Monday, December 8, 2025

Cultural Relativism

 


The proper study of man is man. 

This is something I was told in college, at least in the Department of Anthropology, which was part of my major (which spanned three departments.) The Anthropology department was, by far, the most flamboyant, fun and exhilarating faculty on campus, as far as I was concerned, but, it must be admitted, the other departments I traveled through (chemistry, biology, sociology, psychology) were not populated by the most scintillating specimens of humanity.



The anthropologists had lived exotic places, like Alaska, Greenland, Africa and New Zealand and they sported beards and nothing could shock them.

On Wednesday evenings they did "Anthro flicks" which included "Dead Birds" about warring tribes in New Guinea. They were the antidote to the chemistry and biology faculty who seemed intent on shrinking our brains; the anthropologists naturally expanded our brains.

Among the books they submitted for our consideration was Colin Turnbull's "The Mountain People."

Now, this was a cunning choice. "Cultural Relativity" was all the rage in academic circles in the mid 1960's, an argument that we should not judge other cultures as being lovely or vile, because we all see others through the lenses formed in our own cultures. To be scientific, we should simply describe, as accurately and dispassionately as we can, what we see as the values by which other cultures live. But we should not judge, lest we be judged.




Turnbull had written "The Forest People" about the Bantu, and he tried to remain objective--nevertheless the virtues of their kindness, cooperation and altruism shined through. But when it came to the Ik, a hunter gatherer people who were shunted into the highlands between Sudan, Kenya and Uganda, with resultant starvation, deprivation and impoverishment, the usual manifestations of "human kindness" withered, and they would laugh at babies who crawled into cooking fires--one less mouth to feed. 

It was hard to describe objectively people who had no sympathy, and even antipathy, toward their own children. 

Nevertheless, the exercise of trying to see people whose culture fostered and embraced what looked like horrific practices is mind expanding.



If you look at the Third Reich, you have the value of extolling the Volk, the "German race," Aryans, of blonde hair, blue eyes, lean, hard  and athletic bodies and the obverse of that coin, the animosity toward other races, Roma (gypsies), Jews, Black people. It was the logical progression to treat these swarthy people as not being human beings. And, if you had an agrarian substrate, herding cattle for slaughter, pigs, cows, chickens was not seen as repugnant, so why should herding Jewish children into buildings to burn them or into gas chambers be seen as being repugnant?



Having said that, Mark Mazower mentions that the mental reaction of even SS officers to firing squads killing children was prevalent enough, and strong enough to drive the development of gas chambers to replace firing squads. It was as if, even in that culture of the Third Reich, something deeper than Aryan supremacist doctrine caused at least some soldiers disquietude. 



At the Nuremberg trials,  Nazis were convicted of "crimes against humanity," the basic assertion being there are some values shared by all people who are members of the human species: a will to keep children from harm, a refusal to kill harmless people, defenseless people. Even the less active behavior of simply herding prisoners into areas and not feeding them, of enforcing starvation, was ultimately found to be inhuman. 

Working or marching people to death was added to the list.



But, from the standpoint of the culture where resided Reinhard Heydrich, Henrich Himmler, Adolf Eichmann, Wilhelm Frick, Alfred Rosenberg, Joseph Goebbels,  and the rest of the officials who met for the Wannsee Conference, where they planned the "final solution," mass killings of children, harmless women, defenseless men made good sense.

These sub-humans simply did not belong in the Reich or any of the territories the Reich claimed and overran to provide "lebensraum" (living space) for good Aryan Volk.



Their model, as Hitler reminded them, was the treatment of American Indians by the American government, and its generals, like the redoubtable Philip Sheridan, who said, famously, "The only good Indian is a dead Indian," and whose boss at the time, William Tecumseh Sherman nodded in tacit agreement. Expelling Indians from lands white Americans wanted for living space was not even questioned. While Indian reservations may not have been as hideous as concentration camps, famine was not uncommon. Sheridan observed that to defeat the Indians the most efficient method was to slaughter all the buffalo on which the Indians depended. Russian POWs, herded into camps where food was controlled by  their guards may have recognized this tactic.



The Nazis had initially planned to round up and deport all the Jews within reach of the Reich to the island of Madagascar, but once the battle of Britain was lost, it was apparent the war would not be short and the British Navy could intervene, so it was decided to simply kill the not Aryans in place. More efficient. Just as effective, maybe more.



So when you look at the plan, the final solution, using the values of the Nazi, Third Reich culture, it made sense.

And now, we have masked, armed, swarming ICE agents rounding up people who, as Justice Kavanaugh observed, look like illegal aliens, and abduct them, just as Jews were abducted, but instead of loading them onto trains, they load them onto planes and whisk them off to, not Madagascar, but Honduras, El Salvador or Sudan.




It all makes sense, if you see it through MAGA eyes. "They" don't belong here. They are undesirables.


  

And law, as the Supreme Court has so clearly told us, is what the justices say it is, and they agree that law is what Mr. Trump says it is.




Saturday, December 6, 2025

Donald Joffrey Trump

 

Winter in New Hampshire sends Mad Dog to his basement gym cave, as the streets are too icy and snow covered for bicycle embarkations.



An hour on the stationary bicycle, in front of the TV means shifting among choices on youtube.

This is one of the 21st century's major blessings.

Youtube, Amazon, streaming TV series, Wikipedia, public TV and radio. 

What a marvelous world we live in.

Another thing: ear buds which carry podcasts into your head as you walk around town, popping in and out of coffee shop, library, hardware store, pharmacy, dry cleaners.



Dave Remnick interviews Adam Schiff on a podcast. Schiff is a United States Senator and Remnick the editor of The New Yorker, so it's not clear exactly where they are sitting, but Remnick begins by playing clip of Donald J. Trump saying that Schiff is a "Horrible person. Real scum. He should be in jail."

This triggered something in Mad Dog's brain, synapsing flashing--a scene he had seen on youtube while peddling in his basement, a clip from "Game of Thrones."

It was a "Eureka" moment. Mad Dog suddenly realized what the "J" in Donald J. Trump really means: Joffrey.



The series ran for eight amazing years 2011-2019, and Mad Dog watched it all, but over the ensuing six years the memory moldered, revived only in snatches on youtube.

Of course, Trump IS Joffrey, the boy made king at age 15, and who is tolerated because his mother is Queen Cersei and he is thought to hold the Baratheon blood line.

He develops into the very image of vile over the seasons, sadistic, cowardly, impulsive, vain, completely devoid of any capacity for sympathy or admiration. He is the fictive avatar of Donald Joffrey Trump.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TqsMx8rTSPg

And it was all so clear, simply hearing Trump's voice, his invective against Adam Schiff, having just heard Joffrey. 

What a wondrous age we live in.


Tuesday, December 2, 2025

Why Marjorie Talyor Greene Quit: Obviously



A certain combination of incompetence and indifference can cause almost as much suffering as the most acute malevolence. 

There is a rowdy strain in American life living close to the surface but running very deep. Like an ape behind a mask, it can display itself suddenly and with terrifying effect.


--Bruce Catton, historian


Everyone knows why MGT quit.



I've heard Bill Clinton explain it. I've heard James Carville explain it. I've heard discussions from Brooks and Capehart-- from just about every pundit I tuned into and none of them has the faintest idea.

MGT herself has said she didn't want to be in the Congress which impeaches and removes Trump because that is what she says the 2026 election is all about: As soon as the Democrats seize control, they'll try to oust Trump through the impeachment and trial option and she doesn't want to be part of that.

That might make sense, if the Democrats had a snowball's chance in Hell of taking the Senate, even if they can retake the House. 

Most pundits simply say what they want to say about the world: Bill Clinton says people are tired of the sniping and frustrated with the division and all they want is to  make nice and build a country together, which is what he always says and has always said because he thinks it makes him look homespun, wise and someone we should all want to listen to.

James Carville is saying "I told you so." He is saying this is a signing of the impending doom of the MAGA party, because that's what he always says.

But Mad Dog thinks the answer is obvious: Ms. Greene has, after 4 years, discovered being one of 435 Representatives is just not much fun and does not make her a movie star, which is what she really wanted to be all along, not a Congresswoman.



She is leaving because she has discovered the job is no fun, not glamourous and is like real work.  

She's not alone: plenty of people choose the wrong jobs and then bail when they find out what it's really like. Happens to graduates of medical school all the time: they think they are going to be heroes, or living the life they've seen on TV in "Scrubs" or "ER," and they find out it's not like that.

And as for prestige, or being esteemed because you are a U.S. Congresswoman: Forget it. When you look around at the mediocrities who are in your class, you know there's nothing special about being a Congresswoman.

Being a Congresswoman means dialing for dollars from the moment you arrive at your new office in Washington, D.C., calls to rich people begging for money for your next campaign. Being one face in a class of 435 is not much fun if you want attention. There's not even a cheerleading squad to try out for. 

For people who came to Washington to change the world, or to stand up on a stage and preach to others about how we need to change the world, Congress is a disappointment.

For people like MTG who wanted nothing more than a fast and easy track to celebrity, Congress can work for a while, but keeping that spotlight focused on you is a non stop demand and not as much fun as it looked from the red dirt 14th district in Georgia, especially when there are other mean girls competing for the fickle eye of that FOXNEWS camera--like Lauren Boebert and Elsie Stephanek. 

The pay is not all that great, and the travel back and forth from DC to Georgia gets old real fast. Congress people used to move to DC and move their families into apartments or houses and go back to their districts for holidays, and when Congress was not in session. Now they fly home every Thursday night and return Sunday nights. It's a commuter job. 

And then there's the "constituent services" part of the job--all those members of the public who think you have the power to get them a job, or get the IRS off their backs or help their mothers in the nursing homes get a motorized wheelchair. 

And you've got staffers who keep asking for favors, who want you to help them with their careers.

It can get to feel like a real job, but you don't really have any real power and the best you can hope for is screen time and photo ops. 

When you're running, it can be a heady feeling, what with everyone listening to you and photographing you and even cheering sometimes. 

We have a woman right here in Hampton running for Congress and every other day I get an email from her telling me about how important children are, or schools are,  and how we ought to be building communities together, and more affordable housing. She thinks she has something important to say. She thinks becoming a Congresswoman will make her important.

But, truth be told, she will face the same disappointment MTG faced, if she ever does get elected. 

Democrats tend to want to use government to change the world. Mad Dog's favorite is Elizabeth Warren, who has a plan for everything. Mad Dog loves Senator Warren, but she is really like a Sunday preacher, telling you what you know is right and true and how the world should be, but we are all sinners, forever disappointing her, and she doesn't have a chance of actually succeeding in changing anything.

Republicans tend to want to tear everything down, because they are basically unreconstructed preadolescents who are pumped full of hormones and really don't know what they want, but they are angry about it. And they know that whoever is in charge is screwing them.

Outside the Willard Hotel, set into the concrete of the sidewalk is a quote from the wonderful historian, Bruce Catton. Mad Dog has never been able to Google the exact quote but it is some like this: "People come to Washington, D.C. in search of something which will change their fate and launch them into history, but they do not understand what they are looking for is inside themselves." 

Marjorie Taylor Greene took four years figuring that out.