Remember when Steve Jobs died? Remember how Apple itself announced his death? We might come to see the late company man’s disintegration as his crowning managerial achievement. A less notable CEO’s family might have announced his passing through a friend or personal representative; Jobs’ own death was conveyed in much the same way a new iteration of the MacBook Pro might be: no more ‘Hot News’ ticker on the bottom of the Apple homepage, only a tasteful black and white Steve Jobs in his later, more statesmanlike repose–perfectly trimmed stubble transitioning into an eccentric but nonetheless measured bald pate. I wonder whether Jobs, as death crept ever closer, made it his last ‘revolutionary product’–the transubstantiation of his soul from the mortal plane to the realm of industrial design.
Alas, unfortunately for us, Steve Jobs could not manage the country he lived in: we are forced, through news channels and text commentary, to impose a simple, rational meaning on a cacophony of events and developments, each more alarming than the last, none revealing a final, determinedly coherent ‘result’ that can be mused over. Although the iPad marvelously subtle, beautifully simple restatement of our ability and desire to perceive and digest information, the news it brings into my minor living space cannot be so described.
Take, for example, the protests taking place in Zucchotti park against “Wall Street”. The ever-more-dismal margins and results recently posted by the very banks the protesters seem intent on shuttering has not caused the agitators to consider whether 100% of the population is about to have its expectations revised downward. Instead, perception rules, and the conservative component of the national equation is only too happy to join the fray.
Michelle Bachmann said that the difference between the Tea Party and OWS was that the former “Picked up its trash after a demonstration.” The New Criterion, ostensibly a more high-brow reporter of the conservative weltschaft, was even more eager to revive the time-honored trope of the dirty hippy:
The 1960′s certainly had its tragic elements, and the passage of time, we suspect, mutes the bitterness of the many blighted lives and botched futures which that farcical repetition of earlier revolutionary idealism involved. Now, from our perch forty years on, it all seems faintly ridiculous: the incense and love beads; the imbecilic pseudo-radicalism; the bad taste in haerdashery, heroes, and haircuts; the mindless mantras of indemnified insurrectionists whose “idealism” was little more than an alibi for unfettered selfishness and insatiable hedonism. “We’re permanent adolescents,” boasted Jerry Rubin, a high priest of the movement.
This kind of ad hominem argument really isn’t worth noting except as a dull reminder that conservatives cannot and will not abide by ‘new ideas’. As Orwell said in a review of Chesterton’s introduction to Hard Times,
The claim that ‘there is nothing new under the sun’ is one of the stock arguments of intelligent reactionaries…It is not very difficult to see that this idea is rooted in the fear of progress. If there is nothing new under the sun, if the past in some shape or another always returns, then the future when it comes will be something familiar. At any rate what will never come – since it has never come before – is that hated, dreaded thing, a world of free and equal human beings.
There is a kind of comedy to the facile alliteration in The New Criterion‘s comment on the protests on Wall Street, accompanied by its leader, titled “Promethius Bound”, in which the stock “American exceptionalism is on the wane, and we have only ourselves and our growing moral weakness to blame” argument is dutifully laid out to its aging subscribers.
I am myself no great believer in the purposefully ambiguous message of the protesters at Zucchoti park, but the great mistake of most Americans on both sides of the political spectrum is to suppose that History pays heed to national boundaries. As Orwell concluded, even if the moral about there being no new ideas were true, “it would only be true in the sense that a statue is contained in every block of stone. Ideas may not change, but emphasis shifts constantly.”