Historians and long-view
intellectuals teach us about our giants. And audiences in the tens of thousands
listen to them. This year has already produced villainous buffoons of historic
proportions, on both sides of the Atlantic. David
Brooks provides a handy list of Englishmen to complement every thinking Englishman’s
choice of Manhattan’s Donald Trump.
Playing with the fatal
flaws of David Cameron and Trump—one’s disastrously obsessive calculations and
the other’s terrifying crowd-pleasing impulses—confirms that entertainment can
be educational. Otherwise entertainment would’ve already destroyed our species.
Also, of course,
getting personal can win elections and does assist voters in selecting whom they
want to lead from the menu they’re offered on Election Day. Focusing on the
individual is fine for partisans and their Facebook chorus. But it’s for the
moment and not obliged to tell the whole story. We leave that work to trusted
historians.
History’s professional
storytellers do influence us, but
they too consistently emphasize the players, not the ideas that keep holding us
back. They warn us that history repeats
itself because humans don’t learn from their mistakes. They too are human.
Historian Barbara
Tuchman wrote a highly influential blockbuster The Guns of August about the leadership that launched the First
World War. Following her lead, Doris Kearns Goodwin and Margaret Macmillan and
other esteemed scholars have also produced highly influential books on the prejudices,
secret demons, and follies of the leaders at Versailles, the launch of two world wars and the second Iraq War, the collapse of the Soviet Union, the Bay of Pigs,
Vietnam, and the Great Recession of 2008.
Bad things happen
when the bad guys get power.
We’ve all grown up
to despise the carelessness of the aristocrats that launched the First World
War. Yet we know relatively little about the power of the popular convictions—especially,
a righteous nationalism—that they relied on to keep the slaughter grinding on
for four years.
We read widely—including
the gossip of maids and former employees, psychobabble, and the hunches of speech
and body language experts—to get a fix on the temperament of the next man or first
woman to carry America’s nuclear Red Button around for the next four years.
However, the climate of laissez-faire tolerance toward the existence of that
insane Red Button receives only passing notice.
Observers spot
crypto-fascist flashes in the words of the Brexit leaders and the tweets of
Donald Trump. Further, they see their
wins as evidence of a raging, hurting middle class, brutalized by
globalization. Yet not one of these demagogues has demonstrated excessive
passion, either right or left, for exercising state power. At the same time, we
also know that real family incomes are up and that government spending as a
share of GDP is today approximately what it was back in 1970—when Reagan was a
governor, and Margaret Thatcher a backbencher.
Be hard on politicians,
by all means. However, worrying that today’s clowns are working up to match the
monsters of the 1930s is a waste of time. Let’s be harder on the old abstractions
they’re playing with. How nationalist emotions, unbounded by external
entanglements, can be both self-destructive and dangerous.
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