Monthly Archives: February 2008

Here is the Final Version:

In the political discourse of today’s United States, nobody is saying anything. Whether we are watching TV news media, reading the New York Times, or talking to a buddy, we are exposed to the near-mathematically calculated game of exchange. “How many times can we use ‘freedom’ without overdoing it? Would it be outdated or effective to call our opponent a ‘communist?’ Is ‘progressive’ a positive or negative word right now?” Or even in more every-day discussion: “this is just another typical leftist/conservative/liberal argument.” We might get more complicated: “Stop with your neo-con/neo-liberal/socialist/hyper-capitalist ranting.” But these exchanges do not affect our lives. This language is not created out of a human need or desire to describe or answer – it only lives within the structure of the word game. If we continue to argue within these boundaries, we will never be able to escape them. We are stuck using the same words and describing the same things. Continuing to use these absurdities prevents us from challenging and criticizing the undesirable world we live in, because we are fundamentally using its language. George Orwell identified this a while ago in his 1946 essay Politics and the English Language (excuse the anachronistic masculine language),

“A speaker who uses that kind of phraseology has gone some distance toward turning himself into a machine. The appropriate noises are coming out of his larynx, but his brain is not involved, as it would be if he were choosing his words for himself. If the speech he is making is one that he is accustomed to make over and over again, he may be almost unconscious of what he is saying, as one is when one utters the responses in church. And this reduced state of consciousness, if not indispensable, is at any rate favourable to political conformity.”

This piece is an effort to figure out how we can get out of this cycle.

Where does this hollow blabbering originate? We, as the willers of language, have allowed these words to pass by without nuance or criticism. What once signified that we have the power to remake the world anew now evokes little more than images of crazed college students hurling Molotov Cocktails at police: ‘Revolution.’ We once used ‘Progressive’ to demonstrate that the world we live in does not have to be accepted as is. It is now just as ideologically limited as the conservatism it once fought. ‘Freedom’ was once a disagreement between differing conceptions. Now we all share in its lack of meaning.

So how can we overcome the empty talk and start discussing our political lives in a way that inspires action? The traditional method used to combat the buzz-game is the establishment of a view that is “unbiased.” The trend in political discussion today is to appeal to a sort of objective, supra-worldly lexicon. The doctrine here is that it is better to be accurate, fair, and balanced before opinionated, controversial, and critical. However, this understanding results in inapplicable language. Such umbrella terminology is so wide that it fails to describe anything at all, when the reality of our lives shows that some of us get wet while others don’t. The key to fruitful discussion is admittance of bias and difference that will allow us to describe particular political realities.

Take a look at this shot from a CNN debate over the role of the Latino vote in the upcoming beaten-to-death-for-2-years-now race for the ’08 presidency

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Both of these poor political analysts are trapped in boxes from which they cannot escape. ‘Left’ and ‘Right’ are asserted here as absolute terms with clear boundaries. Asserted as a comprehensive representation of political views.

This language operates as if we can all agree on its meaning. The debaters are careful to not mention anything the least bit controversial – no opinions are exchanged whatsoever. They are appealing to a political language that does not leave room for disagreement. Tony Harris, on the left (literally speaking, his politics are in every way indiscernible), wears a knowing smirk and turns the floor to the other debater after a certain amount of time. This unbiased mediator says even less than the nothing his debaters are spouting.

But what relationship does this lack of controversy have to the above-mentioned objective political lexicon? For when we are appealing to something objective, something agreed upon, we are free from really explaining, understanding, or in this case, defining it. We don’t explain the table right in front of us, we say “look at the table.” In this way, via objectivity, we are exempt from nuanced definition. George Orwell’s identification of this trend hasn’t apparently done much to help us prevent it. Even in 1946, he demonstrated that “prose consists less and less of words chosen for the sake of their meaning, and more and more of phrases tacked together like the sections of a prefabricated henhouse.” Using the notion that this tacking together can apply to language is like pulling the plug on our already ailing political system. Ideas cannot be pointed to. They must be understood and expressed. The political culture we live in would like to say, “Look at the freedom.”

Strive for democracy, fight for equality, struggle against oppression, challenge hate, enforce accountability, advocate honesty, foster awareness. As advocates of social change and justice, we feel like these phrases mean something to us but don’t have any real effect on our actions. We have not been exercising our will as human beings, as havers-of-discussions, to create a lexicon that has real implications on the real world. Words should have the goal of inspiring action, not prolonging debate.

What do we want the world to look like, what is in the way of that potentiality, and what do we have to do to get there? These are the real questions, to be answered with the language that is most appropriate, not simply that which we are accustomed to hearing and using. If we desire social betterment, let us create a vocabulary that describes and defends it. I have chosen ‘describe’ for its allusion to language, and ‘defend’ for its allusion to physical action. The lexicon should do both. Let us reopen the channels of conversation, of discussion, in order to inspire action. Next time you are watching CNN, reading the New York Times, or even having a discussion, refuse the bullshit. It’s not getting us anywhere.

Kant imagined and advocated a world in which each person was considered and treated as an “end.” He called this the “Kingdom of Ends” (he was always a sucker for epic names, I mean it doesn’t get much more bold than Critique of Pure Reason). In this Kingdom of Ends, each and every life would be considered an end in itself, rather than a means to something else. Thus, none cane be used as slaves, none can be cheated; their lives must be respected as ultimate goals.

Herbert Marcuse also puts this nicely in his famous New Left text One-Dimensional Man: “Life as a means is qualitatively different from life as an end.” And I’ve been thinking about this. Are our lives carried out for the sake of something else? Should they be? What does it mean to live your life as a life? Or to treat others’ lives as lives?

It seems to me that this requires contextualization, a stressing of process over product. The Hegelian idea of the seed never realizing its reality until it grows into a tree and dies, the idea that the world is not “what is?” but “what has been and what is happening?” still holds its magical quality. But I think Kant was too tied up in his enlightenment rationality, his political liberalism, to understand what he was saying. Sure, nobody should be the means to another, nobody should be a sacrifice, but for what reason does “means” imply this sadistic individualism, a relation of one to another only?

To me, a life should be a means: a means to the creation of the human world. What would our lives be like in the Kingdom of Ends? Who would we love? What language would we speak? No, that is not the human world. The human world is an infinitely changing aggregate of potentiality. Each human life is simultaneously a past and a future. This does not end. We cannot treat lives as ends, because lives do not end.

What does this world look like? Quito buses have two employees, in East Lansing there is one. The human world looks like the former. The latter lives his life, is treated as an end in himself. “We don’t want to exploit you. We will give you a job, pay you, we want you to live your own life, and live it well.” The East Lansing bus driver is limited to an existence as an end. It’s not bad, he does live his own life, and lives it well, but he can never be a means to the creation of the human world. He does not realize that any of the day’s events he might go home to tell necessarily involved the lives of others.
–“Big accident today on Grand River.”
–“Anyone hurt?
–“Don’t think so.”
–“Lucky then.”
–“Yeah, guess so.”
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But the questioning stops at the end. “Anyone hurt?” Anyone sad? Why weren’t they focusing on the road? Were they drunk? In a hurry? Just stupid? Did they just realize they actually loved the person they just broke up with? Were they convinced that if they drove fast enough and with enough conviction, the car would fly? What is our world without these stories?

The Quito bus driver knows this world, and knows it well. He has a partner. The money-taking, destination-shouting, sign-changing auxiliary bus maverick. The two talk constantly The bus driver goes home with a much different story to tell.
–“Andrés estuvo diciéndome que tu madre está enferma.”
–“Ay, ¿que pasó?”
–“Creen que cáncer pulmonar. Ella fuma montón. Él me dijo que ella nunca fumaba hasta su esposo murió hace veinte años, y desde entonces, siempre tiene un tobaco.”
–“Pobrecita. ¿Que dijiste a él?”
–“No mucho, no sabía que decir. Solo le escuchaba.”
–“Pobrecita.”
–“Pobrecita, si.”

(Translation)
–“Andrés was telling me that his mother is sick.”
–“Oh no, what happened?”
–“They think it’s lung cancer. She smokes a ton. He told me she never smoked until her husband died twenty years ago, and since then, she always has a cigarette.”
–“Poor thing. What did you say to him?”
–“Nothing much, I didn’t know what to say. I just listened to him.”
–“Poor thing.”
–“Yeah, poor thing.”

And that is our world. An interaction between potentialities rather than a collection of realities. When we treat people’s lives as ends, as real rather than potential, product rather than process, this world is lost. There are no new stories to tell. Only old memories with weird changes over time and an alienation from the events they describe.

I want to live in the human world, where my life story is important to strangers and theirs to me. A world where feelings are valuable and exposed and described, not hidden. There is no physical thing in the way of that goal. Let me tell you a story about myself. Tell me a story about yourself. Welcome to the world.

Hey everyone, sorry I haven’t posted in a little while. I have put up a bunch of new pictures from some traveling I did to the beach and so on, I put up the ones I like the most. Check them out, toss up some comments if you like. I will be writing something more soon, I’ve got a few ideas. In the mean time, though, my amateur photography skills can replace my amateur writing skills. You can see small previews of the most recent 10 on the right side of this page, and if you click you will be transported via internet technology to my flickr account. Have fun.

Also, I have here a nice little video of some foosball, played by my host brother Fernando and our friend Gabriel. We were playing in our hotel on the beach, overlooking the water.