July 1, 2004

THE NEWS FROM NEW CRETE:

Fear wins (David Warren, 6/30/04, Ottawa Citizen )

Here is the hard truth. The province of Ontario no longer has a small-c conservative hinterland. In riding after riding, and especially through the 60-plus ridings of its "golden horseshoe", anchored by Toronto -- since Confederation, the heart of English-speaking Canada -- something has happened akin to what happened in the city of Toronto, a generation before. Low birthrates, outward migration, and high immigration from non-traditional sources, have utterly transformed the political landscape.

Conservative Canadian pundits who biffed their predictions seem to have made a rather understandable miscalculation--it's at least a Social Darwinist error, maybe even a Darwinian one. They assumed that despite the descent of Canada into secularism, selfishness and social security folks still cared enough about the future to rouse themselves from their torpor. They underestimated the pathology that grips most of the developed world now, in which folks couldn't give less of a damn about what comes after, so long as they get to live and die in relative comfort. They are no longer part of Western Civilization.


MORE:
Civilization Without Religion? (Russell Kirk, July 24th, 1992, Lecture Number Four Hundred and Four)

Out of little knots of worshippers, in Egypt, the Fertile Crescent, India, or China, there grew up simple cultures; for those joined by religion can dwell together and work together in relative peace. Presently such simple cultures may develop into intricate cultures, and those intricate cultures into great civilizations. American civilization of our era is rooted, strange though the fact may seem to us, in tiny knots of worshippers in Palestine, Greece, and Italy, thousands of years ago. The enormous material achievements of our civilization have resulted, if remotely, from the spiritual insights of prophets and seers.

But suppose that the cult withers, with the elapse of centuries. What then of the culture that is rooted in the cult? What then of the civilization which is the culture's grand manifestation? For an answer to such uneasy questions, we can turn to a twentieth century parable. Here I think of G. K Chesterton's observation that all life being an allegory, we can understand it only in parable.

Parable of the Future.

The author of my parable, however, is not Chesterton, but a quite different writer, the late Robert Graves, whom I once visited in Mallorca I have in mind Graves's romance Seven Days in New Crete-published in America under the title Watch the North Wind Rise.

In that highly readable romance of a possible future, we are told that by the close of the "Late Christian epoch" the world will have fallen altogether, after a catastrophic war and devastation, under a collectivistic domination, a variant of Communism. Religion, the moral imagination, and nearly everything that makes life worth living have been virtually extirpated by ideology and nuclear war. k system of thought and government called Logicalism, "pantisocratic economics divorced from any religious or national theory," rules the world-for a brief time.

In Graves's words:

Logicalism, hinged on international science, ushered in a gloomy and anti-poetic age. It lasted only a generation or two and ended with a grand defeatism, a sense of perfect futility, that slowly crept over the directors and managers of the regime. The common man had triumphed over his spiritual betters at last, but what was to follow? To what could he look forward with either hope or fear? By the abolition of sovereign states and the disarming of even the police forces, war had become impossible. No one who cherished any religious beliefs whatever, or was interested in sport, poetry, or the arts, was allowed to hold a position of public responsibility. "Ice-cold logic" was the most valued civic quality, and those who could not pretend to it were held of no account. Science continued laboriously to expand its over-large corpus of information, and the subjects of research grew more and more beautifully remote and abstract; yet the scientific obsession, so strong at the beginning of the third millennium A. D., was on the wane. Logicalist officials who were neither defeatist nor secretly religious and who kept their noses to the grindstone from a sense of duty, fell prey to colobromania, a mental disturbance....

Rates of abortion and infanticide, of suicide, and other indices of social boredom rise with terrifying speed under this Logicalist regime. Gangs of young people go about robbing, beating, and murdering, for the sake of excitement. It appears that the human race will become extinct if such tendencies continue; for men and women find life not worth living under such a domination. The deeper longings of humanity have been outraged, so that the soul and the state stagger on the verge of final darkness. But in this crisis an Israeli Sophocrat writes a book called A Critique of Utopias, in which he examines seventy Utopian writings, from Plato to Aldous Huxley. "We must retrace our steps," he concludes, "or perish." Only by the resurrection of religious faith, the Sophocrats discover, can mankind be kept from total destruction; and that religion, as Graves describes it in his romance, springs from the primitive soil of myth and symbol.

Graves really is writing about our own age, not of some remote future: of life in today's United States and today's Soviet Union. He is saying that culture arises from the cult; and that when belief in the cult has been wretchedly enfeebled, the culture will decay swiftly. The material order rests upon the spiritual order.

So it has come to pass, here in the closing years of the twentieth century. With the weakening of the moral order, "Things fall apart; mere anarchy is loosed upon the world ... " The Hellenic and the Roman cultures went down to dusty death after this fashion. What may be done to achieve reinvigoration?

Posted by Orrin Judd at July 1, 2004 9:06 AM
Comments

Warren's analysis sounds like the Democrat's bleating in this country when they get beaten. "We didn't get the message out."; "The voters are stupid."

I was in Canada (Guelph and Niagara) shortly before the election and, insofar as I could determine, the Conservatives gave the voters very little reason to vote FOR them. They had what was basically a "We're not the the other guy." message.

Posted by: Earl Sutherland at July 1, 2004 10:30 AM

Look on the bright side: when the last of the Ontarians die out, we can just move north and occupy the ruins.

Posted by: Mike Morley at July 1, 2004 11:01 AM

Mr. Morley;

I think it would be more appropriate to turn it in to a weapons testing area.

Posted by: Annoying Old Guy at July 1, 2004 12:38 PM

I'm thinking "Rocky & Bullwinkle/Dudley Do-Right theme park" m'self.

Posted by: Mike Morley at July 1, 2004 1:04 PM

Earl:

No, they had a message that said, "don't worry, we ARE the other guy."

Mike:

We will have to push out the replacement populations to do that.

Posted by: Paul Cella at July 1, 2004 1:04 PM

The trouble here is that, apart from patronizing Albertans and painting them as noble rubes, Warren also seems to be suggesting immigration, urbanization and prosperity all inevitably lead to decline. This despite the fact that young immigrants are helping us thrive and polls showed they were leaning Conservative, there were lots of tight suburban races and we all like prosperity, no? It also conveniently ignores the fact that the Conservatives pulled some real boners towards the end.

Warren has a keen eye for the clash of civilizations and the sweep of history, but hauling out end-of-the-West doomsday scenarios to explain why he mis-called a Canadian election by thirty odd seats and a 4% point spread in Ontario is perhaps a little fevered, even if it does make us feel awfully important.

Posted by: Peter B at July 1, 2004 5:26 PM

Prosperity does seem to be a problem.

Posted by: oj at July 1, 2004 5:38 PM

“Adversity is easy to bear; it is prosperity that tries the man.” -- Orestes Brownson

Posted by: Paul Cella at July 2, 2004 7:37 AM
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