Several years ago I came to
the conclusion that we were in the midst of an ideological crisis. Liberalism was clearly not working, but there
did not seem to be a practical substitute.
Few Americans were prepared to resurrect laissez-faire capitalism or to embrace
a Judeo-Christian theocracy.
So what was the
alternative? My sociological analysis
convinced me that we were headed toward “social individualism.” As our society grew more affluent and
complex, there were more personal decisions to make. Yet unless these were based on what was
possible, they were apt to backfire.
Liberalism was grounded in a
troika of fantasies. Progressives told
us that social justice depended on universal love, interpersonal equality, and
sexual androgyny. Yet I knew these were fairytales. A sustainable social order depended upon
being more realistic about the sort of creatures we are and the challenges we
confront.
So when I began writing
about these issues, I talked about social realism. We were social creatures so we would have to
start by understanding our social nature.
Love was important, but it was directed toward people we knew well, not
strangers. We were also hierarchical creatures. That is, everyone wanted to be special. Lastly there are genuine differences between
men and women.
I had also come to believe
that in our mass techno-commercial society, more of us would need to be
professionalized. We would have to
become self-motivated experts in the tasks we performed. Both on the job and at home, we would have to
base our decisions on what achieved our aims.
And yet, there was nothing
sexy about professionalization, or for the matter social realism. These were not inspirational concepts. Not many people were going to wake up in the
morning breathlessly eager to become more professional or socially
sophisticated.
Liberalism might be dying,
but people crave hope. They need a goal
that promises to make life better.
Moreover, this goal needs to be easy to grasp. It has to intuitively provide a noble reason
for living.
Then it hit me, why not call
what I was after “progressive-conservatism.”
The liberals had appropriated their current label from folks who today
would be called libertarians. Turn about
was fair play, and progressivism had a ring of inexorable improvement.
Besides, I liked the idea of
calling myself a “pro-con.” A colleague,
however, threw cold water on this by pointing out that conservatism continues
to suggest a retrograde orientation.
This sent me back to the drawing board.
It was at this point that
the notion of “principled realism” dawned on me. Being in tune with reality was not
enough. Our shared aspirations had to be
in accord with standards that reduced interpersonal conflict. Unless we respected each other’s ambitions,
we could not cooperate in saving the world.
Then when president Trump
gave his speech to Islamic leaders in Saudi Arabia, my hunch was confirmed
after he used this very phrase. Trump
was referring to political reforms. He
wanted to bring contrasting civilizations together to fight a common threat.
But why couldn’t a renewed practicality
also apply to our personal lives? Why
couldn’t it relate to strengthening our marriages and reducing social
tensions? We have jointly been fed so
many myths about gender, race, and social class that might not a dose of truth
prove a sovereign corrective?
Reality is a hard taskmaster,
but fairytales are more dangerous.
Sooner or later, they entice us to place our fate in the hands of
monsters. Moral principles too can be
demanding. They often require us to
sacrifice beguiling dreams for the sake of the common good.
As I write this, I fear that
I may be sounding like the college professor that I am. Nonetheless, it seems imperative to me that we
as a society wake up from the angry nightmares we have conjointly created. Our unprecedented prosperity will mean
nothing if we do not deal with the world as it is.
If we don’t recognize our
individual and collective limitations, we will not be able to take advantage of
our individual and collective opportunities.
Life can be difficult, but it is much more difficult with our heads
buried in the sand and our hearts dedicated to selfish pursuits.
Melvyn L. Fein, Ph.D.
Professor of Sociology
Kennesaw State University
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