Politics in a Time of Plague
I hope this post finds all of you healthy and safe. It’s been a terrible month, more than a month, for so many people.
The New York Review of Books asked me to write something about pandemics and politics. How, they asked me to consider, is it possible to do democracy under quarantine?
I decided to flip the question. Much of what is called democracy, after all, presumes the quarantine of vast parts of the citizenry, that they be kept isolated, politically if not physically.
So the real question, it seems to me, is how have isolated and separated men and women, often under great duress, nevertheless managed to create democracy over the ages?
That’s what I wrote about here, with a little help from Frederick Douglass, Betty Friedan, Primo Levi, and the best of the best: Frances Fox Piven. Here’s a small excerpt:
When people express concern about the consequences of pandemic politics for democracy, they are thinking of a fairly familiar, and limited, repertoire of activities—voting, primaries, conventions, marching in the streets. But the counter-tradition of inauspicious democracy teaches us that the world of established institutions and familiar tactics, even if those tactics once belonged to protest movements past, is not the only place to look for democracy. It presses us instead to look at those networks of interdependency that Piven spoke of, to see how subordinate classes might use as leverage the dependence of their superiors (and society) upon these subordinates, to bring about a greater democratization of the whole.
Isolation, it has been pointed out, is a luxury many men and women in the United States cannot now afford and will probably never enjoy. For many in the working class, and some in the professional classes, there is no withdrawal from public spaces to a place of greater safety at home. These men and women are picking lettuce, boxing groceries, delivering packages, driving buses and trains, riding buses and trains, filling prescriptions, operating registers, caring for the elderly, taking care of the sick, burying the dead. Though these disparities understandably arouse a sense of deep unease, and guilt among those who are their beneficiary, there is a dimension to this inequity that has gone overlooked. The state designates these men and women to be “essential workers,” and while that designation has earned those workers little more than a patronizing thanks for their “selflessness” from President Obama, Mayor Bloomberg, and other worthies, the designation is nonetheless a recognition of their potential power right now. Power that some have begun to wield.
You can read the rest here.
A couple of months ago, I wrote another piece for the New York Review of Books website. It seems like from another world. But it was about the Iowa Caucuses and what they mean for democracy. I don’t think I ever posted about that piece here, so I am now.
I’ve got two more pieces coming out in the coming weeks/months: a long essay on American communism, which doubles as a review of Vivian Gornick’s Romance of American Communism and Jodi Dean’s Comrade; and another long essay on Max Weber. I’ll post them here when they do.
To everyone who’s reading: I hope that if you are healthy, you stay healthy, and that if you’re sick, you get better.