Ventura: On the Margins of Oligarchy

June 3, 2010

Michael Ventura’s latest column.  http://www.austinchronicle.com/gyrobase/Issue/column?oid=oid%3A1037165

Letters at 3AM: In the Margins of Oligarchy

BY MICHAEL VENTURA

If I am not my brother’s keeper, what am I?

That was the final sentence of my previous column. I cribbed it from Hillel the Elder. Did so unconsciously. Good for my unconscious! It cribbed from the best, then pointed me toward Hillel again as I researched this column and realized why “my” sentence had such a satisfying echo: It’s been around for 2,000 years.

Rabbi Hillel lived in Jerusalem decades before the ministry of Jesus and remains venerated partly because he encompassed, in just two statements, every paradox of the individual’s relation to society.

The story goes that Hillel was asked to explain the Torah while standing on one foot. He said: “That which is hateful to you, do not do to your fellow. That is the whole Torah; the rest is explanation; go and learn.”

On another occasion, Hillel said: “If I am not for myself, who will be for me? If I am only for myself, what am I? And if not now, when?”

When do we answer Hillel’s questions? Every day, through our behavior. We constantly ask and answer these questions in every interaction, every negotiation between our personal reality and the reality of others. The sum of our answers creates society.

I’m not striving for political correctness when I add an issue raised by a Muslim writer. It’s just that I recently reread The Way of the Sufi by Idries Shah and came upon a parable by a 13th century Persian dervish, Saadi of Shiraz:

“One night a king dreamt that he saw a king in paradise and a dervish in hell. The dreamer exclaimed: ‘What is the meaning of this? I should have thought that the positions would be reversed.’ A voice answered: ‘The king is in heaven because he respected dervishes. The dervish is in hell because he compromised with kings.'”

Compromise. That’s what we do with Hillel’s questions, and that’s what we do with kings and those who would be kings.

Don’t cuss compromise. Without compromises – negotiations with reality – how would we get through a day? But everyone knows that if you make the wrong compromises in the big things, in time you are drained of spirit.

The same holds true for countries. We may make our own lists of compromises, individual and governmental, that transformed the United States from the republic it was to the oligarchy it is, in which resources are sucked toward the Top Tier while the rest fend for ourselves.

In these articles on our oligarchy I’ve concentrated on its tiered structure: the Top and Professional tiers, which now experience unprecedented wealth; the Skilled Service Tier, which more or less makes ends meet; the Unskilled Service Tier, which doesn’t; and the tier I’ve called Spare Parts, in which life is constant desperation. But there’s one tier that, until now, I’ve omitted.

Noticing this omission, a friend wrote: “There’s a huge group of us (including you) who don’t fit into any of [the above] tiers: e.g., freelance writers[,] other not ‘highly visible’ communicators … [and] artists of all stripes who are not ‘top-scale entertainers’; alternative health care providers (again freelance) such as acupuncturists, chiropractors, massage therapists, etc.; and a whole mish-mash of other freelancers, entrepreneurs, and small business owners. All of these self-employed are in no way highly paid like the Professional Tier. … They have some amount of independence and are highly skilled, so they’re definitely not of the Unskilled Service Tier (though some of them are ‘at best barely scraping by’). And they’re also definitely not Spare Parts, though some may be ‘constantly in flux between desperation and work’ (but … working for themselves, they don’t really even have ‘jobs’).” I’d add to this list: social activists; many academics; doctors, lawyers, techs, organic farmers, etc., who work “outside the system”; and those who crew endeavors such as this newspaper. In short, any who manage to do their own thing outside established norms. I call them the Marginal Tier.

The other tiers are horizontal, layered one atop the other. The Marginal Tier is vertical. Depending on their gifts and luck, Marginals may live economically like the Professional or Skilled Service tiers; less lucky, their economic limits may resemble the Unskilled Service and Spare Parts tiers. But Marginals live with more of what another friend called “porosity.” Unlike those in other tiers, their social access often is not determined by their economic position. A writer with the income of a clerk may be invited to a Professional Tier party; a clerk won’t be.

Marginals are not defined by their incomes. They like making money, but they’re most concerned with making what used to be called a “contribution,” which is, as Antoine de Saint-Exupéry wrote, “to feel, when setting one’s stone, that one is contributing to the building of the world.”

The Marginal Tier lives in active response to Hillel’s “If I am not for myself, who will be for me? If I am only for myself, what am I? And if not now, when?” And, in the terms of Saadi of Shiraz, Marginals tend to be most wary about compromises with kings of politics and kings of commerce.

Like other tiers, those in the Marginal Tier tend to socialize mostly with one another. Worse, they usually make art, write, or whatever, for one another. Many ghetto themselves on campuses and in university towns, insulated from the national ebb and flow. In big cities, they gravitate to the same neighborhoods. They are, in short, marginalized, and they cooperate in their marginalization. Their isolation limits the influence of their contributions.

I’m describing, not judging. This is, after all, my crowd. In a society that deifies materialism, people with more complex values naturally seek to reinforce one another, whether they do so in a church or in an artsy environment. (There is a sense in which all tiers of Oligarchy are marginalized, for we have evolved and/or been manipulated into a society of separate societies. No wonder the national dialogue is cacophonous; each tier has utterly different frames of reference.)

The more successful Marginals constantly look over their own shoulders, measuring the necessity of compromise against its pitfalls, mindful (or not) of the finger pointed at them by Memphis blues savant James Luther Dickinson: “You may not be selling out but you’re buying in.”

How much one buys in is a matter of one’s judgment and conscience (or lack of same). But in an omnipresent Oligarchy, a degree of buying in can’t be helped. Own a house or condo, purchase a car or stocks, use a credit card, and you plug into oligarchic mechanisms that suck chunks of resources out of your life and community and redirect them up toward the Top Tier of the obscenely rich.

The young are especially vulnerable. The student loan racket exists to ensure Oligarchy that by the time a talented youth has earned a degree, he/she is deeply in service to debt, which is to be in service to Oligarchy. You’ve got to be pretty tough to tough that one out and yet keep your integrity. Liberal arts degrees are the least profitable; this loan system works to keep the most artistic in economic straitjackets. The toughest and most original find a way through. Others eventually submit. (But that dilemma, in one form or other, is what young artists have always faced.)

I’ve attempted to describe a country that is no longer what it was. It’s become a labyrinth in which the Minotaur is part Other and part oneself. But this society, like any society, is created by a mass of individual choices. That was the way in. That will be the way out. To be free was always hard. It’s become harder. The necessary choices are made daily, are rarely final, and are never easy. To live one’s heart is always the challenge.

Kindly and serious, Hillel still addresses us: “If not now, when?”

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