A progressive Kristallnacht
is coming. That’s the earnest warning issued by Tom Perkins—venture capitalist
and historical parallelist extraordinarie—in a
letter to the Wall Street Journal.
In Perkins’ world, Occupy was a dress rehearsal for fascism, and at any minute
dreadlocked smelly stormtroopers are going to get all smashy-smashy on the
property of today’s “Jews”—that is, on the property of what Perkins calls,
following Occupy’s rhetoric, the “1%”. We could say so many things: about the
anti-Semitic conflation of being wealthy with being Jewish as a means of coding
being against the rich as being against Jews; about how Tom is so distanced
from his Bay Area locality—or is just generally an unimaginative bloke—that he
didn’t think to mobilize the fact that anarchists have smashed windows aplenty in his surrounds, but instead hears
the jangling of shattering glass in the public reaction to Google buses; about
the impoverished imaginaries of the world’s elite, who need to deck themselves
out in the borrowed garments of histories past so as to steel themselves
against the impossibility of their having a future; about the fact that WSJ editorial standards seem so minimal
that, shucks, all of us might as well dust off old poems written in high school
and submit them for the journal’s august consideration. (Direct action:
overload the WSJ editorial mailbox
with re-writings of “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock”!!!!!)
But what if we said that
Perkins, in some bizarre way, is right?
Mightn’t there by a creeping
tendency within liberal progressivism—whatever that is—toward something like
fascism? I live in Chicago, where an authoritarian state buoying itself on a fictive
liberal populism is part of the political ordinary, but this emergent
articulation is evident elsewhere in the wacky world of liberal letters.
Consider Sean Wilentz’s recent nonsense, which basically encouraged us to
defend the state’s agglomeration of massive surveillance powers as a
requirement for defending the thin slivers of the welfare state that remain.
(In the interests of asserting the epistemological soundness of Marxist
futurology, I’ll note that I argued that this was going to be the liberal
response last
June.) But it’s not just the statist turn—or, if not turn, the statist
standing-in-place—of liberal publics that comes to mind as I think through the
articulation of liberalism and fascism. As venture capitalist and social
theorist Tom Perkins insists, Occupy was and is in some sense functional for
what we might think of, however loosely, as fascism.
My thinking on this got
started with a tweet from a pal:
The thing about
the 99% is that it encompasses most fascists and now well meaning, unthinking
people are super hyped about bad politics.
— l.e. sunnyside
long (@beingtherewith) January
25, 2014
And she’s right. Most of us
intuited this Septembers ago. I mean, come on, who of us were able to chant “We
are the 99%!” without bile rising in
the throat? Who of us didn’t find the obsession with finance capital, Wall
Street, and what bonuses rich morons receive to miss the point? We could ignore
all this when the occupations existed, when the positivity of the social world
we were forming overwhelmed the problematic negativity of the imaginary that
got most of us on the streets in the first place. But what work does the ideological
negation of the “1%” do when there is not a positive, material, social force
behind this negation, a force for which negation is simply a derived effect of
world-building?
Let’s say that the politico-cultural
life of fascism consists in the articulation of a populism for which the
negation of a fabulated class enemy functions as a means of obfuscating its
internal unmooring from the materiality of a class that would give it actual
consistency. It is only this fabulation that coheres the set of the “99%” nowadays.
Indeed, occupations were so crucial to Occupy because without them—without the
forms of association, socialization, and politicization they enabled—we
actually need the “1%” to make us a
thing. Lacking the material positivity of class formation that Marx and Engels
called “association,” we ground our non-class first in imaginary acts of
negation (the “1%”) and then, creepingly, more and more and more, we attempt to
positivize this negation through a turn toward the state, by finding in the state
a source of transcendence that will cohere us in and out of our incoherence,
even when this transcendence sucks. Think Wilentz.
Association is hard. That is
the entire point of Marx and Engel’s political work. But it’s an end in itself,
an end whose material positivity exceeds the politics of negation we get
trapped in when we structure our political imaginaries through the party, the
state, capital, and so on. In the well-known words of the young Marx:
When communist workmen gather together, their immediate
aim is instruction, propaganda, etc. But at the same time they acquire a new
need—the need for society—and what appears as a means has become an end. The
practical development can be most strikingly observed in the gatherings of
French socialist workers. Smoking, eating and drinking, etc., are no longer
means of creating links between people. Company, association, conversation,
which in its turn has society as its goal, is enough for them.
For Marx, the desire for
tools with which to negate the transcendent rule of capital (“instruction,
propaganda, etc.”) converts into a plane of immanent sociality where, quite
simply, the workers couldn’t give a fuck about party, state, or capital—they’re
drinking, conversing, associating. It’s at this level of sociality that Marx
pegs his hopes for the future. And us too, I think. Most of the demos, marches,
and protests Occupy put together had as their aim some negation of the
capitalist given, but most of us stuck around for one another. I was always
more trilled that we were shouting together than shouting at anything. And just
think of the nonsense chants, how they expose a pure sociality that is
indifferent to the world that is supposed to be its addressee.
So, let’s say this: Occupy
began as a movement intending the control, regulation, or (in radical cases)
the dismantling of capital, but its radical core consisted in the structured
intuition that all it needed was to intend itself and materially maintain this
intention in time. Communism is that thing where you actually don’t give a fuck
about the rich, and you realize this world to the extent that you retrain your
attention from the pornography of power toward associating—and maintaining
association—with others. It’s hard, sure: yelling at a bank is way easier than
sincerely working through a general assembly. So is yelling to the state to
protect us from the depredations of finance bros. But the real movement of
communism is a movement away from the state and capital and toward one another.
I don’t really like engaging
with or replicating the overburdened symbolics of fascism, but what Perkins
gives us in his hyperbolic invocation of the Reich is a distorted measure of
our failure to materialize ourselves without recourse to a social poetics of
negation or through the transcendent recoding of the state. The trick, I guess
I’m saying, is to start building a world in which I encounter you without first
having to negate the words of a finance bro, a world in which I simply ignore
the hilarious screeds of a class walking on stilts because we’re elsewhere,
doing other things. This isn’t to ignore the work of negativity that
necessarily inheres within any anarchist/communist movement: the capitalist
state doesn’t let us abandon it so easily. The point, rather, is that we will
only be able to contend against this state to the extent that we don’t care
about it, that we materialize the positivity of our sociality in such an
overwhelming fashion that negating state violence is a (necessary)
afterthought. Movements that begin in ideological negation wind up materially
negated: when the militarized thugs of the proto-fascist state broke up
occupation after occupation, how many 99%ers felt so positively attached to the
world they helped make that they stuck around to defend it? Indeed, the
conditions of possibility for Perkins’ future fascism are identical to the
conditions of possibility for Occupy’s historical defeat: our failure to materialize
our social positivity. Negating “the 1%” can
become an alibi for fascism when the only object materializing the negative
will of “99%” is the state; “the 99%” is nothing
when it fabulates its existence through the negation of the “1%”. What remains
to us, then, as we navigate these troubled seas, as we try tacking between the
Scylla of capital and the Charybdis of statism, is the work of association.
Drinking smoking conversing. Working reading arguing.
5 comments:
You've been attending Moishe Postone's lectures, haven't you?
Quite interesting - reminds me at moments of Zizek's critique of Ernesto Laclau's populist reason.
"Let’s say that the politico-cultural life of fascism consists in the articulation of a populism for which the negation of a fabulated class enemy functions as a means of obfuscating its internal unmooring from the materiality of a class that would give it actual consistency." Let's. Or, alternatively, let's try to find a way to say whatever this might mean in a form approximating spoken English.
Oh, the essay to be written on anglophone leftists and their capacity to forget the utterly tortured, necessarily tortured, and/but absolutely illuminating theoretical idiom of those Germans on whose shoulders we stand. Most left writing that doesn't strain sense and syntax is either a) journalism or b) leaves from the notebooks of would-be managers of socialized capital. So, enjoy your social-democratic good common sense and technocratic communicatively-rational prose and I'll keep, like, trying to think new thoughts in new ways, k?
When Robert Reich came to the University to screen his tepid social fascist movie and have his soul searched by liberal hero David Axelrod, I saw a leader of a major Chicagoland progressive (and self-styled "radical") organization convulsively Nazi saluting the former Secretary of Labor out of enthusiasm. So there's that.
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