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Wednesday, October 7, 2009, 9:56 AM
James Poulos

Cruelty, the famous theorist Judith Shklar tells us, is the worst thing we do. For small-l and big-L liberals as different as Richard Rorty and George Kateb, cruelty is borne of moral solipsism, an overly me-centric attitude toward experience that blinds us to the truth about the reality of other people. (Obviously there is a popular conservative variant of this position as well.) Rorty and Kateb follow Emerson, Thoreau, and Whitman in agreeing that life outside of politics can be made less cruel to the extent that we realize our unique identity is part of a symbiotic relationship with the ultimate diversity and novelty of democratic life, including the uniqueness and multitudinousness of others. But far and away most liberals think that the most important way to diminish cruelty is through politics. Making politics safe for democracy is itself a task dedicated to getting rid of the politics of cruelty — memorably described by Benjamin Constant as a politics driven by ‘conquest and usurpation’, with oppression sure to follow. The positive upshot of this political project is a thoroughly rights-based liberalism.

(Cross-posted.)

As Isaiah Berlin can tell us, however, rights-based liberalism is caught up in its very essence with our understanding of the difference between — to quote Constant again — the liberty of the ancients and that of the moderns. To put it simply, the classical Greeks had nothing of the public/private distinction that we recognize today, because the whole public sphere was political. Today, we care more about civic life than political life, and our individualist civic liberty looks a lot different than, and does work much different from, the anti-individualist political liberty of, say, Sparta. The point of all this for us today is that even a robust rights-based liberalism is going to draw the public/private line somewhere, demurring from the a totalistic administrative extension of rights and corresponding duties into the minute details of intimate life.

Yet we’ve all watched as sexual-harrassment regulations have advanced into intimate life. Such regulations — and the whole battery of sensitivity-enforcement mechanisms that have come to reflect the utter dominance of Human Resources departments over the businesses and industries that host them — obviously don’t descend on high from Washington. But they’re also clearly tied up with the rights-based view of liberalism, and the liberal political project dedicated to minimizing, if not abolishing, cruelty. Ultimately, the viability of anti-cruelty measures packaged in our sensitivity-enforcement laws depends on a certain kind of constitutional interpretation. So it’s not much of a stretch to say that such laws, although they flourish in the gray area where public seems to mix itself up with private, contribute to a change in the way we segregate life spheres in America. The public/private distinction seems increasingly strained or incoherent in the face of a new divide between the official and unofficial spheres of life — the first a sphere of longitudinal legal regulation, the second a sphere in which we are free to take unregulated latitudes. Sometimes these latitudes look plainly like ‘private’ choices; sometimes they just as plainly involve very ‘public’ conduct.

As soon as we recognize the ways in which we’ve abandoned the public/private divide, however, we begin to see that the official/unofficial divide that replaces it labors under a certain strain. The organizing project of official life — fighting the political war on cruelty — is frustrated and undermined by many of the organizing projects of unofficial life — which, in their toleration or even celebration of mutual use and abuse, subvert or deconstruct the very concept of the cruel. Just as it’s become increasingly difficult to take seriously the principle that we know obscenity when we see it, so are we beginning to lose the ability to know cruelty when we see it. Among Dave Letterman, the girl who slept with him, and the boyfriend who had just moved in with her, who is predator and who prey? For whom does the bell toll? Anyone? Everyone? In our contemporary economy of lusts, longings, and limited-term gratifications, the term ‘cruelty’ — at least as political liberalism understands it — drops out. When liberals dreamed of abolishing cruelty, this isn’t what they had in mind.

And none of this, I think, is happening because we’re becoming ‘less sensitive’. In many ways, we’re more sensitive than ever, sensitive to a fault, neurotically or obsessively sensitive. No, it seems rather that the kind of individuality we’re apt to pursue in unofficial life helps dissolve the unit of analysis on which our definition of cruelty depends. Paradoxically, the latitudinous pursuit of Emersonian individuality in unofficial life seems to be destabilizing and calling into question the solidity of our individual being. Rorty and Kateb lead us to believe that the temptation to be cruel outside of politics is best mitigated, educated, and corrected by the liberal virtue of curiosity. But you have got to be, as our own Peter Lawler has put it, especially ‘old and lame’ not to realize that curiosity is the very motto of those whose individuality destroys the credibility of the concept of cruelty. By the sign of curiosity, they have been conquering and usurping outside official life for quite some time now. It’s true that things aren’t nearly so dire as they were when our great social critics of the ’70s and ’80s (Kristol, Bell, Lasch, Rieff, MacIntyre) were writing. But given the uncanny way in which we’re making cruelty less comprehensible, it’s hard to congratulate ourselves for it.

4 Comments

    Bob Cheeks
    October 7th, 2009 | 12:24 pm

    My only question re: the Letterman affair is, did he require the lady to perform a sex act on/with him in order to keep her job, to get a promotion, to avoid being demoted, or to prevent harassment?
    If, yes, than the matter is best settled by her father/brother/uncle/grandfather/boyfriend/husband in the manner of the 13th century Italians where the perpetrator is severely and publicly beaten with a cudgel, until he screams like a girl or learns to be a gentleman.
    If it was consensual sex, then it’s Letterman’s wife’s problem. And, I would recommend that the wife get him checked for STDs!

    John
    October 7th, 2009 | 10:56 pm

    It seems that Letterman-style humor bridges the public and private. He is cruel in public about public figures, and has made a public career out of it. He has no problem shining his light on the private indiscretions of public figures in order to make a joke about them in such a way that furthers his own pubic persona. However, at times he doesn’t mind ridiculing others simply to satisfy his own private idiosyncrasy. His private cruelty enters the sanitized public world vis a vis his alleged sharp wit. This is what people used to mean when they said he was “mean.” Mean indeed.

    Nonetheless, since it is Letterman, we know that it is merely a joke–and furthermore, it is a joke told to us in the privacy of our own homes. It is our fault if we don’t get it, and we could always change the channel. It’s our choice.

    For Letterman, I suppose it was simply a matter of time before the light he used that to expose the humor in the shameful deeds of others shined in the funhouse mirror itself. It is easy to wink at the expense of others, but harder to wink in defense of one’s own self. It is only a matter of time before the public curmudgeon is shown to be the ass that others in private actually know him to be.

    So who cares? Letterman never pretended to be a paragon of virtue, but it is true that in order for his humor to work, it relied on our old-fashioned sense of decorum. There had to be something shocking about Larry Craig’s or Eliot Spitzer’s behavior. But Letterman was never a scold, and he always intimated with a wink that everyone is a hypocrite anyway. Letterman knows that there is nothing in the world other than the vulgar. (It should be noted that he was not always above showing a sincerely felt righteous indignation, as he showed when when McCain disrespected him by dropping his show in the midst of the fiscal crisis last year).

    Even with the vilest of his calumnies, Letterman could always end his cruel ridicule with an “aw shucks.” He is just a boy from Indiana who loves his momma. He wears high school letterman jackets not only because he is Letterman, but because he is good ol’ middle America of the smart-ass variety. Well aw shucks, Letterman must now be aw shucks about himself. Hee haw!

    Despite it all, Letterman knows his official response to all his troubles–he’s lived in New York long enough to know how the game is played. He probably has a few lawyer friends (and not all of them the “simple country” type). We’re all are persuaded by this because apparently we would say the same thing if we were in the same situation.

    While unofficially gratifying his lust, he still officially knows that he must praise the support of his hard-working and dedicated staff. He tells us that he knows that when you disappoint and offend those you love, it is the most difficult thing in the world to make amends. As is always officially said in such situations, Letterman is truly sorry, and he he says he knows he’s in the “dog house” (Is there a wink in this? Surely his behavior is not as bad as Michael Vick’s? Anyone can cheat on his wife, but cruelty to animals? C’mon!).

    Oh and by the way, Letterman is grateful and honored by the support provided by his millions of fans throughout all this turmoil (cue the applause signs for the in-studio audience).

    Meanwhile, he publicly relates his official story in a way that is unofficially registered in the privacy of our own homes. We concur with it, and roll over for the night’s dreamless sleep.

    Brian
    October 8th, 2009 | 5:32 pm

    “Among Dave Letterman, the girl who slept with him, and the boyfriend who had just moved in with her, who is predator and who prey?”

    And the other employees on set, y’know the ones who didn’t get all that camera time and attention because they weren’t sleeping with Dave, what about them? The notion that society has “abandoned the public/private divide” (tragically!) by paying attention to this matter completely ignores the fact that this was NOT private since it was happening in the workplace, which is pretty clearly “public” by any definition.

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