The philistine's retirement into private life, his single-minded devotion to matters of family and career was the last, and already degenerated, product of the bourgeoisie's belief in the primacy of private interest. The philistine is the bourgeois isolated from his own class, the atomized individual who is produced by the breakdown of the bourgeois class itself. []
The mass man whom Himmler organized for the greatest mass crimes ever committed in history bore the features of the philistine rather than of the mob man, and it was the bourgeois who in the midst of the ruins of his world worried about nothing so much as his private security, was ready to sacrifice everything - belief, honor, dignity - on the slightest provocation. Nothing proved easier to destroy than the privacy and private morality of people who thought of nothing but safeguarding their private lives."
Hannah Arendt, The Origins of Totalitarianism, [line space inserted]
A Democracy Lost in Translation
The 1990s were a difficult time in South Africa. In the transition to democracy the country was on a knife edge. Many expected that civil war would break out. The 1980s had been turbulent; and it all seemed to come to a head in the years leading up to the first democratic elections in 1994. Nobody was sure of what would happen when the new era dawned. Fear and paranoia ran rampant, especially among the white populace; some people stock-piled food, others kept their guns at the ready.
But fears soon
transformed into a sense of purpose. A new vision permeated the national
psyche. We began to enjoy the hope of a new future; one in which we became an
exception to the rule, an inspiration to the world. We became acutely aware of
our moment, and its place in history. Pride replaced fear in our estimation of
ourselves, even though the fear did not entirely leave us. Our history, after
all, was resident deep within us, and between us, and had made its place in the
world. There was an immutable intransience to it. It was resilient, enduring
even if it was moved into the shadows, for however long. Our history, it would
prove, was unending.
Yet we
still tried to outrun it. We tried to be ‘normal’. And so we joined with a
vision of ourselves that matched what we imagined normal was like. And all we
had was our desperation to be part of the ‘outside world’, as we knew it then.
Two decades of television shows governed our understanding of what democratic
life – freedom – was like. From Dallas to the Cosby Show, we were caught up
with the possibility of a life outside of our existence; one that seemed simple
and actualisable because it was fiction.
“Work hard,
live well and prosper!” became our reason for existence. It quickly replaced
all our former aspirations for a new society, a new way of life, a pathway to a
greater future. We understood the meaning of life as the well-being of all of
us derived through work and play. Our reason for existing was no longer the
hope of a new future for our children and theirs. It was now the simple
actualisation of success through material gain.
Materialism
and ‘security’ became the purpose of everyday life. Securing employment,
acquiring property, and starting a family became the hallmarks of a life well
lived, and the more abundance one enjoyed the better. People put a lot of time
into imagining what the cars they drove and what the clothes they wore said
about them. It was a fantasy of life that closely mirrored what we already had,
and so we failed to detect what we were diverging from. And we were not to know
the magnitude of this divergence until we had been wholly caught up in it, too
far down the line to beat a quick retreat.
We became
what we had never imagined we would be. We evolved into a caricature of a
society, fuelled by lives lived in dislocation. Communities became less
important than the individual. Individual existence came to dictate what was
important, and that was simply looking out for oneself. “What’s in it for me?”
and conversely, “What will it cost me?” came to dictate the terms of individual
existence more than it ever had before. And in truth what was there to stop it?
We no longer lived for each other, or for a future that we could mutually
enjoy; we lived for the day to day, and it seduced us into an endless lull. It
self-replicated ad nauseam, and that suited us just fine, for it rendered no
need to reconcile the present with the overwhelming past that stuck to us like a
late afternoon shadow on a sun-drenched day. There was no escape from it but to
pretend it wasn’t there, or to seek shelter from it.
And it went
on for a remarkably long time. Just enough so that most would forget, and be so
caught up in the now as to be unable to effectively recall the past. That past
which was most recent was even more obscured by the present, precisely because
it was so close to it. The distant past receded, and was banished into latency,
where it settled restlessly, churning away in the background of affairs like a
subdued, unfinished brawl.
Time flowed
quickly, and much water passed under the bridge. A new century arrived, and we
became entrenched in what we had unwittingly absorbed and uncritically
embraced. The new materialism dug its roots in deep, and flowered conspicuously.
“I’m rich bee-yach!!” went Dave Chappelle’s penultimate jingle of the Chappelle Show; the
very last thing you heard after each show. Being rich became all important. It
became even more important than power. Materialism entrenched itself so deeply,
that everyone, whoever they were, and whatever their station, was caught up in
it. We began to express our identities through our consumer choices; it gave us
status, located us within the social hierarchy. Even charity became a status
activity.
Families
and family life became commodified. Conspicuous consumption extended to the
whole family; what cars they drove; what schools their children went to, where
they went on holiday, what gym memberships they had. As the world outside
became more uncertain and fast changing, the more we retreated into the private
realm of families, jobs and credit-fuelled extravaganza’s of spending.
This was
the end of history in South Africa. Never before had such a profound rejection
of and suspicion of the public realm existed, even under Apartheid. It was not
simply apathy. Rather, the public realm was viewed as an intrusion into the
comfort of the private realm. Fighting for the public good became increasingly
viewed as an activity fuelled by an immaturity, and an idealism that bore no
resemblance to the prevailing realities of the new worldview that had taken
hold.
‘Homo-economicus’,
the rationally self-interested, atomised and individuated everyman became the
standard bearer for the new society. It was natural then that apathy in the
public realm was justified as being a responsible job-holder or parent. It was
natural that the very forces that negate the sustainability of community and
society were elevated, and began to do their work. Introversion into the
private realm served to escalate the disintegration in the public realm. And it
was thus in many different parts of the world, as societies everywhere
struggled to absorb and accommodate the tacit values and beliefs that
underpinned the project of ‘globalisation’.
A Troubled Era: The Erosion of Democracy and the Public Realm
"The principles of monarchy and despotism - namely what keeps them going - are respectively honor and fear. What keeps democracy going is the far more demanding matter of 'a constant preference of public to private interest .... [it] limits ambition to the sole desire, to the sole happiness, of doing greater services to our country than the rest of our fellow citizens ... a self-renunciation, which is ever arduous and painful'. This is one of the main reasons why democracy does not work, Montesquieu is suggesting, because people are not that selfless."
A.C. Grayling, Democracy and Its Crisis
We now live in an era where democracy and democratic rule itself has come under scrutiny. “Democracy is not the panacea for our social and developmental ills that we thought it would be” many exclaim in frustration in the developing world. “It is failing us, just as it is failing the developed world!” they conclude.
“Look at
how well China has developed itself! And it did it without democracy.
Centralisation and ‘moderate’ authoritarian rule yields better outcomes that
simply adopting democratic rule. It was over-sold, a lie, and we are suffering
as a result of it!”
In my
travels across the African continent I have heard many versions of this theory
being advanced. And to be sure, neoliberal democracies have indeed failed in
many developing world countries, like my own. South Africa wholly adopted the
neoliberal prescriptions after its transition to democratic rule and now boasts
the ignominious honour of being the most unequal country in the world. This
inequality is a social and political force for extreme polarisation, and the
further we have ventured into our relatively young democracy, the more
fractious and divided the once hailed ‘rainbow nation’ has become.
And so, our
African counterparts regard us as a cautionary tale of sorts. Even though we
unquestionably have the most advanced economy, institutions and democracy in
Sub-Saharan Africa, we have replicated the very conditions that the struggle
for freedom from Apartheid rule sought to achieve. We have entrenched spatial,
racial and class inequality and it is tearing the nation apart. So much so,
that we have no room for anybody else in our society.
My
colleagues across the continent see us as a postcolonial ‘baby’, in a sense,
who has yet to learn the lessons that freedom and the responsibilities that
come with it, incur. “Oh we went through that too ...” I often hear, before
being educated about the history of this particular country or that on the
continent. Most often I am ignorant of their histories. All I know is our own.
I am not uncommon in this. South Africa is a self-obsessed, self-referential
nation; it was cut off from the continent for too long to truly comprehend its
sense of belonging within it.
We struggle
with our African identity despite our professed Pan-Africanism. We are a contradiction.
We stand both with and against our African kin; we are simultaneously of Africa
and apart from it. We desperately want to be a part of it, but we do not want
it to be part of us. We are the prodigal nation of Africa, and while it
celebrated our return to it, we bore menace upon those who came across the
borders to settle with us; we hacked them to pieces, burnt and stabbed them to
death, plundering and raping without pause for thought.
Our
Afro-phobia is inescapable; we do not kill Europeans and Americans, we kill
those who mirror us the most. Their dark skins, their desperate escapes from
tyranny and war, their poverty and suffering do not move us. What is missing in
us that we turn to violence against those who we should be longing to rejoin
with? Where did the struggle die, and our freedom become cause for a
viciousness and callousness that our conquerors once wielded over us? Where did
we go wrong?
Perhaps we
should have slowed it all down further than we did. Perhaps we should have
transferred power to a socialist government who would have taken care of all,
and gradually migrated society to a greater equality. Perhaps we should have
done as China did. Perhaps we should have kept our heads down and plotted a
more gradual, sensible way forward ... and forced the system to yield a more
equitable and fair society. Perhaps then we would not be so resentful of our
African brothers and sisters living amongst us, who spend their time eking out
a living, staying below the radar of the increasingly paranoid and xenophobic
South African state. Perhaps, perhaps not ... who knows? We are here now.
We are
adrift in the new democratic dispensation. We have scarcely an understanding of
what it means to act in accordance with democratic principles. Neither do we comprehend
what changes need to be made in our society and its institutions in order to
actualise democratic governance and order.
To be sure
we are not alone in this. Many countries around the world are suffering the
same ignorance and despair at their democratic conditions. Yet what is
particularly disturbing is that our democracy is premised on one of the most
progressive constitutions in the world. Surely our democratic project deserves
more than just polarising rhetoric, populist promises, un-principled
power-brokers acting as though they are above the law, and dumb silence where
clear violations of ethics, principles and the law are identified?
We are now
reaping what we sowed early on in our democracy. The ‘honeymoon’ period – and
the euphoria of new freedoms – blinded us to the future we were making. Our
aspirations to modernity left us hankering after a kind of life we had only
witnessed on television screens and in the movies. We had no idea what we were
ushering in to our society. And we have lost the fundamental threads that held
us together as a society as a result. Trust has evaporated, and we have no
social contract left to speak of, except that which services our own
self-interest.
Without a
healthy society democracy becomes very difficult to enact faithfully. Democracy
becomes a house without foundations, devoid of principles, ethics and
accountability. It becomes mere bureaucracy at best, or it becomes ochlocracy
(mob rule) or oligarchy (elite rule) at worst; where Machiavellian power
dominates societal and political activity, further eroding the very basis of
democratic leadership and governance. Real-politik, it its worst, serves more
to undermine democracy than to uphold it. It breeds distrust, provokes intrigue
and in reality promotes duplicity, where what is professed goes contrary to how
one acts.
When
hypocrisy reigns in the public realm, you can be sure that the private realm
becomes a safe-haven for many. Yet it is precisely this retreat into the
private realm that catalyses the rise of the superficial in the public realm.
Without genuine engagement in the public realm, without real transparency and
accountability, what hope is there for a public realm that can effectively
regulate power, politicians and elites?
Awakening Democracy: Enacting Freedoms
So what is
left to us? It is rather simple. It is to actively engage in the public realm
with whatever is at our disposal to do so with. It is to enact our freedoms. As
Hannah Arendt puts it,
“Men are
free - as distinguished from their possessing the gift for freedom - as long as
they act, neither before nor after; for to be free and to act are the same.”
Hannah
Arendt, What is Freedom? Between Past and Future
Whether on
a large scale or a small scale we can all make our voices heard, and make our
contributions to ensuring a healthy society. We can all endeavour to service
our social contracts; simple things like keeping our word, servicing our
obligations and agreements, helping out where we can, and raising our voices
when clear wrongs are committed. We can also organise ourselves into small
groups, even large groups, to raise our voices up loudly and clearly so that
the powerful cannot ignore us.
We can also
stand with and by those who are wronged. We can get out in our numbers and make
our support unequivocal and difficult to ignore. We can make a stand against
those who sweep things under the carpet and hold them to account. We can give
of our time and money in service of good causes that enhance society’s capacity
to absorb social ills and turn them around. We can find a way to look beyond
our personal lives and securities, and act within society itself to safeguard
it against abuses of power.
If this is
too much for us to do, then we must reconcile ourselves to being effectively
powerless in the face of the myriad abuses of power that our absence from the
public realm creates room for. There is no way around this central reality. It
is not just the price we pay for a healthy democracy; it is the right and privilege
– or entitlement – that democracy affords us. It gives us the power to engage,
take action and change the things we are unhappy with. In short, our engagement
in the public realm entitles us to power, and what greater freedom do we enjoy
than the exercise of power, especially in light of how long and hard the fight
for it was?