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Shoumojit Banerjee

27 August 2024 at 9:57:52 am

Paranoid Empire, Insecure Republic: America at 250

As the United States marks its semiquincentennial, its finest histories reveal a restless nation unable to escape the foundational neurosis of its own creation. Washington Crossing the Delaware (1851), by Emanuel Leutze. No painting has done more to canonise America’s founding myth. Yet beneath its heroic certainty lies the restless republic that historians from Charles Beard to Robert Kagan would relentlessly question. Behind the fireworks and the dutiful invocations of liberty marking...

Paranoid Empire, Insecure Republic: America at 250

As the United States marks its semiquincentennial, its finest histories reveal a restless nation unable to escape the foundational neurosis of its own creation. Washington Crossing the Delaware (1851), by Emanuel Leutze. No painting has done more to canonise America’s founding myth. Yet beneath its heroic certainty lies the restless republic that historians from Charles Beard to Robert Kagan would relentlessly question. Behind the fireworks and the dutiful invocations of liberty marking America’s 250th birthday lies the shadow of a more formidable counter-tradition. For over a century, the republic’s most vital chroniclers have functioned as its most demanding interrogators, systematically dismantling the comforting stories the nation prefers to tell about itself. This internal demolition is not some recent ‘progressive’ glitch but a deep-seated intellectual inheritance. It was most famously ignited when Charles Beard published his iconoclastic An Economic Interpretation of the Constitution of the United States (1913), a work that scandalized the establishment by ruthlessly stripping the hagiography from the Constitutional Convention and America’s revered ‘Founding Fathers.’ Beard reframed these secular saints - Alexander Hamilton, James Madison, and George Washington among others - not as disinterested architects of some timeless political philosophy, but as a property-owning elite property-owning elite eager to protect their personal financial investments from populist chaos. Demolishing Founding Myths In Beard’s telling, Hamilton emerged not as a romantic visionary, but as the aggressive champion of the urban merchant and banking class, eager to build a powerful central state that would guarantee public debt and protect big capital. Madison, revered as the ‘Father of the Constitution’ and its chief intellectual heavyweight, was recast from an eloquent theorist of democratic balance into a wealthy Virginia slaveholder whose primary practical anxiety was preventing a debt-ridden agrarian majority from using democracy to redistribute property. Even the first President George Washington, the towering military icon, was viewed through the cold ledger of Beard’s reality as the richest plantation magnate and land speculator in the colonies, whose vast western holdings required a powerful federal government to secure contracts and pacify the frontier. Beard’s iconoclasm laid the groundwork for a formidable intellectual tradition that would spend the next century turning over the stones of the American national myth. The works of historians belonging to this tradition essentially reveal that America has never been the coherent republic of its own imagination. It was born divided, grew through conquest, nearly destroyed itself in civil war, and emerged as a global hegemon while steadfastly insisting it had no imperial ambitions. The single thread running through this vast literature is a profound, systemic anxiety of the United States as a restless, schizoid nation, perpetually unsure of its own footing. No outsider understood the psychological consequences of this design better than Alexis de Tocqueville. Visiting the infant republic in the 1830s, the French aristocrat looked at America as a laboratory for the democratic future. In his seminal Democracy in America (published in two volumes in 1835 and 1840), Tocqueville diagnosed the foundational neurosis of the American character, catching (like none before him or since), the tragic irony of a population possessing every material advantage yet perpetually tormented by a vague dread of missing out on something better. This egalitarian equality, noted de Tocqueville, sharpened competition and magnified the smallest inequalities into existential slights for the American. In his famous chapter in Vol. 2 of his work, “Why the Americans Are So Restless in the Midst of Their Prosperity,” de Tocqueville observed that the American “clutches everything, he holds nothing fast, and he soon lets go of his prey to pursue new gratifications.” It was the earliest and most elegant diagnosis of the schizoid superpower: a nation whose unprecedented freedom bred not contentment, but a permanent and frantic melancholy. While the American superpower often appears monolithic from afar, the country that emerges from its most trenchant histories is one that is forever negotiating the chasm between lofty ideals and uncomfortable realities. Bernard Bailyn famously observed in his classic The Ideological Origins of the American Revolution (1967) that the nation’s founding was not merely a matter of economic grievance over taxes and tea. Immersing himself in the pamphlets and political tracts of the 18th century, Bailyn uncovered an almost obsessive paranoia regarding power itself. To modern observers accustomed to viewing 1776 as a straightforward triumph of liberty, Bailyn’s startling conclusion was that the language of America’s founders revolved less around abstract freedom than around corruption and the organic tendency of government to expand. America’s structural paranoia found its ultimate framework in the work of historian Richard Hofstadter, who understood better than anyone else, that the country’s recurring internal crises were often less about ideology than about collective psychology. In his masterwork The Paranoid Style in American Politics (1965), Hofstadter argued that American public life has repeatedly been animated by a sense of impending catastrophe, a conviction that shadowy conspiracies are poised to destroy the republic from within. From the anti-Masonic movement of the 19th century and the nativist panics over Catholic immigrants, to McCarthyism's hunt for communist infiltrators and the tremors of Donald Trump’s MAGA era, each American generation has imagined itself living through the nation’s final reckoning. For Hofstadter, this “paranoid style” was not clinical madness but a permanent fixture of American public life - a recurrent mode of political expression marked by heated suspicion and apocalyptic dread. It remains the most enduring diagnosis of America’s perpetual state of anxiety and explains why the world’s most powerful nation has rarely behaved with the cold confidence of an established empire, but rather with the nervous intensity of a hypochondriac patient, forever convinced that the experiment is on the verge of collapse. This pervasive anxiety ceases to be a mystery when one looks at how the American experiment actually began; the nation’s anxious psychology was forged in the sheer geopolitical volatility of its birth in the 18th century. The comfortable American myth of a pristine, immaculate conception is thoroughly dismantled by Fred Anderson in his superb Crucible of War (2000). Anderson demonstrates that the struggle that produced the United States was not a localized spark, but the messy offshoot of the Seven Years’ War (1756–1763) - the global conflagration between Britain and France that was fought across Europe, the Caribbean, and fatefully - India. Great Britain’s victory over France upended the old imperial relationship, forcing colonists to shoulder the financial burden of their own defense. The resulting revolution was less an inevitable, heroic march toward human freedom than the chaotic, unintended consequence of British imperial triumph. Alan Taylor further disrupts this providential unity in American Colonies (2001) and American Revolutions (2016) by upending patriotic simplicity. In Taylor’s telling, the American Revolution was another ‘civil war’ as it meant exile for the Loyalists; diplomatic collapse for the Native Americans and for enslaved Africans, it meant the tragic deferral of emancipation. Schizoid Superpower The most devastating challenge to America’s preferred self-image of a ‘reluctant power’ comes from Robert Kagan. Ironically, Kagan, the chief architect of modern neoconservatism, has taken a prosecutorial blade to the American foundational myth in his remarkable two-volume history, Dangerous Nation (2006) and The Ghost at the Feast (2023), which brilliantly lay bare the anatomy of the American mind. Kagan demonstrates that territorial aggrandizement was a founding American instinct. The Louisiana Purchase (1803), the displacement of Native nations, the annexation of Texas, and the war with Mexico were expressions of a political culture that saw geographic enlargement as the natural companion of liberty. ‘Empire’ was recast as ‘providence’ while ‘conquest’ became ‘destiny.’ Americans genuinely believed they were spreading freedom, distinguishing themselves from European rivals by the conviction that expansion itself constituted liberty. The westward march that Americans long celebrated as the triumph of the frontier was experienced very differently by the continent’s first inhabitants. For generations, the conquest of Native America was either romanticized as the inevitable advance of civilization or reduced to a succession of isolated “Indian wars” until Dee Brown’s unforgettable Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee shattered that complacency in 1970 by retelling the 19th century through Native voices, transforming public understanding of the frontier and becoming a landmark of revisionist history. Yet half a century later, Peter Cozzens’ The Earth Is Weeping: The Epic Story of the Indian Wars for the American West (2016) offers a broader and more nuanced account. Cozzens neither romanticizes Native societies nor sanitizes American expansion. Instead, he reconstructs the collision between two civilizations, showing how diplomacy, disease, fractured tribal alliances, settler violence, military innovation, and federal policy combined to produce one of history’s most consequential dispossessions. His achievement lies in restoring historical agency to all sides without creating a false moral equivalence. The domestic cost of America’s expansionist contradiction was a catastrophic internal reckoning. For all the endless tomes written on the U.S. Civil War (1861-65), James McPherson’s Battle Cry of Freedom (1988) remains the finest analytical single-volume history of the war. Unlike popular, novelistic accounts like Shelby Foote’s massive trilogy - which treat the war as a tragic, romantic epic of battlefield manoeuvres and character studies - McPherson provides a rigorous structural autopsy. His vital analytical choice is to begin the narrative not in 1861 with the firing on Fort Sumter, but in 1848, in the immediate aftermath of the Mexican-American War. By doing so, McPherson demonstrates that the Civil War was the direct, toxic byproduct of the empire’s expansion where the massive acquisition of new western territories instantly broke the fragile political equilibrium, thereby forcing a terminal collision between two incompatible constitutional visions of the republic’s future. For decades, politicians had convinced themselves that clever congressional compromises could indefinitely postpone the debate over human bondage. Each settlement merely bought time without addressing the underlying rot – that a republic founded on universal liberty had constructed one of the most powerful slave societies in human history. The war transformed the very grammar of American politics. It settled far less than its survivors wished to believe. As Eric Foner argues in Reconstruction: America’s Unfinished Revolution, 1863–1877 (1988), the brief, extraordinary moment where the republic sought to transform four million formerly enslaved people into equal citizens was ultimately abandoned due to Northern fatigue, Southern racial terror, and partisan compromise. Foner’s great insight is that Reconstruction is not a historical interlude but an unfinished conversation and that modern disputes over voting rights and citizenship trace their lineage directly to those turbulent, post-Civil War years. As the frontier consolidated in the late 19th century, a different kind of territory was conquered. By the close of the century, a republic born out of a profound distrust of central authority found itself confronting concentrations of private wealth on an unimaginable scale. Capitalism acquired a providential character, and industrialists were canonized as self-made titans. Messianic Robber Barons Ron Chernow’s hefty biographies - particularly The House of Morgan (1990) and Titan: The Life of John D. Rockefeller, Sr. (1998) - strip away the corporate hagiography of that era to reveal the architects of a modern power whose structural achievements cannot be uncoupled from the deep inequalities they engineered. Inevitably, these private and public aggregations of power began to flex their muscles globally. David McCullough’s riveting The Path Between the Seas (1977), a Conradian epic about the construction of the Panama Canal, illustrates a republic quietly assuming the mantle of a global empire and announcing that America’s destiny would no longer be contained by its own shores. The global mechanics of this imperial overreach find their most devastating chronicler in Fredrik Logevall, whose Embers of War (2012) lays bare the tragic architecture of the Vietnam conflict. Logevall reveals how intelligent policymakers repeatedly convinced themselves that one more escalation would preserve credibility and avert disaster, proving that history advances less through grand conspiracies than through accumulations of small certainties. His superb biography, JFK: Coming of Age in the American Century (2020), doesn’t treat Kennedy merely as an individual icon but as a lens for the entire post-war elite. Logevall shows that this generation was hyper-aware that they were inheriting “The American Century” (a phrase coined by Henry Luce in 1941), yet they were simultaneously terrified of losing it to the spread of communism. Taking Kennedy’s life as his scaffolding, Logevall expands his work into a portrait of a generation born into unmatched economic and military reach, where beneath outward American confidence lurked a paralyzing insecurity. The ultimate tragedy of America’s restless expansion is that the geography has finally run out. In The End of the Myth (2019), Greg Grandin revisits Frederick Jackson Turner’s famous 1893 “frontier thesis,” arguing that the endless western horizon long protected American democracy by absorbing its systemic economic and social shocks. Throughout the 20th century, America searched for synthetic frontiers overseas through military alliances and market dominance. As those external horizons close or become fiercely contested in the 21st century, the country’s unresolved traumas have violently turned inward. Immigration, race, identity, and historical memory have become the principal battlegrounds. At 250, the schizoid superpower finds itself trapped in a room with its original inheritance, learning the hard truth first glimpsed by Tocqueville: that a frontier can delay a reckoning, but it can never cure it.

Bharat’s Jetson Cities, Light-years Away from Nature

Updated: Jan 20, 2025

Jetson Cities

One thing is for certain: our Bharatiya cities, the big metros and towns, are fast becoming like the ‘Jetson’ cities. For those who are unaware of Jetson cities, these were first shown in the famous Hanna-Barbera cartoon series, the Jetsons, set in the 2100s, where cities are air-tight glass globules tethered to the ground, and the only way to get in and out are the flying cars. Yes, we, the city-dwellers, aspire to tall skyscrapers, spectacular bridges, world-class tunnels, swooshing metro trains, and we are building Jetson-like flying cars. A few HD drone images here and there, during the day and at night and around twilight, and we are content that our cities have become the cynosure of our own eyes. We want our cities to be brightly lit, with neon signs, laser shows, and large billboard videos. We would then fulfil our inner desire to have a city on par with Tokyo, New York, and Shanghai.


Our buildings, designed for the next 30 years, are well air-conditioned, shielding occupants from a soupy dust bowl of brown smog, soot, particulate matter, and fine dust. It is said that most new home buyers invest at least 10% of their property’s price in enhancing the interiors, soundproofing their homes, using air purifiers and conditioners, and disconnecting from the outside world for that much-needed solace. Indeed, large builders promote their projects as close to nature amidst tranquillity. However, there is always another builder eager to get one plot of land ahead of yours to enjoy that nature. To be truthful, access to nature now comes at a premium - even the skies.


Let’s assume the working-age population is occupied in the leisure of our Jetson cities, but how many of their young school and college-going kids have seen the long arm of the Milky Way galaxy from their cities? How many have witnessed a comet zooming by? How many know about endemic plants with medicinal properties? When did they last see a chirping house sparrow? How many know that the nearest sewage drain was once a freshwater stream? When did they last find their suburban beach prettier than the resort beaches of Maldives?


The intent to ask these questions is simple: Bharat is currently at a crossroads. Pundits are enthusiastic about a cultural renaissance on the horizon. Corporate leaders, on the other hand, want us to invest hundreds of hours each week to pay our dues to the growth of the national GDP. But no one asks, if a cultural renaissance is to occur, who will generate the new understandings and insights of nature that arise typically during such a period of human advancement? No one is actually asking, for whom are we building the nation if there is no time for children, or worse, if there is no time or intent to have children. In the process of growing rich, we are about to become old. By 2047, 65% of the population under the age of 35 will grow beyond 35 all at once, and we’d have an enormous population in advanced ages with a tapering young population, a graph that looks like a banyan tree. Unfortunately, that young population will have no access to the knowledge that nature has to offer, neither flora and fauna nor the seas and the skies.


Our urbane lifestyles need tempering. Such tempering can occur only if we ensure the revival of natural sciences during this period of cultural renaissance and nation-building. Let’s not rely solely on the educational system. With Indian Knowledge Systems, constructive changes are underway, and academic curricula are poised to improve for the greater good. However, true knowledge arises only when parents and grandparents introduce children to nature. Genuine understanding also develops from extracurricular activities in schools and colleges that encourage kids to observe, journal, and act on their discoveries. On the positive side, our country’s forest cover is increasing, as announced by the government. However, efforts must be made to ensure that every school or college, whether in Mumbai, Vijayawada, Gorakhpur, Ratlam, Thrissur, Bhuj, Faridabad, Imphal, Manali, Cuttack, or Ajmer, guarantees that their students are well aware of the endemic nature of their surroundings and are regularly observing and recording data on whatever interests them. Let kids observe rivers and understand the volume of water that flows through them. Let children learn about the decline of house sparrows in their cities and what steps should be taken to revive their populations. Let them study the bees in their nearby groves and recognise the vital role these bees play in nature.


Of course, you need to learn AI, robotics, fintech, the next generation of management courses, and all the engineering bells and whistles. However, we must not leave the next generation with inadequate comprehension and skills for understanding nature. We must ensure that nature conservation is not merely lip service or a tool for politicised green activists. This can be achieved if natural sciences are given the respect they deserve at the school, undergraduate, and postgraduate levels.


Indeed, I am a plebeian, and you might feel that you, too, could write a rant about the plight of our urban lives. Urban development and municipal experts have many solutions to propose, but few are willing to take action. However, that is not the issue I wish to highlight. I aim to illustrate a much larger concern—that Indian city dwellers are disoriented and devoid of nature, lacking a guiding star to lead them toward a brighter future. Our cities of Mumbai, Delhi, Bengaluru, Ahmedabad, Kolkata, and Chennai have taken on characteristics reminiscent of Jetson-like cities. We show little regard for the Nagar Devata, Gram Devata, and Van Devata, who have protected the cities, towns, and forests that once surrounded us. We wait for formal governance to clean up our beaches, rivers, and ponds without making sufficient efforts to prevent pollution in the first place.


For those striving to grasp spirituality not through the Puranas and Aadi-Granth but through new-age podcasts, I recommend watching Vinay Varanasi’s podcast on Bhagavan Vishnu’s Dashavatar. If it is clear that Bhagavan Vishnu does not tolerate disregard for Bhudevi or Mother Earth, why do we, the devotees of Bhagavan Vishnu, continue to pollute our Mother Earth—her air, soil, waters, and sounds? Or have we taken Elon Musk's words at face value, assuming our next destination is Mars after destroying Earth, only to ruin Mars later, even worse than its current clinically sterile state? If that is the case, then bear with me when I say this: these Jetson cities stand on precarious pillars of ego, victimhood, apathy, and consumerism, waiting to be toppled either by the true harbingers of order or by false prophets. Therefore, teach the next generations to observe nature, appreciate our coexistence with other species, and venerate the forces of nature. By doing so, we humans will be good, at least for the next thousand years. If not, prepare for a bleak future by the end of this century.


(The author is a Space and Emerging Technology Fellow at the Centre for Security, Strategy and Technology, Observer Research Foundation, Mumbai. Views personal.)

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