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David Ber man
People Are Streinz 40
Christos Ikonomou
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S T UA RT G O L D E N B E RG
Homeland
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T akashi dressed in long black rags, ripped fishnet stockings, and big
black boots with long loose laces that splatted at the floor when he
walked. He smelled strongly of old sweat and cigarette smoke, and
his face was scabbed from tearing his pimples open and squeezing the
pus out with dirty chewed-up fingernails. He covered the scabs with
makeup that was too pale for his skin. He used scissors to cut off all
his eyelashes. Sometimes he drew a French mustache on with black
felt pen. He was very intelligent and preoccupied with death and
suffering. He had a way about him I really liked. His hair was long and
bleached and dyed rainbow colors. Occasionally he bit into his lip and
dribbled blood down his chin. Sometimes he vomited in public just to
make a scene. Strangers would rush to his aid, offering handkerchiefs
and bottles of water. People even stopped to take his picture when we
walked down the street. Takashis taste in classical music was just like
mine: Saint-Sans, Debussy, Ravel. He was talented on the violin. He
said his instrument was worth more than his fathers car. He chewed
licorice gum sometimes, his favorite flavor, but his mouth still tasted
like excrement when we kissed each other. Takashi was my first real
boyfriend.
Last spring, we got locked in a practice room above the large con-
cert hall at the music school where we both took lessons on Saturday
afternoons. This happened during a rehearsal of the youth orchestra,
in which Takashi played violin. At first I thought Takashi might
have arranged the entrapment to take advantage of me sexually, but
that was not the case. How it happened was so funny: We went up a
secret spiral staircase behind the concert hall while the orchestra was
tuning. We just wanted to explore a bit, before Takashis rehearsal
started. In the practice room, we closed the door behind us and then
we couldnt open it again.
The locked room contained a couch, a radiator, several chairs
and music stands but no piano. As a pianist, I was never part of any
orchestra. I was mostly studying composition then, and that kept me
from having to perform very often. I was not as outgoing as Takashi.
Everything made me nervous, in fact. It was partly why I liked
Takashi so much. He seemed fearless, like he could do anything he
wanted to do, even if it was disgusting. In the corner of the room was
I have fled through land and sea, blank land and sea,
And I outside.
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3 Thomas Fr ank
Amazing Grace
In a humorous story published in 1975, at the very beginning of the
Marthas Vineyard boom, Tom Wolfe tells how Media & Lit. peo-
ple from New York had started vacationing on the island, and how
they were initially shunned by the flamboyantly preppy Boston peo-
ple who then dominated the resorts summer scene. But then the two
groups start to mingle, and a sort of revelation comes. At a cocktail
party one day in the mid-1970s, Wolfes narrator, an unnamed New
This essay is adapted from Listen, Liberal: Or, What Ever Happened to the Party
of the People? (Metropolitan Books, 2016). Excerpt from The Meek Have Inherited
is from Love Is a Dog from Hell: Poems, 19741977 by Charles Bukowski. Copy-
right 1977 by Charles Bukowski. By permission of HarperCollins Publishers.
B E L L E M E L LO R
Wall Eye. FR A N C E S J E T T E R
Despair Fatigue
How hopelessness grew boring
3 David Gr aeber
see a classic Big Lie reinforcer effect. When the consensus reality gets
this completely divorced from actually existing reality, when so many
innocent people have suffered as a result, and when anyone pointing
this out has been so consistently and aggressively denounced as a tin-
foil-hat-wearing flat-earther or Trotskyite, to break ranks would mean
admitting that the lunatics were right. There is nothing the established
media is more loath to do.
The divorce between consensus and reality has grown so extreme
and unworkable that even the technocrats charged with running the
system have started to cry foul. In 2014 the Bank of Englandits econ-
omists apparently exhausted by having to carry out economic policy
in a made-up, topsy-turvy world designed only to benefit the rich
issued a statement on Money Creation in the Modern Economy that
effectively destroyed the entire theoretical basis for austerity. Money,
they noted, is not created by governments or even central bankers, who
must be careful not to make too much of it lest they spark inflation; its
actually created by private banks making loans. Without debt there
would be no money. The post-Keynesian heterodox economists, reg-
ularly denounced as a lunatic fringe by those commentators willing to
acknowledge their existence, were right.
No major news outlet considered this a story; politicians contin-
ued preaching their morality tales of the evils of debt exactly as they
had before.
For the Blairites, the United Kingdoms future lay in what they called
the creative industries. Had not the United Kingdom, regularly
since the sixties, produced waves of popular music and youth culture
that had swept the world, bringing in billions in direct and indirect
revenue? It must have seemed a plausible gambit in the nineties, but
it failed because the Blairites were operating with a completely false
understanding of where cultural creativity comes from.
They naively assumed creativity was basically a middle-class
phenomenon, the product of people like themselves. In fact, almost
everything worthwhile that has come out of British culture for the last
century, from music hall, to street kebabs, to standup comedy, rock n
roll, and the rave scene, has been primarily a working-class phenom-
enon. Essentially, these were the things the working class created
when they werent actually working. The sprouting of British popular
culture in the sixties was entirely a product of the United Kingdoms
then very generous welfare state. There is a reason that in Cockney
rhyming slang, the word for dole is rock n roll (he got the sack,
hes on the rock n roll again): a surprising proportion of major bands
later to sweep the world spent at least some of their formative years
on unemployment relief. Blairites were stupid enough to combine their
promotion of Cool Britannia with massive welfare reforms, which
effectively guaranteed the entire project would crash and burn, since
they ensured that pretty much everyone with the potential to become
the next John Lennon would instead spend the rest of their lives stack-
ing boxes in their local Tesco as part of the new welfare conditionality.
In the end, all that the Blairites managed to produce was a world-
class marketing sector (since thats what middle-class people are actu-
ally good at); otherwise, they had nothing to show for themselves at all.
On to Corbofuturism
The first stirrings came, appropriately enough, from Scotland, where
in 2015 the Scottish National Party made a virtually clean sweep of
Parliamentary seats, running an explicitly socialist, anti-austerity
platform and trouncing a tepid Labour Party unwilling to fundamen-
tally challenge the Conservative agenda. (Basically no one in Scotland
votes Tory.) But the real earthquake came a few months later, with the
apparently inexplicable rise of Jeremy Corbyn and his shadow chan-
cellor John McDonnell to the head of the Labour Party in Westmin-
ster itself. In the eyes of the media, whicheven ostensibly left ven-
ues like the Guardianis absolutely and unconditionally hostile to the
new Labour team, their success is itself a product of political despair:
those whining old geezers in the pub have given up on even trying to
win elections and have spat in the face of the entire system by electing
one of their own. And its true; the new Labour leadership is made up of
genuine radicals. Corbyn and McDonnell represent the activist wing
of the Labour Partyuntil recently, a very small faction indeed, con-
sisting of, at best, half a dozen MPs. They have been regular supporters
and even participants in the popular mobilizations.
I am not just talking about speaking at rallies here. I can myself tes-
tify to this. When, in the summer of 2014, activists from Disabled Peo-
ple Against Cuts were chaining themselves to the sanctuary lawn at
Westminster Abbey in a vain attempt to focus media attention on the
closure of the Independent Living Fund that promised to leave even
more people with disabilities dead, McDonnell and I were part of the
crew carrying spare batteries for their wheelchairs. Both he and Corbyn
openly support a philosophy that insists that social change can never
come from electoral politics alone, but only from a combination of polit-
ical mobilization, union organizing, and as McDonnell once charmingly
put it, what in the old days we used to call insurrection, though nowa-
days we politely call it direct action. One can only imagine the horror
that ensued among the political establishment when such people were
suddenly catapulted to positions of leadership within one of the coun-
SA R A L AU T M A N
number of lights. Like youre in an endless casino and all the houses
are slot machines. Cement, poverty, and colored lightsBangladesh
meets Las Vegas. Kids are riding their bikes in the street and women
are watering flowerpots full of bushy plants. I see men in shorts grill-
ing meat and drinking beer on the rooftops of apartment buildings. I
see a bird circling in the air around a birdcage and the bird inside flaps
its wings too but in a surprised kind of way. The sky is completely
clear, the air as dry as the mouth of a person whos very scared. Just a
few days until Christmas but nothing looks like Christmas. Except
for the lights. Its as if Christmas came and went and now its spring
but for some crazy reason everyone forgot to take down their decora-
tions.
Theres half a bottle of wine left from yesterday. I fill a glass with
feigned indifference, as if it were water, and Lena looks at me and
starts to say something but I beat her to it.
Monday, I say. On Monday when I get my Christmas bonus Ill
pay off the rest of what we owe at Kotsovolos. Okay?
Fine, she says. Thats great. I can stop worrying.
She grabs another piece of orange peel and starts to slice it with
the knife. Her fingers are yellow.
Do you maybe, just maybe, have some idea of how much we owe?
she asks me. Take a piece of paper and start writing. Two months of
building fees is two hundred euros. The car insurance expired on the
fifteenth. Thats another two hundred. Rent. Kotsovolos. A hundred
and forty to the electric company. The fucking credit cards from the
fucking bank of fucking Cyprus. I have two cavities that need filling.
By the time Im forty Ill have no teeth at all. Who knows how much
the dentist will cost? Why arent you writing? You should be writing.
I look out the window. The sky. Theres a strange color in the sky
again this evening. A gray like the underside of a piece of cardboard.
Endless gray. No sun no moon no stars. Neither day nor night.
Not the sky but the underside of the sky.
Lena is on her second glass and second orange, peeling it and slic-
ing the peel into tiny slivers which she lines up at the edge of the table.
Her nails are yellow. The knife is yellow. Even the table is yellow. I
wonder whether I should go and get my new knife and sit across from
her and start slicing orange peels, too. To take my mind off things. So
I dont have to see that sky thats the color of clouds without actually
having a single cloud in it at all.
Ill ask Vassilis for a loan, she says.
Which Vassilis? The saint?
A thousand. For the stuff that wont wait. Then well see.
A thousand? Are you crazy?
Calm down, hes your brother. If you cant ask your brother for
help who can you ask? Sonias offered a hundred times. Whenever you
need, she said. Were doing just fine, she said. Theyre going to Paris
for New Years, did you know that? To Disneyland. They wanted to
go to the Asterix village but its closed in winter. It opens in March or
April I think. She said theyll go to Jim Morrisons grave.
She stops slicing and looks out the window. A piece of white stuff
from the orange is stuck to her chin, hanging there like a tiny thread
over an abyss.
Jim Morrison, she says. That was so long ago. I use to love him
when I was younger. I was completely in love. Crazy, passionate love.
People are streinz. People are streinz ouen yioura streinzer faces louk agli ouen
yiouralon.
She sings in a sweet husky voice and slices the orange peel and
her voice as she sings sounds like a lullaby in the silence of the house
and I think how Id like for us to go to sleep and sleep for whole hours
whole days and when we wake up it would be evening and raining and
we would drink hot cocoa with cinnamon and eat grape must cookies
with sesame seeds and then go out onto the balcony and smell the rain
and the wet earth and there wouldnt be any knives or fuses or rent
or debtsall those things will be gone and well have woken up new
strange people with no nostalgia for anything. Nostalgia. A mangy
dog with gunk in its eyes licking its wounds. It tricks you into reach-
ing out to pet it then bites you as hard as it can.
I lean over and pluck the orange pith from her chin and roll it into
a little ball and toss it into the sink.
Monday, I say. Ill take care of it all on Monday. Myself. No Vassi-
lises and no Sonias. Okay?
She looks at me and then looks away. I never expected this, she
says.
What do you mean?
Nothing.
Tell me.
Nothing.
Then she cuts herself. The knife slips and cuts her on the thumb.
But she doesnt say anything doesnt make a sound. She lets the
blood run, looks at it calmly and indifferently the way brave people
do on television. I go to grab her hand but she pulls away. She licks
the blood, sucks at it then takes a paper napkin and wraps it around
her finger. She looks at me with pursed lips and squeezes the napkin
around the wound and the napkin turns redder and redder and then
black.
Let me see, I say. Lena. Its me. Were not enemies. Its just me.
But shes looking at me as if I were the knife.
S T UA RT G O L D E N B E RG
3 Kade Crockford
Can we imagine a free and peaceful country? A civil society that rec-
ognizes rights and security as complementary forces, rather than polar
opposites? Terrorist attacks frighten us, as they are designed to. But
when terrorism strikes the United States, were never urged to ponder
the most enduring fallout from any such attack: our own governments
prosecution of the Terror Wars.
This failure generates all sorts of accompanying moral confusion.
We cast ourselves as good, but our actions show that we are not. We
rack up a numbing litany of decidedly uncivil abuses of basic human
rights: global kidnapping and torture operations, gulags in which
teenagers have grown into adulthood under indefinite detention,
the overthrow of the Iraqi and Libyan governments, borderless execu-
tion-by-drone campaigns, discriminatory domestic police practices,
dragnet surveillance, and countless other acts of state impunity.
The way we process the potential cognitive dissonance between
our professed ideals and our actual behavior under the banner of free-
doms supposed defense is simply to ignore things as they really are.
They hate us for our freedom, screech the bald-eagle memes, and so we
must solemnly fight on. But what, beneath the official rhetoric of per-
manent fear, explains the collective inability of the national security
overlords to imagine a future of peace?
Incentives, for one thing. In a perverse but now familiar pattern,
what we have come to call intelligence failures produce zero humility,
and no promise of future remedies, among those charged with guard-
ing us. Instead, a new array of national security demands circulate,
Safety Last
Both Democrats and Republicans justify Terror War abuses by tell-
ing the public, either directly or indirectly, that our national security
hangs in the balance. But national security is not the same as public safety.
And more: the things the government has done in the name of preserv-
ing national securityfrom invading Iraq to putting every man named
Mohammed on a special listactually undermine our public safety.
Thats because, as David Talbot demonstrates in The Devils Chess-
board, his revelatory Allen Dulles biography and devastating portrait
of a CIA run amok, national security centers on national interests,
which translates, in the brand of Cold War realpolitik that Dulles pio-
neered, into the preferred policy agendas of powerful corporations.
Public safety, on the other hand, is concerned with whether
you live or die, and how. Any serious effort at public safety requires
a harm-reduction approach acknowledging straight out that no gov-
ernment program can foreclose the possibility of terroristic violence.
Mission Creeps
As late as the 1970s, the FBI was still universally thought to be a reputa-
ble organization in mainstream America. The dominant narrative held
that J. Edgar Hoovers capable agents, who had to meet his strict height,
weight, and dress code requirements, were clean-cut, straight-laced
men who followed the rules. Of course, anyone involved with the social
movements of that ageanti-war, Communist, Black Power, American
Indian, Puerto Rican Independenceknew a very different FBI, but
they had no evidence to prove what they could see and feel all around
them. And since this was the madcap 1970s, the disparity between the
FBIs glossy reputation as honest crusaders and its actual dirty fixation
on criminalizing the exercise of domestic liberties drove a Pennsylvania
college physics professor and anti-war activist named William Davidon
to take an extraordinary action. On the night of the Muhammad Ali vs.
Joe Frazier fight of March 8, 1971, Davidon and some friends broke into
an FBI office in Media, Pennsylvania. They stole every paper file they
could get their hands on. In communiqus to the press, to which they
attached some of the most explosive of the Hoover files, they called
themselves the Citizens Commission to Investigate the FBI.
When Davidon and his merry band of robbers broke into the
FBI office, they blew the lid off of decades of secretand sometimes
deadlypolice activity that targeted Black and Brown liberation orga-
nizers in the name of fighting the Soviet red menace. According to
Noam Chomsky, the Citizens Commission concluded that the vast
majority of the files at the FBIs Media, Pennsylvania, office concerned
political spying rather than criminal matters. Of the investigative files,
only 16 percent dealt with crimes. The rest described FBI surveil-
lance of political organizations and activistsoverwhelmingly of the
left-leaning varietyand Vietnam War draft resisters. As Chomsky
False Flags
In the years following the 9/11 attacks, the Bush administration began
Hoovering up our private records in powerful, secret dragnets. When
we finally learned about the warrantless wiretapping program in 2005,
it was a national scandal. But just as important, and much less dis-
cussed, was the abolition of Levis assertion of the criminal predicate.
So-called domestic terrorism investigations would be treated princi-
pally as intelligence or espionage casesnot criminal ones. This shift
has had profound, if almost universally ignored, implications.
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6 Melissa Monroe
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The first of our kind has struck fear into the hearts of America,
announced one commenter last year on the giddily offensive /r9k/ board
of the notorious, anarchic site 4chan. This is only the beginning. The
Beta Rebellion has begun. Soon, more of our brothers will take up arms
to become martyrs to this revolution. The post, dated October 1, was
referring to the news that twenty-six-year-old Chris Harper-Mercer
had killed nine classmates and injured nine others before shooting him-
self at Umpqua Community College in Roseburg, Oregon.
The night before the shooting, an earlier post on /r9k/ had, in
veiled but ominous terms, warned fellow commenters from the North-
western United States that it would be a good idea to steer clear of
school that day. The implication was not lost on the /r9k/ community.
The first responder in the thread asked, Is the beta uprising finally
going down? while others encouraged the anonymous poster and
gave him tips on how to conduct a mass shooting. The apparent link
between the post and the killer remains under FBI investigation, but
in the immediate wake of Harper-Mercers rampage, a number of the
boards users hailed it as a victory for the beta rebellion.
The details that emerged about Harper-Mercers online life made
it difficult not to resort to stereotyping. On a dating site, he had listed
pop-culture obsessions typical of beta shut-ins, including internet,
killing zombies, movies, music, reading, and added that he lived with
parents. His profile specified that he was looking for a companion
with a shared set of personality traits: introvert, loner, lover, geek,
nerd. The term beta, in the circles Harper-Mercer frequented, is
an ironic inversion of the fabled swagger of the alpha male. Whereas
alphas tend to be macho, sporty, and mainstream in their tastes, betas
see themselves as less dominant males, withdrawn, obsessional, and
curatorial in their cultural habits.
Withdrawn does not necessarily imply peaceable, however, which
is where the uprising and rebellion parts of the beta identity come
in. This particular brand of computer-enabled detachment easily seeps
into a mindset of entitled violence and is accompanied by a mixture of
influences from the far right to the countercultural left. The email on
Harper-Mercers dating profile was ironcross45@gmail.com, but he was
also a member of a group named Doesnt Like Organized Religion,
Going Beta
On mens rights sites and in some geeky subcultures, beta male is a
common term of identification, one of both belonging and self-mock-
ery. It has become a popular meme on 4chans recreationally obnoxious
/b/ board, a precursor to /r9k/ that produced hacker collectives such
as Anonymous while also incubating scores of anti-feminist online
attacks in recent years. Know Your Meme records the earliest use of
the term beta uprising in 2011, on the mens rights movement blog
Fight for Justice. From around 2013, the beta-male uprising was a reg-
ular topic among 4chan users; it encompassed elaborate fantasies of
revenge against attractive women, macho jocks, and other normies
with majority tastes and attitudes.
The post alleged to be Harper-Mercers school shooting alert
came with an image of Pepe the Frog, a character lifted from the Matt
Furie comic strip Boys Club, angrily brandishing a gun. This, too, was a
trope of the beta rebellion: in his original cartoon form, Pepe was a sad
sack, prone to bouts of humiliation. But as his froggy visage got meme-
fied on 4chan, he took on a distinctly more menacing aspect. Pepe
became a favorite icon of last-straw ranters spewing extreme misogyny,
racism, and vengefulness. Much to the irritation of geeks, Pepe also
became popular among normies, which is why you can find videos on
YouTube of angry Pepe in a red rage accompanied by variations of the
male scream, Normies! Get the fuck off my board!
Overwrought digital threats and confrontational online rheto-
ric are nearly as old as the Internet itself. Posters on 4chan/b/s more
transgressive threads regularly claim that they are about to do terrible
things to themselves and others.
But some posters are also acting out those fantasies. Among the
stale memes, repeat posts, true-life confessions, pre-rampage tip-offs,
Well, this is my last video, it all has to come to this. Tomorrow is the day
of retribution, the day in which I will have my revenge against humanity,
against all of you ... Ive been through college for two and a half years,
more than that actually, and Im still a virgin. It has been very torturous
... I dont know why you girls arent attracted to me, but I will punish
you all for it ... Im the perfect guy and yet you throw yourselves at these
obnoxious men instead of me, the supreme gentleman.
minorities and interracial couples (in spite of his own mixed-race back-
ground). The manifesto specifically mentions a War on Women,
which will unfold in two stages: The Second Phase will take place on
the Day of Retribution itself, just before the climactic massacre ... My
War on Women ... I will attack the very girls who represent everything
I hate in the female gender: The hottest sorority of UCSB.
On 4chan/b/, the day the story broke, Rodger was the subject of
much fevered attention. One contributor posted a selfie of Rodger
from his Facebook profile and wrote, Elliot Rodger, the supreme gen-
tleman, was part of /b/. Discuss. That dude was fairly good looking,
one commenter remarked. He mustve just been the beta to end all
betas if he never got laid. Another commenter wrote, Manifesto had
I do not forget, I do not forgive and kissless virgin, etc., he was a /b/
tard. Rodgers I do not forget, I do not forgive was likely a reference
to a sign-off used by Anonymous, which emerged from 4chan/b/. Anon-
ymous has gone on to do some activist work that intersects with fem-
inist concerns, including the exposure of the names of those allegedly
involved in the ugly Steubenville, Ohio, rape case. But the Anonymous
doxer who exposed the high school footballers went on to be accused
of sexual assault himself. Whoever the target, the groups vengeful sen-
sibility survives, not only in the Guy Fawkes iconography that has been
adopted by various protest movements, but also in the beta rebellions
reformist rhetoric.
Rodger identified as an incel, or involuntarily celibate. He would
troll Bodybuilding.coms miscellaneous section posting comments
like Men shouldnt have to look and act like big, animalistic beasts
to get women. The fact that women still prioritize brute strength just
shows that their minds havent fully evolved. After the Harper-Mer-
cer shootings, one 4chan commenter wrote, /r9k/ needs a new martyr
alongside our hallowed Elliot.
Rodgers online identity is traceable to several other forums, too,
including the now-defunct PUAhate, where men laid into pick-up
artists for putting women on a pedestal and occasionally espoused
hardcore separatism in the vein of the Men Going Their Own Way
movement. Rodger wrote in his long manifesto that on PUAhate he
had discovered a forum full of men who are starved of sex, just like
me. He also frequented a subreddit for incels called ForeverAlone
(referencing a meme made popular by 4chan) and one called TheRed-
Pill (alluding to The Matrix movie), which hosts anti-feminist men
and men who take a dim view of what is involved in the game of sexual
conquest. After the Rodger massacre, a thread appeared on TheRed-
Pill called Omega man kills 6 and commits suicide. One commenter
If you read his manifesto, you also learn that he pedestaled pussy to an
extreme degree basically his entire life since puberty. It turned into hat-
ing of women and sex in the very end, but it was twenty years of making
vagina the Holy Grail of his existence that really fucked up his head.
Feminists and religious zealots strive to take all sexual outlets away from
men, be it prostitution, sex travel, or mere pornography for masturba-
tion. Thus these politicians bear partial responsibility for increasing
sex crimes against women and children, and probably for the mayhem
created by Elliot Rodger.
He was incel. Lonliness [sic] and extreme sexual deprivation can have
extremely serious psychological effects on some people ... this kind of
shit breaks a young mans spirit.
Remedial Class
As one patiently surveys the varieties of online expression favored by
beta males, it becomes apparent that, in addition to their all too pal-
pable sense of self-loathing, theyre further actuated by a pronounced
sort of class contempt. One key source of their rageagainst both the
sexual pecking order and society at largeis that their own sense of
superiority over the masses, the unspecial normies, is not reflected
back to them by others in real life.
Beta-male defenders like Breitbart tech editor Milo Yiannopoulos
have argued that feminism has created cruel conditions for men who
are different and geeky, while some feminists criticize the beta rebel-
lion even as they regard the marginalized masculinities at its heart as a
progressive forcea kind of counter-hegemonic corrective to an older
notion of masculinity based on physical strength and machismo. But
surely the idea that geeks are a victim group is out of date today. The
American high school movie clich has for several decades been the
story of the geeks and the jocks. Invariably in such popcult fables, we
see how the bullied members of the former group go on to prosper and
thrive in adulthood with their superior intellect, while the discred-
ited high school impresarios of physical prowess languish in small-
town backwaters, mired in dead-end blue-collar jobs and unhappy
marriages. The hard-to-miss moral is that the geeks shall inherit the
earthand that the athletic, macho, blue-collar male, once admired
for his physical strength, now deserves his own decline.
The beta insurgents likewise heap scorn on the conservative cul-
tural mores of the small-town and blue-collar populace. Indeed, the
beta-sphere is almost as fiercely opposed to conservative family values
as it is to feminism. For a pretty typical example from 4chan, a grue-
some image was once posted on /b/ of an aborted fetus, lying on a doc-
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thing remotely resembling cultural appropriation. The recent popular
left candidates Bernie Sanders (in the United States) and Jeremy Cor-
byn (in the United Kingdom) have come in for heavy rhetorical fire
from this new wave of wired feminists, who deride them both as retro-
grade prophets of brocialism.
In response to the Oregon attacks, Milo Yiannopoulos wrote,
Todays man-punishing, feminized culture is creating killers. ... Why
not harness that [masculine] power and set men back to work? To make
America great again, we need to rescue our lost generation of young
males. According to a wealth of scholarship cited by Steven Pinker in
The Better Angels of Our Nature, the feminization of culture is a feature
of the decline of violence, not a cause, and there are many countries
with better work and childcare conditions for women than America
that are not producing mass shooters. Yiannopoulos conflates two
enemy forces: Young geeks may be the losers in the cruel and chaotic
modern free market of sexual choice, but they are the relative winners
in the dominant economic ideology of the day. It is the geeksthose
who merged the counterculture with information technology in the
1990swho have already inherited the earth.
In the information age, the tastes and values of geeks are elevated
above the masculine virtues of physical strength and material produc-
tivity that preceded them. Today, the market ideology of the informa-
tion society is ascendantparticularly with its main Anglophone chal-
lengers tarred as brocialistsand it is immensely comfortable with its
cultural power, which means that it happily accommodates transgres-
sion, gender fluidity, self-expression, and an abundant choice of niche
online subcultural identities. Its been a depressing spectacle to see
two post-political, economically illiterate forms of subcultural identity
politicsTumblr feminist and beta/hacker anti-feministdoing battle
online. This feminism certainly has things to answer for; in addition
to its penchant for sabotaging its own allies, it must be challenged on
the damage it has done to university life with its militant opposition
to free speech. But only one side of this new Internet gender rivalry is
producing killers, and despite what polemicists such as Yiannopoulos
are saying, it isnt the feminists.t
The Sunstroke
6 Ludmilla Petrushevskaya
responsible
for coffee
and dessert.
Hooray!
H A ZE L L E E SA N TI N O 9
In the evening, the family reconvenes. Shower; quiet haggling over
the upcoming hike to the mountaintop to watch the sunriseMir-
bala, their local friend, is leading the group.
The husband refuses definitively. The children make faces: they
have plans, a girl in their gang is having a birthday party, they need
money for a present and cake, please, Mom.
All this means that the following night, Vera, the wife, is free
and there she is, marching uphill with a group of seven adults, Mirbala
leading the way. Each carries a jacket and a bedroll. Mirbala is also
bringing marinated lamb, for kebobs; Serezha is dragging wine. There
is also Serezhas gangly wife, plus Mirbalas mysterious girlfriend in
large earrings and a turban, plus a shy woman, ValyaVera will make
friends with her. A friend of Serezhas is carrying the grill and skew-
ers. Vera is responsible for coffee and dessert. Hooray! There are three
children, tired and miserable; two belong to Serezha, and the other is
his friends little girl.
Finally, they stop for the night. Fire in the grill, excitement, first
glass of wine, first kebob off the fire. (Not enough marinade, Mirba-
la moans; Enough, enough, shout the women.) The kids are exhaust-
Later, she tries to tell her husband and children what she has wit-
nessed that morning. But they arent listening. The girls had food poi-
soning at the birthday party and didnt go to breakfast. Vera, full of
energy after a sleepless night, races to the dining hall to fetch them all
breakfast, which they refuse, so she makes them tea, but the husband
makes coffee for himself, takes a long look at his wife and suddenly
declares, loudly and clearly: You are so healthy, one could beat you on
the pavement and nothing would happen.
Thats right, on the pavement, Vera agrees lightly and leaves for
the beach, where her new friend, Valya, has been guarding a cot for her.
Naturally, the children arrive at the beach in the worst afternoon
heat, splash around sleepily. Vera has to control them unobtrusively.
Her husband makes an entrance, too, drops his stuff near the family
cot, and immediately moves to the next awning, where the other guys
are congregating. Mirbala and his harem have crawled home to sleep.
But the happiness experienced at dawn, the difficulties overcome,
the reward in the form of a new sun (she looks at it suddenly and
thinks, Hi, I saw you waking up!), continue their magical effect all day.
Vera feels contented. She doesnt concern herself too much with
M anya arrives. They have rented a room for her near their hotel,
quite a decent room, although without a shower and with a shared
bathroom, so shell have to use theirs. Pale and lethargic Manya,
bespectacled, an exact replica of her mother, accepts her new condi-
tions meekly and joins their household on lawful grounds. She rejects
the food, swims in brief stretches with a seeming distaste, but then
burns up, quickly and thoroughly.
Vera slathers cooling lotion over Manyas freckled, anemic skin,
the weak back muscles, the endless legs. The husband gives Manya his
bed; she is burning with fever. He sleeps on the floor, keeping vigil,
gives her water, while Vera runs out for medicines or to fetch a doctor
or to get food, which Manya rejects. Finally, the doctor allows Manya
a shower. Vera goes in with her to assist; the husband waits outside,
pacing nervously. Vera starts the shower running, turns to the mirror
to apply some cream; behind her Manya fusses with her clothes, gets
into the shower clumsily. Vera turns around to offer assistanceand
6 Fani Papageorgiou
Everybody Freeze!
The extropians want your body
3 Corey Pein
Narratives are made by the artful omission of facts. Never was this
maxim more evident than in a gullible feature story that landed on the
front page of the New York Times last fall, about a young womans last-
ditch bid for life extension as she succumbed to the ravages of brain
cancer. A sober look at the case would have revealed it to be but the
latest botched mortuary procedure conducted by a gang of creepy scam
artists. Instead, through the good graces of the Times, this grim tale
was spun into an inspirational saga of one persons courageous quest
for a second chance at life, aided by medical visionaries on the verge of
miraculous technological breakthroughs.
Kim Suozzi died at age twenty-three in January 2013. After her first
diagnosis, two years earlier, Suozzi became one of the youngest people
ever* to undergo an expensive form of ritualistic corpse mutilation
called cryonic preservation. In pop culture, cryonics is perhaps best
known as the plot device that transports the schlubby pizza delivery
guy in Matt Groenings animated series Futurama into the thirty-first
century. The decades-old quack procedure, which involves freezing
corpse parts for later resuscitation, was for a long time apocryphally
associated with such wealthy eccentrics as Walt Disney. It then caused
a scandal in 2002 when it was widely reported that the body of baseball
great Ted Williams had gone into deep freeze against the wishes of
some in his family. In recent years, cryonics has regained an entirely
undue aura of respectability as the thought leaders of Silicon Valley
have trained their enterprising, disruptive vision on the conquest of
disease and death.**
Suozzi, an agnostic libertarian and aspiring neuroscientist, began
taking cryonics seriously after discovering the work of the futurologist
Ray Kurzweil through a cognitive science class at Truman State
University in Missouri. After surgery failed to stop the growth of her
brain tumor, Suozzi determined that upon death sheor rather, her
* In spring 2005 a two-year-old Thai girl was frozen by Alcor at the request of her parents after succumbing to a
terminal illness.
** Cryonics, the con job, should not be confused with cryogenics, the science of freezing things, although it fre-
quently is.
[Translation: Its a good thing that, as far as anyone knows, none of these
people have been operating on live human bodies.]
* Credit goes to University of CaliforniaBerkeley lecturer in rhetoric Dale Carrico for this coinage.
More was only eighteen when he published the essay, and later
sought to distance himself from it without renouncing all of its conclu-
sions. I was a new, hardline radical libertarian, More wrote. Unfor-
tunately, in my foolish arrogance, I wrote about a topic that I was then
too nave to properly understand. However, he affirmed that he was
right to stand up for free speech and to attack inflexible laws regard-
ing maturity and consent.
Mores interest in life-extension was kindled at around the same
time as his politics. This was not coincidental. As former Alcor pres-
ident Mike Darwin Federowicz wrote, cryonics began as a radical
social movement as much as, or more than, as a scientific or technical
undertaking. Early cryonicistsMores original mentors and current
employerssaw their project as a globally transformative idea; one
that would remake, and in some cases abolish, core human institu-
tions such as inheritance, marriage, the family, and religion with the
advent of a freezer-centered society. Such were the ideals that led
the precocious More to found Britains first cryonics organization,
now defunct.
In 1987, More left England to pursue a PhD in philosophy at the
University of Southern California. Almost immediately, he hooked up
with Alcor.
sells books such as Sexy Forever by Suzanne Somers and FDA: Failure,
Deception, Abuse, a compilation of FDA atrocities detailed by contrib-
utors to the magazine.
Kent poured the profits from this operation into Alcor. He also
raised seed money for the expansion of Alcors cryonics operations
from Stephen Ruddel, a real estate tycoon based in Hollywood, Flor-
ida. Ruddel was a drug-addled recluse who peered down on the city
through a telescope from his squalid penthouse fortress, guarded by
cameras, alarms, and razor wire. A narcotics investigation led police
to send a SWAT team rappelling down via helicopter to Ruddels roof.
Inside the Alcor patrons home they found assorted gold coins, plati-
num bars, a thousand eight-ounce ether bottlesenough to blow up
a city block, but fortunately all empty, police told a local newspaper
along with feathers, wigs and suggestive snapshots of young women,
and a crack cocaine laboratory. Ruddel was captured while attempting
to flee on foot, wearing only black bikini underwear and deck shoes.
That was in 1986. By 1988, Kent himself was in trouble with the
law. After the disastrous alliance with Ruddel, he had moved to Cali-
fornia with his ailing mother, Dora, who was by Alcors account essen-
tially bed-ridden by osteoporosis and senility and confined to a nurs-
ing home. In December 1987, following a bout of pneumonia, Dora
Kent became Alcors eighth patient.
The Riverside County, California, coroners office maintained
that Dora Kent was killed as a result of the drugs injected by Alcor to
prepare her for freezing. Saul Kent and Alcor maintained that she was
already dead, but declined to cooperate with the investigation. River-
side County lost a civil court battle with Alcor over the custody of Dora
Kents remains. Officials abandoned criminal charges and eventually
stopped looking for the key piece of evidence: Dora Kents head. Given
the reported presence of lethal chemicals in the womans bone mar-
row, Alcors legal victories were widely attributed to the incompetence
of local officials. One of the coroners investigators, Alan Kunzman,
wrote and self-published a book about the case, which he deemed a
travesty, titled Mothermelters: The Inside Story of Cryonics and the Dora
Kent Homicide. Saul Kent, still afraid of possible murder charges, has
refused ever since to comment on the case and the whereabouts of his
mothers presumably frozen head.
One of the people present for Dora Kents final moments was a
young Alcor volunteer named Max OConnor, according to Kun-
zman. More himself has written in passing that he assisted with the
Dora Kent operation but otherwise has remained dutifully mum on
the subject.
Boundless Expansion
More was not shy about describing his effort as a grandiose scheme to
rewrite the rules of society. We feel a pressing need for memetically
engineering our culture, More wrote.
The writer held that the sublime extropian ends justified any and
all means, including lying, cheating and media propaganda. He urged
the abandonment of the usual Libertarian everyone should be free
nonsense in favor of a you should do as we say program. Forget
Democracy, Totalitarianism is the only route a modern party should
take, he went on. Were not here to make a better world were here to
make a better self. Moreover, it would be necessary for the extropian
master race to cull the herd.
At this point many of you may think Im joking, the extropian
wrote. Im not.
More chimed in to say he found such an approach repellent, but
went on to recommend a sci-fi novel, Slant by Greg Bear, in which the
extropians were given credit for inspiring just such a future totali-
tarian movement. But rhetorical qualifications aside, there was no
escape from the abyss More had swan-dived into. Drawn together by
the Internet, a giddy cohort of devotees believed a quantum upgrade
of the human software was in the offingone that readily justified
Mores heated dismissal of outdated values and his rapturous visions
of immortal bermenschen pursuing their chosen genius-agendas with-
out an obligation to the masses. Indeed, extropians rarely expressed
anything but contempt for the billions of people who failed to heed
their boundlessly life-expanding vision.
On the subject of cryonics, at least, More still shares his comrades
Taking Liberties
Cults and capitalism
3 Ann Neumann
Save Yourselves! 9
Dederichs particular method of seeking
self-liberation through self-examination is wedged smack into the
middle of the evolutionary trajectory of our current therapeutic cul-
ture. The modern American saga of better living through self-dis-
covery stretches roughly from the turn of the twentieth century until
today. Of course, the deeper roots of self-cultivation reach back to
European soilthe liberalization of the Catholic Church; the rapid
spread of Protestantism, mysticism, and evangelicalism; and the rise
of science-based rationalism and mind-body dualism. But their mani-
festation in the crowded spiritual marketplace of the postwar world is
what Timothy Aubry and Trysh Travis call, in their 2015 book, Rethink-
ing Therapeutic Culture, an especially American phenomenon.
Self-improvement, self-reliance, and the pursuit of happiness,
weve come to believe, are not only American rights, but every citizens
obligation. Only with attention and effort can we improve our emo-
tional, physical, interpersonal, and economic selvesthe conventional
limits of genetics, family influences, ethnic loyalties, and social class be
damned. Benjamin Franklin, Thomas Jefferson, and countless other
founding apostles of self-made spiritual repose made the new republic
over in this singularly hopeful image. Modern capitalism refined their
handiwork into a marketplace of just-in-time self-reinvention, which,
significantly, caught on in American mass culture at a moment when
more traditional forms of solidarity in the workplace, the university,
and the conduct of national politics were sputtering to a halt in the
so-called age of stagflation.
The ground for the cult efflorescence of the seventies had been
prepared by various antinomian psychic pioneers earlier in the twenti-
eth century. During the early 1900s, mystical movementstheosophy
and Mind Cure, for instancewere scorned by traditional denomina-
tions even as they themselves turned away from a stern and demand-
ing God the Father and towards a personal and loving Jesus, as Aubry
and Travis observe. Economic abundance and the anxieties of urban-
ization primed Americans sense of mental health for the arrival of
Freuds psychotherapy. By the time World War II veterans returned
from Europe, mental hygiene was a national concern; the National
Institute of Mental Health was founded, right on schedule, in 1949.
Shell-shocked combat veterans, neurotic housewives, and malad-
justed youth alike sought help fromor were remanded tothe newly
legitimate counseling professions, Aubry and Travis write. Our psy-
chological health seemed elusive yet achievable.
Out of this indefatigable quest emerged the liberation movements
of the 1960s and 70s, with minority populations loudly advocating for
new social orders that supported individual rights, equality, and free-
dom. The self was at the very center of this new social constructand
Americans were obligated to peer deep inside. But as communes, New
Age practices, and other alternative lifestyle groups commanded a
growing share of cultural influence, a backlash was brewing. The inte-
rior, inner lifefor which the home served as both metaphor and sanc-
tuarythus acquired a heightened value, even as perceived threats from
the outside created a sense of its fragility, Aubry and Travis note. In
a reinforcing loop, the perception of the domestic/interior as besieged
increased its relative importance, both to the individuals and to the
culture writ large. Even as some religious groups denounced this ver-
sion of self-liberation, they presided over an elaboration of it, focusing
on personal relationships with Jesus, an ethos of therapeutic psychic
repair, and promises of happiness and financial well-being. Any failure
to live up to the spiritual values of their faith community meant that
believers were failing to see their true selvesand as a result, failing
their God, their families, and their nation.
The legacy of this backlash, which found its most potent expres-
sion in the family values platform and legislation that now enjoys
widespread rhetorical influence on both the left and the right, is a
continued nostalgia for a family unit that never really was: a powerful
lingering desire for God the Father to be on top. Nonetheless, the
reinforcing loop, our adherence to fictitious, sacralized family struc-
ture, hasnt stopped therapeutic self-care from becoming the patriotic
duty of every responsible citizen. Even Mad Mens Don Draper went to
the mountain.
Today, with the glut of self-help books, social media confessions,
illusory tabloid intimacy, and self-care methods and advice, it may
seem that the therapeutic need has always been with us. But not so.
These beliefs ... may pass as natural, but they are in fact historically
B E L L E M E L LO R
6 Natalia Ginzburg
the others
to the people who come and go and buy newspapers and food.
But the gate that would open every evening is closed forever;
The first time I heard about Tucker Max I was still finishing up col-
lege, vaguely toying with the idea of getting a masters degree in gender
studies. But here, it seemed, was a popcult phenom who was itching to
give meand women the world overan alpha-dude-docented crash
course in the subject.
To be a bit more precise, I was idly scrolling through Facebook
when I noticed a post by a feminist friend; Tucker Max, reviled misog-
ynist and de facto bard of brews, bros, and hos, was being protested
by womens groups, on the grounds that his purportedly true-life tales
of extremely inebriated sex promoted rape culture. Despite living in a
college town myself (presumably the heart of Maxmania), I had never
encountered Maxs bestselling I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell, which by
then was already a few years into its run on the New York Times best-
seller list. The book was so popular that it even spawned a movie, which
promptly beefed it at the box office. Apparently, Maxs epically mascu-
line tales of debaucherydubbed fratire by the New York Times in
2006did not translate well to the big screen.
Theres no question that Maxs work traded in misogyny. Lines
like Your whole gender is hardwired for whoredom and Fat girls
arent real people are pretty representative of his oeuvre. But Ive
never really bought the theory that his sexism was infectious, any more
than I believe heavy metal makes you kill your parents. My position has
always been that most professional misogynists work in character, and
that on some level, everyone is aware of that. While Max was a success-
ful literary shock jock, his routine got stale and his followers drifted,
in part because his contempt extended beyond women to include his
mouth-breathing readers. Compared to them, Max implied, he was so
much bettermore frequently laid, more epically drunk, more excel-
lently attired and turned out. As Max aged, and his readers along with
him, the I came, I drank, I fucked storylines wore even thinner. And
despite the raw sensationalism of his stories, Max wasnt a very com-
pelling writer.
The same cannot be said for Neil Strauss, who inhabited the other,
marginally more genteel camp of the mid-aughties dick-lit trend, and
whose meditations on dudeliness were slightly more sophisticated.
A clearly superior writer to Max, Strauss made it big by embedding
Beyond Fuckery
That settled, I suspect that its the dudes themselves who have changed
their ways. Dick-lit is experiencing a major sea change for the better.
But whats driving this flight from fuckery?
It could be that were simply witnessing growth. What can seem
adventurous at thirty can be pathetic at forty, and both authors recently
became fathers. Age cant possibly account for all of it, though. With
the amount of money Strauss and Max have made from their dudely
lifestyle empires, they could theoretically play out their Peter Pan
shticks until they drop dead. Its not the most dignified way to go out,
but neither author relies on dignity as a selling point.
Theres also the utterly cynical possibility that theyre completely
full of shit. Maybe Strauss and Max are switching gears because their
book sales sagged. The sybaritic bro brand has to wear thin at some
point, right? I mean, how much schlock can a shock jock schlock when
a shock jocks just a cock? Then again, I find it hard to believe that were
in the last petulant throes of the genre. Mate and The Truth are both
still pretty juvenile books, and with a new crop of romantically inept
males born every day, I dont see the genre going under anytime soon.
away with interrupting as much! They cook more and do more house-
work! Sure, were not there yet, but its so different! Fathers today are
so involvedyou wouldnt believe what it used to be like! It was some-
thing we millennials had never even considered.
Radical feminist Shulamith Firestone famously said, All men are
selfish, brutal and inconsiderateand I wish I could find one. This is
the cosmic joke of heterosexuality in women, which always puts us in
the punch line. As we wrestle with the implications of this grim para-
dox, it can be difficult to recognize progress when its wonespecially
when its banal or corny, and still falls short of our utopian feminist
ideals. Nonetheless, in a world that now harbors the figures of Tucker
Max and Neil Strauss, mildly chastened family men, we might con-
sider unburdening ourselves of romantic pessimism. In the face of such
encouraging evidence, why kick a gift horse in the balls?t
For Gods sake, dont touch me. The hands of a leper might fill
you with fear, but these hands of mine will fill you with dread.
They are cold and meek and moist and for a reason I myself fail
Against Activism
3 Astr a Taylor
An Injury to All
Unlike the term organizer, with its clear roots in trade union and labor
politics, activist has murky origins. According to the Oxford English
Dictionary, the word has been quietly biding its time for over a century.
Associated early on with German idealist philosopher Rudolf Eucken
who believed that striving is necessary to a spiritual lifeit was then
sometimes used to describe outspoken supporters of the Central Pow-
ers during the First World War. Eventually, the term came to signify
political action more broadly, and though the precise path of this trans-
formation remains to be traced by scholars more diligent than myself,
it is clear that activism and activist have been in circulation with their
current meanings for some time. In the early 1960s the New York Times
described both Bertrand Russell and C. Wright Mills as activists
(Millss editor objected to the characterization in an angry letter), and
searches through archival records from that period reveal scattered
mentions of labor activists, and then civil rights activists, and then stu-
dent activists.
We used to call ourselves, variously, revolutionaries, radicals, mil-
itants, socialists, communists, organizers, Roxanne Dunbar-Ortiz, a
radical historian with fifty years of social movement experience, told
me. The rise of the word activist, she specu-
Activists are types who, by some lated, corresponds with what she describes
as a broader discrediting of the left. A good
quirk of personality, enjoy long
number of Rudd and Dunbar-Ortizs politi-
meetings, shouting slogans, and cally active peers came from dedicated com-
munist or labor families, or had joined the
spending a night or two in jail.
fight for civil rights in the South, which meant
9 they had firsthand knowledge of a movement
deeply rooted in churches and community
organizations, many of which employed (poorly) paid field organiz-
ers to mobilize people over sustained periods of time and against long
odds.
It was only after the 1960s ended, as new social movements
eruptedfeminism, gay liberation, environmentalism, and disability
rightsthat activists truly began to proliferate. By the eighties and nine-
ties, the term was firmly in common usage. These social movements
accomplished a tremendous amount in a remarkably short time frame,
often by building on and adapting long-standing organizing techniques
while also inventing open, democratic, and non-hierarchical proce-
dures. Yet in their quest to jettison some of the lefts baggage, poten-
tially useful frameworks, traditions, and methods were also cast aside.
Activists flourished as people moved away from what they felt
were dated political ideologiesthe anti-imperialist Marxist Leninism
that captivated the Weathermen went out of vogue, as the Commu-
nist Party had before itand embraced emerging radical identities. In
the wake of the sixties, people also, understandably, wanted to be less
beholden to charismatic leadership, which put movements at risk of
being sabotaged when figureheads were assassinated (Martin Luther
King Jr.), acted unaccountably (Eldridge Cleaver), or switched sides
( Jerry Rubin). Over the years, as unions lost their edge and became
overrun by cautious or corrupt bureaucrats, cynicism about social
change as an occupation took root, at least within certain idealistic cir-
cles. (When I recently heard the phrase professional organizer, it was
a slur, not a compliment.)
Notably, too, this was the era of the right-wing backlash, the toxic
blast of union bashing, deregulation, and financialization that led to
the explosion of income inequality that the left has been incapable of
mitigatingincapable in part because of the turn away from economic
justice to other causes, but also because the left has been up against
an extraordinary adversary. Conservatives were busy executing orga-
nizational strategies during the last third of the twentieth century
launching think tanks and business associations buoyed by corporate
largesse, inflaming the ground troops of the Moral Majority, and lay-
ing the foundation for a permanent tax revolt by the 1 percenteven as
the left was abandoning its organizing roots.
Yet organizing is what the left must cultivate to make its activism
more durable and effective, to sustain and advance our causes when the
galvanizing intensity of occupations or street protests subsides. It is
what the left needs in order to roll back the conservative resurgence
and cut down the plutocracy it enabled. That means founding politi-
cal organizations, hashing out long-term strategies, cultivating leaders
(of the accountable, not charismatic, variety), and figuring out how to
support them financially. No doubt the thriving of activism in recent
decades is a good thing, and activism is something we want more of.
The problem, rather, is that the organizing that made earlier move-
ments successful has failed to grow apace.
Self-Directed Action
In the sixties, Rudd, Dunbar-Ortiz, and their respective cohorts
learned about organizing almost by osmosis, absorbing a model devel-
oped and tested over many generations, as Rudd put it. (Their ambient
awareness of organizing, Rudd clarified in his talk, informed the years
of preparation that made the celebrated 1968 Columbia occupation
possible; ignoring those efforts in a fit of hubris is where the Weather
Underground went wrong.) Todays activists have come of age in a very
different milieu. No one has a parent in the Party, trade unions are in
terminal decline, and the protracted struggle of the civil rights move-
ment, which has so much to teach us, has been reduced to a series of
iconic images and feel-good history highlights.
To be an activist now merely means to advocate for change, and
the hows and whys of that advocacy are unclear. The lack of a precise
Divided We Gig
Obviously, there are still organizers in the classic moldlabor orga-
nizersdoing invaluable work. And a growing number of people are
experimenting with new forms of collective economic power and
resistance. But one major challenge in these neoliberal and post-Ford-
ist times is to find inventive ways to update the union model for our
current conditions of financialization and insecurity. We need to cre-
ate fresh ties among the millions of stranded people who lack stable
employment, let alone union membership, so that they become a force
to be reckoned with. I have been part of an effort, born of the chaos of
Occupy Wall Street, which attempts to do this by organizing people
around indebtedness. The project, which launched the nations first
student debt strike last year, recognizes that debt is money, a tradable
asset for the financial class, and a source of leverage for those stuck in
the red. We take inspiration from the old adage: If you owe the bank
stopped talking about the reasons the Missouri athletes form of direct
action got the goods and how their approach to organizing might be
replicated elsewhere.
S T UA RT G O L D E N B E RG
6 Benjamin Fondane
3 Evgeny Morozov
One day in October 2009, I received an email from the office of Alec
Ross, then the innovation adviser to Hillary Clinton. Informing me
that my writing on technology and global affairs had attracted con-
siderable interest at the State Department, the email mentioned that
Ross would like to meet and chat about my work. A subsequent email,
from Ross himself, asked me for advice on what the State Department
should do. What Id really like to know, wrote Ross, is what are those
things we can do, either materially or symbolically, to help ensure and
extend Internet Freedom across the globe.
Ross seemed like an intriguing type: he was the first such innova-
tion adviser, one of the whiz kids brought in from the outside to help
disrupt the stale world of U.S. diplomacy. He was a political appoin-
tee, with little experience in foreign policy. During the 2008 election
campaign, Ross advised Obamas team on technology policy; prior
to that, he cofounded a nonprofit dedicated to bridging the digital
divide. Here was someone young and ambitious, a poster child for
Obamas infatuation with digital technologiesafter all, they had just
got him elected.
Curiosity got the better of me. I went to see Ross at the State
Department, just a few blocks from the flat that I was renting in
Washington. I was, to put it mildly, underwhelmed. Mr. Senior
Adviser for Innovation, I quickly discovered, didnt have much advice
to dispatch and was himself busy recruiting informal advisers to gen-
erate talking points for Clinton. That wouldnt have been so bad if, at
the same time, Ross werent so keen on namedropping and signaling
his status. It took him just a few minutes to mention that he was sup-
posed to have a call with Samantha Power at the White House and
that, despite his senior position, he had seen poverty up close in West
Virginia (where he grew up) and in Baltimore (where he was living). A
six-week-old copy of The Economist, featuring an African woman hold-
ing a mobile phone on its cover, occupied a strategic spot on his desk.
Here was an important man reading important things and talking to
important people.
Out of courtesy, I did share some thoughts with Ross, but it wasnt
long before our paths diverged.* I soon became a critic of the U.S. gov-
* That much can be gleaned from a bizarre and random attack that Ross launches on me in his book, calling me
a social media-savvy graduate student in Massachusetts ... who writes neo-Luddite screeds against American
technology companies, advancing the official views of Russia and Belarusarguably, just the kind of person that
Hillary Clintons innovation adviser should have sought advice from! Ironically, the only memo of advice Ive ever
written for a government was for the American oneat Rosss own prompting.
(pretty faint praise, this), The Industries of the Future reads more like a
love letter to a few more unexplored corporate boards, preferably in
industries that will last longer than Alec Rosss career as the next Tom
Friedman.
This turn to futurism and technology is not new for Washington
insiders. Even Zbigniew Brzezinski once penned a tome on the tech-
netronic era. Ever since the heyday of modernization theory, with its
belief in the civilizing power of radio, television, and satellites, anyone
with even rudimentary expertise in the latest technologies has been
in high demand in Washington; a lucrative career spanning academia,
the lecture circuit, and the private sector was guaranteed. From Ith-
iel de Sola Pool to George Gilder, Ross is in goodor, rather, awful
company.
Magic Mountains
Like many in Silicon Valley, Ross believes in what has become known
as the Varian Rulenamed after Googles chief economist, Hal
Varianwhich states that the kinds of luxuries enjoyed by billionaires
today will eventually be provided, albeit in a somewhat modified, heav-
ily technologized form, to the poor and middle classes. You wont get
a chauffeur, but you will get a self-driving car; you wont get a secre-
tary, but youll get Siri or Google Now. The only benchmark of success
is access to goods and services, while the actual terms on which this
access is providedfor Google Now to work, for example, you need
to let Google monitor you pervasivelyare never discussed. Here is a
capitalism-friendly version of social mobility, whereby consumption,
rather than the dissolution of existing power relationships, becomes
the sole goal of emancipatory struggles.
Ross also subscribes to the view, quite popular in both Wash-
ington and Silicon Valley, that thanks to the digital revolution and
proliferation of cellphones and social media, the powerful (corpora-
tions, governments, traditional media) have lost their clout and newly
empowered citizens find ways to outsmart their oppressors. Its not for
nothing that Mark Zuckerberg chose The End of Power, by the quintes-
sential Washington insider Moiss Nam, as the first selection of his
book club. (The books not-so-subtle subtitle is this: From Boardrooms
to Battlefields and Churches to States, Why Being In Charge Isnt What It
Used to Be.)
Ross tells us that everywhere, newly empowered citizens ... are
challenging the established order in ways never before imaginable
from building new business models to challenging old autocracies. To
see just how ridiculous this idea is, its enough to look at what hap-
pened in Greece last summer. The angry Greeks and their support-
ers abroad had a fancy hashtag (#thisisacoup), while their opponents
in the European governments, the European Commission, and the
International Monetary Fundwell, they had just about everything
else. Guess who won. Perhaps the Greeks should have heeded Rosss
advice and attempted to disrupt the Troika with a new business
model.
Despite incessant proclamations to the contrary, the purse still
wields more power than the cellphone. And given the growing indebt-
edness of the population and the financializaton of everything under
the sun, citizens stand to be further disempowered for the benefit of
Liberty Wavers. G R E TA P R AT T
3 Jacob Silverman
Firewall, Farewell
Such is the anticlimax of sponsored content: it promises to know the
future of news, but in the end, all its got is cash (and vaguely aspira-
tional brand messaging). Sure, native ads may be sleeker and slightly
more substantial than annoying buy-now banner spots, but theres no
panacea here for journalismno corrective to the vapid advertising of
the past, no white knight for anxious legacy publications trying to get
the Internet right, no savvy compromise that will cede part of a media
companys soul to keep the rest of it (namely, the news division) pris-
tine and intact.
Far from it. Because who would bother pitching a story to The
Atlantic for $100 when you could pitch yourself as a copywriter and
make twenty times as much? And why would a Fortune 500 executive
respond to a journalists questions when he could just hire The Atlantic
to produce a glittering, 1,200-word advertorial instead and then buy
some promoted tweets to ensure it racks up shares?
The notion that a publication could sell access to its editorial style
without also changing the terms of journalistic access itself is laugh-
* A midst this turnover, Sardar Biglari, Maxims owner, canned Lanphear, appointed himself editor in chief, and
started putting naked women on the cover again. Biglari also sued a former employee for telling a tabloid journalist
that the bossman had been a creep during a photoshootthat Biglari insisted on appearing inwith supermodel
Alessandra Ambrosio.
Sacramento Shakedown
Kevin Johnsons crossover corruption
3 Cosmo Garvin
Those of you who know Kevin Johnson know that when he goes
Doc! youre about to give away something. The audience laughed; its
funny because its true.
Kings Dominion
By the fall of 2015, Johnsons political career was effectively over. He
was under scrutiny, again, for allegedly molesting a sixteen-year-old
girl two decades before. And he was facing a new allegation of sexual
misconduct; a city employee had filed a sexual harassment complaint.
The City of Sacramentos legal advisers warned Johnson not to hug or
touch anyone at city events. So Johnson, deciding two terms in office
were enough, announced that he will not seek reelection this Novem-
ber. His exit will coincide with the opening of the new arena, easily his
most significant mayoral achievement.
Meanwhile, debt service on the bond-financed arena will reach
about $18 million a year, draining money from the city treasury. Sac-
ramentos city finance department is warning that the citys spending
is already unsustainable and budget deficits are imminent. For now,
however, Johnson is being credited with a dramatic makeover of the
new arena districtwhere a decaying shopping mall had been before.
Excellence Abounding
To NBA fans, Johnsons basic bio is well known. All-star point guard
for the Phoenix Suns. He dunked on Hakeem Olajuwon that one time.
He grew up in the Oak Park neighborhood of Sacramento, an old
inner suburb damaged by decades of disinvestment, white flight, and
sprawl. Like a lot of other athletes, Johnson decided to create his own
charitySt. Hope (Helping Others Pursue Excellence).
For his community work, Johnson was named one of George H.
W. Bushs Thousand Points of Light in 1991. The Sacramento Bee
described Johnsons charity as almost saintly.
Looked at more closely, its clear that the public benefits promised
by Johnsons various publicprivate partnerships often fail to materi-
alize. Or they come at a very high price. A few examples:
S
t. Hopes development arm built Oak Parks signature 40 Acres
building, including a beautifully restored Guild Theater, bookstore,
and Oak Parks first Starbucks. It also took nearly $3 million in city
loans and grants. But for years, Oak Park residents complained that
St. Hopes properties were overgrown with weeds and illegal dumping.
Johnsons properties gathered dozens of code violationsracking up
tens of thousands of dollars in fines. Today, the St. Hope website still
promises that some of those properties will be renovated over the
next five years or that they are scheduled for 2007. But as that last
vow makes painfully clear, the website hasnt been updated in years;
meanwhile, the properties sit empty, unbuilt, or unrefurbished.
Arena Capitalism
Some of Johnsons behavior, and some of the dubious practices at St.
Hope, started to come to light in late 2007 and early 2008, when John-
son announced his bid to be mayor of Sacramento.
Strength Regimen
But KJ was surprised and frustrated to learn that the mayor of Sacra-
mento wasnt all that powerful compared with big-city mayors like
Michael Bloomberg in New York or Antonio Villaraigosa in Los Ange-
les, another ed reformer who tried to take the reins of that citys schools.
He envied their staffs and their power to shape their cities agen-
das. But California cities had largely jettisoned the East Coast boss-
mayor system during the Progressive Era, a century before KJ came on
the scene. More galling, mayors in East Coast cities got to control city
schools. In California, as Villaraigosa learned the hard way, the state
constitution mostly prohibits mayors from meddling in the affairs of
local school boards.
From day one, Johnson was preoccupied with enlarging the foot-
print of the mayors officein both a political and physical sense. He
moved his offices away from those of his fellow council members on
City Halls fifth floor and took over the underused third floor. Soon
KJs bullpen was teeming with interns and political consultants, pro-
fessional volunteers, and friends, many of whom followed him over
LO U I SA B E RT M A N
ing a public vote on plans for a major sports facility. He got the city
clerk, and then the courts, to throw out tens of thousands of citizen
signatures to put the arena subsidy on the ballot. Here, he was helped
enormously by the citizen groups disorganization, and the fact that the
petitions were filled with errors. And he successfully floated to local
media the notion that the deal protects the general fund, when in fact
it diverted millions in revenue from city parking meters and garages.
Through SPPF and Think Big, Johnson took money from the
Sacramento Kings, from arena developer Friedman, and other back-
ers, and commissioned glowingthough quite misleadingeconomic
reports to justify big new infusions of public money for the new
arena. These were then marshaled, uncritically, through arena-back-
ing outlets in the local press. Think Big also funded and organized a
pseudo-grassroots campaign, headed up by a local sports talk person-
ality, to cheerlead for the arena and pack city council meetings with
purple-shirted arena supporters.
This was thinking big, indeed. The really innovative part of the
KJ Inc. model of governance is the way in which it has studiously
blurred the lines between the public and private sector. The players
are hard to keep straight without a scorecard. Johnson hired former
redevelopment manager Cassandra Jennings to be a liaison between
his nonprofits and the mayors office. Jennings is on the city payroll,
and also on the SPPF board of directors. In 2014 her husband, Rick
Jenningswho was on the same school board that gave Sac High to St.
Hopealso got himself elected to the city council. Not surprisingly,
Jennings has been a reliable vote for his wifes boss.
Meanwhile, Johnsons chief of staff, Kunal Merchant, and his spe-
cial assistant, R. E. Graswich, were both moved off the city payroll and
onto Think Bigs payroll in 2012. But for a long time they continued to
work out of City Hall.
Another Think Big team member was development attorney Jef-
frey Dorso, whom Johnson relied on heavily in the citys negotiations
with the Kings and the NBA. But between the tentative agreement
for an arena deal in 2013 and the final vote in 2014, Dorso took all the
knowledge he had gathered working in City Hall, and went to work for
the Kings. Merchant went on the Kings payroll immediately after the
tentative arena deal was struck in 2013.
Standing Offers
In fact, Stand Up does next to nothing for Sacramentos public schools.
It is mostly a political organization, leveraging the mayors office to
promote Johnsons ideological brand of educational reform, and to pro-
mote Johnson himself.
This prime directive is spelled out in a 2011 email from Johnson to a
potential Stand Up recruitccd to Johnsons executive assistant, a city
employee. KJ says a large part of Stand Ups function is to support his
efforts to advocate for much-needed legislation around policies such as
Race to the Top, ESEA [No Child Left Behind], and LIFO (last in, first
out). LIFO is the practice of laying off teachers with less seniority, a
policy much in vogue among educational reformers. Johnson also men-
tions Stand Ups support for parent trigger laws in California, which
enable parents to vote to turn neighborhood schools into charters.
For more then a decade now, all these policies have been flash
points in the ed reform wars. And most of Stand Ups money comes
from outside Sacramento, from the big underwriters of the school
reform movement, like the Walmart-owning Walton family and the
Eli and Edythe Broad Foundation. In fact, Stand Up has taken in more
money in mayoral behests than any of Johnsons other nonprofits, more
than $4 million since he took office.
Early on, Stand Up hosted education town halls and viewing par-
ties for the pro-charter film Waiting for Superman. Stand Up promoted
Teach for America and City Year in Sacramento schools, over the objec-
tions of local teachers unions. It supported Johnsons frequent advo-
cacy junkets to other frontline venues in the school wars, such as his
trip to Bridgeport, Connecticut, to stump for a ballot initiative to take
power away from the local school board and put it in the hands of the
mayor. (Fortunately for the citizens of Bridgeport, the measure failed.)
About the only not-overtly-political thing Stand Up has touched
is a reading tutoring program it helped to coordinate in 2011. The
actual tutoring work was contracted to another group, which soon
took over the project entirely. True to form, Johnsons Sacramento
Reads program is now just another dead link on KJs website.
Stand Ups website contains video highlights of a handful of edu-
cation policy summits in other cities, such as Nashville and Atlanta.
These clips show Johnson, Rhee, and other Students First employees
giving the ed reform pitch. But those events were nearly a year ago.
Back in Black
In 2013 Stand Up employees teamed up with staff on the Sacramento
city payroll to advance Johnsons successful bid to take over the forty-
year-old National Conference of Black Mayors.
The NCBM was in serious financial and leadership disarray, and
Johnson once more positioned himself as an insurgent voice of reform.
But during his short tenure at the head of the group, Johnson has ended
up destroying it, as detailed at length by Dave McKenna at Deadspin.
In 2013 a PowerPoint presentation was distributed to the mayors
City Hall staff, titled National Conference of Black Mayors: Annual
Meeting Coup, laying out in bald terms the strategy behind the
Johnson putsch. Participants included Aisha Lowe, who worked in
City Hall as Johnsons interim director of African American affairsa
position that doesnt exist on the city payroll. Instead, she was earning
a $100,000 annual salary as Stand Ups executive director, while vol-
unteering for the city.
Among the other plotters were Stephanie Mash Sykes, Johnsons
director of governmental affairs, and Mariah Sheriff, Johnsons direc-
tor of government affairs in education. Both positions are phony, but
Sykes and Sheriff have presented themselves as employees of the Office
of the Mayor. Sheriff even uses the City of Sacramentos logo on her
LinkedIn work history.
Johnson ultimately forced NCBM into bankruptcy, and that legal
fight is still wending its way through the courts in Atlanta, where the
group is headquartered. He immediately started a competing group,
called the African American Mayors Association, and installed Sykes
as executive director and himself as president. In short order, AAMA
has established itself as yet another pay-to-play arm of the KJ Inc.
machine. Perhaps the clearest example is Johnsons mercenary rela-
tionship with Uber.
In June 2014, Uber gave a $50,000 check to the AAMA. In
Dunked
None of that stuffKJs secrecy, his misuse of public resources, his
bullying lawsuit against a small alt-weeklywas any threat to his polit-
Sweet Charity
Consider just one representative case in point: city councilperson Jay
Schenirer. Hes a longtime Johnson ally and a former member of the
school board majority who voted to give away Sac High. He now makes
his living as an education consultant.
Following Johnsons lead, Schenirer started his own nonprofit,
headquartered for several years inside his City Hall office. WayUp
Sacramento is funded with a mix of endowment money and corpo-
rate donations. Schenirers nonprofit took $50,000 from the Walmart
Foundation while at the same time leading the successful effort to
repeal the citys big box ordinance, which required an economic
impact study as a condition before any new big box retail franchise
would be granted city permits. The charitable contribution was
much larger than the maximum Walmart could have given to Schenir-
ers reelection campaign.
When I asked Schenirer why WayUp was allowed to operate in
City Hall, when other nonprofits were left without the luxury of tap-
ping city resources, he took a page from his mentor, explaining that
WayUp isnt really a charity at all; its a brand.
This new kind of public-private logrolling will likely go on
post-KJ, largely invisible to ordinary Sacramentans. Some version
of it is probably happening in your city too, or will be soon enough.
Just remember that when a policy entrepreneur like KJ comes calling,
youre about to give something away.t
The Stranger
3 Georg Simmel
This famous essay, written nearly a century ago, is a chin-stroker of the first order. But if you read attentively in
Simmels observations about the modern quality of strangeness, then you may better comprehend the fear of refugees
in Europe, the outbreak of xenophobia in the United Statesand why your lover kind of likes you but also kind of
doesnt. This translation from the German, by Ramona Mosse, is taken from Georg Simmel, Soziologie. Untersu-
chungen ber die Formen der Vergesellschaftung. Berlin: Duncker & Humblot, 1908. S. 509-512.
* W herever those attacked make such wrongful allegations, they can be traced to a tendency of those in power to try
to exonerate their subjects, who have previously had an overall closer relationship to them.
David Berman (Clip-On Tie, p. 14) is a poet, Ottessa Moshfegh (The Locked Room, p. 8)
cartoonist, and musician, and was the frontman is the author of two novels, McGlue and Eileen, and
for the Silver Jews. a forthcoming collection of short stories, Homesick
Kade Crockford (Keep Fear Alive, p. 50) is for Another World.
director of the Technology for Liberty project at Edwin Muir (The refugees born for a land
the ACLU of Massachusetts, where she edits and unknown, p. 13) (18871959) was a Scottish poet
writes the Privacy Mattersblog. and translator.
Benjamin Fondane (Ulysses XXI, p. 132) Angela Nagle (The New Man of 4chan, p. 64)
(18931944) was a Romanian poet and critic who is a writer and researcher based in Dublin, Ireland.
wrote in both Romanian and French. She writes about technology, culture, and political
Thomas Frank (Withering on the Vine, economy and is coeditor of Ireland Under Austerity.
p. 16) is founding editor of The Baffler. His new Ann Neumann (Taking Liberties, p. 102) is
book is Listen, Liberal. author of The Good Death and a visiting scholar at
Amber ALee Frost (Boys Will Be Men, the Center for Religion and Media at NYU.
p. 114) is a writer and musician in Brooklyn. Fani Papageorgious (No Need to Argue
She is on the National Political Committee of Anymore, p. 83) books are When You Said No, Did
the Democratic Socialists of America and a You Mean Never? and Not So Ill With You and Me.
contributor to Rosa Luxemburg: Her Life and Legacy. Corey Pein (Everybody Freeze! p. 84) is a
Cosmo Garvin (Sacramento Shakedown, writer in Brighton, England. He is working on a
p. 160) writes about local politics and public policy book about the San Francisco tech boom.
for the Sacramento News and Review. Ludmilla Petrushevskayas (The Sunstroke,
Natalia Ginzburg (Memory, p. 113) (1916 p. 78) books include There Once Lived a Girl
1991), was the author of fiction, essays, and theater Who Seduced Her Sisters Husband, and He Hanged
works in Italian. Himself: Love Stories.
David Graeber (Despair Fatigue, p. 26) is Georg Simmel (The Stranger, p. 176) (1858
a contributing editor of The Baffler. He is an 1918) was a German sociologist and philosopher.
anthropologist, writer, activist, and soon-to-be Jacob Silverman (The Rest Is Advertising,
actor who has written any number of books. p. 148) is a contributing editor of The Baffler and
Christos Ikonomou (People Are Streinz, author of Terms of Service.
p. 40) has published three collections of short Astra Taylor (Against Activism, p. 123) is a
stories, The Woman on the Rails(2003),Something contributing editor of The Baffler, cofounder of
Will Happen, Youll See(2010), andAll Good Things the Debt Collective, and author ofThe Peoples
Will Come From The Sea(2014). Platform.
Dulce Mara Loynaz (from Absolute Solitude,
p. 122) (19021997) was a Cuban poet.
Melissa Monroe (Frameless Treatment Translators
Guidance Systems, p. 60, and Vision, p. 62) Karen Emmerich, Estelle Gilson,
teaches at the New School for Social Research. Ramona Mosse, James OConnor,
Evgeny Morozov (They Made Him a Moron, Leonard Schwartz, and Anna Summers.
p. 134) is a contributing editor of The Baffler and
author of The Net Delusion.
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