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Me and Jack Abramoff

In this political season, people talk a lot about the influence of lobbyists and corporate special interests.  This brings to mind the Washington, DC "Inside the Beltway" mentality that my favorite Op-Ed writer, Frank Rich, loves to skewer.  I know that mentality well, having lived in DC for 15 years and having spent nearly seven of those years in a white-shoe law firm two blocks from the White House.  And I have to tell you: it's at least as unsavory as you think.  With this blog entry, I now commit to print things I should probably never say -- and admit.  But what the hell.

I worked with Jack Abramoff.  Well, "worked with" in the sense that I was at the same law firm, which was not all that large and thus brought me into contact with Jack and his minions.  I was an associate at Preston Gates & Ellis in DC from 1991-1998.  Jack arrived at Preston Gates around 1996, bringing with him a retinue of slick staffers and lots of swagger.  I was out at Preston by early 1998, for reasons I'll get to.

The partners at Preston brought Abramoff in because of his connections to the hard right, particularly Newt Gingrich (yuck), Ralph Reed (double yuck), and Tom DeLay (barf!).   Preston had traditionally been a Democratic party shop but now wanted to whore itself out equally to Republican interests -- that's where the lobbying money was as of the mid-1990's because Newt Gingrinch and his crew on the Hill had decreed that the only way for lobbyists to influence legislation was to line up behind the Republicans solely; everyone else would be blacklisted.  Washington watchers will recall that Texas Rep. Tom Delay was one of Gingrich's lieutenants and helped enforce the new rule. 

Abramoff was slick.  When he first arrived at Preston, fresh from producing propagandistic B-movies, he was, literally, really fat.  However he managed to do it, though, he quickly shed something like 80 or 100 pounds and got into flashy, expensive suits and pommade.  Slick.  I remember he walked around the office very fast -- he was always sweating to get somewhere -- trailed by minions, looking very important.   The definition of swagger.

It wasn't long before Abramoff was arranging these very weird junkets to the Northern Mariana Islands, whisking elected officials (Reps, mainly, as I recall) and other VIPs off to fancy digs, golf, one suspects other things, and "tours" of garment sweat shops.  The firm was representing the Northern Mariana Islands, a US possession, in trying to fend off labor regulations that would have improved working conditions on the garment workers and imposed various taxes.  The "tours" were staged events intended to "prove" how great the workers had it.  I don't know the truth of what was happening there, though I have read that it was a pretty dreadful scene, like something out of Dickens.  The VIPs that went on the junkets were treated very well (I have visions of vaguely Polynesian women, very willing and able, being involved in these junkets) and, as I recall, came back to Washington to report favorably on the labor situation on the islands. 

At Preston during this early period of Jack's reign, it was all LA Law drama.  Jack demanded and got his own limo and driver.  Jack wanted a better office and pushed an established lawyer out.  Jack wanted this, Jack wanted that.  Jack Jack Jack.  Everyone spoke about Jack.

I wasn't involved much in lobbying at Preston; I mainly litigated.  However, the tone of the whole firm changed.   It became more mercenary and much more nasty.   One saw people like Ralph Reed stalking the halls -- my god that guy is evil.  Weirdly, however, the firm became much more PC.  One could not talk openly about the reality of racial, gender, religious, or other difference, even in a factual way.  We would all learn, much later, that Abramoff at this time was more or less butt fucking several American Indian tribes and generally being a sleazy bastard, but woe to the employee at Preston who spoke about anything remotely real in the lunch room!  Ralph Reed was in the house, but, Shhh!, don't talk about Jews!

One day, I went to a senior partner of the firm, one who had been very kind to me, even mentoring, over the years, and I asked him, "Why have you brought the devil here?"

"What do you mean," he asked.

"Jack Abramoff is the devil," I said.  "He doesn't belong here."

This was the beginning of the end for me at Preston.  Unbeknownst to me at the time I said those words, the senior partner to whom I complained had been the one who brought Abramoff into the firm and got a big fat finder's fee (I heard it was $250,000) for doing so.   Abramoff and this partner had connections through the Orthodox Jewish community in the northern suburbs of DC (Abramoff famously started his own Orthodox boys' school with proceeds from his raping of the American Indians).    My work pretty much dried up after that; I had very little to do.

Moreover, I admit I was a talker, and I often got in trouble at Preston during my tenure there for, well, talking, about things like race, gender, religion, etc.  That, too, is really weird, because I was the only card-carrying deconstructionist with serious leftist credentials at the firm.  The firm as of 1996 or 1997 had finally rid itself of black lawyers -- one partner had told me that hiring black lawyers had never worked out for them and that they wouldn't do it again.  The only color left in the place was among the staff.  However, secretaries among the staff had learned from Preston's management policies over the years that the surest way to a golden parachute was to cry race or gender.   Preston had paid off a number of staff people over the years, giving them large checks just to leave quietly.   What happened, because of this pattern, was that some people on the staff would basically just sort of check out of actual work: come in late, take long lunches, leave early.

This was untenable, but the firm had trouble firing staff people without giving them a golden parachute.  As an attorney at the firm who needed secretarial support, I found it crazy that I couldn't do anything to actually force a secretary to do work.   What the secretaries did, instead of work much, was keep their ears open for any hint of discussion among the attorneys about race, gender, or religion, and if they heard it, they pounced.   Woe to me.

Now, what you're dealing with at law firms is a tier of highly educated, privileged professionals who are supported by a separate tier of staff people with generally less education, fewer means, and some amount of resentment.  I'm sorry to put it that way, but that's what a large law firm is.  So, the professional tier tends to have lively discussion among its denizens about whatever it is that educated professionals talk about (race, gender, religion, etc), and these discussions often happen in hallways, or with one lawyer standing at another lawyer's door.   The staff people are not supposed to have discussions among themselves in the halls because, well, they don't own the place, they just work there. 

To make a long story short, the last straw for Preston when it came to keeping me around was when a secretary with some amount of native american blood overheard me say, to a rather attractive female colleague that I was forever flirting with, "Hey, you're as tan as an Indian!" 

Sutton, you're out.  Abramoff, let's get some native Americans in here and show them how it's really done!

Abramoff is in prison now.  Several other people -- members of Congress and other Washington insiders -- have been convicted of crimes involving Abramoff.  Preston Gates couldn't make it once all the stuff about Abramoff came out -- it has been absorbed, twice, into larger, more stable firms.  

I have worked for myself since 1998.  Sometimes, when I'm alone in my office, I make outrageous comments just to see if anyone's listening.

Mad Men, Mad World

Having recently discovered and immensely enjoyed the first few episodes of the TV show “Mad Men,” I’ve been thinking about that show’s putative deeply ironic take on the era and settings portrayed in another popular TV show, “Leave It To Beaver.”   Don’t laugh; I’m serious.  My conclusion is that MM, like LITB, goes too far, but that there’s a rationale for doing so.  LITB went too far in presenting an unrealistically rosy picture of what a “traditional” family looks like.  MM, in its turn, goes too far in portraying the “dark side” of LITB.  Both shows are entertaining; both shows succeed despite their falsity because of the need their falsity addresses: finding safety and comfort in the here-and-now.

LITB is usually talked about with a wink, which is a mistake.  LITB does not deserve to be maligned for the way it portrays a post-War American family.  The scenario and themes of LITB are profound and deserve to be talked about.   Furthermore, I believe that they connect to MM in direct ways and that the deeply ironic tone of MM actually overemphasizes the kinds of human depravity that LITB purposefully omitted.  The truth about 1960 probably lies somewhere between LITB and MM.

What I’ve never heard analyzed in LITB is the family’s social stratum, the kind of omission one never sees in discussions of, say, Austen or Eliot.  That’s an odd omission, since LITB takes place in a time period (approximately 1957-1962) of extreme social mobility made possible by the fallout (the dislocations, we might say) from WWII.  It’s just this kind of recent-past period of change that Austin, Eliot, and other authors use to illustrate their concerns about social mobility.

LITB was created to help people and families shattered by WWII understand how to adjust to a new, unprecedented American social structure.  Yes, it was a salve, but in the best sense, that of something to heal wounds that were still quite fresh.  I don’t believe that it was an anaesthetic, which is the usual charge against it.

The early episodes of LITB drop some hints about the Cleavers that I believe are crucial to understanding why LITB was created: 

Perhaps the single most important thing that we learn is that Ward Cleaver is a WWII Navy veteran, having been in the Pacific theater.  We don’t know precisely what he did and saw (he’s described as having been in the engineering corps (the Seabees)), but that’s not as important as the fact that he’s a man of middle age of a manly, more or less conservative and conformist disposition who played his part in the War.   He now works as a mid- or upper-level white collar manager of some kind, suggesting that he benefitted from the GI Bill.  But he’s still in a uniform, right? 

Another interesting hint is dropped when June's upper-class aunt comes to stay with the Cleavers and attempts to impose brahmin order on the household.  From this, it seems clear that June Cleaver has come from an upper or upper-middle class background.  The way the aunt grates on Ward suggests that he comes from a more "sensible" middle-class or perhaps even lower background.  I suspect that most people watching the show assume that Ward went to college on the GI Bill and that this permits him the upward mobility to get a pretty, accomplished, educated wife (June went to college and, indeed, met Ward at college).

In Ward, then, is a man's man that a lot of people from that era probably related to, and as importantly, a man that American society’s leaders of this era – veterans – could identify with strongly.   I offer the personal reflection that when I was a kid, I thought of Ward Cleaver as stern-but-fair, and I thought of him in the same company as WWII-veterans that I knew (uncles, neighbors, my parents’ bosses, Shriners, Masons, etc).   

I believe that Ward Cleaver is being held up, in LITB, as a model for other American men of his ilk to emulate in order to help them understand and deal with the problems of the “home front.”  Think of LITB as a sort of finishing school for PTSD-afflicted vets.

I also believe that the Cleavers are being held up as a promise or reward to aging veterans, showing them what the peace dividend could be – a beautiful wife (yes, I groove on June Cleaver, and my wife torments me with this fact), apple-cheeked, obedient children, a great house, a stable job, a good car.   I see nothing wrong or naïve about offering to scarred veterans of a horrendous war a vision of domestic peace and tranquility that helped them deal.  We rightly cringe at the implicit shackling of these adults in their sex-defined roles, but that’s our privilege two generations later.  The privilege for a war-scarred veteran was, precisely, to get his wife out of a war factory and into a quiet domesticity.  I don’t think we can judge the impulse behind the creation of LITB or the people who enjoyed it for what it was.

Likewise with Mad Men, which probably overdoes the sexism, racism, and homophobia of its era.   The impulse here, I believe, was to create a show that makes us feel better about our own era of misguided imperialism that has left us embarrassed, culturally embargoed, and guilty collectively of torture and war crimes.  I believe that the reason for the popularity of MM is that it gives us a way to rehabilitate our self-worth.  At least we’re better than they were back then, seems to be the message.

The central character in the early episodes of MM is Don Draper, a mysterious, supremely manly figure who seems to be a decorated veteran (interestingly, of Korea not WWII) and who by 1960 is a senior executive at a Madison Avenue ad firm.  The first few episodes dwell mainly on the smokey, philandering, boozing, and bossing life that Draper leads.  He’s a picture-perfect post-war American Dad as well as a womanizer, liar, manipulator, and bastard (both literally and figuratively, it appears).  To everyone around him, he appears to have everything and to be living the American dream, yet he’s oddly unhappy most of the time.   As we learn more about Draper, we learn that there’s a dark side to almost every aspect of his public persona.  He turns out literally to have another identity.

It occurs to me that LITB’s Ward Cleaver is a potent father character in part because he always reins in the darkest side of his character (manifest in the show as him blowing his stack fairly regularly).  In MM, Don Draper is hopelessly unable to control his darkest impulses.  Appearing to be the perfect, handsomest, strongest-jawed Dad, he is in fact a failure as a father and a husband.  He’s only a success in two areas: work, where he’s in the image-making business, and womanizing.  That is, he succeeds in duplicity, not faithfulness.  In one episode, he will try to whisk his beatnik Village mistress off to Paris with the bonus check that he might have used to fulfill his wife’s request for a summer cottage.  This is far, far from the persona of Ward Cleaver.

Why does MM make a character like Don Draper its central character?  Why does MM’s creator deem such a subject worthy of focus over a character like Ward Cleaver?  I come back to my earlier point: because we want to believe that Don Draper is no longer ascendant in our cultural moment.  We are better than that; we’ve come a long way; we’re not the bad-guy torturers shown in Abu Ghraib videos, not really.

Is this justifiable, is this the salve we need, is this our analogue to LITB?  I enjoy MM, but I wonder.  LITB, and other shows of its ilk, like Andy Griffith, offered warmth.  MM offers cool, often cruel, irony; it’s an icy cocktail.  Perhaps the only way we can generate warm feelings about ourselves now is to mock the greatest generation.  While we torture innocents, they dodder off harmlessly into senility, easy, undefended targets for our cruel, sophisticated irony.

Law and Radicalism

I've previously blogged about post-structuralism in the context of the liberal arts curriculum.  By the time I got to law school in 1987, the notion that "critical theory" should be taken up by those seeking to challenge established institutions and ways of teaching had infiltrated even legal studies.  This strikes me as extremely peculiar now, with the benefit of hindsight, though at the time it seemed reasonable enough to me.  If radical theories could be brought to bear to tear down ossified intellectual edifices in the undergraduate realm (like structuralism, for instance), why couldn't they inform radical criticism of the legal system?

The three chief approaches back then were "law and economics," which analyzed and legal opinions of judges through the lens of economic efficiency; "critical legal theory," which did the same same thing via left-wing philosophy; and "feminist legal theory," which used disparate strands of feminism to examine the law.   I tormented myself with all three approaches both at law school and in my graduate liberal arts studies.

Now, twenty years on, I believe much of that intellectual effort (and torment) to be wasted.  Why did I bother back then?  I really loved the academy, and I envisioned myself one day ensconced there with tenure.  I ultimately didn't have anything like the credentials to get a good teaching post, so it was to be the work world for me.  But I still felt the call.  A good buddy of mine, far more credentialed -- in fact, brilliant -- never landed a teaching career despite a couple years' trying following multiple graduate degrees.  Whether from bitterness or, as we tell ourselves now, a better grip on reality, we're both firmly convinced that trying to foist new theories upon law students in particular is a dubious enterprise. 
The problem, as I see it, is that no matter how much we might wish to deny it, the law is more or less of a closed system.  It evolves a bit over time, but the work I do each day does not differ in any meaningful way from the work of a 17th Century English lawyer.  I don't accost local judges with feminist critiques of their opinions.  I don't suggest to clients that they challenge existing law with leftist notions of income redistribution.  The law just doesn't work that way.

I have come to believe that many of us -- and especially academics -- end up in particular spheres in our work lives and that these spheres have too much at stake in maintaining their own boundaries to permit significant encroachment from other spheres.  If anything, a given sphere works to expand into other spheres.  Thus,  academic theorists have tried to expand their sphere into ordinary legal practice.   Likewise, lawyers have tried to impose legality and legal structures onto the academy. 
The upshot, in my experience, is that competing spheres may or may not succumb to such outside influence, but that the Normans usually Anglicize rather than the other way around.  That is to say, a sphere under threat inoculates itself with a weakened dose of the serum.  I think that the law has done just that: incorporated a few hollow phrases here and there from the critical theories that have taken aim at it, but largely gone on about its business. 

Day to day, in the practice of law, a lawyer has to work within the norms of the system to be effective.  When I first started practicing, I used to bang my head against the wall trying to incorporate critical theory somehow into what I was doing.  "God damn this patriarchal legal decision!"  But I never found a way to make it happen.  There was certainly no place for it in legal briefs, legal research memos, letters to clients, or hearings before judges.  When I tried another tack, writing articles for legal publications, my colleagues mainly laughed; and the publications rejected the articles. 

Issues in spheres other than the law are important and need to be recognized by the legal system.  In my experience, however, this is done through tried and true procedural mechanisms of the legal system.  No matter how much you may wish to have the judge stick it to the rich, or to the man, or to the chauvinist pig, the only way that's going to happen is through a case following the procedures that lawyers use.   
That doesn't sound very radical, but it can be.  The trick with the legal system is to be persuasive and to prevail.  What really great lawyers do is achieve radical aims by lawyering brilliantly, and that's a skill not to be undervalued.  Thus, great lawyers have persuaded judges to protect animals, abused children, battered spouses, and the like.  Great lawyers have convinced judges to free the innocent.  Great lawyers have achieved radical aims.

It's not just lawyers.  Regular people achieve radical legal results, but by direct political action rather than specifically legal action.  People convince legislatures to change, among other things, the rules of legal procedure and the substantive law itself.  In that way, lawyers have new avenues for bringing argument, evidence, and strategies into the legal process that were not valid prior to legislative changes. 

I'm not current on events in the academic world, and I don't know what has become of critical legal studies.  I assume that they are still taught and that bright-eyed law students still believe that radical theory equals radical change.  I don't believe that anymore, though I'm glad that I believed it once -- it was fun in its way to believe that words alone could make a difference.  In the real world, I have found that radical change results from a lot of sweat from a lot of people.  Pretty words are part of the game but subsidiary to skilled, informed, appropriately directed effort.

Consciousness and Biological Reductionism

There’s a long-standing debate among thinkers on matters of religion, physics, and biology about the nature of consciousness.  Is consciousness merely a product of physiological processes or is it more, somehow metaphysical in nature?  I won’t elaborate on the extensive features of this debate, because I have another aim here, but this is still a lively topic.  Several recent books by prominent writers on science assume a strongly biological stance on consciousness and, by extension, on religion.  See, for example, Richard Dawkins’ The God Delusion.  While I understand that progress on understanding physiological processes (like brain functions) tends to spur thinking on such matters, I’m nevertheless surprised that such books continue to be written and published.  I mean, what more is there to say, really?  Those on the side of science tend towards biological reductionism; those on the side of religion tend towards metaphysics.  How many converts can one really hope to win?  Who really expects one side to entirely prevail in the debate?

What interests me more right now is still at the intersection of science and religion, but it’s less about biology than about physics.  Consider that we humans are all individuals with our own little things going on living on a nice little planet somewhere on the outer edge of a seemingly average galaxy.  We have physical bodies with brains that seem to be more or less the locus of our mental exertions and consciousness.  We don’t, by contrast, seem to have consciousnesses that extend outwards to, say, the moon (though certainly our imaginations and delusions do).  Nor do we seem to be able to literally live through the conscious lives of others, nor they of ours.  Each of us is in a deep sense alone, though we like to think that love and other emotions help us bridge the gaps between us (and they certainly feel as if they do).

Now consider some extensions of the sobering facts about who we are and where we are.   It now appears the universe we live in, while not literally infinite, is mind-bogglingly large.  It’s not that there are millions of stars, or billions, or even trillions:  there are trillions upon trillions of galaxies, meaning that there are stars that number in the large powers of ten – numbers that I’m sure have a name but which are not practical numbers that we ever use or would need to remember.  Think again about our individual consciousnesses which, though certainly important to each of us and looming large in our, uh, consciousnesses, are barely a puff of smoke in the scheme of the physical universe.  On the one hand, a vastness of matter, energy, and probably consciousnesses beyond reckoning; on the other, modestly-sized beings on a small watery planet with jello-like brains that are the seat of individual consciousnesses.  Why would we ever believe that our individual lives and our kind of consciousness have any significance other than what we, in our “feeling of what happens” to quote another writer on science, Antonio Damasio, ascribe to them?

I won’t presume to offer an answer here, but I have been going through some thought experiments lately.  I don’t know if ideas like mine have any currency at all out there in the broader publishing world, so I might be duplicating someone else’s original thinking; but here goes.

A Blurred Boundary Between Consciousness and The Rest of Creation

I long thought of consciousness as absolutely bounded in the physical body, the human body, and in particular in the brain.  To a great extent, I still think that way – I don’t know how not to think that way.  But the matter of boundaries is, in general, a problematic one to me now, and I think that the general problem applies equally to the specific case of humans and their consciousness.

Consider an example.  I build a stone wall around my garden.  I think of the soil and plants as the garden and the wall as a barrier or boundary beyond which there is no garden.  Yet this is a chimera.  The barrier is simply matter in a slightly different configuration, one that is far more difficult for, say, my hand to pass through than air.  I punch the air, no bruise; I punch the wall, a bruise.  To me, that’s a barrier.  However, I am just another kind of configuration of matter, one that cannot without additional steps pass through the matter configuration composing the stone wall.  Not so of, say, neutrinos, which are quite possibly “matter” as well and have no difficulty passing through the wall.  The terms “barrier” and “boundary” mean something to us in general usage and have value – fewer hospital visits being not the least significant – but should not be confused or conflated with the actual goings-on of the universe. 
This is not a trivial point.  Of neutrinos we know quite little – we think but are not sure whether they have mass.  But there are some shocking new certainties about the universe beyond our consciousness that go far beyond the suspected mass of neutrinos.  It now seems certain that most of the mass in our universe is entirely hidden from us and does not interact with us at all except through gravitational effects that we don’t even understand.  The universe that we see and know is about 10% of the whole – a sliver.  Thus, 90% of the universe is around us all the time but is not interacting with us – its hand is going right through our stone wall.

I believe that this boundary problem should be factored into our thinking about consciousness.  Thus, is it possible that the physical/physiological aspects of consciousness are not entirely localizable in the matrix of matter that we observe?  I won’t dare suggest, as some hokey new-age writers do, that “energy”, loosely termed, is psychic glue of some kind.  Nor do I believe that loose talk about “string theory” as having something to do with metaphysical consciousness is useful (or even makes sense).  What I do suggest is that a science that so self-righteously declared “the end of science” (Horgan, “The End of Science”), might equally well have missed something about consciousness when it asserted that all that was left to do in physics was tidying-up the list of fundamental particles.

I’m suggesting that consciousness, deriving from not just chemical, but also and of necessity particle interactions that we know next to nothing about, may have a more porous relationship to the physical universe than we can observe as of now.  That is to say, continuing with the analogy of the stone wall, the stones may be something on the order of dry-laid, with gaps large enough for our hand to pass through unscathed.  I will continue thinking about this issue and hopefully touch on it again in a future blog entry.

The Form of Consciousness

My first point was that human consciousness might not be bounded in the physical universe in the way that hard-core biological reductionism would posit.  My second point, tangentially related to the first, is that if consciousness is not strictly boundary-limited in that way, that fact suggests that consciousness is a phenomenon of a sort that need not be strictly “biological” in the way we understand biology. 
Again, because of our own uniqueness from our own embedded point of view, it’s natural for us to think of consciousness as distinctly a feature of a certain sort of biological creature, if not necessarily of a human.  Science fiction often dreams up examples of biological creatures different from us who also have consciousness.  However, this is not a difference in kind; it is assumed, for example, that the creature in question has some sort of brain that works more or less like we expect a brain to work.  A reasonable assumption, perhaps, if we project our kind of evolution as a good model for the universe.  (Science fiction also dreams up robots that obtain consciousness, about which more below).

However, projecting our kind of evolution as a model now seems absurd given both the size of the universe and the quantity of matter that we cannot understand or account for.   That is because our statistical significance would seem to be very small and unrepresentative.  Were there merely the observable universe, we’d have a better case.  It would be entirely reasonable to make the a priori assumption that we are both nothing special and therefore probably close to the average of things.  I like this kind of statistical reasoning a lot, since it’s both humble and elevating at the same time.  However, when it becomes clear that our kind of biological organization occurs in a very small sliver of the matter in the universe, it’s much harder to use that kind of reasoning.  There is no longer a reason to believe that we are average, and it might be better to assume that we are a rarity among kinds of matter organization.

Now, the statistical argument, it seems to me, is that our kind of consciousness is but one kind of many that in a universe on the scale we’re now talking about, there are probably many routes to consciousness.  (Let’s set aside for a later blog the issue of robot-consciousness, not because I don’t believe it can happen but because it isn’t an example of consciousness arising from a non-conscious process.  Consciousness created by a consciousness is a different category (whether it’s robots or the God-human idea)).

The core question or insight or whatever you want to call it is this: why is it necessarily the case that consciousness must arise within a biological being of the type we’re familiar with and be bounded by a biological matrix of that type of being?  Isn’t it about as likely that consciousness has arisen at various times and in various ways?  For example, might there be a consciousness that arises from a physical process of some unearthly kind?  And might not that consciousness occupy a vastness of physical space from our vantage point, though nothing but a trifle from its own?

This question can only have arisen in its strongest form with the discovery that the matter of the universe is far more extensive and mysterious than that which we see.  It’s still a relevant question under the old view, but what power it takes on when statistically we have so little reason to view ourselves as even average!

There is definitely a religious way to view this: there might well be a consciousness that is physically vast and that manipulates large amounts of matter (relative to our size and scale, that is, but still small on a universal scale) and that (or perhaps I should say “and who . . .”) is involved in or set in motion the processes that gave rise to us.  That might be a kind of “god.”

Another, less religious way to view this is that consciousness might be encountered in many forms, and we would be unwise to limit our searching for answers to that which seems so familiar to us.  More, it would be foolish to venture recklessly into the universe (we’re talking the long-term, here) in the belief that we are in any way privileged or unique.  Tread lightly.

The Source of Law -- A Timely Rejoinder

My ruminations on the source of law were timely — the psychologist Steven Pinker published a feature-length article in the January 13, 2008 New York Times Magazine on precisely the same issue.  In his article, Pinker offers up some very challenging moral dilemmas that challenge the idea that there can be a “universal morality.”  However, Pinker ultimately supports a kind of universal morality grounded in evolutionary biology.  He terms this a “new science of the moral sense.”  The article, entitled “The Moral Instinct,” provoked me to submit a letter to the Times:

The source of morals, a problem addressed by Steven Pinker (“The Moral Instinct”), has bothered me since college, when a philosophy professor of mine raised one of the same moral problems (a commandment to torture a child) on the first day of class.  Like Pinker, I tend to come down on the evolutionary or biological side of things but still squirm at mere biological reductionism.  Something seems irredeemably unacceptable about the torture of a child.  Breaking through our gut feelings here is difficult, and I doubt we’ll ever get access to the mind of the creator – “is this right?”.
One assumes that all conscious beings in our universe will be much like us, fragile, oozy bags of guts and fluids resulting from an improbable process of natural selection rather than from the spontaneous generation of mechanical devices (robots, for example).  Given the high unlikelihood that consciousness should arise at all, and given also the enormous amount of energy and information expended by nature in the processes giving rise to conscious beings, wouldn’t it be bizarre if the resulting consciousness could tolerate, for example, the torment of its offspring? 

I suspect that any process of sufficient duration and energy expenditure would generate a self-correcting mechanism for events that threaten to halt that process.  Morals might be such a self-corrective.  That doesn’t mean that morals don’t still echo the sentiments of a creator, but it does suggest that any creator is more involved up-front in affairs than later on, once the process has been set in motion.

Pinker’s article spurred my thinking on the matter of algorithms as applied to evolutionary biology.  Readers of Stephen Wolfram will recognize this line of reasoning.  I will address this in more detail in another post.

Where do legal systems come from?

In the years before post-structuralism made it to the provinces, my red-cheeked eagerness to be “pre-law” led me into an undergraduate philosophy of law course.  I had no idea what law had to do with philosophy, and also I had done very badly in the freshman philosophy survey course; but I convinced myself this was something I should do.  In the event, the course would alter my trajectory in life.  Not in the obvious way, as in, learning something that I believed in.  Far from it: I rejected then and reject now much that I read that semester.
The teacher was adjunct at that time.  He ultimately didn't win tenure in the philosophy department after years of slogging in the teaching trenches.  He took his graduate philosophy degree with him to law school, went into law practice, had a family, and continued to feed his pedagogical hunger by teaching college kids at night (and still does, I believe). 
He began the first 3-hour night class by posing a simple hypothetical.  Assume, he posed, the most heinous acts imaginable against an infant child – abuse, mutilation, the works.  Now, he asked, can you give me any scenario under which such acts are justifiable?  Further, is there any possible way that such acts are not always and everywhere wrong?  Such questions invoke the doctrine of natural law.  As it developed, the entire semester’s readings reflected, in some way, his interest in natural law.  I didn’t accept it then and don’t now, but I was angry enough to work to refute it. 
The idea, not very politic in the academy of the early-1980’s, was that immutable values and truth existed and that it was possible, with philosophical inquiry, to get at those values and truths.  The answer to the infant child hypothetical is that the acts are always and everywhere wrong, independent of anyone’s cognizance or appreciation of those acts.  That is, there is Wrong and Right.  It takes little intellectual bootstrapping to set these up as reflections of a deity who is the benchmark for the standards, and I suspected that the teacher was a religious person.  At all events, he was something of a throwback as of 1985, though similarly conservative minds would soon come out swinging with fear-mongering attacks on fashionable philosophical ideas.
About a year later, post-structuralism established beachheads in the second and third tier universities like mine, and those of us invited to the party were excited.  This was the whole relativism debate, with critics on the right attacking the universities for promoting godlessness and for abdicating any adherence to “values.”  These attacks were reminiscent, to me, of the philosophy of law instructor’s tenets, though they were stated less forthrightly, less baldly religious in tone. The arguments were not pointedly about absolute right and wrong – natural law – so much as the tenets of “western” culture: truth, beauty, love, those kinds of things, and the great books from classical times to the 19th century that were argued to traffic in these things.
Post-structuralism, variously called post-modernism, deconstructionism, critical theory, or none of these, depending on whom you consult, had to do with validating different perspectives in the evaluation of cultural artifacts (art, books, music, movies, etc.).   That is, people bring different perspectives to the table when interacting with cultural artifacts, and their reactions and interpretations are all of equal worth.  In practice, the critic refers to cultural artifacts other than the one under scrutiny to develop the critical perspective on the work.  Thus, the critic might refer to the works of Marx in explicating a novel by Dickens.  In that instance, we would say that the “perspective” of the critic is leftist.  It often happened, in post-structuralist criticism, that leftist theorists, Freud, and feminists were the chief references -- the critical touchstones -- and this tended to enrage (and engage) the political right and practically demand that post-structuralism be damned as abhorrent. 
Post-structuralism’s seeming dominance in the academy of the mid and late 1980’s galvanized conservatives both inside and outside of the academy.  In the end, Post-structuralism won the cultural wars, but only by becoming defanged and irrelevant.  The critical move of validating differing interpretations of cultural artifacts is now de rigueur and meaningless, a sort of bad warm-up joke before a keynote speech.  Writers clear their throats by acknowledging multiple perspectives on a subject then go on to discredit everyone’s views but their own, in the time-honored tradition of criticism. 
I have long agreed with Stanley Fish, a founder and still the most clear-eyed post-Structuralist, that “post-Structuralist philosophy” is a contradiction in terms.  Post-structuralism doesn’t tell you anything that really matters, for all its deconstructionist glee in knocking down the monuments of Western culture with expositions of their (take your pick) phallocentrism, dialectical materialism, anal retentiveness, and all the rest.  All it really tells you is that people argue by their lights and really do believe in things very deeply.  It should come as no surprise that the critic who uses Marx to explicate Dickens reliably votes Labour; it would be quite surprising to learn otherwise or to hear that same critic praise Margaret Thatcher’s policies.  I doubt that such a critic teaches you anything truly new about Dickens’ work, though you probably do learn a lot about how people on the left wish you to view Dickens; perhaps that is something worth knowing.  Philosophy, however, it is not. 
I long cherished the hope that post-structuralism would provide the answer to my philosophy of law teacher's hypothetical – can heinous acts against a young child ever be justified or ever be right – and only reluctantly did I put post-structuralism aside as inadequate to the task.  I agree with the prof. that it’s impossible for a society to tolerate such harms, so deeply ingrained in us is the sense of their outrageousness and so grievous is their real damage.  The problem for me has always been the project that inevitably follows this conclusion: the construction of a system of rights and wrongs with perfect predictive power – that is to say, a rigid moral system and, finally, a rigid legal system based on that moral system: the doctrine of natural law.  Since I believe, deeply, that any such system is both impossible to construct in a truly pluralistic society and, were it somehow accomplished, profoundly oppressive, I have looked elsewhere for answers.

 

 
 

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