{"id":130129,"date":"2019-04-08T12:00:44","date_gmt":"2019-04-08T11:00:44","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/?p=130129"},"modified":"2019-03-28T10:58:39","modified_gmt":"2019-03-28T10:58:39","slug":"thoreau-on-the-long-cycles-of-social-change-and-the-importance-of-not-mistaking-politics-for-progress","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/2019\/04\/thoreau-on-the-long-cycles-of-social-change-and-the-importance-of-not-mistaking-politics-for-progress\/","title":{"rendered":"Thoreau on the Long Cycles of Social Change and the Importance of Not Mistaking Politics for Progress"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u201cThe longer the lever the less perceptible its motion\u2026 The hero then will know how to wait, as well as to make haste. All good abides with him who waiteth wisely.\u201d<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

\"\"<\/a>\u201cWe made the world we\u2019re living in and we have to make it over,\u201d James Baldwin insisted in examining the building blocks of a juster future<\/a>. \u201cThe present is not a potential past; it is the moment of choice and action,\u201d Simone de Beauvoir wrote<\/a> across the Atlantic as she was advancing the era\u2019s other great human rights cause.<\/p>\n

A century before Baldwin and De Beauvoir, Henry David Thoreau<\/strong> (July 12, 1817\u2013May 6, 1862) explored this question of how the choices we make in the present liberate the future from the past and make the world over in A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers<\/em><\/strong><\/a> (public library<\/em><\/a>) \u2014 his first book, published when he was only thirty-two, a disaffected public school teacher who had become one of the country\u2019s most promising young writers with the stern yet generous guidance<\/a> of his first and best editor, Margaret Fuller.<\/p>\n

This was an era of immense cultural upheaval, in which the air of revolution was saturated with the urgencies of abolition and women\u2019s emancipation. Ensconced in the woods of Concord, attuned to the elements that far predated and would far outlive the turmoils of the present \u2014 the trees, the rivers, the cycles of the seasons \u2014 Thoreau spent his days contemplating the most elemental questions of human existence and our civilizational conscience. It was with this widest possible perspective that he focused his precocious wisdom on the pressing issues of social change, using this long lever of insight to make the present a fulcrum for elevating the future.<\/p>\n

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Henry David Thoreau (Daguerreotype by Benjamin D. Maxham, 1856)<\/p><\/div>\n

Bedeviled by his disgust with slavery and the Mexican-American War, having just modeled for his country how to use civil disobedience to advance justice<\/a> \u2014 a model that would come to influence Gandhi and Martin Luther King, Jr. \u2014 he considers the tectonics of change on the scale of society and civilization:<\/p>\n

As in geology, so in social institutions, we may discover the causes of all past change in the present invariable order of society. The greatest appreciable physical revolutions are the work of the light-footed air, the stealthy-paced water, and the subterranean fire\u2026 We are independent of the change we detect. The longer the lever the less perceptible its motion. It is the slowest pulsation which is the most vital. The hero then will know how to wait, as well as to make haste. All good abides with him who waiteth wisely.<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

If history teaches us one thing about the origins and originators of the greatest social change \u2014 an animating question in Figuring<\/em><\/a> \u2014 it is that those who ignite the profoundest revolutions are themselves often blind to their own spark. Thoreau\u2019s contemporary and kindred revolutionary spirit Elizabeth Barrett Browning would articulate this with stunning succinctness in her groundbreaking 1856 book-length poem Aurora Leigh<\/em>:<\/p>\n

The best men, doing their best,
\nKnow peradventure least of what they do\u2026<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

The young Thoreau channels this sentiment in his own lyrical prose, suspended as always between the buoyant and the melancholy:<\/p>\n

A man is not his hope, nor his despair, nor yet his past deed. We know not yet what we have done, still less what we are doing. Wait till evening, and other parts of our day\u2019s work will shine than we had thought at noon, and we shall discover the real purport of our toil. As when the farmer has reached the end of the furrow and looks back, he can tell best where the pressed earth shines most.<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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Illustration from Henry Hikes to Fitchburg \u2014 a children\u2019s book about Thoreau\u2019s philosophy.<\/p><\/div>\n

One of Thoreau\u2019s most countercultural yet incisive points is that true social reform has little to do with politics, for genuine cultural change operates on cycles far longer and more invisible than the perpetual churning of immediacies with which the political state and the political conscience are occupied. Rather than dueling with petty surface facts, as politics is apt to, the true revolutionary and reformer dwells in humanity\u2019s largest truths, aiming to transfigure the deepest strata of reality. In consonance with the need for a telescopic perspective<\/a>, Thoreau writes:<\/p>\n

To one who habitually endeavors to contemplate the true state of things, the political state can hardly be said to have any existence whatever. It is unreal, incredible, and insignificant to him, and for him to endeavor to extract the truth from such lean material is like making sugar from linen rags, when sugar-cane may be had. Generally speaking, the political news, whether domestic or foreign, might be written to-day for the next ten years, with sufficient accuracy. Most revolutions in society have not power to interest, still less alarm us; but tell me that our rivers are drying up, or the genus pine dying out in the country, and I might attend. Most events recorded in history are more remarkable than important, like eclipses of the sun and moon, by which all are attracted, but whose effects no one takes the trouble to calculate.<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Change, Thoreau reminds us, begins when we finally choose to critically examine and then recalibrate the ill-serving codes and conventions handed down to us, often unquestioned, by the past and its power structures. It is essentially an act of the imagination first. Long before Ursula K. Le Guin asserted that \u201cwe will not be free if we do not imagine freedom,\u201d<\/a> Thoreau calls for imagining nobler alternatives to the dicta and mindsets we have inherited:<\/p>\n

In my short experience of human life, the outward obstacles, if there were any such, have not been living men, but the institutions of the dead. It is grateful to make one\u2019s way through this latest generation as through dewy grass. Men are as innocent as the morning to the unsuspicious\u2026 I love man-kind, but I hate the institutions of the dead un-kind. Men execute nothing so faithfully as the wills of the dead, to the last codicil and letter. They rule this world, and the living are but their executors.<\/em><\/p>\n

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Illustration from Alice and Martin Provensen\u2019s vintage adaptation of Homer\u2019s Iliad and Odyssey<\/p><\/div><\/blockquote>\n

A century before Hannah Arendt considered the most extreme and gruesome manifestation of this tendency in her classic treatise on the normalization of evil<\/a>, informed by the Holocaust and its incomprehensible phenomenon of ordinary people \u201cjust following orders\u201d to murder, Thoreau writes:<\/p>\n

Herein is the tragedy; that men doing outrage to their proper natures, even those called wise and good, lend themselves to perform the office of inferior and brutal ones. Hence come war and slavery in; and what else may not come in by this opening? But certainly there are modes by which a man may put bread into his mouth which will not prejudice him as a companion and neighbor.<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Most of our errors, Thoreau observes, stem not from being unwitting of the right choice but from being unwise in the willingness or unwillingness to choose it:<\/p>\n

Men do not fail commonly for want of knowledge, but for want of prudence to give wisdom the preference. What we need to know in any case is very simple.<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

To unmoor ourselves from the burdens of the past, he reminds us, we must be engaged in an act of continual and conscious self-renewal:<\/p>\n

All men are partially buried in the grave of custom, and of some we see only the crown of the head above ground. Better are the physically dead, for they more lively rot. Even virtue is no longer such if it be stagnant. A man\u2019s life should be constantly as fresh as this river. It should be the same channel, but a new water every instant.<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

A century later, Bertrand Russell \u2014 himself a humanist of the highest order and a rare seer of elemental truth \u2014 would liken the optimal human existence to a river<\/a>.<\/p>\n

Couple this particular fragment of Thoreau\u2019s abidingly insightful A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers<\/em><\/strong><\/a> \u2014 which also gave us his wisdom on the difference between an artisan, an artist, and a genius<\/a> \u2014 with his contemporary Frederick Douglass on art as a tool of social change<\/a>, then revisit Thoreau on nature as prayer<\/a>, the myth of productivity<\/a>, knowing vs. seeing<\/a>, and defining your own success<\/a>.<\/p>\n

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\"\"<\/a><\/em>Brain Pickings<\/em> is the brain child of Maria Popova, an interestingness hunter-gatherer and curious mind at large obsessed with combinatorial creativity who also writes for <\/em>Wired<\/em> UK and <\/em>The Atlantic<\/em>, among others, and is an MIT Futures of Entertainment Fellow. She has gotten occasional help from a handful of guest contributors<\/a>. Email: brainpicker@brainpickings.org<\/a><\/em><\/p>\n

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All men are partially buried in the grave of custom, and of some we see only the crown of the head above ground. Better are the physically dead, for they more lively rot. Even virtue is no longer such if it be stagnant. A man\u2019s life should be constantly as fresh as this river. It should be the same channel, but a new water every instant. The longer the lever the less perceptible its motion\u2026 The hero then will know how to wait, as well as to make haste. All good abides with him who waiteth wisely.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":130131,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[63],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-130129","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-inspirational"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/130129","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=130129"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/130129\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/130131"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=130129"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=130129"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=130129"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}