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I’ve just finished Douglas Murray’s The Madness of Crowds. It is so good that I’m turning round and picking The Strange Death of Europe as soon as my new credit comes due. All the usual—I don’t agree with everything he says—caveating aside (which, honestly, is so tedious, but, as he himself points out, has to be done in the new Social Media age because nobody bothers with things like context) this book is a restful oasis of sanity in a time when I feel like I am going insane.
In the first case, Murray can write, which is a blessing. In the second case, he aptly pulls together lots of different trends, events, and newly minted ideas and makes sense of them in clear and exhaustive—though not exhausting—detail.
His is a surreal yet helpful exegesis of the recent past—events and circumstances even I myself read about as they occurred. This is an unusual experience for me because I missed so much of “recent history.” I was orienting myself to American culture during the Clinton, and really Bush era, and therefore only gained a rational political footing in time for Obama, which, incidentally, was the moment when social media came into full flower. It was a strange time to become politically and socially conscious—the social media/internet age. Murray’s great gift to me is to point out to me that I am not really insane, the madness that surrounds me is new, unprecedented and, well, really unpleasant.
Murray’s basic thesis is that we are living with too many cultural, moral, and philosophical contradictions. The #metoo movement came into its own in a sex-mad world. The two cannot go on living together. One of them will have to lose. Issues of race are back at the forefront at a time when identity is completely fluid. And so, we have both Desmond the Amazing and Rachel Dolezal, which, frankly, (and this is me here) is nuts. Murray catalogs all these various contradictions and more, tracing out their roots and showing why it is all so ridiculous.
In the middle he pauses for an interlude called “On Forgiveness.” In it, he looks back, almost nostalgically, on the Christian underpinnings of the West, how forgiveness was at the very heart of social and ecclesial order. Even if nobody actually forgave anybody else, the ideal was there. One could rise up again after a great fall.
Forgetfulness, he says, is at the heart of forgiveness. A few years go by after an unacceptable social sin and most people forgot that it happened, or don’t remember very well, and so the person who had sinned was able to come back into human society—even if it was only by moving to New Zealand. You could run away, or just wait it out. Some people would never forget, but most people would.
This is no longer possible. Every little thing that any of us thinks or says is preserved forever on the internet. If you really hated me—and some of you do—you could go around and dig up everything I have said and cancel me on Twitter, mainly, but also Facebook. It’s a thing. It happens all the time.
I was trying to explain this to my teenage son, who wants to fight with people online the way his father does. It is his highest aspiration, his hope and dream. Maybe you can do that, I said to him, someday. But you shouldn’t begin your fighting now because if you make one tiny misstep, your life will be over. Not your whole life, of course, but the life you’re telling me you want to have. Some people are allowed to speak and lots of other people are not allowed to speak. You can’t possibly navigate that at the age of fifteen. You need to live on in obscurity, in the shadow, until you really know who you are and what you think. Even then you could be destroyed by the mob. Is that really what you want? Yes, he joked. His timing is almost always impeccable.
I, of course, as his mother, am in the grip of fear. Indeed, every day that I wander out onto the internet I go silently with fear in my mind and my heart….read the rest here!