What seems to define our current era is a tendency toward chaos, a collective feeling that the center will not hold. Edward Luce brilliantly lays out this thesis in his short book, “The Retreat of Western Liberalism.” He maintains that our modern world is defined by chaos and underlain by great uncertainty.
As I look towards the future, I sometimes find myself thinking about how long this mass hysteria will last. Will it define my generation? What is it that triggers such fear and collective self-doubt? The responses to these questions will define my generation (and beyond), and these queries necessitate thoughtful and reasoned research and discussion. Beyond any single specific policy proposal, I think that the manner we view our proposed solutions to be an integral part of the answer.
Any policy or program designed to lead to a more enlightened, peaceful, and prosperous community is based on a specific way of knowing and explaining the world. The paradigms through which we evaluate, analyze, and sort through these competing, and often conflicting, societal blueprints are so personal to our ideology, experience, education, and religion. And they are susceptible to innumerable biases, errors, and incomplete information. As the Apostle Paul wrote, we “see through a glass, darkly.” This seems to be one of the defining characteristics of human existence. Consequently, what political views we hold may be less important than how we hold them.
This lesson has been gradually unfolded to me since 2016. That summer I returned home from a two year mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in Buenos Aires, Argentina. I saw a sort of visible and shocking poverty that I had never fathomed growing up in an affluent northern Virginia town. I had known wealth and comfort and peace and plenty for all my life. At home we left our doors unlocked and our bikes and sports equipment strewn across the lawn day after day. Yet, I came home almost precisely at the moment that Donald Trump secured the Republican nomination for president, a man who had run on the idea of a sick, enfeebled, impoverished, insecure America. I sat staring at the TV, completely shocked, when Trump spoke of “American carnage” at his acceptance speech at the Republican National Convention. The picture he painted reminded me not at all of the community that was America for me. Not surprisingly, he did not win my community, or state, in the election.
Yet, there were many communities that cast their vote for him because, symbolically or literally (or both), they were devastated. And not a ‘developing world’-type devastation. For in many measurable ways they were doing much better, but in another less-measurable sense, much worse. The coffee farm laborer in Nicaragua may be desperately poor, yet tragically this poverty is mirrored all around them and, excepting an escape from the county, this fate may seem unavoidable. On the other hand, a steel worker in Pennsylvania was born with the “American Dream” of self-advancement and material prosperity almost preternaturally, and after seeing other Americans achieve prosperity and fortune, was eventually laid off after 30 years of work with only meager savings. This steel worker is likely to feel a visceral sense of relative deprivation, especially when compared with the idealized wealth of the “coastal elites.”
In one sense the “correct” evaluation of America’s economic and political condition is incredibly relative and subjective. The truth for an unemployed former steel worker in the Rust Belt may be that America is in real and undeniable decline, that any national economic growth hasn’t delivered for them, and that the government only works for the privileged and wealthy. However, the truth for me in 2016 was that America was in a much better political and economic state than most other nations, and that ours was truly a government for the people, by the people.
These diametrically opposed paradigms (neither completely right nor wrong) collided on November 6, 2016. The result was an incredibly uncomfortable awakening to the reality that since the 1970’s our nation was becoming more and more unequal, that there was one America in which advancement and socio-economic progression were realistic, and another in which it was increasingly unlikely. Among many things, some of these symptoms and not necessarily causes, the meritocracy broke down, over-arching macroeconomic policy shifted from full employment to low inflation, capital controls eased, and (as Wolfgang Streeck notes) capitalists employed ‘investment strikes.’
In a sense, then, I was incorrect in my evaluation of the U.S. economy and consequently our democracy, for it was not working for all Americans. Although I still believe Donald Trump was, and is, wrong to blame this on immigrants and trade deals while not acknowledging the deeper roots, he (or his advisers) was right that there is something nagging many in Middle America, something that pushes towards frustration, resignation, resentment, and anger.
Now, nearly three years into Trump’s presidency, the political certainty on either ideological side is irrational and untenable. We hold onto partially true, or even completely flawed tropes to steady ourselves, not realizing that this grasping doesn’t connect us with reality, but rather to a sort of tribal mythology. To combat this, I believe, to paraphrase a college classmate, each of us has a sacred moral obligation to doubt. And not in some sort of fatalistically depressed way, but rather in a honest and searching manner. With the intellectual humility necessary to admit when you are wrong, when your logic is flawed, when your ideas don’t bear fruit. I don’t wish to say that the truth is unknowable or unattainable. I happen to believe in certain unchanging truths, nonetheless, the unchanging beliefs I hold onto happen to be relatively few in number (compared to what I don’t know or yet understand). For any given political question this uncertainty leads to sincere questioning, honest searching, and a gradual shift in perspective. Ultimately, our political models are only as useful as they approximate the world around us. So, if we perversely intend to twist and coax the world down to the comfortable ideological model we built for ourselves, then we should not be surprised to live in a rather twisted up, knotty, and chaotic world that bulges and contorts in all the wrong directions.
We must find ways to work within our ideological frame without being consumed by it. It is for the 21st century citizen to doubt while they believe. Not to cast away these frames, beliefs, or foundations, but to understand that the world is infinitely more complex than our finite vision. To understand that at certain times we must re-order, re-examine, or re-work our paradigms, no matter how long-held or cherished. I am convinced that any re-weaving of the social fabric–the one being torn apart by culture wars, rhetorical battles, and self-interested politicking–must begin with the intellectual humility of doubt, a doubt that enables one to see past ideology and begin to understand another’s arguments. This will combat the chaos of certainty, the delirium of the echo chamber. Meanwhile, as Pastor Jeffers tells Revered Toller in “First Reformed”, “Jihadism is everywhere–even here.”