we all need some groups consider themselves uniquely entitled to the fruits of the earth; instead of seeing the human genius underlying different ways of life some groups exalt themselves as uniquely cultured, intelligent, scientific, indeed, human.
How stupid this chauvinism is from even one hundred miles above the earth, where not a single human artifact can be seen and no border lines are visible. Who cares who invented borscht or hummus? They are foods to eat not artefacts to be fought over. The only question is whether they are well-made or not. Whomever can read a recipe can cook. I am not preaching Esperanto abstract uniformity. I preach the gospel of invention, creativity, novelty, and iconoclasm. Before traditions were traditions they were inventions. If the logic insisted upon by defenders of tradition and “cultural authenticity” were followed strictly there would be no traditions, cultures, or human beings. The traditionalist says: do thing the way they have always been done. But deeply historical thinking, winding the clock all the way back, proves that in the beginning nothing was done, and so, if we were to do things the way they have were done in the past, we would have to do nothing at all.
Seeing the stupidity of fetishizing traditions and worshiping an imaginary authenticity we should laugh, not in love and malice, as Nietzsche argued, but in love and friendship, as the once celebrated but now too-ignored Epicurus argued. All were welcome in his garden: women, slaves, all were friends. The only rule was that they were not to talk about politics, because they rightly understood that life is too short for bickering about who should decided how it should be lived. each should decide for themselves. The only real problem is need-satisfaction which, if approached from the standpoint of friendship, in the midst of natural abundance and a minimally disciplined understanding of real needs, is no problem at all. Take what you need and leave as much and as good for others, as Locke argued the law of nature enjoined.
But, my politically-engaged friend will argue, “your deeply historical view abstracts from the structure of conflicts that make friendship impossible. How can the Gazan be friend to the Israeli, the worker to the boss, the black man to the racist?” I answer: “By ceasing to think of themselves as “Gazan” “Israeli” “worker,” “boss” “black man” “racist.” “But that is too abstract!” my comrade rejoins. And then I remind him that my thought that we should address each other as “friend” simply extends the logic of revolutionary modes of address: French revolutionaries called each other “citizen” and communists “comrade” precisely because these names abstracted from the social differences the revolution was trying to overthrow. I simply radicalize this spirit of egalitarian friendship.
“But what about justice,” my political friend insists. Well, what about it? What does the victim demand, vengeance, or access to the means of living well? I say that vengeance is one thing and justice is something else. Justice is (as I put it in the previous post) getting what one deserves. Vengeance is punishing an enemy for the wrongs that they have done. Vengeance is irrational because when one side satisfies its demand for vengeance it gives the other side grounds for demanding the same, and a never ending cycle of violence is unleashed. Justice is not about punishment but ensuring that the victims get what they deserve: secure access to the resources that they need to live and live well. Justice promotes friendly relations between former enemies, vengeance locks people into hate-fueled cycles of violence.
Contrary to the slogan on the wall in Galway pictured above, I argue that people need to remember to forget rather than not forget to remember. The best thing about a painful yesterday is that it is over. If one broods on the pain one will never be free from it, no matter what the circumstances of one’s life are. As Ursula LeGuin said somewhere, “To oppose is to maintain.” Forget, move on, take what you need and make a contribution to the common wealth. What problem would these ways of living and relating not solve if everyone were to put them into practice? Life-enjoyment is possible only in the present and progress demands that we look forward.