It is hard, perhaps impossible, not to be cynical about politicians. Our institutions have singularly failed us, repeatedly. As the man credited with the title of first anarchist, Pierre-Joseph Proudhon, wrote:
To be ruled is to be kept an eye on, inspected, spied on, regulated, indoctrinated, sermonised, listed and checked-off, estimated, appraised, censured, ordered about, by creatures without knowledge and without virtues. To be ruled is, at every operation, transaction, movement, to be noted, registered, counted, priced, admonished, prevented, reformed, redressed, corrected. It is, on the pretext of public utility and in the name of the common good, to be put under contribution, exercised, held to ransom, exploited, monopolised, concussed, pressured, mystified,
robbed; then, at the least resistance and at the first hint of complaint, repressed, fined, vilified, vexed, hunted, exasperated, knocked-down, disarmed, garroted, imprisoned, shot, grape-shot, judged, condemned, deported, sacrificed, sold, tricked; and to finish off with, hoaxed, calumniated, dishonoured. Such is government! And to think that there are democrats among us who claim there’s some good in government!
Such a statement must have seemed overly dramatic in 19th-century France, but is there anybody now that would not recognise much that is familiar in the governments of the 21st-century?
This isn’t a political blog (though everything is political). Reading JM Coetzee sent me flicking through my anarchist notebooks for context. In Age of Iron, Coetzee’s narrator writes of the South African administration but it applies to any:
The parade of politicians every evening: I have only to see the heavy, blank faces so familiar since childhood to feel gloom and nausea. The bullies in the last row of school-desks, raw-boned, lumpish boys, grown up now and promoted to rule the land. They with their mothers and fathers, their aunts and uncles, their brothers and sisters: a locust horde, a plague of black locusts infesting the country, munching without cease, devouring lives. Why, in a spirit of horror and loathing, do I watch them? [..] Legitimacy they no longer trouble to claim. Reason they have shrugged off. What absorbs them is power and the stupor of power.
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Yes, this is all true. So, where do politicians come from? By what force or right do they remain politicians? And how are the institutions that have singularly and repeatedly failed us created?
Excellent piece. I am sharing it with the renowned philospher here in London, a relation of mine, Eilif Verney-Elliott!
Thank you.
Your questions deserve a lengthier response and conversation, but in short, we get the politicians and institutions we deserve. AND: Different times have found alternative solutions. BUT: There is a deeper concern, which Adorno addresses effectively, about how the political elite (whether politicians or not) have contrived to pacify the populace to tolerate their contempt.
I was thinking in more concrete terms: We regularly elect our politicians. They remain in their positions because we want them to, and we continually reaffirm support for our system of government (“democracy”) that perpetuates the institutions we’ve created, despite the fact that the institutions repeatedly fail us. So we must like it this way, no?