Decades ago, when describing
his approach to dealing with autistic youngsters, the psychologist Bruno
Bettelheim wrote that, “love is not enough.”
Without providing these children understanding and discipline, they would
never overcome their disabilities.
A few weeks ago I said
something similar at a panel sponsored by the Cherokee County Republican
Assembly. I argued that love alone would
never enable us to triumph over the social challenges we face. Indeed, I claimed that we can never love
millions of other Americans.
This may sound harsh—but I
meant every word. The term “love” is
thrown around with abandon. People use
it when they want to sound kind or generous.
Nevertheless, anyone who has been in love knows this is a unique emotion
reserved for a very few.
The experience of falling in
love is totally different from being nice to a panhandler. Giving a homeless person a spare dollar is
not accompanied by paroxysms of joy. Nor
does it entail the intense commitment that sustains long term relationships.
I love my wife and willingly
make sacrifices for her. Most parents
are similarly prepared to endure hardships to protect their children. Nonetheless, while I like many of my KSU students,
my devotion to them is far less robust.
I will not even lend them money.
Anyone who has been in love
knows this takes a lot of energy. They
are aware of how it fills the mind. They
have dealt with their inability to focus on other matters and felt that special
thrill which comes from being around the object of their affection.
As it happens, love is generally
reserved for those with whom we are related.
It is earmarked for family members—including our spouses. Evolutionary psychologists tell us it results
from selfish genes that aim to reproduce themselves in the next
generation. Love thus generates an altruism
that defends our biological legacy.
How different it is with
strangers. When I go to the supermarket
checkout counter, I often joke with the clerk.
She frequently does the same with me.
But I don’t love her and she does not love me. We are polite; we are even friendly. Yet there is no passion in our transaction.
In our modern mass society,
we deal with most others in terms of their social roles. We know their jobs and they know ours and
this shapes the way we treat each other.
At the supermarket I am a customer and the woman across the counter is a
cashier. As a result, she rings up my
purchases and I pay for them.
In a world filled with
interdependent strangers, how else could we get along? Because it is impossible to know so many
others personally, we make do with identifying their social niches. Actually we often judge them by the symbols
of their positions. What a person wears,
or where he is standing, alerts us as to how we are to approach him.
This may seem callous, but
it is a practical solution to living in a mass society. Back in the days of hunter-gatherers,
strangers killed one another. Because they
could not be sure of an outsider’s intentions, they were wary. We are less so because we judge other’s
objectives by the jobs we impute to them.
In other words, when we talk
about loving everybody, this is no more than an analogy. We are being asked to pretend others are
members of our family and act accordingly.
In fact, we are to conduct ourselves as if we belonged to a “loving”
family. Everyone knows authentic kin can
be disagreeable.
So where does this leave us
when dealing with strangers? We need to
be nice if we are to survive unexpected encounters. We need to be responsible if we are to be economically
inter-reliant. One way or another, we
have to trust unknown others. Consequently,
if we cannot rely upon love; we must commit to shared ground rules. Morality has to substitute for genuine
affection.
Morality may be cold. It may be impersonal. But if we are to respect others, we must
honor the boundaries it sets. This may
not be love, but it furnishes some of the same safeguards.
Melvyn L. Fein, Ph.D.
Professor of Sociology
Kennesaw State University
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