Thursday, July 13, 2006

Hofstadter Redux

The last Hofstadter book I remember reading while I was in the final throes of my doctoral exams was Anti-Intellecturalism In American Life. Little did I know that I later would spend one-third of my life in the pit of anti-intellectualism known as the Collegium Excellens. If this is (fair & balanced) sorrow, so be it.

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Get Me Revision! Remembering Richard Hofstadter
By Carlin Romano

Years ago in Albuquerque, at a conference rich in themes of American Indian philosophy and the Southwest's Spanish legacy, a local journalist tossed a thought at me that I found epiphanic in its elegant yet caustic common sense.

"The difference between the Eastern establishment and us is really simple and geographic," he said, more or less. "You think American history moves from right to left. We think it moves from left to right, except all those folks on the right started heading in our direction. You read American history like Hebrew. We read it like, if you will, Spanish!"

I'd spent two decades appreciating nuances of socially constructed European philosophy. Hypercritical literary attitudes toward theory came naturally. But I realized at that hotel cafe, with internal shamefacedness, that I'd now caught how even the most basic engine of American history lies in the eye of the Americanist, professional or not.

My opaqueness presumably began in experiencing grade-school civics before the American Revolution became a subfield of "Insurrections in Atlantic Civilization," before American exceptionalism yielded to "We Ain't Nothin' Special"-ism, a time when Crispus Attucks and Phillis Wheatley satisfied the faint impulse toward tokenism. For intellectuals as for everyone else, the hardest feat is to break free of the standard history of one's country and religion. We absorb it at an age when critical skills remain weak, when our vulnerability to "natural" truths is at its peak. As Richard Rorty once remarked, most of us have cartoon versions of history and philosophy in our heads, though their hold on us differs.

Eventually, most wised-up readers of history come to agree with the advice of E.H. Carr, cited and honored by David S. Brown, that "Before you study the history, study the historian." The payoff of Brown's effort comes in Richard Hofstadter: An Intellectual Biography (University of Chicago, 2006), an incisive interpretive profile.

In choosing Hofstadter (1916-70) to explore Carr's rubric, Brown, associate professor of history at Elizabethtown College, fixes on a man who occupied a position continually rewarded by America's intellectual establishment, but not often scrutinized: King of American History. It comes with a chair at a prestigious and preferably Ivy institution, and an open invitation to write for the most prestigious opinion magazines and book reviews. Think Gordon Wood and (still) Arthur Schlesinger Jr., with Sean Wilentz one middle-aged prince. As Brown puts it of Hofstadter, "For nearly 30 years ... he wrote the best books for the best publisher, won the best prizes, and taught in the best city, at the best school, at the best time."

Translation: The hugely influential Social Darwinism in American Thought, 1860-1915 (1944), published when the author was 28, was followed by his extremely significant The American Political Tradition (1948). Pulitzers greeted The Age of Reform in 1956 and Anti-Intellectualism in American Life in 1964. He held a Columbia professorship for 24 years in the dramatic era from World War II's aftermath through McCarthyism and 60s turmoil.

Brown establishes Hofstadter's sparkling achievements, nearly a dozen books in a quarter century of active scholarship. He rightly attributes his subject's fresh slant in a once largely WASP field to growing up the son of a Polish Jewish father and German Lutheran mother and spending his modest early days as a University of Buffalo undergraduate. Although Hofstadter experienced personal tragedy — his first wife, journalist Felice Swados, died of cancer in 1945 when son Dan was a toddler — he kept to his goal of publishing himself out of a University of Maryland assistant professorship that felt like exile after graduate school at Columbia. In 1945, Henry Steele Commager explained, Columbia began a search for "someone who can really take hold of intellectual history and develop this place as a center for the study of American civilization." It tapped Hofstadter over Arthur Schlesinger Jr. The winner began in 1946 and the rest was, in the best sense, revisionist history.

Hofstadter made clear to readers of American history that the mid-20th-century discipline was up for grabs. The miracle of Protestant liberalism announced by George Bancroft and Francis Parkman, the "Jeffersonian liberal" vs. "Hamiltonian conservative" grudge match offered by Vernon Louis Parrington, and Charles Beard's trust in economic causes all stood ripe for rethinking. Hofstadter, writes Brown, proved "a thoughtful agent of change in a nation rapidly moving away from its Protestant moorings" as he became "a leading interpreter of American liberalism." Where Frederick Jackson Turner had famously proffered American democracy as the upshot of frontier individualism, Hofstadter insisted on giving urban America its due.

Hofstadter, Brown asserts, "enlisted the past to reveal the failings of a time-worn political tradition and by inference highlight the promise of what he believed was a more humane, cosmopolitan, and pluralistic postwar liberalism. Anglo-Saxonism and agrarianism were out. Ethnic diversity and modernity were in. As the old codes gave way, America's need for fresh heroes and new perspectives encouraged Hofstadter to rewrite its history as a prelude to moving its culture." For Hofstadter, Brown summarizes, the WASP worldview was "isolationist, individualistic, nationalistic, and capitalistic," fated to break down "before a sharp cultural realignment shaped by demographic change."

In Social Darwinism, Hofstadter "argued that deeply internalized beliefs moved people, for ultimately whoever controlled the prevailing value system — defining God, morality, politics, and patriotism — won the right to apportion rewards." Hofstadter tackled big ideas because he believed big ideas moved American history. As he wrote critically of his title phenomenon in Social Darwinism, it "offered a comprehensive worldview, uniting under one generalization everything in nature, from protozoa to politics." Rarely able to suspend his critical antennae enough to man actual barricades with true-believing radicals, Hofstadter nonetheless brought a Gramscian critique of hegemony to American history.

Big revisionist ideas, and deft use of coinages such as "status anxiety" and "paranoid style," became Hofstadter's signature. Increasingly, Brown says, the proto-public intellectual "expected his books to ripple through the culture." When The American Political Tradition appeared, Hofstadter's distinguished trade publisher trumpeted it for boldly arguing that "all great parties, even the Populists" were "loyal to the twin principles of property and progress." Hofstadter's stinging revisionist view of Jefferson's agrarian vision, faulting it as obsolete for a nation turning, in Brown's words, "urban, industrial, and ethnic," similarly amounted to a sharp attack on received truth.

Not every conceptual airship flew smoothly for Hofstadter. Although his "career-long defense of intellect" led to Anti-Intellectualism in American Life — the title became iconic — some peers felt that in it the author crossed the line from historian to polemicist, to elitist tribal leader defending his flock.

"Hofstadter's emotional involvement in the contest between intellect and egalitarianism," writes Brown, "transformed Anti-Intellectualism into a personal statement" and his "least satisfying work." The book, Brown argues, simply "attacked conventional Midwestern WASP values," from evangelical Protestantism to egalitarian education. Hofstadter always criticized what his biographer calls "the cult of proletarianism." Brown adds that the somewhat bourgeois professor "loathed demands upon the learned class to bow before the moral superiority of the working class." With too much of that attitude apparent in Anti-Intellectualism, even Hofstadter came to feel he had, in Brown's words, "missed the mark."

Hofstadter died of leukemia. Were he alive today, he'd be 90, the same age as John Hope Franklin, with whom he marched in Montgomery in 1965. We might think of Hofstadter as the John Hope Franklin of urban intellectuals and liberals. Franklin bridles when benighted newspaper types describe him as the magisterial scholar of black American history. He counters that the category is American history, in which blacks played a rather big part. Hofstadter, more a wizardly writer than talented archival digger, did similar yeoman's work in creating new narratives with room for America's ethnic populations, workers, and thinkers. His books show that America's history not only can but must be rewritten by each generation because the nation keeps changing. Who we are today permits us to devalue some facts, elevate others, and even shift the plot line.

A Hofstadter student tells Brown, "Discipleship was a thing he never asked for." Brown accordingly concludes that "there is no Hofstadter school." True in the narrowest academic sense. But Hofstadter's spirit persists in every contemporary American historian who sees the subject afresh. One thinks of the rise of scholarship about women of the Revolutionary era, sparked in part by his former student, Linda Kerber, now a leader of the profession. That Hofstadter, dead at 54, retains the authority of a nonagenarian master, confirms that it's not just grade-school versions of history that pack staying power.

Carlin Romano, critic at large for The Chronicle and literary critic for The Philadelphia Inquirer, teaches philosophy and media theory at the University of Pennsylvania.>/strong>

Copyright © 2006 by The Chronicle of Higher Education


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An Appreciation Of Richard Hofstadter (Long, But Worth It)

One of the first books that set me on course to study history through three degrees at three different colleges was The American Political Tradition And The Men Who Made It. If I had a hero among historians, it was Richard Hofstadter. If this is (fair & balanced) hero worship, so be it.

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What Was Liberal History?
by Sean Wilentz

Richard Hofstadter: An Intellectual Biography
By David S. Brown
(University of Chicago Press, 291 pp., $27.50)

I.

In March 1965, a delegation of historians joined Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.'s fifty-four-mile march from Selma to Montgomery in Alabama. Weeks earlier, Alabama state troopers had brutally broken up a voting rights march in Selma with nightsticks and tear gas, and King aimed to finish what the protesters had started. The historians, who included the renowned Richard Hofstadter, went south to take a stand. That the normally circumspect Hofstadter struck his tasks at Columbia University and made the trip suggested just how deep the outrage at Jim Crow repression had become.

Hofstadter, in character, acted more the dry wit than the rabble-rouser. At one point, the bus carrying the scholars to the march swerved badly, leaving the professors momentarily shaken and frightened. Hofstadter broke the tension. "If your driving leads to an accident that kills us all," he pleaded with the bus driver, "you will set back the liberal interpretation of American history for a century!"

His tone was, as ever, ironic and humorous, but it was also charged with energy and pride. "I had the feeling that he felt liberated," one of his colleagues recalled, "that he was somehow getting in touch with the past." Hofstadter would have been even prouder had he known that one of the leaders of the original march, John Lewis of the Student Nonviolent Coordinating Committee, had been carrying a small knapsack when a state trooper cracked open his skull, and that inside the knapsack was a paperback copy of The American Political Tradition, Hofstadter's most widely read book, published seventeen years earlier.

As David S. Brown claims in this illuminating biography, Hofstadter retains an enormous mystique today, thirty-six years after his death from leukemia at the age of fifty-four. Phrases and concepts that Hofstadter invented to describe and to analyze American politics--"status anxiety," "the paranoid style"-- remain in currency among high-end journalists and pundits. His best books, The American Political Tradition and The Age of Reform, remain on graduate reading lists decades after their publication, models of dazzling prose and interpretive acuity. All but one of his half-dozen other major works remain in print.

In some respects, indeed, Hofstadter's standing has risen since 1970. His fascination with the history of what he called "political culture," the quirks in American politics beyond official platforms and speeches, is now very much in vogue. And no historian of the United States with the same combination of intellectual heterodoxy, literary brilliance, and scholarly sweep has replaced him. Amid the current dizzy political scene--with its snake-oil preachers, and anti-Darwinian Social Darwinists, and Indian casino ripoff artists, and a president whose friends say he thinks he is ordained by God--Hofstadter's sharpness about the darker follies of American democracy seems more urgently needed than ever.

Brown's labors would have been worthwhile had he simply told the man's life story and assessed his work. (The only previous book on Hofstadter confines itself to his leftist youth in the 1930s, including a brief and uneasy membership in the Communist Party.) But Brown goes further, describing Hofstadter's paradoxical mixture of iconoclasm and caution, a personality that managed to submerge melancholy in ambition and a sense of the absurd. Brown's book freshens the worn-out chronicle of the postwar Upper West Side intelligentsia by re-telling it from Hofstadter's playful, eternally skeptical, oddly uninflammatory point of view. Although he was essentially a private intellectual and writer--"I'm not a teacher," he once told his student Eric Foner, "I'm a writer"--Hofstadter emerges here as more engaged in the politics of the 1950s and 1960s than is often remembered. If Brown at times makes his subject seem too reactive, his thinking a product of the larger academic and political world, he captures Hofstadter's evolving thoughts without pigeonholing them; and he attends to how fortune--good, bad, and heartbreaking--altered the course of Hofstadter's achievements.

Above all, Brown helps readers assess Hofstadter as a member of a generation of American historians every bit as important as (and in some respects more so than) the well-known Progressive generation of Charles Beard, Frederick Jackson Turner, and Vernon Parrington, the trio to whom Hofstadter devoted his last full-scale book. Like those earlier scholars, Hofstadter's generation, which included Arthur Schlesinger Jr. and C. Vann Woodward, imagined history as a continuing dialogue between the past and the present. Although many came to the academy as outsiders (Schlesinger being an obvious exception), all were highly respectful of the spirit--if not always the institutions and the rituals--of the scholarly life.

In other important ways, to be sure, the liberal historians of mid-century America defy easy generalization. In temperament, they differed greatly, not least in their respective affinity for power, whether inside or outside the academy. Schlesinger served in the White House during the Kennedy years, as another prominent liberal historian, Eric Goldman of Princeton, did under Lyndon B. Johnson. Although Woodward was less drawn to the political limelight, he worked on behalf of the House Judiciary Committee during the Watergate scandals and served as president of the American Historical Association, the Organization of American Historians, and the American Academy of Arts and Sciences. Hofstadter, by contrast, seemed allergic to holding official power of any kind, and turned down the only White House appointment offered him, and rarely attended professional meetings.

Nor can the liberals be shoehorned into the category of "consensus" historians, a tag all too frequently affixed to the post- World War II generation of Americanists. The label did suit Hofstadter for a time--in some respects he invented the consensus genre--even though it eventually troubled him. But although they rejected the Progressives' simplistic understanding of American conflict as an unending struggle between "agrarianism" and "industrialism," neither Schlesinger nor Woodward nor their many admirers wrote of an overarching consensus in our past. Quite the opposite.

The liberal historians converged in trying to reconstruct the nation's history in the shattering wake of the New Deal, World War II, the Cold War (and, especially in Hofstadter's case, McCarthyism), and finally the civil rights movement. Without abandoning the Progressive idea of a "usable" past--Woodward (frowning, then smiling, eyebrows arched) once remarked that a usable history would always be preferable to a useless one--the liberals brought to American history what Lionel Trilling famously called a sense of "variousness, possibility, complexity, and difficulty," which had eluded their elders. Schlesinger, for his part, adapted liberal anti-communist ideas drawn from Reinhold Niebuhr, who mocked the optimistic naïveté of Progressive historiography and instead valued a secularized and historicized idea of original sin. Woodward concentrated on his native South, noting the stark discontinuities as well as the continuities in southern history, discovering longobscured southern paradoxes of class, race, and party, and re-interpreting the history and the legacy of slavery as part of what he called an intricate and often ironic "American counterpoint" between the sections.

What made the writings of these historians liberal? This liberalism originated in a twofold desire. First, in the most precise sense of liberal as large, generous, capacious, these historians wanted to be more inclusive, examining aspects of American political and social life that previous historians had slighted, from race and ethnicity to the power of irrational symbolic appeals. Second, they wanted to re-interpret a liberal tradition that they believed had dominated American history more critically, freed from the self-ratifying pieties of much liberal historiography as well as from the deceptive, often manipulative populism that characterized the 1930s and 1940s Popular Front left.

Looking back, they appear, in keeping with the political trends of their formative and middle years, to have badly overestimated liberalism's dominance of the American political tradition. Much of their writing through the 1970s did little to prepare readers for the conservative era that was to come. Still, they rendered the writing of American history far more intellectually strenuous and much less predicable than ever before. They produced a body of scholarship that, if not as magisterial as the Annales school in France, did much to affect civic life and political sensibilities in their own country. And among these talented, driven scholar-intellectuals, the sometimes conflicted mind of Richard Hofstadter was the boldest of all.

II.

Nothing can be understood about Hofstadter's intelligence without understanding his visceral urban proclivities, inflected by his aversion to the smug absolutism that too often afflicted big-city intellectuals. Much of the so-called "counter-Progressive" historiography of the 1940s and 1950s rebelled against the Midwestern biases of the previous generation, which beheld the nation's cities as sinks of political and economic corruption. Turner, raised and schooled in Wisconsin, had rendered the frontier West as the seedbed of American democracy. Parrington, a product of Kansas, elucidated all of American thought as a battle between Jeffersonian rural individualism and Hamiltonian urban plutocracy. Beard, born in Knightstown, Indiana, was somewhat different, seeing American history as a war among economic interests that sometimes cut across the urban-rural divide; and Hofstadter always accorded Beard the greatest respect among his elders. Yet Beard, too, tended to associate the industrializing, cash-driven, urban North (and especially the Northeast) as the main source of the nation's sordidness. The Rise of American Civilization (published in 1927, and co-authored with Beard's wife, Mary Ritter Beard) described the Civil War as "the Second American Revolution" less because it freed the slaves--to the Beards, a bogus moral issue--than because northern "industry as well as finance had its reward" in the demise of the Old South, leading to the degrading excesses of the Gilded Age.

Hofstadter was spared any nostalgic yearning for the American agrarian myth. He was born in 1916 in Buffalo, to a lower-middle-class Polish-Jewish father and a German Lutheran mother. A polyglot provincial city, Buffalo lacked the frontier remnants that shaped the Progressive generation--but it also lacked the relentless, know-it-all kinetics that propelled ambitious metropolitan immigrants who also came of age in the 1930s, and made them vulnerable to left-wing sectarianism. Drawn early to philosophy as well as to history, Hofstadter studied as an undergraduate at the University of Buffalo with Julius W. Pratt, a prominent diplomatic and intellectual historian best known for his writings on the emotional and psychological factors that drove American expansionism. Since he challenged national pieties, Pratt is sometimes described as one of the Progressives; and so his influence in shaping Hofstadter is too often overlooked, especially in casting doubt on the Beards' preoccupation with material factors in history. (Hofstadter's undergraduate thesis, which became the basis for his first professional article, refuted the Beardian interpretation of the Civil War's origins.)

At Buffalo, Hofstadter joined the radical left. An active member and eventually Buffalo chapter president of the National Student League, the dominant campus left-wing organization of the time, he participated in a nationwide student antiwar strike of classes in April 1935. He fell in love with and married Felice Swados, a fellow left-wing student and committed activist (and the sister of Harvey Swados, later known as a fine fiction writer and essayist). Over the objection of family members, he decided against becoming a lawyer, began taking courses in Columbia's history department in 1937, and wrote an M.A. thesis that berated, from a leftist perspective, the New Deal's Agricultural Adjustment Act. In 1942, he completed the dissertation that would become his first book, a scathing survey of capitalist apologia, Social Darwinism in American Thought, 1860-1915. He also attended, with Felice, meetings of the Young Communist League, and in October 1938 he dutifully enlisted in the Columbia graduate unit of the Communist Party. "I don't like capitalism and want to get rid of it," he wrote.

Appalled by the communists' authoritarianism and, Brown suggests, by reports on the Moscow trials, Hofstadter abruptly quit the party after only four months, but for years thereafter he appears to have considered himself a man of the radical left. His Marxist phase was common for the disaffected students of his generation, and it made a lasting impression. Above all, it gave him ways to think about American politics outside the mainstream categories of liberal and conservative. From this radicalized perspective, American politics appeared to be not an abiding battle between equality and privilege but rather a contest between political parties whose similarities overwhelmed their differences. The Marxism of the 1930s lay just below Hofstadter's oft-quoted later observation that America's egalitarianism "has been a democracy in cupidity rather than a democracy of fraternity"--a left-wing formulation that, paradoxically, also seemed to declare the futility of left-wing politics in the United States.

Hofstadter's ironic temperament and his literary turn quickly rendered him an odd man out among the comrades. Even at his most radical, he lacked the vehement self-assurance and faith in historical eschatology that drove so many others to toe the party line. Although he studied the political economy of currency policy and agricultural subsidies, he preferred analyzing the subtle play of ideas and words and images. Spiritually as well as personally, he drew closer to the anti-Stalinists in and around Partisan Review. His close friend Alfred Kazin, whom he met early on in New York, observed that imagining Hofstadter writing essays on dialectical materialism was like imagining "Pope Pius doing a striptease." Hofstadter's dalliance among the Columbia communists also left him eternally wary of the folksy "progressivism" and scapegoating "populism" that pervaded the party in its mid-1930s Popular Front incarnation. "His first skirmishes with anti-intellectualism, in other words," Brown writes, "were fought against the Left."

The force of Hofstadter's mordant outlook on social movements and American politics generally--one owing nearly as much to Mencken as to Marx--was still gathering when he published Social Darwinism in American Thought in 1944. The book is very much of its time (and, Brown suggests, actually originated in an idea of Felice Hofstadter's), but it also bears traits that would become closely identified with the historian's mature work. Hofstadter's stripping away of the moral convenience in the writings of William Graham Sumner and his followers remains a brilliant exposé of how callous, complacent claptrap can masquerade as benevolent, pseudo-scientific reason. The book's vaunting of the reformist, long out-of-fashion sociologist Lester Ward, as well as of William James and the pragmatists, located a philosophical alternative--native, practical, and non-communist--to the Anglo-Saxonism and crass individualism that Hofstadter still found persistent in America. Above all, the book skillfully deployed irony to gain perspective, showing how entrepreneurs seized upon American egalitarian principles to make their fortunes, only to use the same principles in order to justify plutocracy. The deadpan calm of Hofstadter's tone made it all the more corrosive.

Only twenty-eight when the book appeared, Hofstadter had already begun his rise through the academic ranks, having traded a job at City College for a position at the University of Maryland in 1942. Felice gave birth to a son at the end of 1943. Spared from the military draft because of allergies and digestive troubles, Hofstadter taught soldiers and traded ideas with talented young colleagues (including Kenneth Stampp and C. Wright Mills) in College Park before he got the call in 1946 to return to Columbia, where he would spend the rest of his career. By then, he was well into writing a new book, a series of biographical portraits with the working title Men and Ideas in American Politics.

Yet as Brown carefully details, Hofstadter's early progress contained ironies of its own, punctuated by both chance successes and catastrophe. His first post, at City College, came open only after a Red Scare purge of suspect faculty members. Hofstadter won the Maryland position in part because anti-Semitism, still a bane of the historical profession, precluded the school from hiring a rival with a more Jewish-sounding name. (It was Eric Goldman.) Four years later, Hofstadter was passed over at Johns Hopkins because he was half-Jewish--and the job went instead to C. Vann Woodward, who would become a close friend and a sympathetic critic.

Hofstadter's early chapters of Men and Ideas met with a swift rejection from a minor publisher, only to win enthusiastic acceptance, and a cash fellowship to boot, from Alfred A. Knopf in 1945. Yet that wonderful break came to a man working impossibly hard amid sudden devastation. In the spring of 1944, Felice was diagnosed with cancer. Consumed with caring for his wife and infant son, Hofstadter managed to obtain a paid leave from Maryland and join his family in Buffalo, where Felice died in July 1945. Hofstadter took refuge in writing his new book, but the prospects looked bleak; and with the medical bills piling up, he considered leaving the underpaid professoriat for a career in journalism. Except for Knopf's sharp eye and the Columbia historians' decision to hire him instead of another formidable candidate, Arthur Schlesinger Jr., Hofstadter might have been lost to scholarship--and the manuscript of what came to be re-titled The American Political Tradition and the Men Who Made It might never have seen print.

III.

It is unorthodox; it will outrage many people," the Knopf awards committee said of Hofstadter's manuscript. "But no one will deny its distinction." The committee strongly (and mistakenly) doubted that a book of biographical essays would succeed commercially, but it gave Hofstadter the award anyway. The book's editor helped to prove the group wrong by backing Alfred Knopf's argument that it needed a strong introduction to pull together the author's disparate themes. Often forgotten is that the author was passing through a crisis. Hofstadter later confessed that the main reason he had avoided writing an introduction was that "I was in a period of intellectual transition," and fully aware that he was in no position to write "a synthetic statement about the American political tradition."

The move back to Columbia in 1946 pushed many of his earlier loyalties and affinities to the background. The place itself had changed from the radical testing ground of the Depression years to the cradle of what would become a more skeptical 1950s liberalism, associated with, among others, Lionel Trilling and Jacques Barzun. In the summer of 1946, Hofstadter fell in love with Beatrice Kevitt, a war widow, fellow Buffalo native, and trained classicist who was trying to start over as a writer in New York, and six months later they married. Knopf, meanwhile, became his powerful ally in the publishing world, as he would remain for the rest of Hofstadter's life. The brilliant but bereft and nearly thwarted scholar was becoming a Manhattan intellectual insider. His manuscript, conceived and largely written by a man of the left, was being completed by a man of leftish but no longer firmly radical convictions.

The long-evaded introduction began by disparaging the upbeat, entertaining Americana that had come to dominate popular historical studies--a quest for the past "carried on in a spirit of sentimental appreciation rather than of critical analysis." Hofstadter blamed the escapist mood on an insecurity in the American soul, rocked by the Great Depression and World War II, which had upset the climate of common political values that had dominated the nation since its founding. By examining the old central faith, "bounded by the horizons of property and enterprise," Hofstadter found that the legendary battles so dear to the Progressives, between Federalist capitalists and Jeffersonian democrats, Whig businessmen and Jacksonian plebeians, amounted to far less than met the eye. Whatever genuine differences and conflicts divided the nation's political leaders, "the business of politics" had always been to "protect this competitive world [that is, capitalism], to foster it on occasion, to patch up its incidental abuses, but not to cripple it with a plan for common collective action." That consensus, Hofstadter proclaimed, had become intellectually bankrupt and unreal--a tough-minded view of American politics, especially liberal politics, from the left that challenged many liberal (and even leftist) sacred cows.

Most of the book re-interpreted liberal heroes from Thomas Jefferson through Franklin Delano Roosevelt, bringing each luminary crashing down out of the clouds by insisting that nearly all American politicians "accepted the economic virtues of capitalist culture as necessary virtues of man." Hofstadter's irony performed a great deal of work, as he depicted his subjects less as paragons than as paradoxes. Jefferson was, in Hofstadter's formulation, "the Aristocrat as Democrat"; Andrew Jackson, the supposed democratic tribune of the common man, turned out to be an advance agent of liberal capitalism in its most cut-throat, laissez-faire form. Theodore Roosevelt was "the Conservative as Progressive." In The American Political Tradition, many Americans read of Abraham Lincoln for the first time as a conniving, self-made man whose views on race, by modern standards, were less than elevated (and whose Emancipation Proclamation, Hofstadter wrote, "had all the moral grandeur of a bill of lading").

An exception to Hofstadter's iconoclasm--and he was just a partial exception--was FDR, whose New Deal had once been an object of Hofstadter's scorn. By 1948, Hofstadter had softened considerably, finding in what he saw as Roosevelt's recognition of the passing of older forms of American opportunity a frank realization that "in cold terms ... the great era of individualism, expansion, and opportunity was dead." The book finally judged the New Deal a failure in combating the Great Depression. Its very last paragraph bemoaned the liberal cult of FDR's shimmering personality, which had only grown since the president's death three years earlier. But Hofstadter found in Roosevelt's administrations a few rays pointing out an escape route from ossified Jeffersonian liberal individualism.

As early six decades later, many of the historical judgments in The American Political Tradition appear contrarian to the point of being shallow. Jackson, who believed the federal government, not the banks, should control the currency, was no precursor of the robber barons. The book slights Lincoln's deep disgust at slavery, effaces his belief--unyielding after 1854--that the institution had to be put on the road to extinction as soon as possible, and tries too hard to turn him into a pseudo-philosophical "self-help" forerunner of Dale Carnegie. Compared with Schlesinger's The Age of Jackson (which was published in 1945, and defied the Progressives by rendering the Jacksonian era as more of a struggle between classes than between sections) and Woodward's Origins of the New South (which appeared in 1951, and rejected the Progressives' praise of Midwestern Populism while vaunting the Populism rooted in the South), The American Political Tradition had too little good to say about major American politicians and political movements. Hofstadter later admitted as much.

But its very iconoclasm, beholden neither to patriotic myth nor to left-wing romance, made The American Political Tradition enormously invigorating in its time, especially but not at all exclusively among an emerging cohort of liberal historians. Woodward praised the many "penetrating things" Hofstadter had to say; Schlesinger called the book "important and refreshing," and singled out Hofstadter as "a new talent of first-rate ability in the writing of American history." Thanks largely to Hofstadter's witty, compact, caustic prose, the book also became a popular success, featured on drugstore paperback racks as well as on high school and college reading lists for decades to come. (And, in 1965, John Lewis packed it away in his knapsack.) It remains today the centerpiece of the liberal generation's collective output, on a par with the Beards' fabulously successful The Rise of American Civilization. More than a million copies are in print. Even when Hofstadter's drubbings of American political thought are wrongheaded or excessive, the book pierces myths that still cloud our debates and short-circuit our thinking--the frontier, self-help, the Common Man, Jesus Christ as a Founding Father.

IV.

Basking in his book's success, Hofstadter became one of the pillars of a burgeoning Morningside Heights intellectual community, centered at Columbia but deeply cosmopolitan and genuinely indifferent to the academicism that knew primarily the monograph and the professional association meeting. Many of his former friends and teachers feared that he was drifting too far and too fast to the right, and tilting toward Establishment mandarin hauteur. Hofstadter's continuing work, especially The Age of Reform: From Bryan to FDR, which won the Pulitzer Prize in 1955, lent the criticisms superficial credence. But if Hofstadter had outgrown the leftist spirit of the 1930s, he still wrote broadly from the left, fascinated as ever by the irrational myths that afflicted American politics, hoping to aid the forces of reform by stripping them of their illusions. With a new family, a prestigious job, and a skyrocketing reputation, Hofstadter was certainly more settled, but he remained resistant to intellectual absolutes and smug self-importance. Although he wrote history in a different key, in many respects he had changed less than the times had.

Brown's biography helps to topple the impression (which arose during the late 1960s) that after The American Political Tradition Hofstadter retreated into an ivory tower on Claremont Avenue. During the presidential campaign in 1952, at some risk to his standing on campus, Hofstadter helped organize Columbia Faculty Volunteers for Stevenson, which ran a full-page ad in The New York Times (Hofstadter drafted part of the text, Peter Gay solicited the necessary funds) protesting the paper's endorsement of Adlai Stevenson's opponent, Dwight D. Eisenhower, who just happened to be president of Columbia. Never again would Hofstadter find himself so drawn to a presidential candidate as he was to Stevenson; and he later regretted using his connection to Columbia to help advance his political views. But neither did he withdraw from writing about contemporary politics, nor did he come to believe that professional integrity demanded that historians abdicate their civic role.

Although deeply committed to scholarship, Hofstadter would, in later years, find time to raise his voice in venues ranging from Partisan Review to Newsweek, shedding what historical light he could on continuing political affairs. He became especially agitated in 1964 when the Goldwater campaign raised, in his mind, the specter of a new radical right that, he wrote in The New York Times, had already forced the Republican Party to surrender meekly, if only temporarily, "to archaic notions and disastrous leadership." Hofstadter took great--and, as it happened, premature--satisfaction when Goldwater lost in a landslide. He was overly confident in America's permanent liberal aegis.

The change in the historical questions that he asked grew from the widespread concerns of liberals and leftists shaken by the devastation of both fascism and Stalinism abroad, and, in time, by the success of Joseph R. McCarthy and other right-wing demagogues at home. The first substantial response from the young historians, Arthur Schlesinger Jr.'s The Vital Center, appeared in 1948--a political defense of what Schlesinger called "the free left" against the pro-Soviet fellow traveling exemplified by the Henry Wallace Progressive Party campaign of the same year. Hofstadter, at Columbia, was more attracted to the theorizing of diverse social scientists (including the Columbia sociologists Daniel Bell, Robert Merton, and C. Wright Mills) about the relative importance of psychological and even irrational factors in social life. Amid the McCarthyite eruptions of the early and mid-1950s, Hofstadter immersed himself in his friends' and colleagues' debates on the effects of symbolism, "status," and "latent functions" in political life, sometimes spurred by the writings of (among others) Freud, Mannheim, and Adorno. But Hofstadter's thinking also drew on his old suspicions, dating back to his days studying with Julius Pratt, that psychological and emotional pressures explained as much and maybe more about the past than economics did. He brought all those interests to bear in The Age of Reform.

Still one of the most influential books on twentieth-century America, The Age of Reform is a journey through the less savory, often hidden themes in protest and reformist politics from the Populist movement through the New Deal. The Populists come off the worst, driven by economic hardship to endorse all sorts of cranky, conspiratorial, and bigoted notions, some blatantly anti-Semitic, about the sources of rural oppression. Although every bit as commercially minded as other Americans, Hofstadter charged, the rebel farmers wrapped themselves in the fanciful mantle of the injured little Jeffersonian yeoman--an illusion that left Populism vulnerable to crude social nostrums and an anxious, destructive self-righteousness. Hofstadter saw the Progressive movement, at least at its core, as a collection of displaced patricians and intellectuals, fretful about their own social status. The Progressives were less flamboyantly conspiracy-prone than the Populists, but they were trapped nevertheless by nostalgic fantasies about restoring their own moral authority, and with it an imagined bygone America with "a rather broad diffusion of wealth, status, and power."

The book's opening sections on the Populists and the Progressives were as iconoclastic as anything in The American Political Tradition, but they raised greater doubts among his fellow liberals. Woodward (who thought his friend had gone overboard in his enthusiasm for social science) calmly but firmly replied that the Populist heritage, especially its southern branch, should not be reduced to its crankier elements. Subsequent studies of Progressivism found that Hofstadter's sweeping claims about the loose-knit movement's motives and social origins were greatly simplified. More broadly, Hofstadter's efforts to make his material cohere into a dichotomy of "interest" versus "status" were far too pat, slighting the power of ideals about fairness and justice that had nothing to do with either economic self-interest or status anxieties.

The Age of Reform's greatest achievement, often overlooked, is in its reappraisal of the New Deal, reviving and reinforcing the more positive passages in The American Political Tradition. Whereas most historians (and many New Dealers) saw Roosevelt's reforms as a continuation of Populism and Progressivism, Hofstadter affirmed the New Deal as a sharp break with the past. The old sentimental, quixotic, and self-deluding forays against capitalism gave way to Keynesian policy and the provision of social welfare. Nineteenth-century individualism and anti-monopolism fell before a fuller appreciation of the inevitable size and scope of American business. Cities and urban life, including the party political machines, which had been the bane of Jeffersonian liberalism, became an accepted, even vaunted element in the New Deal coalition. Under FDR, in short, American liberalism came of age.

Following the long-term abandonment, at least philosophically, of New Deal liberalism by both major political parties, Hofstadter's account of the New Deal's spirit repays a new look--not as an exercise in nostalgia but in order to help recover and refurbish a suppressed but still essential American political tradition. As was his wont, Hofstadter overstated his case, underestimating both the intense social conflicts that helped push the reforms forward and the degree to which Progressive ideas (particularly in the area of labor reform) guided New Deal thinking. But simply by identifying the change and by portraying what Hofstadter called the New Deal's "chaos of experimentation" as a sign of vibrancy, not weakness, The Age of Reform concisely defined the transformation of modern American liberalism, two years before Schlesinger took up the issue, in much greater detail, in The Crisis of the Old Order, 1919-1933. For that, apart from everything else, Hofstadter's book retains some of its old luster--and has even acquired a new urgency.

V.

The Age of Reform won Hofstadter the Pulitzer Prize, but he did not rest on his laurels. Still concerned with the irrational in American populist politics, and with how Americans had come increasingly to denigrate "egghead" intellectuals, he wrote a lengthy historical account, Anti-Intellectualism in American Life, which won him another Pulitzer in 1963. An essay originally published in Harper's magazine, "The Paranoid Style in American Politics," became the starting point for scholars and pundits seeking historical explanations of the rising right-wing politics of the 1960s, as it has remained for writers on subjects ranging from Ross Perot to the modern survivalist movement. In 1968, Hofstadter published a fine book of historiography, The Progressive Historians: Turner, Beard, Parrington, settling his intellectual accounts with the generation before him while signaling to the up-and-coming generation his misgivings about the "consensus" history to which he had often been linked. In the interim, he returned fleetingly to speaking out on current affairs, expressing alarm at Goldwater's candidacy in 1964, opposing the Johnson administration's Vietnam policies, and defending the academy from the misdirected rage and anti-intellectualism of the New Left radicals.

For all Hofstadter's energy, though, his scholarly work in many ways lost touch with the political currents of the time. The years from 1955 to 1968 mark off exactly the period of the civil rights movement's rise, breakthrough, and descent into bitterness and confusion. Hofstadter certainly supported the movement, making his trip to Alabama. But the ex-Marxist urbanite had only occasionally showed much interest in studying southern history, or in the roles that slavery and race played in American history. Apart from a sharp chapter on John C. Calhoun in The American Political Tradition, his most extended publication on these matters, a devastating article on the racist southern historian U.B. Phillips and the plantation myth, dated back to 1944.

Kenneth Stampp, Hofstadter's friend from his College Park days, did far more to place slavery at the center of historians' attentions in The Peculiar Institution, published in 1956; and it was Woodward's The Strange Career of Jim Crow, published two years earlier, that won a reputation (directly from Martin Luther King Jr.) as "the historical bible of the civil rights movement." Hofstadter, by contrast, seemed preoccupied with the issues that had inspired him during the years before and after the personal crisis that accompanied his writing of The American Political Tradition. Brown quotes the intellectual historian Dorothy Ross, another of Hofstadter's students: "His voice came out of the thirties and out of the McCarthyism of the fifties, and that world changed." Hofstadter seemed at least vaguely aware of what had happened, confiding in one colleague that Anti-Intellectualism failed to turn out as he had intended, and that the book wrote him more than he had written it. That so much of the paranoid style he found on the Goldwater right eventually turned up, with different delusions, in the late 1960s New Left was, for Hofstadter, a source not of vindication, but of gloom.

It was thus all the more remarkable, and all the more to Hofstadter's credit, that he refused to surrender to that gloom, and instead turned his prickly mind, with a certain sympathy, to the issues roiling the latest generation of American rebels. American Violence, a documentary history he compiled with his radical graduate student Michael Wallace, treated at length the seemingly singular American propensity for violent conflict, seeing it as both an outgrowth of and a limitation to his earlier considerations of mainstream political consensus, while he skewered glib diagnoses of American culture as inherently sick or depraved. Having signed on with Knopf to write a multi-volume history of the United States, he began by drafting chapters of America at 1750, in which he turned early on to the dark topics of white indentured servitude, the slave trade, and black slavery. Although still impressed with how quickly, overall, colonial America had become what he called "a middle-class world," he pushed himself to look beyond that world to the death and suffering that helped create and sustain it.

It was a poignant piece of writing, in more ways than one. In a chapter on the Great Awakening, Hofstadter paused over the fate of Jonathan Edwards, who in 1758 was named president of the College of New Jersey, today's Princeton University:

"He accepted the invitation, but shortly after reaching Princeton he was inoculated against smallpox, took the inoculation badly, and died before he could take up his duties. At the end he was puzzled by the irrationality of it all--that God should have called him to this role and then left him no time to fill it."

By the time he composed those sentences, Hofstadter had serious intimations that he was gravely ill, his writing once again serving as a refuge. He died in October 1970. America at 1750, compelling even though incomplete, was published the following year.

VI.

The New York Times's strange and grudgingly respectful obituary for Hofstadter elicited a strong rebuttal from Lionel Trilling, one of what can only be a handful of published letters to the editor ever to complain about a death notice. Far from the nondescript, methodical academic whom the Times described, Trilling said, Hofstadter was "one of the most clearly defined persons I have ever known ... an enchanting companion, almost memorably funny," who also "was notable for his openness not alone to ideas but also to people of all kinds." Not the least of the pleasures in David Brown's book are its anecdotal affirmations of Trilling's judgment, recalling Hofstadter's lifelong gift for mimicry (he did a dead-on FDR, and some friends actually encouraged him to take his talent on stage) as well as his skeptical ribbing, and sometimes scolding, of the New York intellectuals and one of their chief intellectual outlets (which he called "The New York Review of Each Others' Books").

The place of Hofstadter's scholarship in American historiography is, by contrast, assured--and, fittingly, paradoxical. Inside the academy, much of his work, even the very best of it, has come to seem, as Alan Brinkley once wrote of The Age of Reform, "something of a relic." Attacked by professional historians as often as they are praised--for their partiality, their misguided social scientific categories, their preoccupation with political leaders--Hofstadter's books undeniably bear the mark of their times, with all of the attendant limitations. Yet he has had an enduring impact on historical scholarship, as well as on more general understandings of American history. Many of his specific interpretations may now be insupportable, but his influence is inescapable. No scholar did more to free American history from the stultifying dualisms of the Progressive generation, and to validate that history's complexity. His example is a standing invitation to historical intelligence, extended to a wide audience of readers far beyond professors and their students.

Hofstadter's basic attitude toward studying the past, as much as his stylish writing, also remains worth emulating. A committed liberal, Hofstadter dedicated himself to exposing liberalism's historical flaws and its self-defeating lures and snares. A man of moral conviction, he forswore cheerleading, not simply because doing so would spoil any understanding of history, but because it ill served the ideals and standards he held most dear, including intellectual freedom and unsparing candor. Hofstadter's detractors (as well as pundits on the right who would like to claim him for themselves) have sometimes described his mature intellectual stance as "neo-conservative." This is wrong. His attitude, neither liberal nor conservative, was one of humility, based on an appreciation of human frailty and folly, and a recognition that history is more tragedy than melodrama.

Sean Wilentz is the author of The Rise of American Democracy: Jefferson to Lincoln (Norton). He also is George Henry Davis 1886 Professor of American History at Princeton University.

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Tuesday, June 27, 2006

The Red-State, Neo-Con Demonization Process

I live in the reddest of True Believer communities. The geezers here in Geezerville are rock-ribbed, die-hard Dumbos who believe that The Dubster is the Second Coming of Dutch (aka The Gipper). Thank goodness for Tom Tomorrow. If this is (fair & balanced) drollery, so be it.


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Monday, June 12, 2006

The Dubster Can Run, But He Can't Hide

The Dubster sounds more and more desperate and pathetic. He is the war president and the chickens have come home to roost. Conventional armies arrayed against guerrilla fighters have come a cropper over and over again. The U.S. in the Philippines in the early 1900s. The French in both Indochina and Algeria. The U.S. again in Vietnam. Make no mistake about it. There is no light at the end of the tunnel. The Trickster had his Macster (McNamara) and The Dubster has his Rumster (Rumsfeld). The Secretaries of Defense during both insurgencies could not reverse the truism that conventional forces cannot prevail over guerrilla fighters. Body counts didn't work in Nam and killing Zarqawi is not going to work in Iraq. The terror went on in Nam and continues In Iraq. If this is (fair & balanced) historical amnesia, so be it.

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Friday, June 09, 2006

Amen!

I was a prophet without honor in my own land for upholding the precepts of tough-love in my classes at the Collegium Excellens for one score and twelve years. My academic leaders (vice presidents, deans, and division chairs) quaked in their boots at the thought of a student lawsuit or they bent under the pressure of locals who held positions of prestige in that benighted community in the Texas Panhandle. Right on, Professor Benton! If this is (fair & balanced) truth to power, so be it.

[x CHE]
A Tough-Love Manifesto for Professors
By Thomas H. Benton

Ask any older employer of recent graduates and you'll hear that most bachelor's degrees are inferior to the high-school diplomas of a generation ago, and, what's more, there is a gross sense of entitlement among today's students, even after they become employees. Somehow they think their employers exist to serve them.

"How much do you pay? Is this interview over, or what?"

One reason for that is obvious enough. Those job applicants just spent the last four years regarding highly educated adults as customer-service representatives. Why? An entire generation of professors has been weakened by the transformation of higher education into a part-time, no-benefit operation. The steady erosion of tenure and the use of student evaluations as a faculty-culling device are turning college teachers into spineless crowd pleasers.

"Please, please hire me! I'll do anything! I'll keep the students entertained and give them all high grades because everyone's special and who am I to judge anyway?"

The last two months I wrote about the relationship between the "7 Deadly Sins of Students" and the "7 Deadly Sins of Professors."

My argument is that a student culture of self-indulgence is enabled by the failure of professors to maintain expectations in the classroom. At many institutions, courses have been gutted to the point that students receive high grades for minimal effort, and the lowest grade many professors can risk assigning is a "B+." Even that will produce imperious complaints from students who think they are destined for greatness: "I worked really hard. Your class is not fair. Raise my grade or I'm taking it to the provost. Just wait till you get your evaluation!"

The consumer mentality of students results in their desiring less rigorous instruction because they are paying more for it. They use the cost of tuition -- which I acknowledge, is far too high -- as a justification for lowering standards. So they will pay again later when they discover that their degrees are a form of inflated currency and that employers will not treat them like little geniuses but expect them to actually work without complaining. Even if one accepts the instrumentalist view of education, we do our students no favors by letting them leave with so little knowledge and so much attitude.

Students, even if they are paying tuition, are not "customers" because, at most institutions, their tuition covers only a fraction of the total cost of their education, which is paid for by the state, donors, and accumulated institutional capital. The professors are also making a major contribution by working for far less than comparably educated professionals.

Nevertheless, students think they are customers because the majority of college teachers know they are "employees" who will be fired for displeasing those customers. The 2005-6 version of the American Association of University Professor's "Annual Report on the Economic Status of the Profession" shows that in the last generation or so the proportion of faculty members teaching part time has doubled. It was 23 percent in 1971; it was 46 percent in 2003. It's probably more than 50 percent now.

That percentage does not include all of the teaching assistants who log most of the student contact hours at large universities. It's probably safe to say that more than two-thirds of college teaching is now done by people who are routinely punished for maintaining standards. The professional survival of untenured faculty members depends on processing large numbers of students without making waves.

After at least 10 years of trying to balance idealism and reality, I am finally one of the faculty members in a position to fight the trend: I was awarded tenure this spring. And already I see that my perspective on the teacher-student relationship is shifting as a result of having job security.

So I am tinkering with a list of things that will structure my relations with students in the coming years. It's my "Tough-Love Manifesto," and I am thinking about putting it on my syllabi:

I. Students are not customers. Teachers are not employees.

II. Students and teachers have obligations to each other.

III. Here is what I expect from students:



  • You will treat everyone in the class, including the professor, with the respect due to all human beings.


  • You will attend every class, give your full attention to the material, and conduct yourself in an appropriate manner.


  • You will agree to do the work outlined in the syllabus on time.


  • You will acknowledge that previous academic preparation (e.g., writing skills) will affect your performance in this course.


  • You will acknowledge that your perception of effort, by itself, is not enough to justify a distinguished grade.


  • You will not plagiarize or otherwise steal the work of others.


  • You will not make excuses for your failure to do what you ought.


  • You will accept the consequences -- good and bad -- of your actions.


IV. Here is what students can expect from me:

  • I will treat you with the respect due to all human beings.


  • I will know your name and treat you as an individual.


  • I will not discriminate against you on the basis of your identity or your well-informed viewpoints.


  • I will manage the class in a professional manner. That may include educating you in appropriate behavior.


  • I will prepare carefully for every class.


  • I will begin and end class on time.


  • I will teach only in areas of my professional expertise. If I do not know something, I will say so.


  • I will conduct scholarly research and publication with the aim of making myself a more informed teacher.


  • I will return your assignments quickly with detailed feedback.


  • I will pursue the maximum punishment for plagiarism, cheating, and other violations of academic integrity.


  • I will keep careful records of your attendance, performance, and progress.


  • I will investigate every excuse for nonattendance of classes and noncompletion of assignments.


  • I will make myself available to you for advising.


  • I will maintain confidentiality concerning your performance.


  • I will provide you with professional support and write recommendations for you if appropriate.


  • I will be honest with you.


  • Your grade will reflect the quality of your work and nothing else.


  • I am interested in your feedback about the class, but I am more interested in what you learned than how you feel.


If you are going to be tough on students, you have to be much tougher on yourself. Your autonomy as a professor comes from having the strength to stand for something more than keeping your job for just one more semester.

Begin with small steps. Cut and paste the Tough-Love Manifesto into your syllabi with, perhaps, some customized modifications. Now, repeat after me: "I have principles. I demand respect. I have high expectations. I am a professor." Say that 10 times a day, at least. Can you handle that?

In one semester, I predict, you will begin to feel your educational biceps growing. In two semesters you will have six-pack academic abs. But you have to stay on the program, even when the grade-grubbers and accidental plagiarists start to line up outside your office.

Students and professors have entered into a mutual pact of low expectations, and somebody has to be the first to re-arm. The popularity of programs like American Idol in the college-student demographic shows how hungry they are for honest criticism. On some level, they want the hard truth instead of the "everybody is a winner" nonsense. They will rise to high expectations if teachers are firm and resist sending mixed messages. And we teachers should want, most of all, to be respected rather than liked, even if that means having to grow some backbone and take some risks.

It is absolutely true that I can act with authority because I have tenure, though, of course, the scope of that authority is limited to the classroom. Most untenured faculty members who maintain high expectations are eventually unemployed faculty members. There is such a thing as duty to one's students regardless of consequences, but untenured professors also have obligations to their families not to lose their jobs.

College students seem more immature than ever before, and, as a consequence, more likely to bring disgrace upon themselves and their institutions. Tom Wolfe was not exaggerating in I Am Charlotte Simmons. You just have to watch the news to know how serious the problem of character has become at American universities. Maybe it's time to restore in loco parentis? I believe most parents would support that, even if it meant granting more authority and protection to the faculty members who would have to fill that role.

Parents, legislators, administrators -- are you reading this? If you want educated, disciplined graduates who are willing to work hard and become productive citizens -- who will not disgrace you -- then you have to reverse the de-professionalization of college faculty members. And that means saving tenure before it is downsized out of existence for the sake of bigger athletic facilities, fancier dining halls, and better campus landscaping.

This is not a partisan issue. Yes, tenure also protects a small percentage of highly visible, career-driven, ideological extremists. But they are disdained by the majority of moderate professors. Freedom of speech sometimes means letting the Klan demonstrate. And education with character means giving teachers the protection they need to uphold standards. Otherwise, you might as well send your children on a four-year cruise.

It's time to restore tough-love to higher education or just call the whole thing off.

Thomas H. Benton is the pseudonym of a soon-to-be associate professor of English at a Midwestern liberal-arts college. Benton writes about academic culture and probably teaches at a school in Missouri because he has adopted the name of a favorite son of the Show-Me State as his nom de plume.


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Wednesday, May 31, 2006

My Favorite Revisionist

"A university is not a service station. Neither is it a political society, nor a meeting place for political societies. With all its limitations and failures, and they are invariably many, it is the best and most benign side of our society insofar as that society aims to cherish the human mind."

Richard Hofstadter (1916–1970)
Historian
Columbia PhD 1942
Columbia Faculty 1946–1970


I had forgotten Richard Hofstadter's revisionism of Populist historiography until I read Christopher Shea's thoughtful review of the most recent biography of my favorite historian. Hofstadter was a gifted aphorist; a university is not a service station indeed! The great bane of higher education in this century is the retail stablishment model that is the current fad in higher education. "The customer is always right" translated as "The student is always right. More importantly, Hofstadter foresaw the danger in the Neocon ascendancy. We are going to reap the whirlwind. If this is (fair & balanced snark, so be it.)


[x The Boston Globe]
Spirit of the age: Historian Richard Hofstadter's enduring appeal
By Christopher Shea

Richard Hofstadter's The American Political Tradition, originally published in 1948 when the author was 32, still sells 10,000 copies a year-an astonishing figure, especially for an essay collection lacking an overarching theme. Yet its sharp biographical sketches have struck generations of readers as revelatory: Hofstadter's Teddy Roosevelt is a bloodthirsty, sham progressive; his Abraham Lincoln a careful cultivator of his own legend as a self-made man. Hofstadter's revisionism is so aggressive, his pen so deft, that his publisher considered titling the volume Eminent Americans, after Lytton Strachey's famous hatchet job on British figures.

And that may not even be Hofstadter's most respected book. Alan Brinkley, a historian at Columbia University-where Hofstadter himself taught from 1946 until his untimely death from leukemia in 1970-has called Hofstadter's The Age of Reform (1955), his study of the Populist and Progressive eras, "the most influential book ever published on 20th-century America." And the title alone of The Paranoid Style in American Politics (1965) is one of the great intellectual memes of our time.

What was it about this scholar, the half-Jewish son of working-class parents in Buffalo, that caused his work to seem so emblematic of its age-among his generation of historians, perhaps only C. Vann Woodward and Arthur Schlesinger Jr. have similar reputations-and so vital that we still read it?

"Intellectual charisma and an eclectic mind," answers David S. Brown, author of Richard Hofstadter: An Intellectual Biography (Chicago, 2006), in an interview. Of course, lots of historian could be described that way. "It was also his good fortune," Brown adds, "to be very in tune with his times-knowing where the country was in psychological terms." As it happens, some of his themes seem presciently in tune with our times, too-tension between rural and urban America, grass-roots distrust of experts and intellectuals, democracy's vulnerability to demagoguery. All of which make Brown's biography, the first of Hofstadter, especially timely.

. . .

Hofstadter had a knack for picking topics that resonated with the present. In the late 1940s, Americans hungered to know how history had got them here-to the world of strong federal power and international influence-and The American Political Tradition offered a handy guide to some of the key turning points in, among other things, the evolving relationship between the national government and big business since the era of the Founders. Franklin Roosevelt had partly improvised the New Deal; now it was up to Americans to build a governing philosophy out of the welter of federal programs, he suggested.

In the 1950s, in the shadow of Nazism, scholars were freshly confronting the dark side of popular political movements. Having absorbed books like T.W. Adorno's The Authoritarian Personality, Hofstadter contributed Age of Reform, which took on the generation of historians, especially an influential group at the University of Wisconsin, who had idolized the American Populists of the late 19th and early 20th centuries as restorers of American democratic ideals, reasserting the rights of farmers against the Eastern political and financial elite.

Hofstadter, though, played up the Populists' distrust of immigrants and city life, their crypto-anti-Semitism ("You shall not crucify mankind upon a cross of gold!" declared William Jennings Bryan in 1896), and their wholesale rejection of modernity. He and other Jewish intellectuals at Columbia tended to be a bit more skeptical than their Midwestern peers about mass movements made up of angry Anglo-Saxon men.

Some of the angriest white men in the `50s were anti-Communists, spreading alarm about treason on American campuses and in the diplomatic corps. When Hofstadter, in Anti-Intellectualism in American Life (1963) and then The Paranoid Style in American Politics, traced a direct line from the Know Nothing party of the 1850s to modern McCarthyite conservatives he earned himself the abiding enmity of the right.

William F. Buckley, who helped launch the modern conservative movement, famously complained that Hofstadter "analyzed" liberals but "diagnosed" conservatives. But Hofstadter, Brown reminds us, was also suspicious of many leftists (and they returned the favor). His criticism of the populist tradition led some historians on the left to brand him a neoconservative, in an early use of the term. He was no fan, either, of the trendy leftish educational theories taking over schools-his criticism of them was a precursor, Brown suggests, of attacks on "political correctness."

Brown argues that Hofstadter's attacks on anti-intellectualism "had as much to do with protection of the intellectual from the left" as from the right. Hofstadter had flirted with Communism as a graduate student at Columbia in the 1930s but was turned off by leftist intolerance. Yet in the 1950s and early 1960s (by which time he was an anti-Communist) he was preoccupied with the right: If Barry Goldwater, who wanted to jettison the New Deal, should win election in 1964, he wrote, it "will put the democratic process in this country in jeopardy." (Brown says he sounds a bit paranoid himself.)

To the end, Hofstadter thought of himself as speaking, even when critically, from within the liberal-progressive tradition. Even so, the late 1960s pushed him to the right, relatively speaking, and it's a fascinating question how far he might have drifted in that direction had he lived. He was depressed by the Vietnam War, yet also appalled by the violent protests of some student radicals. He was tapped to give the Columbia commencement address in 1968, the only person both right and left would listen to.

Hofstadter thought the conservative revolution died with Goldwater. He may have been wrong about that, but Brown writes that he was one of the first analysts to see that modern conservatism was a potent grass-roots social movement. Today, Brown writes, the Bush presidency "has resurrected the sharp division in American life between East and West, aristocracy and democracy," intellectuals and men of action-all the great Hofstadter themes.

Indeed, Brown hints that Anti-Intellectualism in American Life would make a good title for a chronicle of the Bush years-which answers the question, at least for Brown, of whether Hofstadter is still relevant.

Christopher Shea's column appears biweekly in the Ideas section of The Boston Globe.

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Tuesday, May 30, 2006

The Banality Of Evil Redux

Who shared the guilt in 1961 for the Shoah? Who shared the guilt in 1971 for My Lai? Who shares the guilt today for Haditha? In 1964, Hannah Arendt was astounded at Eichmann's dull, bookish appearance during his 1961 trial in Israel for crimes against humanity. Arendt was amazed that evil could look so ordinary. Genocide orchestrated by an accountant? Rusty Calley at My Lai was a callow college dropout and he was convicted of crimes against humanity. Today, Rusty Calley is a jewelry store manager in Georgia. Now, we have the poor Marines at Haditha. Eichmann had his Hitler. Calley had his Trickster. The Haditha Marines have their Dubster. The Dubster's "hero," Harry S Truman, placed a sign on the Truman Oval Office desk: "The buck stops here." Impeach The Dubster already! The charge? Crimes against humanity. Hitler=The Trickster=The Dubster. The buck stops here. If this is a (fair & balanced) Memorial Day meditation, so be it.

William L. (Rusty) Calley, Jr.

















Click on the image to enlarge it. Copyright © 1971 Time Magazine

[x www.tanosborn.com]
My Lai — Haditha — and America's whitewashers
By Ben Tanosborn.

My Lai had its victims, a gruesome display at par with the worst incidents that have come to light in the last century. It also had its gang of perpetrators; soldiers under the command of Lt. William Calley. And it even had four heroes; three from a helicopter crew (Thompson, Colburn and Andreotta) who saved the lives of a few villagers; and a man in Calley’s platoon whose conscience would not permit him to take part in the massacre (Bernhardt). But beyond heroes and villains, for the next few years My Lai would also have a never-ending series of whitewashers, who in good conscience must also be considered villains… by choice or by default.

The whitewashers came in all ranks of importance, from the anticipated ever-present military brass, that initiated and maintained the cover-up, to a host of politicians and people in leadership, all the way to the Commander-in-Chief, President Nixon in this case. The incredible bottom line to this holocaust was, however, that the only person found guilty for this carnage was Lt. Calley, who ended up serving 3 ½ years of “house arrest” in his quarters at Fort Benning, Georgia. The entire sordid affair became not just a national disgrace for which the country could do penance, but a monumental whitewash that to date Americans prefer not to talk about.

In a way, the enablers to the entire whitewash were the American public. Not only were the villains and whitewashers de facto exonerated, but the four heroes in the plot became traitors… to their military comrades, and also to much of the population.

My Lai, photos and all, was just too big a war crime to allow an effective cover-up, or it might have remained a secret to this date. Accounts provided by soldiers who lived through similar criminal accounts, if in a much smaller scale, were kept hush-hush we are led to believe “not to affect the morale of the troops.” It was all done, as it always seems to be in these cases, for the “greater good.” Yes, the end justifies the means!

Now the hamlets of Pinkville have given way to the streets of Haditha, and the probable murder of two dozen Iraqis, including women and children, by a large, yes large, group of marines. If it turns out to be as horrific as noted in some of the leaked details, and there wasn’t a single marine with enough humanity in the group to put a stop to this, God have pity on us as a nation… and as human beings.

It has been six months since the incident occurred, far too long to conduct an adequate investigation had the military chosen to do so. But the delay probably had as much or more to do with the timing in the formation of the Iraqi government than with the preparation of Americans at home for this “new truth.”

Vietnam is far away in time and memory. But now Americans have to cope with new unpleasant realities: a government that lied to them, so as to enlist their support for an illegitimate war; then Abu Ghraib, and the realization that the military is far from squeaky-clean when it comes to torture, human rights and compliance with international law. Now, it is the pride of the military, the marines, who are being put to the test. And this may turn out to be a test like no other in the history of the Corps.

Revenge for the killing of a fellow marine is no reason to kill innocent, defenseless Iraqi women and children; nor is frustration, even when insurgents are at times fed and sheltered by civilians in the area, or when complicity is suspected. Criminal reprisal as an answer to physical and/or mental strain is just unacceptable behavior in human beings, much less in soldiers. When soldiers get to a point where they are apt to crack, they should be kept in their barracks or sent home. Just what role does the military leadership play in all this? Commanders, doctors and chaplains… aren’t they all gravely derelict?

How many more Hadithas are there… will we ever know what happened in Fallujah, and so many other places where the US military has no reason or right to be?

One must wonder. One, two… three decades from now some of these people who are committing crimes in Iraq, or those whitewashing their behavior, are likely to be in positions of political power in these United States. One could even become senator, president, or secretary of state. The whitewash, it appears, never ends.

Ben Tanosborn resides in Vancouver, WA (USA) where he operates a business consulting firm and blogs daily.

© 2006 Ben Tanosborn


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Saturday, May 27, 2006

An Iraqi Double-Nightmare (For Us)

The news from Iraq gets worse and worser. As we sink into a Vietnam-like quagmire, we have U. S. Marines shooting men, women, and children in retaliation for a guerrilla attack that took a Marine's life. 1The Cobra sinks her fangs into The Rumster and The Dubster for leading us into disaster in Iraq. Then, 2Paul Mulshine, a New Jersey Republican loyalist and newspaper columnist for the Newark fishwrap, exposes the fraud of our nation-building in Iraq. The former Vietnamese collaborators with French colonialism were our great hope for democratizing Vietnam. Now, we are placing our democratic pipedreams in the hands of a known terrorist who masterminded the attack on the U.S. embassy in Beirut with an innovation known as the suicide car bomb. Our rocket scientists in State and Defense brought Nouri Kamal al-Maliki, the new Iraqi PM, out of exile in Syria to head the newest democratic government in Iraq. We are in a quagmire that is getting deeper and deeper. If this is (fair & balanced) dread, so be it.

1[x NYTimes]
Don't Become Them
By Maureen Dowd

When I started in newspapers, I shied away from police brutality stories, letting other reporters cover them.

I knew there were cops who had no right to be cops. But I also knew, because my dad was a detective, the sort of blistering pressure men and women in uniform were under as they made snap life-and-death decisions. I'd cringed at the 60's refrain that the military and the police were "pigs."

After my dad killed a robber in self-defense — the man had tried to shoot him point-blank in the face, but that chamber of the gun was empty — he told a police psychologist that he could not swallow or eat because he felt as though he had fish bones in his throat.

So I felt sickened to hear about the marines who allegedly snapped in Haditha, Iraq, and wantonly killed two dozen civilians — including two families full of women and children, among them a 3-year-old girl. Nine-year-old Eman Waleed told Time that she'd watched the marines go in to execute her father as he read the Koran, and then shoot her grandfather and grandmother, still in their nightclothes. Other members of her family, including her mother, were shot dead; she said that she and her younger brother had been wounded but survived because they were shielded by adults who died.

It's a My Lai acid flashback. The force that sacked Saddam to stop him from killing innocents is now accused of killing innocents. Under pressure from the president to restore law, but making little progress, marines from Camp Pendleton, many deployed in Iraq for the third time, reportedly resorted to lawlessness themselves.

The investigation indicates that members of the Third Battalion, First Marines, lost it after one of their men was killed by a roadside bomb, going on a vengeful killing spree over about five hours, shooting five men who had been riding in a taxi and mowing down the residents of two nearby houses.

They blew off the Geneva Conventions, following the lead of the president's lawyer.

It was inevitable. Marines are trained to take the hill and destroy the enemy. It is not their forte to be policemen while battling a ghostly foe, suicide bombers, ever more ingenious explosive devices, insurgents embedded among civilians, and rifle blasts fired from behind closed doors and minarets. They don't know who the enemy is. Is it a pregnant woman? A child? An Iraqi policeman? They don't know how to win, or what a win would entail.

Gen. Michael Hagee, the Marine Corps commandant, who has flown to Iraq to talk to his troops about "core values" in the wake of Haditha and a second incident being investigated, noted that the effect of this combat "can be numbing."

A new A&E documentary chronicles the searing story of the marines of Lima Company, 184 Ohio reservists who won 59 Purple Hearts, 23 posthumously. Sgt. Guy Zierk recounts kicking in a door after an insurgent attack. Enraged over the death of his pals, he says he nearly killed two women and a 16-year-old boy. "I am so close, so close to shooting, but I don't." he says. "It would make me no better than the people we're trying to fight."

Retired Maj. Gen. John Batiste, one of those who called for Donald Rumsfeld's resignation, told Chris Matthews that blame for Haditha and Abu Ghraib lay with "the incredible strain bad decisions and bad judgment is putting on our incredible military."

While it was nice to hear President Bush admit he had made mistakes, he was talking mostly about mistakes of tone. Saying he wanted Osama bin Laden "dead or alive" would have been O.K. if he had acted on it, rather than letting Osama go at Tora Bora and diverting the Army to Iraq.

At his news conference with a tired-looking Tony Blair, Mr. Bush seemed chastened by Iraq, at least. But he continued to have the same hallucination about how to get out: turning things over to the Iraqi security forces after achieving total victory over insurgents and terrorists.

Stories in The Times this week show that Iraqi security forces are so infiltrated by Shiite militias, Sunni militias, death squads and officers with ties to insurgents that the idea of entrusting anything to them is ludicrous.

By ignoring predictions of an insurgency and refusing to do homework before charging into Iraq on trumped-up pretenses, W. left our troops undermanned, inadequately armored and psychologically unprepared.

It was maddening to see the prime minister of Britain — of all places — express surprise at the difficulty of imposing a democracy on a country that has had a complex and ferocious tribal culture since the Gardens of Babylon were still hanging.

Maureen (The Cobra) Dowd won the Pulitzer Prize for reports stemming from the Clinton impeachment trial. She is an equal-opportunity viper who struck The Trickster and now strikes The Dubster. Double-Ouch.


Copyright © 2006 The New York Times Company

2[x Star-Ledger (Newark, NJ)]
Nonstop nonsense from neoconservatives
By Paul Mulshine

In Iraq, the terrorists have won, at least if you accept Washington's definition of "terrorism."

The post of prime minister is now in the hands of the Dawa party, the same group of people that U.S. officials called the "Dawa terrorists" back in 1983. That was when they attacked the U.S. embassy in Beirut with what was then an innovation in terrorist warfare, the suicide car bomb.

The new Iraqi prime minister, Nouri Kamal al-Maliki, was an active party member back then. He was hiding out in Syria, presumably thinking unkind thoughts about the country that would later bring him to power in his native country.

The intellectual authors of the Iraq war, the so-called "neoconservatives," are fond of talking about the terrorists we're fighting. But they never mention the terrorists we're fighting for, including that party of ex-suicide bombers to whom we've helped hand the most powerful position in the new government.

This is a strange phenomenon. It's as if Presidents Franklin Roosevelt and Harry Truman had pursued a long and costly war in the Pacific only to put a kamikaze pilot in charge of Japan. Actually, it's worse. The Dawa party has from its inception had a very specific mission: to restore control of Iraq to an Islamic government. It never could have done this on its own, but thanks to some deep thinkers in Washington, the party is well on its way.

Among those deep thinkers is Max Boot, a fellow of the Council on Foreign Relations and a frequent contributor to the Los Angeles Times. In a recent column, Boot asserted that, now that the United States has brought democracy to Iraq, we should concentrate efforts on Egypt.

The idea of spreading democracy to the Mideast remains central to the neocon philosophy. That philosophy is not grounded in reality. We've seen two great experiments in democracy in the past couple of years. In Iraq, the Dawa is actually among the most moderate members of the ruling coalition, which is busy replacing a secular government with an Islamic republic. In the Palestinian territories, meanwhile, the homicidal Hamas won a free election.

But don't worry, the neocons tell us. Things will all work out just fine after we spread democracy to all those other countries where the great masses of people seem to prefer Islamic fundamentalism to Western secularism.

Never before has a philosophy of foreign policy been so thoroughly discredited so quickly by events. Yet its proponents seem not to have noticed. Boot is but one among many neocons who got everything wrong about Iraq but still insist everything's going right. Just before the war began in 2003, for example, Boot wrote that "the conquest of Afghanistan definitely denied the terrorists an important base of operations. The ouster of Saddam Hussein will achieve the same purpose."

Oops. Before the war, there were perhaps a few dozen terrorists based in Baghdad. But now, if one accepts the neocons' definition of "terrorist," there are at least 20,000, perhaps more. And that's just on the enemy side. The terrorists now in the Iraqi government have in the past few years killed dozens of times as many Americans as terrorists linked to Saddam ever did.

The forces of radical cleric Moqtada al-Sadr, whom we "liberated," have killed hundreds of American troops and wounded thousands. And while other terrorists of all descriptions now have bases all over Iraq, al-Sadr has a base right inside the Green Zone, where his party plays a major role in the new government. The sad fact is, if every al Qaeda sympathizer and ex-Baathist in Iraq were to disappear tomorrow, we'd still need to keep troops around indefinitely just to make sure our new allies didn't go back to their old tricks.

This is as complete a foreign-policy screwup as can be imagined. President Bush certainly deserves blame — but not from the Democrats. They bought into the neocon philosophy from the beginning and have only recently come around to offering tepid criticisms, none of which involves the central error of promoting democracy where it is not in our interest. Only a few far-right critics, such as Pat Buchanan, have questioned whether this exercise in nation-building was a fitting use of American force in the first place.

The problem, near as I can deduce it, derives from Americans' failure to understand that the rest of the world does not share our two-party system. If A is bad, the typical American thinks, then his opponent, B, must by definition be good, or at least better.

But what if, while A is indeed bad, B is awful, C is despicable, D is reprehensible and E is downright monstrous? This is a simple enough concept to grasp, yet it seems to elude even the deepest of our deep thinkers.

Paul Mulshine is a longtime columnist and former editorial writer for The (Newark) Star-Ledger. His years of covering New Jersey provide readers with umatched insight into local politics. Whether he is writing about sport-utility vehicles, Bruce Springsteen or the state of the New Jersey Republican party, Mulshine’s voice is distinctive, informed and very New Jersey.


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Friday, May 26, 2006

The REAL Skinny On Couric, Cooper, and Hannity

Like Lee Siegel, I know where some of the talking heads on the tube came from. Bill O'Reilly was shoveling manure on an Iowa feedlot. Roger Ailes of Faux News was traveling by and the right front tire of his car blew out. While awaiting the tow truck, Ailes watched O'Reilly shovel bullsh*t. The rest is history. Rush Limbaugh was a pharmaceutical salesman before he exhibited his "talent on loan from God." Loading up hundreds of Oxycontin pills in Florida just came natural to this bloviating huckster. The rest is history. Ann Coulter was an acne-ridden adolescent boy when he discovered that he had a shrewish right-wing harridan within his skinny body. After Ann visited the noted sex-change doc (Stanley H. Biber, MD) in Trinidad, CO(?), the rest is history. If this (fair & balanced) fantasy, so be it.

[x TNR Blog — Lee Siegel On Culture]
COURIC, COOPER, HANNITY. WHERE THEY CAME FROM:
by Lee Siegel

Most times, I would rather do just about anything than read one of John Tierney's calculatedly curmudgeonly columns in The New York Times, but last Sunday, he had a great and funny one.

It was about someone named Guy Goma, who emigrated to England from French-speaking Congo, and started learning English only four years ago. Waiting in the offices of the BBC to be interviewed for a computer job, Goma was mistaken by a BBC television producer for an expert on trademark law who was supposed to comment on a news show about the verdict in a courtroom-dispute between Apple Computer and the Apple Corps record label. Goma found himself sitting with the host, before the cameras, and immediately slipped right into the role, acquitting himself with panache.

Tierney used the occasion to reflect (bravely) on how little talent punditry requires. If only he knew the whole story. Thanks to funding from several private foundations that wish to remain anonymous, I've spent the last week looking into the true origins of some of our most prominent news anchors and commentators. This is a Lee-Siegel-on-Culture exclusive. Tell your friends.

Katie Couric. The host of the "Today Show," and soon-to-be anchor of CBS "Evening News" was delivering a Domino's pizza when network executives mistook her for crack investigative crime-reporter Ginny Flynn. With the exception of some tomato sauce on her cheek, Couric did her bit so well that it took weeks before anyone looked into the whereabouts of Flynn, who was eventually found drugged and dancing at a strip bar in Lodi, New Jersey owned by Sal "Masterpiece Theater" Bonpensiero. Producers had thought the tomato sauce on Couric's cheek was blood from a real crime scene. She's been saying cheese ever since.

Anderson Cooper. Imagine. You work for an agency that supplies actors for special events. Your specialty is "Martine, the Crying Diva," and your best clients progressive families who want to throw a birthday party for their openly gay teenager. Rushing up the street outside CNN's New York studios to retrieve a pair of pumps you left behind at a celebration the previous night, you run into a desperate associate producer. He is looking for someone to cry on camera while reporting on a collapsed delicatessen in Queens. E lucevan le stelle.

Sean Hannity. Most people know that "Pork Chop," as his friends call him, worked in construction before he moved into broadcasting. During the winter, though, Hannity had to find another way to make a living. So he became one of the pharmaceutical industry's most popular "subjects" for its clinical trials. Since it is dangerous for subjects to mix radically different drugs, they usually stick with one medical condition. Hannity's specialty was hemorrhoids. It was Norm Plitzker, an ambitious young producer at Fox, who saw Hannity on a street corner screaming, stomping his feet, and begging passers-by to pour a Smoothie into his behind. The rest is history.


Lee Siegel is a critic and essayist living in New York City, whose writing about literature, art, politics, film, and television has appeared in Harper's, The New Republic, Time, The Atlantic Monthly, and The New Yorker, among other publications. He received the 2002 National Magazine Award for Reviews and Criticism. Currently, Siegel is a senior editor at The New Republic.


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