Faces of My Year

On a good day, I read, take notes, walk (now run), and hang out with my wife and talk to assorted strangers. If I’m lucky, I get to ask those strangers if they’ll allow me to take their photos with my phone. I love the connection we feel for that brief moment. I love capturing their coolness, their beauty, their confidence. These are some of my favorite photos I took this year in Madrid, London, Louisville, Istanbul, and beyond.

Inclusion, Mistrust, and the Problem with Putting the Roof on First

(Photo by Thomas Hawk)

The other day, I stumbled across an interesting essay in Christianity Today about what the collapse of membership in evangelical churches might mean for politics in the American South.  The upshot was that it might not mean as much you’d think.  But what was most interesting in the analysis was how the author, Daniel K. Williams, an historian who studies the intersection of religion and politics, challenged the prevailing notion that secularization—or, more accurately, dechurching—transforms people into hyper-rational high modernists. Sure, there are a fair number of intellectual types who reject the religion they’d formerly practiced and become strict devotees of the Enlightenment, but most people who become alienated from their faiths generally don’t reinvent their world views from top to bottom.

I usually cringe when I read anything about religion in the non-religious American press.  More often than not, journalists treat faith as if it were first and foremost a set of “beliefs,” not appreciating that the average church goer generally isn’t willing to throw down over the fine points of theology and dogma.  When citizens of modern liberal democracies choose to worship in formal religious venues, it’s because it provides them with a source of solace and wisdom when confronting the trials and tribulations of life and helps orient them toward answers to the most difficult questions, particularly those surrounding death and the hell that is other people.  Of course, the fine points of theology–and liturgy–are not insignificant. They’re what make someone feel part of one denomination as opposed to another. But sociologically and politically speaking, what’s most important in any religion is the Weltanschauung, the comprehensive conception of the world and the place of humans with in it, that it provides followers.  Any given theology serves to undergird this overall understanding of the world, notions about the meaning of life and what attitudes and behaviors best help you survive it. This general “moral orientation,” as Williams calls it, can live on even after people leave their churches, “even if it survives only in a distorted form.”

This explains why the political views of lapsed Catholics in the Northeast are still generally liberal.  They still retain the  “theology of communal beliefs” of the Church they left behind. In the same way, Williams argues, lapsed Southern evangelicals are not likely to suddenly become political liberals but instead will retain the “individualistic moralism” that defines–and even predates–evangelicalism in the South. 

At this point, then, we’re not talking about articulated beliefs in the supernatural but more implicit assumptions about the nature of reality.  An unchurched American who was raised by Baptists from Oklahoma is likely to have different assumptions about what humans owe one another or how they should generally behave than does a child of lapsed Catholics–or even mainline Protestants–from Texas.  The worldview that may have once been instilled by religion becomes a more secular lens through which an individual views his fellow humans.

After mining survey data to compare the political views of churched and unchurched evangelicals, Williams hits pay dirt. The biggest contrast between the two groups came in the “area of personal trust in other people.”  When asked, “Do you think most people would try to take advantage of you if they got a chance or would they try to be fair?” 54% of white Protestant Southerners who attended church no more than once a year said that most people would try to take advantage of them.  The response to the same question by Southern Protestants who attend church every week was almost the opposite. Fully 62% percent said that most people would “try to be fair” and not take advantage of them. 

Similarly, when asked “Would you say that most of the time people try to be helpful or that they are mostly just looking out for themselves?”, 58% of the once-a-year church goers chose the cynical answer.  Again, the responses of weekly church goers were almost the opposite.  57% said that most of the time people “try to be helpful.”  Stripped of any religiously inspired notions of divine or human grace, unchurched evangelicals were left with what Williams calls “a deeply suspicious individualism.”

This makes me wonder whether West Coast-variety secular progressivism—with its decidedly elevated focus on racial and gender discrimination—also elicits a similar kind of mistrust in people.  Neo-Civil Rights social campaigns highlighting the need to take care when conducting cross-racial or cross-gender relationships can certainly make people properly conscientious about how they treat others who are unlike them. However, it’s conceivable that they can also instill mistrust.  Particularly in an era in which minorities and  women are encouraged to complain about any real or perceived mistreatment, I wonder if such a social climate could also make people more likely to assume—to paraphrase the aforementioned survey question—that most people unlike them would try to take advantage of them rather than be fair.  It reminds me of the scene in Annie Hall when Woody Allen’s character calls a television executive an antisemite because, Allen insists, the exec asked him, “Jew eat lunch?” rather than “Did you eat lunch?”  Allen’s character’s paranoia, of course, has clear historical origins. And the scene is poignant in addition to being funny, because even if this executive wasn’t an antisemite, it doesn’t mean that others might not be. And when do you trust people and when is it right to assume the worst?  In any case, it’s fair to ask whether secular progressivism is spreading a “deeply suspicious communalism,” not entirely unlike the cynicism Williams found metastasizing in the South. 

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I’ve been reading a lot about the ideological mishmash that animated America’s founders, namely liberalism, republicanism, and the brand of Christianity and Deism that were clearly part of the mix. Despite historians’ best efforts to cast the American Revolution as some sort of intellectually-driven movement, there was not a single ideological through line that united the patriots or the framers.  The Constitutional Convention itself was more a series of hard-won compromises over competing interests than it was some sort of intellectual debate about what constituted the best form of government.  

I love that the delegates are called Framers. I realize it’s because they framed—or shaped—the Constitution, but what fascinates me is how much the Constitution itself was a frame to a nation that had not yet been born in any substantive sense.  Francis Hopkinson, a signer of the Declaration of Independence and a member of the Continental Congress, called the Constitution a “new roof” that unified citizens of diverse and divided states. It’s significant that he saw it as a roof rather than a foundation.  Nonetheless, that roof, according to the late Princeton historian John M. Murrin, “an ingenious contrivance” that gave a fragile, embryonic American national identity,  a generation or two for interstate economic links to begin to tie together a real national community. 

More than a half century later, Abraham Lincoln characterized the Constitution, which was a largely amoral set of procedural rules, as a picture frame designed to enhance the beauty of a work of art. Lincoln believed that the Declaration of Independence, which stated that all men are created equal, was the “primary cause of our great prosperity.” It was the “great fundamental principle upon which our free institutions rest.” As such, the Constitution could only be understood in tandem with the Declaration. Borrowing the biblical image of a  “apple of a gold in a silver picture,” he compared the Constitution to “the picture of silver, subsequently framed around” the Declaration.  “The picture,” he wrote, “was made, not to conceal, or destroy the apple; but to adorn, and preserve it. The picture was made for the apple—the apple not for the picture.”

Of course, the Declaration of Independence was a piece of war propaganda written to justify an act of secession and garner both domestic and international support. But that’s another story altogether. The point here is that the brilliant men who created the Constitution created a federal government but not a nation or a shared culture, which had to emerge through ongoing cooperation and conflict among the country’s inhabitants themselves.  

I say inhabitants, because citizenship—along with its attendant rights—was defined legally and did not include all inhabitants. We all know the great trope of American civic life, that the Revolution is a work in progress, that the circle of citizenship widens through struggle over time.  But citizenship is not the same as culture, and sharing a sense of national fate is not the same as sharing a worldview about the meaning and purpose of life. 

That’s one of the many weaknesses of the current focus on social inclusion. Not only does it assume that there is a single culture into which everyone wants to be included, but that that single culture has already been pre-made by someone else before you were invited to participate.  At the very least, you’d think that in the name of democracy, all Americans should be encouraged to inquire what exactly they’re being asked to include themselves in and whether there’s an escape hatch. Or at least an edit button.  

More than 230 years after the Constitution was ratified, America still hasn’t congealed into a single culture. And while that fact can, at times, be a recipe for friction—political and otherwise—it isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Indeed, if you really believe in diversity, as so many Americans claim to these days, you should really hope that the inhabitants of this enormous nation never allow themselves to be compelled to living in one single homogeneous culture. It seems to me that the only way to lower the unhealthy levels of social mistrust in contemporary America is not to try to shove everybody into one box, but in learning to accept that some people will never see the world like you do.

Iron Butt Hits the Road

The George Rogers Clark Memorial Bridge, Louisville, Kentucky (Photo by Gregory Rodriguez)

Athens, Georgia

We just got back from another road trip in search of America, the country where I was born but which I still find surprisingly foreign in so many ways.  It’s the second such trip this year.  Last spring, we drove around East Tennessee whose top historic sites included Davy Crockett’s birthplace along the Nolichucky River, Dolly Parton’s hometown of Sevierville, and Andrew Johnson’s gravesite in Greeneville. 

This last trip was a six-day, five-state, 1,100-mile extravaganza that took us from Georgia, to western Tennessee, Kentucky, across the Ohio River into Indiana, then back south through North Carolina, and South Carolina.  Among the key points of interest in Kentucky were Daniel and Rebecca Boone’s grave in Frankfort; Cane Ridge, the site of what was perhaps the most culturally significant religious gathering in U.S. history; a 170-year-old Trappist monastery near Bardstown where Thomas Merton lived, and Muhammad Ali’s gravesite in Louisville.  Oh, and we saw Abraham Lincoln’s birthplace and ran a 5k along the way. 

What most of these sites have in common is that they evoke both national mythology and popular culture. The more I study U.S. history, the more I am struck by how much and how often Americans wrap themselves in virtue and heroism in order to justify far less lofty, material goals.  From the Revolutionary War to FTX cryptocurrency exchange, the nation and its citizens have had the unfortunate tendency to hide base desires and interests in high-minded idealism.  (The CEO of FTX charmed investors by touting his belief in effective altruism, a social movement that encourages followers to make as much money as possible so they can give it away. And America’s Founders would not have looked so heroic had they simply expressed how angry they were that the British prohibited them from crossing the Appalachians and seizing land.). But then there are the genuinely heroic outliers like Ali and Merton, who puncture American myths but are themselves products of the nation’s remarkable cultural alchemy.

This little trip got me excited to return to the University of Georgia library, where I have a few more precious weeks to study this year before heading back to Madrid. Each day as I read–trying to understand the roots of evangelical Christianity, its link to America’s cult of individualism, and how they both relate—or not–to the country’s founding ideologies of liberalism and republicanism–I am reminded of what my late father used to say about Richard Nixon.  In law school, poor Nixon spent so much time studying in the library that his classmates nicknamed him “Iron Butt.”  So, yes, it’s nice to get off my butt and hit the road from time to time. 

Yi-Fu Tuan and the Poetry of Place

Yi-Fu Tuan’s 1977 masterpiece, Space and Place: The Perspective of Experience, is one of the handful of books I’ve read in my life that completely changed the way I see the world. I was saddened to hear that the great humanist geographer has died.

Tuan was one of those rare scholars who brought heart and spirit to his intellectual analysis.  He sought to understand not only how humans interact with place, but how geography affects our emotions, and even taps into our deepest needs.  His thinking was universal, but he never lost sight of the intimate.  In fact, it was the human need for intimacy and meaning that he seemed to want to understand most. 

Like other great thinkers, he was able to simply define those things most mortals take for granted and leave unexplained.  His definition of place, for instance, is remarkable for its sensitivity to human behavior, needs, and emotions.

Place is whatever stable object catches our attention. As we look at a panoramic scene our eyes pause at points of interest. Each pause is time enough to create an image of place that looms large momentarily in our view. The pause may be of such short duration and the interest so fleeting that we may not be fully aware of having focused on any particular object; we believe we have simply been looking at the general scene. Nonetheless these pauses have occurred. It is not possible to look at a scene in general; our eyes keep searching for points of rest. We may be deliberately searching for a landmark, or a feature on the horizon may be so prominent that it compels attention.  As we gaze and admire a famous mountain peak on the horizon, it looms so large in our consciousness that the picture we take of it with a camera is likely to disappoint us, revealing a midget where we would expect to find a giant.

The essential formula undergirding Space and Place is so simple, brilliant, and fundamental that the reader understands it instantly at an instinctive level.  Tuan was a scholar blessed with the wisdom of a poet. His formula: “Place is security, space is freedom: we are attached to the one and long for the other.”  Human lives, he writes, “are a dialectical movement between shelter and venture, attachment and freedom.  In open space one can become intensely aware of place; and in the solitude of a sheltered place the vastness of space behind acquires a haunting presence.”

There’ve been times that I’ve loved or loathed places but was too inarticulate—and likely too insensitive—to pinpoint the source of my reactions. I once spent a total of two weeks at sea in the Roaring Forties of the South Atlantic Ocean. It was dreadful.  I found it endlessly boring.  Was it because there was nothing to rest my eyes on except perhaps an occasional distant, menacing weather front?  And why do I think the barren Namib Desert is the most beautiful place I’ve ever seen?  Was it because the wind created shapes in the sand that my eyes—and soul—found comfort in?  What does my disdain for one place and love for another say about me and what I need from life?  Yi-Fu Tuan gave me the language that helps me grapple with my surroundings.

I never met Professor Tuan, but I wanted to.  I sent him an email in January 2020, requesting an interview.  He responded promptly and generously. We set a date to meet on Tuesday, March 31, of that same year.  Then the pandemic happened. I never made that trip to Wisconsin, where I had hoped to meet him at the Starbucks on State Street in Madison where he was a regular.  A Starbucks, of all places! 

I like to imagine that we talked for hours in one of his favorite places.

A Clever Mind

(Photo by Gregory Rodriguez)

Rheinland-Pfalz

Every afternoon–seven days a week–my father-in-law reads the Frankfurter Allgemeine  Zeitung (FAZ) from cover to cover.  Even with the special Saturday edition, it generally takes him about two and a half hours to read on his living room couch. Since 1960, the paper’s best-known advertising slogan has been “Dahinter steckt immer ein kluger Kopf” or “Behind it you’ll always find a clever mind.” This is our homage to the FAZ’s famous ad campaign.

On Freedom, Freaks & Trees

(Photo by Gregory Rodriguez)

London

Whenever I’m in London, I try to stay in South Kensington somewhere between the 19th-century homes of John Stuart Mill and Sir Charles Freake.  Mill, of course, was an apostle of liberty and the most renowned public intellectual of his time.  The lesser known Freake was a prominent developer and patron of the arts.  I have no idea whether the two men knew each other.  I do, however, have a good idea of Mill’s high regard for freaks in general.

At a time when the industrial revolution was in full swing and democracy was on the march, Mill argued that eccentrics are to freedom what coal mine canaries are to oxygen. 

While Americans tend to assume that freedom and democracy are synonymous, Mill feared the will of the majority could just as easily crush liberty as it could create it.

Because the Framers of the U.S. Constitution were obsessed with the abuse of monarchical power, to this day Americans still consider government the likeliest source of oppression.  

But Mill, like his friend Alexis de Tocqueville, knew that citizens acting en masse don’t need to wield the power of government to tyrannize others. They can impose “the yoke of opinion” through mass media or popular democratic politicking.  And that was a century and a half before Twitter! 

For Mill, to deny anyone the freedom to express themselves openly was more than a matter of censorship.  It was tantamount to forbidding those persons from being their authentic selves, which, as Mill saw it, should be the goal of a free society.  He anticipated the widespread contemporary American scourge of “preference falsification,” in which individuals misrepresent their genuine beliefs and desires to avoid social backlash.

Mill knew that society–or vocal members within it–can issue their “own mandates” and create “a social tyranny more formidable than many kinds of” governmental oppression.  The punishment brought by one’s fellow citizens can be worse because “it leaves fewer means of escape, penetrating much more deeply into the details of life, and enslaving the soul itself.”

One of the main fears Mill had of popular democracy in a mechanized world–with its never-ending pressure campaigns launched on the public–was that it would make it harder for people to be “individuals,” that more and more citizens would become “lost in the crowd.”

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Britons have long been known for being more forgiving than Americans of both eccentrics and bad teeth.  Despite–or because of–their traditions, they have the latitude to be quirky in ways Americans do not.  The UK has given us Monty Python and Bennie Hill.  America gives us summer blockbusters, great trends, fads, and social movements.  Search lights and media frenzies are part and parcel of America’s national charm.

A century ago, Spanish-American philosopher George Santayana brilliantly captured the social pressure that lies beneath our seemingly benign fits of enthusiasm.  “Even what is best in American life is compulsory,” he wrote in 1920, “the idealism, the zeal, the beautiful happy unison of its great moments. You must wave, you must cheer, you must push with the irresistible crowd; otherwise you will feel like a traitor, a soulless out­ cast, a deserted ship high and dry on the shore.”

Given the massive efforts by a variety of sectors in U.S. society to impose their morals on the population at large–not to mention the now routine campaigns to silence ideological rivals–Mill would likely would not have considered the contemporary U.S. a very free society.  He’d say it needed more outliers to break through the suffocating conformity. Conformity is the enemy of liberty.

Mill’s notion of freedom was more sophisticated than either “don’t tread on me” individualism or destructive “tear it all down” contrarianism. The kind of liberty he felt a free society should offer was one in which individuals could develop their full potential. “Human nature is not a machine to be built after a model,” he wrote. It was more like a tree that needs to “grow and develop itself on all sides” according to the inner drive that gives it life.

Mill understood that individuals who don’t fit the factory mold can be huge pains in the ass. But suffering their eccentricity is the price of progress.  “The amount of eccentricity in a society, “he wrote, “has generally been proportional to the amount of genius, mental vigor, and moral courage.” 

It’s shocking, I know, to think that the definition of freedom is not getting to constantly coerce your fellow citizens to live under your rules. Wouldn’t it be more satisfying if it meant encouraging millions of distinctively creative souls to flourish like trees?

Do American Ideologies Threaten Global Democracy?

(Photo by Thomas Hawk)

Hamburg

It’s worth noting that a day before President Biden gives a speech on the fragile state of American democracy, Der Spiegel‘s Washington bureau chief has published a book arguing that the U.S. is a net exporter of ideologies that threaten other democracies across the Western world.

In his new book, whose title translates to One Wrong Word: How a New Leftist Ideology from America threatens Our Freedom of Expression, journalist René Pfister warns that ignoring the seductive dogmatism of identity politics could be a “fatal mistake” for nations like Germany.

Why? Because it “absolutizes” all argument and kills the kind of open dialogue and compromise that democracy requires. It turns intellectuals into scared sheep, promotes a vision of society as being a war between the righteous (and victimized) few versus the cruel “deplorable” many, which invariably depresses support for the political center and sends those who feel vilified into the arms of populist demagogues like Donald Trump.

None of these arguments is particularly new. What’s significant here, however, is that it’s being leveled from abroad against the United States, which likes to see itself as the world’s defender of democracy. It’s also noteworthy that this manifesto has been published by a popular left-of-center newsweekly of an allied nation, one that still lives in the shadow of its terrible 20th-century experience with authoritarianism.

In a magazine essay that teases the book, Pfister bemoans that “something is being lost “ in an America in which 55% of respondents told a New York Times poll that they had kept their mouths shut in the past year for fear of saying the wrong thing. What Pfister sees sweeping the U.S.—and creeping across the Atlantic—is nothing more than a new wave of intolerance that justifies itself by claiming to be rooting out past intolerance. He doesn’t buy it. What he sees is the creation of more acronyms and a growing climate of fear. Just like you can’t bomb Iraq into becoming a liberal democracy, I guess you can’t create a more tolerant world through intimidation and censorship. To trivialize this trend or to pretend it hasn’t leapt beyond the universities where it’s incubated, he argues, is not just a cop out, it’s dangerous.

Traveling While Brown

Istanbul

Last night, a group of very kind Bahraini women I met at a café here invited me to live in their wealthy little country in the Persian Gulf.  My qualifications? I looked Arab. From which country? I asked. Kuwait, they all agreed. 

When I first traveled to Europe as a 14-year-old kid, more than a few Spaniards I met insisted I was Chinese, which roughly translated to “really foreign” or “completely unlike us.”  But more recently, my physiognomy has just as often given others reasons to include–rather than exclude–me.

Whether I’m in South Africa or Hawaii, locals are always projecting one or another ethnicity or racial category on me.  In Johannesburg I’m “Coloured,” and in Honolulu I’ve often been mistaken for being a mix of Portuguese and Samoan. (Yes, that specific.)

But I shouldn’t say “mistaken,” because I don’t waste time correcting folks who are trying to welcome me into their group.  You know what I mean, braddah? If people find common cause with me for my looks, it certainly beats the times those same looks aroused suspicion or plain old prejudice back in the continental US of A. 

When the Bahrainis first asked me where I was from, I told them I was born in California.  But my Americanness mattered little to them.  They had already determined that I was one of them.  The way I figured, they were vacationing in a non-Arab country, and they found an excuse to create connection with a chatty stranger. 

By the end of our conversation, the youngest member of their group, a medical doctor, walked around the table to show me photos of Bahrain’s capital on her iPhone.  Mostly they were nondescript images of marinas, restaurants, and walkways by the Gulf.

“We are an island country surrounded by water,” the doctor told me.  And after a brutally hot summer in Madrid, the idea of island life genuinely appealed to me.  And suddenly, so did the idea of leaning into my newly anointed Arab identity. I then turned to my new best friends and said, “As-salaam alaikum.”

¡Hola Chicas!

Photo by Gregory Rodriguez

Sigüenza, Castilla-La Mancha

Spain has the longest life expectancy of any country in the developed world with the exception of Japan. There are many theories as to why. The diet. The walking. The custom of complaining and cursing to let off steam. Those may all be factors. But I think it’s also because even the old folks routinely get out to meet their friends, gossip, have a drink or a snack. Two women in their eighties just entered the café where I’m spending this late afternoon to an affectionate chorus of “¡Hola chicas!”

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