After the Macondo well exploded in the Gulf of Mexico, it was easy
enough (on your choice of screen) to see a flaming oil platform, the
very sea itself set afire with huge plumes of black smoke rising, and
the dark smear of what would become five million barrels of oil
beginning to soak birds and beaches. Infinitely harder to see and less
dramatic was the vast counterforce soon at work: the mobilizing of tens
of thousands of volunteers, including passionate locals from fishermen
in the Louisiana Oystermen’s Association to an outraged
tattoo-artist-turned-organizer, from visiting scientists, activist
groups, and Catholic Charities reaching out to Vietnamese fishing
families to the journalist and oil-policy expert Antonia Juhasz, and
Rosina Philippe of the Atakapa-Ishak tribe in Grand Bayou. And don’t
forget the ceaseless toil of the Sierra Club’s local environmental
justice organizer, the Gulf Coast Restoration Network, the New
Orleans-born
poet-turned-investigator Abe Louise Young, and so many
more than I can list here.
I think of one ornithologist I met in
Grand Bayou who had been dispatched to the Gulf by an organization, but
had decided to stay on even if his funding ran out. This mild-mannered
man with a giant pair of binoculars seemed to have some form of
pneumonia, possibly induced by oil-fume inhalation, but that didn’t stop
him. He was among the thousands whose purpose in the Gulf had nothing
to do with profit, unless you’re talking about profiting the planet.
The force he represented mattered there, as it does everywhere -- a
force that has become ever more visible to me as I live and journey
among those who dedicate themselves to their ideals and act on their
solidarities.
Only now, though, am I really beginning to understand the
full scope of its power.
Tomgram: Rebecca Solnit, A Shadow Government of Kindness
[Note for TomDispatch Readers: As
this year ends with a remarkable spate of contributions and show of
support for this website, I offer one last deep bow of appreciation to
all of you around the country and the world who have offered a helping
hand and so assured us of a good 2011. As of the 24th of December, the
offer of signed books from Andrew Bacevich and Adam Hochschild will end
(and only my book, The American Way of War, will still be available in
return for a contribution of $75 or more). And speaking of helping
hands, the TomDispatch crew -- Joe Duax, Nick Turse, Andy Kroll, Timothy
MacBain, and intern Jennifer O’Mahony -- get a special bow from me. I
couldn’t begin to do it without you! Finally, I want to offer thanks to
Christopher Holmes, volunteer extraordinaire and eagle-eyed copyeditor,
who helps keep TD remarkably error free. He’s a superb example of the
phenomenon that Rebecca Solnit discusses in her piece today. Thank you,
Chris! See all of you again in January and here’s wishing you a fine
holiday season.]
I have a friend who sends a note every year in December, pleading
with me to pen one upbeat, hopeful piece before the next year rolls
around. Mind you, I consider myself an upbeat guy in a downbeat world
and, for me, when it comes to pure upbeatness, you couldn’t have beaten
this week if you tried. This was when my Oscar came in -- or the
equivalent on the political Internet anyway. On December 7th, the State
Department announced its brave decision to
host UNESCO’s World Press Freedom Day in 2011. (“[W]e are concerned
about the determination of some governments to censor and silence
individuals, and to restrict the free flow of information…”) Less than
two weeks later, I learned that if you try to go to TomDispatch.com from
a State Department computer, you can’t get there. The following
message appears instead:
“Access Denied for Security Risk (policy_wikileaks)
“Your requested URL has been blocked to prevent classified information from being downloaded to OpenNet.”
OpenNet is what the State Department calls its unclassified Web
system. Maybe it should now consider changing that name as it prepares
for World Press Freedom Day. (Small tip to State Department officials:
remember that TomDispatch is just as good a read at home as at work!)
I’m sure this is all part of the Obama administration’s fabulous
sunshine policy, that “new standard of openness” the president embraced on his first day in the Oval Office. It’s certainly part of the U.S. government’s ridiculous attempt to bar its officials, contractors, and anyone else it
can reach from the once-secret State Department documents that
WikiLeaks is slowly releasing and that everyone else on Earth has access
to.
As for me in this holiday season, I couldn’t be happier. Among those
sites banned by the State Department, I’m sure in good company and, of
course, you’re not likely to be banned if no one’s reading you in the
first place. And here’s the holiday miracle: somehow TomDispatch made
it onto The List without revealing a single secret document or even
hosting one at the site, evidently on the basis of having commented in passing on the WikiLeaks affair.
So that’s the news here at TD when it comes to upbeat. As for hope, hey, I’ve learned from the Bush years. As they privatized war, I’ve privatized hope, farming it out to Rebecca Solnit, who from her first appearance at TomDispatch has filled the endowed Hope Chair brilliantly. It’s now nothing short of a tradition at this site that she have the last word of the year.
So, as the eighth year of TomDispatch.com ends, it’s up the chimney
with me. Enjoy the Solnitsian present I’ve left under the tree -- and
to all a goodnight (until January 4th when TomDispatch returns). Tom
Iceberg Economies and Shadow Selves:
Further Adventures in the Territories of Hope
by Rebecca Solnit
Long ago, Adam Smith wrote about the “invisible hand” of the free
market, a phrase which always brings to my mind horror movies and Gothic
novels in which detached and phantasmagorical limbs go about their work
crawling and clawing away. The idea was that the economy would somehow
self-regulate and so didn’t need to be interfered with further -- or so
still go the justifications for capitalism, even though it took an
enormous armature of government interventions to create the current mix
of wealth and poverty in our world. Your tax dollars pay for wars that
make the world safe for giant oil corporations, and those corporations
hand over huge sums of money to their favorite politicians (and they
have so many favorites!) to regulate the political system to continue to
protect, reward, and enrich themselves. But you know that story well.
As 2010 ends, what really interests me aren’t the corrosions and
failures of this system, but the way another system, another invisible
hand, is always at work in what you could think of as the great,
ongoing, Manichean arm-wrestling match that keeps our planet spinning.
The invisible claw of the market may fail to comprehend how powerful the
other hand -- the one that gives rather than takes -- is, but neither
does that open hand know itself or its own power. It should. We all
should.
The Iceberg Economy
Who wouldn’t agree that our society is capitalistic, based on
competition and selfishness? As it happens, however, huge areas of our
lives are also based on gift economies, barter, mutual aid, and giving
without hope of return (principles that have little or nothing to do
with competition, selfishness, or scarcity economics). Think of the
relations between friends, between family members, the activities of
volunteers or those who have chosen their vocation on principle rather
than for profit.
Think of the acts of those -- from daycare worker to nursing home
aide or the editor of TomDispatch.com -- who do more, and do it more
passionately, than they are paid to do; think of the armies of the
unpaid who are at “work” counterbalancing and cleaning up after the
invisible hand and making every effort to loosen its grip on our
collective throat. Such acts represent the relations of the great
majority of us some of the time and a minority of us all the time. They
are, as the two feminist economists who published together as J. K. Gibson-Graham noted, the nine-tenths of the economic iceberg that is below the waterline.
Capitalism is only kept going by this army of anti-capitalists, who
constantly exert their powers to clean up after it, and at least
partially compensate for its destructiveness. Behind the system we all
know, in other words, is a shadow system of kindness, the other
invisible hand. Much of its work now lies in simply undoing the
depredations of the official system. Its achievements are often hard to
see or grasp. How can you add up the foreclosures and evictions that
don’t happen, the forests that aren’t leveled, the species that don’t go
extinct, the discriminations that don’t occur?
The official economic arrangements and the laws that enforce them
ensure that hungry and homeless people will be plentiful amid plenty.
The shadow system provides soup kitchens, food pantries, and giveaways,
takes in the unemployed, evicted, and foreclosed upon, defends the
indigent, tutors the poorly schooled, comforts the neglected, provides
loans, gifts, donations, and a thousand other forms of practical
solidarity, as well as emotional support. In the meantime, others seek
to reform or transform the system from the inside and out, and in this
way, inch by inch, inroads have been made on many fronts over the past
half century.
The terrible things done, often in our name and thanks in part to the
complicity of our silence or ignorance, matter. They are what wells up
daily in the news and attracts our attention. In estimating the true
make-up of the world, however, gauging the depth and breadth of this
other force is no less important. What actually sustains life is far
closer to home and more essential, even if deeper in the shadows, than
market forces and much more interesting than selfishness.
Most
of the real work on this planet is not done for profit: it’s done at
home, for each other, for affection, out of idealism, and it starts with
the heroic effort to sustain each helpless human being for all those
years before fending for yourself becomes feasible. Years ago, when my
friends started having babies I finally began to grasp just what kind of
labor goes into sustaining one baby from birth just to toddlerhood.
If you do the math, with nearly seven billion of us on Earth right
now, that means seven billion years of near-constant tending only to get
children upright and walking, a labor of love that adds up to more than
the age of this planet. That’s not a small force, even if it is only a
force of maintenance. Still, the same fierce affection and
determination pushes back everywhere at the forces of destruction.
Though I’m not sure I could bring myself to watch yet again that Christmas (and banking) classic It’s a Wonderful Life,
its premise -- that the effects of what we do might best be gauged by
considering what the world would be like without us -- is still useful.
For the American environment, this last year was, at best, a mixed one.
Nonetheless, polar bears got some protection
and the building of at least one nuclear power plant was prevented; the
work of groups like the Sierra Club continued to keep new coal-fired
power plants at bay; and Californians defeated a sinister oil-company-sponsored initiative,
to name just a few of the more positive developments. Erase all the
groups at work on the environment, hardly noticed by the rest of us, and
it would have been a massacre.
The Alternatives to “There Is No Alternative”
We not only have a largely capitalist economy but an ideological
system that justifies this as inevitable. “There is no alternative,” as
former British Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher used to like to say.
Many still argue that this is simply the best human nature, nasty to the
core, can possibly hope to manage.
Fortunately, it’s not true. Not only is there an alternative, but
it’s here and always has been. Recently, I had dinner with Renato
Redentor Constantino, a climate and social justice activist from the
Philippines, and he mentioned that he never cared for the slogan,
“Another world is possible.” That other world is not just possible, he
pointed out, it’s always been here.
We tend to think revolution has to mean a big in-the-streets,
winner-take-all battle that culminates with regime change, but in the
past half century it has far more often involved a trillion tiny acts of
resistance that sometimes cumulatively change a society so much that
the laws have no choice but to follow after. Certainly, American society
has changed profoundly over the past half century for those among us
who are not male, or straight, or white, or Christian, becoming far less
discriminatory and exclusionary.
Radicals often speak as though we live in a bleak landscape in which
the good has yet to be born, the revolution yet to begin. As Constantino
points out, both of them are here, right now, and they always have
been. They are represented in countless acts of solidarity and
resistance, and sometimes they even triumph. When they don’t -- and
that’s often enough -- they still do a great deal to counterbalance the
official organization of our country and economy. That organization
ensures oil spills, while the revolutionaries, if you want to call them
that, head for the birds and the beaches, and maybe, while they’re at
it, change the official order a little, too.
Of course, nothing’s quite as simple as that. After all, there are
saints in government and monsters in the progressive movement; there’s
petroleum in my gas tank and money in my name in banks. To suggest that
the world is so easily divided into one hand and the other, selfish and
altruistic, is impossibly reductive, but talking in binaries has an
advantage: it lets you focus on what is seldom acknowledged.
To say there is no alternative dismisses both the desire for and the
possibility of alternative arrangements of power. For example, how do
you square a Republican Party hell-bent on preserving tax cuts for the
wealthiest 2% of Americans with a new poll
by two university economists suggesting that nearly all of us want
something quite different? The pollsters showed a cross-section of
Americans pie charts depicting three degrees of wealth distribution in
three societies, and asked them what their ideal distribution of wealth
might be. The unidentified charts ranged from our colossal disparity to
absolute equality, with Swedish moderation in-between.
Most chose Sweden as the closest to their ideal. According to the
pollsters, the choice suggested that "Americans prefer some inequality
to perfect equality, but not to the degree currently present in the
United States.”
It might help to remember how close we had come to Sweden by the late
1970s, when income disparity was at its low ebb and the Reagan
revolution was yet to launch. Of course, these days we in the U.S.
aren’t offered Swedish wealth distribution, since the system set up to
represent us actually spends much of its time representing self-interest
and moneyed interests instead. The Republicans are now being offered
even larger bribes than the Democrats to vote in the interests of the
ultra-affluent, whether corporate or individual. Both parties, however,
helped produce the Supreme Court that, in January, gave
corporations and the wealthy unprecedented power in our political
system, power that it will take all our energy to counteract and maybe,
someday, force into retreat.
By the way, in searching for that Thatcher no-alternative quote, I
found myself on a page at Wikipedia that included the following
fundraising plea from a Russian woman scientist: “Almost every day I
come home from work and spend several hours improving Wikipedia! Why
would I donate so much of my free time? Because I believe that by giving
my time and effort -- along with thousands of other people of different
nationalities, religion, ages -- we will one day have shared and free
knowledge for all people.”
Imperfect as it may be, ad-free, nonprofit Wikipedia’s sheer scope --
3.5 million entries in English alone, to say nothing of smaller
Norwegian, Vietnamese, Persian, and Waray-Waray versions with more than
100,000 articles each -- is an astonishing testimony to a human urge to
work without recompense when the cause matters.
Butterfly Spotting
The novelist and avid lepidopterist Vladimir Nabokov once asked
someone coming down a trail in the Rockies whether he’d seen any
butterflies. The answer was negative; there were no butterflies.
Nabokov, of course, went up that same trail and saw butterflies galore.
You see what you’re looking for. Most of us are constantly urged to
see the world as, at best, a competitive place and, at worst, a constant
war of each against each, and you can see just that without even
bothering to look too hard. But that’s not all you can see.
Writing my recent book about disasters, A Paradise Built in Hell,
led me to look at the extraordinary way people behave when faced with
catastrophes and crises. From news coverage to Hollywood movies, the
media suggest that, in these moments of turbulence when institutions
often cease to function, we revert to our original nature in a Hobbesian
wilderness where people fend for themselves.
Here’s the surprise though: in such situations, most of us fend for
each other most of the time -- and beautifully at that. Perhaps this,
rather than (human) nature red in tooth and claw, is our original
nature. At least, the evidence is clear that people not only behave
well, but take deep pleasure in doing so, a pleasure so intense it
suggests that an unspoken, unmet appetite for meaningful work and
vibrant solidarities lives powerfully within us. Those appetites can be
found reflected almost nowhere in the mainstream media, and we are
normally told that the world in which such appetites might be satisfied
is “utopian,” impossible to reach because of our savage competitiveness,
and so should be left to the most hopeless of dreamers.
Even reports meant to be sympathetic to the possibility that another
better world could exist in us right now accept our Social-Darwinian
essence as a given. Consider a November New York Times piece on empathy and bullying in which David Bornstein wrote,
“We know that humans
are hardwired to be aggressive and selfish. But a growing body of
research is demonstrating that there is also a biological basis for
human compassion. Brain scans reveal that when we contemplate violence
done to others we activate the same regions in our brains that fire up
when mothers gaze at their children, suggesting that caring for
strangers may be instinctual. When we help others, areas of the brain
associated with pleasure also light up. Research by Felix Warneken and
Michael Tomasello indicates that toddlers as young as 18 months behave
altruistically.”
Are we really hardwired to be aggressive and selfish, as Bornstein
says at the outset? Are you? No evidence for such a statement need be
given, even in an essay that provides plenty of evidence to the
contrary, as it’s supposed to be a fact universally acknowledged, rather
than an opinion.
The Compassion Boom
If I were to use the normal language of the marketplace right now,
I’d say that compassion and altruism are hot. It might, however, be more
useful to say that the question of the nature of human nature is being
reconsidered at the moment by scientists, economists, and social
theorists in all sorts of curious combinations and coalitions. Take, for
example, the University of California’s Greater Good Science Center,
which describes itself as studying “the psychology, sociology, and
neuroscience of well-being, and teaches skills that foster a thriving,
resilient, and compassionate society.” Founding director Dacher Keltner
writes, “Recent studies of compassion argue persuasively for a different
take on human nature, one that rejects the preeminence of
self-interest.”
A few dozen miles away is Stanford’s Center for Compassion and Altruism Research and Education,
which likewise draws on researchers in disciplines ranging from
neuroscience to Buddhist ethics. Bornstein’s essay mentions another
organization, Roots of Empathy
in Toronto, that reduces violence and increases empathy among children.
Experiments, programs, and activities like this proliferate.
Independent scholars and writers are looking at the same underlying
question, and stories in the news this year -- such as those on school
bullying -- address questions of how our society gets organized, and for
whose benefit. The suicides
of several queer young people generated a groundswell of anti-bullying
organizing and soul-searching, notably the largely online “It Gets Better” attempt to reach out to queer youth.
In a very different arena, neoliberalism -- the economic system that
lets the invisible hand throttle what it might -- has finally come into
question in the mainstream (whereas if you questioned it in 1999, you
were a troglodyte and a flat-Earther). Hillary Clinton lied her way
through the 2008 primary, claiming she never supported NAFTA, and her
husband, who brought it to us, publicly apologized
for the way his policies eliminated Haiti’s rice tariffs. “It was a
mistake," Bill Clinton told the Senate Foreign Relations Committee on
March 10th. "I had to live everyday with the consequences of the loss of
capacity to produce a rice crop in Haiti to feed those people because
of what I did."
Think of those doing the research on altruism and compassion as a
radical scholarly movement, one that could undermine the philosophical
and political assumptions behind our current economic system, which is
also our political system. These individuals and organizations are
putting together the proof that not only is another world possible, but
it’s been here all along, as visible, should we care to look, as
Nabokov’s butterflies.
Do not underestimate the power of this force. The world could be much
better if more of us were more active on behalf of what we believe in
and love; it would be much worse if countless activists weren’t already
at work from Aung San Suu Kyi in Burma and the climate activists in
Tuvalu to the homeless activists around the corner from me. When I
studied disasters past, what amazed me was not just that people behaved
so beautifully, but that, in doing so, they found such joy. It seems
that something in their natures, starved in ordinary times, was fed by
the opportunity, under the worst of conditions, to be generous, brave,
idealistic, and connected; and when this appetite was fulfilled, the joy
shone out, even amid the ruins.
Don’t think of this as simply a description of my hopes for 2011, but
of what was going on right under our noses in 2010; it’s a force we
would do well to name, recognize, celebrate, and enlarge upon now. It is
who we are, if only we knew it.
Rebecca Solnit hangs out with climate-change activists, homeless
advocates, booksellers, civil libertarians, anti-war veterans, moms,
urbanists, Zen monks, and investigative journalists and she sure didn't
write this piece for the money. She is the author of 13 books,
including last year's A Paradise Built in Hell: The Extraordinary Communities that Arise in Disaster, and this year's Infinite City: A San Francisco Atlas.
Copyright 2010 Rebecca Solnit