No Way Out But Up

“No one has any other way left but—upward.” (Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, address at Harvard, June 8, 1978)

After this ghastly campaign, whose ghastliness reached new heights with the performance of the Republican nominee in the first presidential debate, conservatives will have no other way left but—upward. By November 8, the destruction, intellectual and perhaps political, will be too great for us simply to rebuild, renew, reconstitute, or restore. The time will have passed for re-doing anything. Emerging from the wreckage of Trump and Trumpism, it will be necessary to build anew. We will of course have to use materials already at hand, many of them fine materials. We will of course have to learn from the past—the American past and the conservative past. But we will not be able to go back. After 2016, we will need a fresh start.

It will not be the first time. William F. Buckley in 1955 drew, needless to say, on thinkers of the past and the lessons of history. But his conservative movement was not so much a rebirth of something old as a founding of something new. As Buckley wrote in the first issue of National Review,

we offer, besides ourselves, a position that has not grown old under the weight of a gigantic, parasitic bureaucracy, a position untempered by the doctoral dissertations of a generation of Ph.D’s in social architecture, unattenuated by a thousand vulgar promises to a thousand different pressure groups, uncorroded by a cynical contempt for human freedom.

So from the start, the American conservative movement prided itself on offering “a position that has not grown old.”

In 1993, Irving Kristol remarked on the corruption over recent decades of “sector after sector of American life” by “political and social collectivism on the one hand, and moral anarchy on the other.” Kristol continued: “We have, I do believe, reached a critical turning point in the history of the American democracy. .  .  . We are, I sometimes feel, starting from ground zero.” When you start from ground zero, you face a task of construction more than reconstruction.

Ground zero. The phrase was much in use in a different context after the attacks of 9/11. We thought then that those attacks, and the response to them—at times a magnificent response—might presage a resurgence of the American spirit. In March 2002, Tod Lindberg wrote in these pages:

There are no more yellow ribbons. For more than 20 years, in times of travail, the yellow ribbons have come out. The Iranian hostage crisis of 1979-80 called forth a nationwide flowering of yellow ribbons. And at one time or another since then—can this really all have been wrought by Tony Orlando and Dawn singing “Tie a Yellow Ribbon Round the Ole Oak Tree”?—the yellow ribbon has been pressed into service as a symbol of hope amid adversity, an expression of longing for the return of those who are not home. In accordance with past practice, the aftermath of the attack on the twin towers could surely have been an occasion for yellow ribbons: thousands lost and feared dead, the uncertainty of the families of the missing, the conclusion growing inevitable that even the bodies might never be recovered. And in fact, in the first day or two, one did see a few yellow ribbons, usually in a collage with a photograph of someone missing, held desperately by a loved one still in shock. But then, without comment, the yellow ribbons were gone. All the ribbons now are red, white, and blue. The difference between a country full of yellow ribbons and a country full of red, white, and blue ribbons—and buttons, bumper stickers, lapel pins, scarves, neckties, billboards, and flags of all size and description—neatly captures the passing of one era and the birth of another, as well as the character of each. The yellow ribbon is the symbol of the victim—of the aggrieved individual, someone powerless at the hands of the powerful. The victim’s opposite number is the self-satisfied individual, master of his own life and times. The United States of September 10 was a place peopled amply with both types. The private concerns of people, whether satisfied or unsatisfied, were at the forefront of daily life. The red, white, and blue ribbons are the symbol of something different: a nation. Which is to say, Americans with a sense of themselves as a people, countrymen, united by something that is precisely not private. The red, white, and blue were a product of a sudden sense of solidarity, the felt need to express the view that an attack on one is an attack on all. It wasn’t that nearly 3,000 individuals died in the twin towers. It was that they died in an attack on the United States. American solidarity wasn’t born that day; it was revealed. After a long absence, Americans returned to the public square they had left for their private gardens, and to make sure everyone knew, they draped it in red, white, and blue.

But now the public square has returned to where it was before 9/11. In 2016, we are back in Tony Orlando’s America. This campaign is a veritable festival of yellow ribbons. Or worse. It’s a festival of grievance and complaint, of whining—and, to be fair, of a kind of yearning one sees among some Trump supporters, a yearning that isn’t ignoble but which is utterly disconnected from the reality of who their candidate is and what he proposes to do.

So much for American exceptionalism. We’re having a Third World presidential campaign this year. About 45 percent of the primary votes this year were cast either for a clueless socialist or an authoritarian demagogue. The likely next president is a dishonest insider who has turned the trust of public office into the sleaze of a shady business. It’s the United States of Argentina. And it manifests this key characteristic of a failed democracy: a sullen and resentful population, looking to politicians and the government to assuage their problems, manifesting very little of “that honorable determination which animates every votary of freedom, to rest all our political experiments on the capacity of mankind for self-government.”

Self-government is nowhere to be seen in this election. It’s the grievance-mongering of the right vs. the identity-pandering of the left, with those in the center wringing their hands about what others have wrought. Just eight years ago, Barack Obama appealed to hope and change. That seems like another era. Just eight years ago, John McCain spoke of “country first.” That seems like another country.

And of course things will get worse if allowed simply to run their downhill course. There are many more steps down the moving staircase to true decadence. If a new conservatism does not emerge from the destruction around us, we will find ourselves riding the American experiment into the ground.

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