Why I’m a Realist
Readers of this site must surely know by now that I am definitively partisan in my views and opinions. I certainly make no pretence of my leaning. I thought now, virtually a year since I started writing for Commentary, I would tell you just how I became a curmudgeonly old fart in my twenties.
Put simply, it was Karl Marx’s fault. Being a young and impressionable little undergrad political sciences student I was being introduced to all the major political philosophers who matter, from Hobbes, Hegel and Locke to Marx, Mao and Plato. When you’re actually interested by these authors, it makes for great influence upon your own political scruples. But it was Marx who held the most allure above and beyond the rest. Full of wonderful imagery, logical argumentation which I could truly understand together with the ever-so tempting carrot of future utopian life, free of material need or want. Of course I never really expected a Marxist happy land to ever be actualised, but I admired the idea of it all, and thus considered myself an outspoken advocate of Communism. I figured Communist powers around the world should be given credit for at least trying to change our reality drastically enough to actually make a difference.
So for two years I listened teary-eyed to the many comrades who came to UKZN for guest lectures, listened to what the ANC cadres espoused and admired the unity. But then I came into my third year at university, and I woke the hell up. It was ironically those selfsame comrades combined with the introduction of fresher, more-appealing notions of grandiosity from liberal thinkers such as Fukuyama which led me to realise just how foolish I was to think in such absolutist, impossibly ideal, terms. When you realise the comrades are really spouting their trash just to get credit with the ANCYL branch in order to have a nice comfy position waiting after graduation, when you read about the devastation that the scourge of Communism had wrought upon this world, the silky sheen of it all is muddied somewhat.
I learnt two important things from being an ardent Communist for a year and half (aside from me being a total idiot!) First and foremost is that popular thought in such heavily-laden terms as global revolution, emancipation and fighting the bourgeois overlords is dangerous in that it leads to an extremely obstinate view on any opposing doctrine. I had realised, and still adhere to this day, that solid unwavering conviction in a set principle, specifically where politics is involved, is foolish at best. Adopting a more agnostic approach to it all, in that continuous questioning, scrutiny and- ultimately- cynicism often leads to a much purer line of thought. Being open to new and conflicting ideas, while still not adopting them wholeheartedly can quickly refine the extremely rough political stances many adopt. Secondly, conservative schools of thought, while miserable in their outlook, provide a far more solid intellectual and ideological basis upon which pragmatic, real changes could be slowly constructed. Small changes are possible, but the grand overarching predictions of Marx are about as useful in the real world as an udder on a bull. I still admire Marx for his courage to extend such a unique line of thought, but I keep my enthusiasm tightly concealed, where it belongs.
So I went first from being a Communist, to a sort of new-age right-wing liberal (perhaps? I was young!) to something resembling a libertarian, to a conservative. I had gradually thrown away the idealist asshattery that is non-realist thought and slowly became increasingly more cynical, frank and realistic in my expectations of the movement of people, politics and ideas. I have come to believe that, rather than assuming the best of people, I can make a lot more ideological headway if I assume everyone will act like total shitbags. This is why I am so hawkish, so damnably indifferent to the incompetence of George Bush and so condemning of islamofascist tyrannies; I don’t see war as the most evil thing to exist (much like Mill), nor do I uphold Western leaders to absurdly high double-standards while gleefully abandoning all reasonable suspicion of her enemies.
It boils down, in my opinion, to one’s own historical and political awareness, combined with an individual and inherently personal reaction thereof. For example, I’m aware of the evils of the USA, of democratic expansion, of the perils of economic interests. But likewise I am aware of the almost near-animalistic brutality and backward behaviour of many of America’s detractors. Do I condone Iran’s horrendous human rights record and nuclear ambitions simply because the one power capable of combating that evil is America? Should the world have let Saddam Hussein continue to reign terror upon his people unfettered, while France and friends undermine international sanctions, just because America wasn’t just invading because of a moral imperative? I believe not. Because whether or not you hate George Bush, his policies and the failings of the intelligence agencies, Saddam Hussein no longer terrifies Iraq and there now exists, after 5 years of war, a very real and tangible potential for a peaceful future. Of course America is in it for their own interests, but I also now have the realistic understanding that America is this world’s best chance for stability. Not world peace, never that. But the West is this world’s best shot at the future. It’s often as simple as that (although there are always many more issues at stake.) Any half-intelligent citizen of the west is aware of the uncomfortable truth that, no matter how much you despise the USA and their double-standards, their double-standards have the potential to move this world forward. I often get the impression that those timid souls who would make excuses for the likes of Iraq and Iran would prefer a world without America, where we are ruled by either the Soviets or Caliphate. How wonderful that would be! Blind patriotism is dangerous, to be sure, but so too is blind prejudice against the one country that, given its position of power in the world, could be ever so much more malevolent.
But I digress! The point of this long ramble is to ultimately soothe those who would call me a mindless bush-loving America-drone. Just because I don’t share your blind hatred for the world’s single-most historically benevolent superpower doesn’t mean I’m unaware of their evils. I just wish you’d do likewise for those tyrants and dictators who you would seek the best intentions from. I admire your sentiment, but I can never, after being there myself, condone it. It’s nice to expect the very best of everyone, but in reality you’ll only end up disappointed. To quote Thomas Sowell: “Liberals seem to assume that, if you don’t believe in their particular political solutions, then you don’t really care about the people that they claim to want to help.” I do care. I’m just not as vapidly unrealistic about it as you.




