
Have you noticed the strain of contemporary right-wing thinking in which the speaker purports to be advocating something egalitarian in nature, but is actually using envy to fuel even greater inequality? It’s a slightly more sophisticated version of the “We must repeal Obamacare in order to save our children” line. When done correctly, it’s really an impressive move — the kind of trick the word “sophistry” only begins to describe. And if you haven’t seen it done yet, you will soon. Ever since the crash in ’08 sent deficits and debt sky-high,self-styled fiscal conservatives have been tossing out this bait-and-switch like little old ladies toss breadcrumbs to pigeons.
Speaking of little old ladies: most of the time, the tactic is used as an excuse to gut the New Deal and the Great Society and its intended audience is youngins like me. Depending on their level of integrity, these advocates of generational struggle point to Medicare and/or Social Security as, in one of their favorite locutions, ticking time-bombs just waiting to blow up (in about 20-30 years) and ruin America’s future. In and of itself, their argument may be hysterical, but it’s not absurd. The trajectory of Medicare expenditures is problematic, what with the Baby Boomers’ joints getting creakier by the hour; and Social Security, while in much better shape than many have been led to believe, could use some tweaks between now and two-to-three decades from now.
But if you listened to some of these people, you’d think Chicken Little was a study in even keel composure.
Anyway, what got me thinking about all of this was a recent piece by Connor Kilpatrick of Jacobin and The eXiled Online, a mea culpa of sorts inspired by a recent Esquire broadside against Baby Boomers. Kilpatrick had written a similar analysis focusing on the widening generational gap in futures and politics; but while his was a kinda/sorta tongue-in-cheek (i.e., like any other piece in eXile) call for actual war between these different cohorts, the writer in Esquire ended up using many of the same points to reach a very different conclusion:
Stephen Marche’s Esquire essay, “The War Against Youth,” left me feeling queasy, and by the end of it, I was ready to commit seppuku over a dog-eared copy of Das Kapital. So please excuse me while I indulge in a little Maoist self-criticism.
Marche’s essay hit all the same notes I hit. He even used the same David Frum quote. (Hi, Stephen!) And yes, he wants you to know that he stands firmly with the young and righteous Millennials. So how is it that his conclusions are straight out of a Wall Street Journal editorial? It was like being forced to watch my doppelgänger hack up an innocent: I didn’t do it, but jesus—except for the whole fiendish-grin and no-pupils thing, that looks a hell of a lot like me swinging that axe.
Kilpatrick’s article is a fun read in its entirety, but here’s the part where my mind went “ding!”:
Generational politics allows the ruling class to dress up our economic catastrophe as simply an ‘imbalance’ between two generations of wage-earners. And once they’ve spun that tale, then they can go in and clean everyone out in the name of fiscal and intergenerational harmony.
And it’s not just the liberals. Even the GOP indulges in Millennial concern-trolling, though you won’t see them shed a crocodile tear for Occupy—unlike their Democratic peers they never made it with a hippie. But most every week, turn on C-SPAN and you can hear some House Republican screeching about how “entitlements” shackle our grandchildren with debt. So they, too, are “on our side.”
This is where our era’s brand of puritanical liberalism–with all its moralism about consumer culture and finger-waving about greed and excess–clears a path for this con. Just another variation on the same Protestant theme. So you can understand why overlords like Pete Peterson want you to see the Boomers as living the life on your dime. Not so that you’ll demand the same and more, but to convince you that healthcare on-demand and a decent retirement are luxuries no one should have–except for the wealthy, of course.
OK, so here are the two places I went. First, because I am who I am, I thought of Bob Dylan. Specifically, I thought of Dylan’s “It’s Alright Ma (I’m Only Bleeding),” this line in particular:
While one who sings with his tongue on fire
Gargles in the rat race choir
Bent out of shape from society’s pliers
Cares not to come up any higher
But rather get you down in the hole
That he’s in
And the second thing I thought of was this Walter Russell Mead post (full disclosure: former Professor of mine) on the ongoing brouhaha between staff and ownership of the New York Times:
Schadenfreude alert: readers, and especially those who don’t much like the New York Times, should make sure they are not eating soup or holding hot liquids before viewing the video below. Uncontrollable gales of laughter stemming from excessive levels of schadenfreude may cause spilling and staining. …
New York Times staffers, like suffering proles all over the world, belong to a labor union, and over the years the union has negotiated a very comfy defined benefit retirement plan. The staffers love the plan.
But economic reality is intruding. Times management, perhaps reading the coverage in its own pages about the companies and cities going bankrupt due to unsustainable union-bargained pension systems, wants to make a change. It wants to offer a defined contribution plan, instead. Workers and the company pay into a 401(k) plan, workers invest it, and when they retire, that is the amount they have towards their income.
It’s an entitled blue deer, meet onrushing truck kind of moment. …
Nobody in the video talks about the changes in the news business that threatens to drive the Times into a deep dive. Nobody talks about the prospect of future significant staff cuts if costs can’t be contained. None of them discuss the incongruity between their own naive sense of entitlement and what is going on in the cities, companies and countries they cover.
They just want the money.
Annoyingly, the video embed in the original post isn’t working, so we can’t see for ourselves what an “entitled blue deer” looks like. (Probably like this.) But that’s not really the point.
Instead, notice how Mead frames all of this: employees of the Times are entitled, naïve, and probably a bunch of other not-so-good things Mead had to constrain himself from writing because they have the audacity to protest when management wants to change their contract even though life sucks for a whole bunch of other people. How dare they protest against switching to a 401(k) — which, incidentally, might actually not be such a great system — when there are so many people out of work, out of their homes, out of options, and so on? And for what? Money! Only a union member…
To Mead, the bad circumstances afflicting millions is not seen as a tragic and unnecessary ongoing crisis; it’s the yardstick by which any and all of us not-so-unlucky ones are expected to gauge our own circumstances and demands. Mead actually goes further — he implies that the whole reason we’re in this mess to begin with is because of rapacious unions. (This is a running theme of his, portraying the United States’ relatively meager welfare state and labor movement as the source of our impending destruction.) There are perhaps better examples of Marx’s theory that unemployment in a capitalist society serves as a tool through which workers are cowed into submission, but this one is still pretty damn good.