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    Imperialism and Regime Change as Instruments of Foreign Policy in the Washington Administration

    October 1, 2020 by Will Morrisey

    Colin G. Calloway: The Indian World of George Washington: The First President, the First Americans, and the Birth of the Nation.  New York: Oxford University Press, 2019.

     

    For decades, standard interpretations of American foreign policy have been fundamentally misconceived. The claim that American imperialism began with the acquisition of the Philippines, Cuba, and other territories from Spain in 1898 is obviously nonsensical. The great period of American imperialism, in which Americans went from sea to shining sea, reducing the Amerindian nations and tribes to dependent status, was over by then. The territories acquired from Spain were marked for independence, which most of them received. The claim that regime change in foreign nations America had defeated in war began with Germany, Japan, and Italy in the aftermath of the Second World War is also false; when not based squarely on ignorance, it depends on the fanciful notion that the Indians weren’t foreign peoples. 

    It is one of the great merits of Professor Calloway that he knows these things. Although his book at some points is somewhat marred by excessive sympathy for the Indians (it scarcely would have gotten published by a major university press if it were not), he frames George Washington’s Indian policy as it should be framed: as part of a geopolitical struggle in which Americans could not be assured of victory. “The Revolution was not only a war for independence and a new political order; it was also a war for the North American continent.” Therefore, “in Washington’s day the government dealt with Indians as foreign nations rather than domestic subjects. The still-precarious republic dared not ignore the still-powerful nations on its frontiers.” At the same time, in North America “Indian country was not exclusively Indian, and had not been for a long time.” Nearly two centuries of interaction with European settlers—English, Spanish, and French, and Swedish—had already begun to ‘hybridize’ their ways of life, from their diet to their household goods, to their language. Shakespeare’s Caliban was right: many Amerindians “could speak English and… their own languages lacking profanity, had learned to swear in it.” Regime change, indeed.

    Amerindian regimes resembled the political societies of antiquity, as described by Fustel de Coulanges in The Ancient City, published a few years after Washington’s death. They were family- and clan-based communities, “measur[ing] their influence in the extent, and status, of personal connections.” Polytheistic and animistic, they “kept the world in balance by prayer, ritual, and ceremony, and kinship with the spirit world.” “Spiritual forces,” they believed, “permeated everyday lives and possessed and exerted power.” They regarded land not as ‘real estate’ or property but as sacred soil to be defended as the place where their ancestors, now among those spiritual forces, were buried. Triumph in war meant that the gods of the victors were more powerful than the gods of the defeated. “Upheaval and catastrophe reflected loss of spiritual power that could be explained as a result of weakened traditional culture”—literally, the cultus—and by “declining observance of necessary rituals.” Wars against the English were typically seen as religious revival as much as military-political self-defense.

    When Washington’s home colony of Virginia saw its first English settlement at Jamestown in 1607, there were approximately 40 Amerindian tribes living there, numbering perhaps 20,000 altogether. By the time Washington was born in 1732 the Native population had declined by 80%, ravaged by diseases, especially when smallpox arrived (“probably on board African slave ships”) in 1696. Thanks to British immigration policies and superior methods of farming, English Virginians already had outnumbered Native Virginians by 1640, and they had defeated the principal Indian chief, Opechancanough, who had launched “a brutal war against the aggressive infant colony.” Some Indians were enslaved by the colonists; others participated in the slave trade, ranging into the more southerly colonies to capture Indians there and to sell them to the whites. And although, as one British official remarked, each Indian nation was “perfectly well acquainted with its exact original [territorial] bounds,” those bounds were no more respected by the more powerful Indian nations than they were by the English; for example, the Iroquois, originating in the northern part of the New York colony, had fought their way to western Virginia by the early 1700s. As one of its chiefs put it in 1744, “All the World knows we conquered the several Nations” living along the Potomac and Susquehanna rivers, as well as those “on the back of the Great Mountains in Virginia.”

    The young Washington entered this contested terrain as many Tidewater Virginians had done and would continue to do for decades: as a surveyor and land speculator. By the age of sixteen he was already surveying along a southern branch of the Potomac in Maryland; he began his military career in 1753, by which time he was already interested in lands in the Ohio territory. Washington was associated with the Virginia-based Ohio Company, which had purchased lands west of Virginia from the Six Nations (that is, the Iroquois Confederation), which had in its turn claimed those lands by right of conquest, having defeated other Indian nations which had settled their. The Ohio Company acted in full cooperation with the British Crown, “advanc[ing] the Crown’s imperial interest by pursuing its own self-interest.” The Crown needed to proceed carefully, however, because a too-aggressive policy of territorial acquisition might push some of the Indians “into the arms of the French,” one of England’s imperial rivals on the continent. There were other competing claimants to that land, ranging from rival Virginia companies to Indian rivals of the Iroquois. No one really ruled it, except to some extent the Shawnees, who broke with the Iroquois and allied with the English against the French. 

    Seeing an opportunity, in 1753 French forces gathered, hoping to seize Ohio territory. Virginia Lieutenant Governor Robert Dinwiddie appointed the twenty-one-year-old Washington to reconnoiter in the territory. With a small escort of Indians accompanying his Virginia men, Washington confirmed the French incursion; he was sent back as second-in-command with a force numbering 300, whose members, Dinwiddie promised, would receive land grants after the war. This would result in what Americans called the French and Indian War, called the Seven-Years’ War by the English who fought it in Europe. And it truly was a French and Indian war, with the various Indian nations in the region allying with either the French or the English. When one of the Indian chiefs saw the loss of an English fort whose construction he’d approved, his own prestige among the Indians declined. That same chief, Tanaghrisson “tried to save face” by goading the inexperienced Washington into a battle against the French; although Washington “is often credited with starting” the war by this action, it was really Tanaghrisson who began what many historians now consider the first of the ‘world wars.’

    Washington can scarcely be said to have covered himself with glory in that war. Most fundamentally, he “consistently misread the motives and actions of the Ohio Indians who wanted to maintain a balance of power in the region” and had no intention of siding with the English and their Indian allies. Nor did Washington understand that Indian customs didn’t entail a European-style military chain of command; Indian chiefs themselves needed to persuade their warriors to fight or not to fight and, if they chose to fight, when, where, and how to do so. Chief Tanaghrisson himself complained that “Washington tried to command us as he did his slaves,” often refusing their advice. It is true that the chief was shifting the blame for his own bad advice, which Washington did take. After losing the Battle of Jumonville, Washington resigned his commission rather than accept a demotion, returning home.

    The war hardly went smoothly after Washington’s departure, even with more experienced English officers in command. Colonial assemblies were reluctant to contribute a substantial share of men and material to the effort. Neither the English nor the French had accurately estimated the power of the Indians. General Edward Braddock was no better at managing Indian relations than Washington had been, and his troops suffered defeat at the Battle of Monongahela against a better-trained French force, one whose officers had more experience with Indians and were better at coordinating with them. By then, Washington had rejoined the army and survived the ambush, “escorting the mortally wounded Braddock from the field with the straggling remnants of the army.”

    The main reason the French-allied Indians eventually lost the war was disunity amongst themselves. “Different tribes, and even groups within tribes, fought their own parallel wars.” They wanted “to keep their country free of European settlement” but also free of one another. One-third of the Virginia troops died, and the settlers abandoned nearly 30,000 square miles of territory. In effect, the French and Indian forces won the war in the South. Luckily for them, the war shifted to the North, where English troops were more substantial. Meanwhile, the Virginians held their (greatly reduced) line by recruiting Cherokee warriors from South Carolina and by joining with forces from Pennsylvania, which finally “abandoned its long tradition of [Quaker] pacifism in the spring of 1756.” Washington wanted to lead an expedition against Fort Duquesne in Pennsylvania, the center of resistance to British troops in the region, but London quite understandably had other ideas, selecting the Scottish officer John Forbes, who wisely mad sure that the Indian allies were well supplied. They proved as unreliable as Washington expected them to be, but by 1758 Forbes had 6,000 British troops at his command, and they turned the proverbial tide. Duly noting this, the Iroquois Six Nations and the Susquehanna Delawares made peace with the Cherokee, aligning against the French forces. Those forces were defeated at Fort Duquesne in November 1758; before retreating, they blew up the fort, a site Forbes renamed ‘Pittsburgh’ in honor of William Pitt, the British Secretary of State who had appointed him. Washington again resigned his commission, two months later, marrying the widow Martha Custis and taking over her plantation, including her 200 slaves. 

    Elected to a seat in the Virginia House of Burgesses, Washington turned to building his wealth and political status in Virginia. His regiment was disbanded at the end of 1762, and the war was concluded the next year. Assessing the war, “there were those who questioned Washington’s fitness for command. He hardly deserved the military reputation he had acquired by the end of the war, and the Revolutionary War would demonstrate, time and again, that he still had plenty to learn.” And “contrary to popular myth, he did not learn how to defeat the British in the Revolution by fighting in the ‘Indian style’ he learned in the French and Indian War.” He rather learned to add that style to his tactical repertoire while continuing to prefer the European way of war, with its clear lines of command and full-on battles coordinating infantry and artillery. What no one questioned was his courage. Even and especially in retreat, he never panicked and he kept his defeated troops together. His character would prove to be his fortune, not his expertise in cultural anthropology, a discipline that did not yet quite exist beyond the pages of Montesquieu, who didn’t think much about military strategy and therefore could offer little guidance to his readers in that area.

    In the 1763 Treaty of Paris, France ceded its lands east of the Mississippi to Britain, those west of the Mississippi to Spain, whom they hoped would contain the English advance. “Indians thought differently. In their view the French had no right to give their country to the English. Never having been conquered by the English or the French, nor subject to their laws, they considered themselves ‘a free people.'” Anticipating the deal, they planned war against the British, and seized several forts west of the Appalachians, nearly breaking “Britain’s hold on the interior of North America.” The war finally stalemated; its major effect was to convince London that it needed to keep a standing army in North America, to be funded by the Stamp Act of 1765. By law, “London, not the colonies, controlled western expansion,” but, like the Indians, the Americans thought differently and continued to settle in Indian territories claimed by their mother country. Land speculation flourished and, as before, Washington was in on it. Calloway quotes his fellow historian Joseph Ellis, who writes, “At bottom lurked a basic conflict about the future of the Ohio Country: Washington believed it was open to settlement; the British government believed it was closed; and the Indians believed it was theirs.” London greatly assisted the Americans’ ambitions by negotiating the Treaty of Fort Stanwix, which moved the western boundary “hundreds of miles to the west.” “George Washington was back in business.” A land rush ensued, but so did American restiveness under British rule, as London tightened its central-state controls over its colonies. When a 1774 ruling from London courts disallowed the Ohio land claims of Virginia war veterans, Washington became indignant. The War for Independence was brewing. 

    During that war, Washington adopted a defensive strategy against the British, rightly depending on the vast, forested lands of North America to protect his soldiers from assaults from professional troops. Simultaneously, “he consistently advocated offensive war against Indians,” who had every reason to fear the Americans more than the British, for precisely the same reason that Washington thought he could outlast the King’s men: The British were foreigners in their own colonies, and those colonies were too big to rule militarily from London—especially since London had a much nearer enemy, France, a short distance from its western flank. Despite these fears, some Indian nations and tribes allied with the Americans if only because they expected them to win. Washington now welcomed them, recalling “from firsthand experience the psychological impact of Indian warriors and Indian ways of fighting,” maintaining “that a body of Indians combined with American woodsmen would strike fear into the British and foreign troops, especially the new recruits.” In the event, however, his suspicions remained, and he used Indians primarily as scouts. 

    Crucially for his own subsequent political career, the Virginia gentryman became identified with ‘the democracy’ at Valley Forge in the winter of 1777-78, when he suffered the bitter cold with his troops. In such a circumstance, his character meant more than his military savvy or his ‘anthropological’ expertise—both of which, though much improved, remained dubious. His popularity with Americans hardly suffered when he ordered expeditions into Iroquois country against tribes that allied with the British, expeditions that centered not so much on man-to-man combat as the destruction of Iroquois crops, a form of siege warfare adapted to open country. This forced the British to confront “a refugee crisis as Indian families who had lost everything flooded” into their Niagara base. “The scorched-earth campaign and terror tactics that Washington ordered” helped to win the war while “caus[ing] untold human misery.” Nonetheless, the Iroquois continued to fight alongside their allies, if increasingly in vain.

    “American actions made it impossible for Indians to ignore British warning that the rebels intended to steal their country and destroy them.” The Ohio tribes fought hard, but increasingly saw that the British would lose. For his part, Washington told the Delawares that the British are a “boasting people,” and that their only chance of survival was to learn to live with the Americans. “Learn our arts and ways of life, and, above, all the religion of Jesus Christ. These will make you a greater and happier people than you are.” Knowing that Americans, for their part, should also learn to live with the Indians, even as they would take most of their land, he began to think of regime change among those nations and tribes as the only way to ensure the safety and prosperity of both sides. He “knew what the Indians knew: the war in the West was a war for Indian land,” but he did not necessarily want Americans to take all of it, if the Indians would ‘Americanize’ and integrate themselves into the American regime. The ruinous smallpox epidemic of 1779-80, which began in Mexico City and spread northward, further weakened Indian defenses against American plans. 

    This notwithstanding, as the Articles of Confederation constitution took hold in the United States, “Indians remained the dominant power in the trans-Appalachian West,” with a population of about 150,000. The mountains were a formidable barrier for settlers to cross. Politically, “the thirteen states had achieved independence but did not yet constitute a nation, let alone an imperial republic with a manifest destiny to occupy the continent.” To observers at the time, “a more likely prospect in 1783 was that North America would continue to be divided among several empires, Indian confederacies, and multiple sovereignties that might include more than one American republic if individual states and settlements of Americans… went their separate ways,” as some indeed intended, with varying degrees of intensity, for decades to come. “Could the infant nation resist these powerful centrifugal tendencies,” given these geopolitical facts, its untried republican regime, and its loosely confederated system of states? Those states would prove a major obstacle to any unified American policy toward the Indians from the Washington administration through that of Andrew Jackson. But as in the colonial wars, Amerindians were even more divided than their U.S. rival, and they lacked modern technology, aside from things they could acquire by barter.

    As president under the 1787 Constitution, “Washington thought the precarious republic’s security, prosperity, and future depended upon creating a strong government, creating a national market in Indian lands, and turning hunting territories over to commercial agriculture and economic development.” With Benjamin Franklin, he considered it “a matter of both justice and policy” that “Indians should have the opportunity to give up their lands by consent in treaties, and he hoped the process could be carried out with a minimum of bloodletting,” thanks to his policy of regime change. This country, he wrote, “is large enough to contain us all.” He preferred the Virginia colonial policy of purchasing large tracts of lands by major investors (such as himself), who would rent small plots to settlers; this contrasted with Thomas Jefferson’s approach—the “empire of liberty” in which settlers would own their own land and, once sufficiently numerous, would organize the territories into political communities which would join the Union as states equal to the original thirteen, unlike the European colonial empires. Initially, Washington’s tenant-settler policy prevailed; when Kentucky achieved statehood in 1792 only one-third of the “adult white male residents” owned land, as the majority were tenants. 

    With the French removed and the British holding on to some forts in the West, America’s principal imperial rival in the South was Spain. The Chickasaws played a balance-of-power game, but as in the United States, by then factionalized by passions attendant to the French Revolution, “the diplomatic shuffling intensified divisions within the nation.” Unfortunately for the Chickasaws the empires they confronted bordered their lands, whereas the empires the Americans confronted were centered overseas. 

    In the opinion of Washington as well as Jefferson, “territories shed their colonial status when they became states,” while the Indians would shed that status “when they became ‘civilized’ and incorporated into the Republic.” By ‘civilized’ Washington and the other Founders meant modern with respect to political economy and republican with respect to government. In the meantime, the Indians on their territories were regarded as self-governing protectorates of the United States, entitled to local self-rule but not to an independent foreign policy. From Vattel and from Locke before him they took the doctrine that such treatment was entirely just, given the superior civility, the superior security for natural rights, afforded by regimes that encouraged farming instead of “war and plunder.” As for the political economy of the United States, it needed to acquire and sell western land to repay its war debt. 

    Accordingly, “Washington wanted Indian relations in the United States to demonstrate to the world that his nation was the equal of European nations in humanitarianism and waging civilized war.” His Secretary of War, Henry Knox, concurred, writing that “Indians possess the natural rights of man,” and ought to be treated with “justice and humanity.” What Calloway miscalls “social engineering” was actually regime change. In exchange for such change, which would reduce the amount of land the Indians needed to support themselves, the Indians would avoid further conquests by an increasingly more powerful American regime. This would free more land for purchase by American settlers. 

    The problem was not so much that the Indians resisted regime change but that the settlers wanted all of their lands, even though their national government didn’t want them to have it. They continued to move west, ignoring the strictures of the federal government. “The federal government deplored their actions as contrary to its declared policies but did little to stop them. Even imposing what little control it could on the frontier risked losing westerners’ loyalties and votes.” The settlers held the trump cards: in regime terms, republicanism empowered them against the wealthy speculators and federal officials alike; in ‘state’ terms, federalism made their secessionist threats credible. As Knox wrote to Washington, “The angry passions of the frontier Indians and whites are too easily inflamed by reciprocal injuries, and are too violent to be controlled by the feebler authority of the civil power” in its attempts to enforce treaties. The best Washington could do was to send agents to live among the Indians to give the national government a presence among them. He did this at the request of the Indians, who rightly felt threatened by the ever-encroaching settlers, often backed by the state governments, especially in the South. The regime-change policy, including the agents, was funded by Congress in 1793. “The Indian policy that Washington envisioned and implemented continued with variations for more than one hundred years.” 

    Although the Cherokees and Chickasaws adopted this policy, the Creek and Muskogee nations in the South resisted. Together, they numbered about 15,000-20,000 “ethnically and linguistically diverse people” living in more than fifty towns. A Scottish-Indian named Alexander McGillivray intended to form them into a “unified nation”; had he been successful, they would have ruled “a block of territory as big as a modern state” consisting of northern Florida, western Georgia, northern Alabama, and eastern Mississippi. McGillivray wanted to make a treaty with the United States; Washington, mindful of the Spanish threat and the settler threat, and the threat posed by Georgia land speculators, and knowing as well the weakness of his own government, entered negotiations. The result was the 1790 Treaty of New York, whereby the Creeks accepted the status of a protectorate. In return, the United States guaranteed protection of Indian hunting grounds against settler encroachments and the furnishing of domestic animals and farm implements to the Creeks. The treaty eventually failed, thanks to “preexisting divisions within Creek society, Spanish intrigues, opposition to McGillivray, Georgia’s resent at the imposition of federal authority in its Indian affairs, and dissatisfaction with specific terms of the treaty.” McGillivray soon returned to his alliance with Spain, before his death in 1793. 

    “In the South, Washington tried to curtail the assault on Indian lands and prevent war”; in the Northwest Territory, governed under the Northwest Ordinance of 1787, “he moved quickly to acquire the Indian lands he deemed essential to the nation’s future, a move that virtually guaranteed war.” He continued to offer the Indians the option of treaties or what he called “punitive strokes” to induce them to subordination. “He badly miscalculated.” The Northern Indians wanted no part of a system of private property instead of communally-owned lands, thus rejecting a core principle of the American regime. Regime conflict loomed, with the ever-warlike Iroquois allying in confederation with the Miamis, Shawnees, Kickapoos, Ojibwas, Ottawas, and Potawatomis. Meanwhile, the Mohawks, under their chief Joseph Brant, stood ready to negotiate a compromise. The warrior confederacy defeated American troops in Shawnee country, putting the fragile United States “in a precarious position,” as frontiersmen feared for their lives and began to suspect that “the federal government lacked the resolve to bring order in the West.” Still-hostile Great Britain, fearing for its Canadian colonies, proposed “turning the Northwest Territory into a neutral Indian barrier state.” But Washington wasn’t about to cower out so easily.

    In 1790 he appointed Timothy Pickering to approach the Iroquois, hoping to persuade them to act as intermediaries with the western Indians and to arrange a peace settlement. Washington knew Pickering well, having appointed him adjutant general of the Continental Army in 1777 and having served with him in Philadelphia at the Constitutional Convention. By now, Pickering was a county official in Pennsylvania and a fellow land speculator. He told Washington that “a man must be destitute of humanity, of honesty, or of common sense” if he did not feel compassion for the Indians’ circumstances. He found a tutor in Indian ways in the Seneca chief Sagoyewatha, a.k.a. Red Jacket. Red jacket was unimpressed with the administration’s policy of regime change, saying that “the Great Spirit intended Indians and whites to walk different paths,” with the Indians “follow[ing] our ancient rules.” Pickering persisted in defining the policies dictated by compassion and prudence differently, concurring with Washington’s strategy of regime change. He offered the Six Nations a conference with the president to discuss the introduction of agriculture, spinning and weaving, and literacy to their peoples. With the Indians fresh from victory in their most recent battle with the Americans, the two sides reached an impasse. Subsequent negotiations also failed; in his preparations for war, Washington took care to supplement the militia troops with an augmented complement of professional soldiers. For its part, Congress reorganized the militia and gave them better supplies.

    Meanwhile, Indian factionalism intensified. The Ottawas, Ojibwas and Potawatomis dropped out. And the British, still occupying forts in the West, declined to intervene in any renewed war. Defeated at the Battle of Fallen Timbers, the Indians applied for sanctuary at Fort Miamis, but the Brits denied them entry. “That dispirited the Indians more than the outcome of the battle”; they could recover from one loss, but they knew they needed the modern military force of the British if they were to hold off the Americans, who in their turn took the victory as proof of effectual sovereignty, “the young nation [having] demonstrated the ability to enforce its will by force of arms.” “The federal government and its new army had finally answered westerners’ calls and defeated the Indians”; that army went on to suppress the settlers’ Whiskey Rebellion, too.

    Negotiated by Pickering, the Treaty of Canandaiga solemnized Indian cession of most of Ohio to the United States in return for goods valued at $20,000. “For the Iroquois people it was, and remains, a clear recognition of Haudenosaunee sovereignty and the seminal document in their relationship with the United States.” As usual, it didn’t stop traders and land speculators from operating in Indian country, with backing from powerful New Yorkers. The much more famous—and at the time, controversial—Jay Treaty of 1794 saw the removal of the British forts on the northern frontier, although Jefferson, Madison, and other ‘democratic-republican’ figures disliked provisions allowing the Brits to continue their free trade with the Indians and, more significantly, seemingly to align America with Britain against the Jacobin-republican regime of France. Financially, these treaties made eminent sense: “Between 1790 and 1796 the United States spent $5 million, almost five-sixths of the total federal expenditures for the period, fighting the war against the Northwestern Confederacy.” Now it “could finally generate income from sales of western land to pay down its debt.” With the 1795 Pinckney Treaty with Spain, America’s southern flank was also secured. “Washington had set the nation firmly on the path of westward expansion and laid the foundations of the nation’s empire in Indian country,” although he needed to divest himself of his own western lands to meet his personal debts. 

    Being a contemporary historian, Calloway tends to interpret Washington’s intentions as if the first president were a historicist. “For Washington,” he claims, “civilization has less to do with present conduct and living Christian lives than with future progress—for both Indians and the United States.” This too-Wilsonian Washington thought that “a society based on private property could not accommodate tribal societies based on communal landholding, and Christian or not, Indians could have no place within the United States if they continued to hunt, hold their lands in common, and live separate from American jurisdiction.” This is true as far as it goes, but it overlooks the fact that Washington, along with the rest of the Founders, regarded property as a natural right and that natural rights existed not only to be secured but to be enhanced—as in the phrase, “life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.” So, yes, he wanted to “prepare them to assume their place in the new nation as individuals rather than as members of sovereign tribes,” an assumption that “would also free unused hunting territory to fuel the nation’s growth.” But he understood that as an enhancement of natural human capacities, a moral good inseparable from economic prosperity. And yes again, he may well have concurred with the Scottish Enlightenment thinkers who taught that “human societies developed in stages from hunters to herders to farmers,” but Adam Smith was no historicist, and neither was that uncompromising critic of natural right, David Hume, whom the Founders associated with moral skepticism and Toryism. Nor did Washington and Knox confuse natural right with biological determinism or ‘racism.’ With Locke and many other natural-rights thinkers, Knox held that “the idea that the difference between civilized and savage ways of life was based on different ‘races of men possessing distinct primary qualities’ was fallacious; the differences arose from ‘education and habits.'” In this he, and Washington, followed the argument of that firm natural-rights man Thomas Jefferson in his Notes on the State of Virginia, his refutation of the Comte du Buffon’s Histoire naturelle, an early example of ‘race science,’ a doctrine eventually tied to historicist evolutionism.

    Notoriously, for many subsequent decades Southern slaveholding plantation oligarchs turned to Buffon, not Jefferson, and the Southern Indians followed them in their claims, or at least in the practices supposedly justified by those claims. “By the time Washington died, many Creeks and Cherokees held and regarded African slaves much as their white neighbors did.” A decade or so after Washington’s death, the Creeks then succumbed to the sort of religious fanaticism Locke, Washington, and Jefferson had all worked against, as those who saw the benefits of regime change were overbalanced by what Calloway calls “a movement of spiritual and cultural rejuvenation that ultimately led to civil war within the Creek Nation and war with the United States.” This is a rather sanitized description of the Red Stick War, a campaign inspired by the itinerant Shawnee chief, Tecumseh who, along with his brother, Tenskwatawa ‘the Prophet,’ drew upon the claims of previous Amerindian seers who had claimed that Americans would be destroyed by in a vast apocalypse ordained by the Great Spirit, acting through His peoples. Tecumseh had uncompromisingly opposed the treaties ceding Indian lands in Ohio and Indiana, continued to call for a united Indian nation that would extirpate the Americans once and for all. This false prophecy induced a strong faction of Creeks, called the Red Sticks, to precipitate first a civil war among the Creeks and then a foreign war against the Americans. Leaders of the majority of Creeks, who preferred to adhere to the treaties with the United States, were murdered for their pains, their property seized by the Red Sticks. In the war, concurrent with the Americans’ War of 1812 against Britain, Creek leaders requested assistance from the aged George III, which was more than enough to goad General Andrew Jackson to crush the rebellion and confiscate 23 million acres of Creek land, exercising the same right of conquest that Indians and Europeans alike had recognized for centuries, albeit on different terms. 

    Overall, Calloway excellently conveys the geopolitical complexities Washington and his contemporaries confronted, complexities they met with strategies including federal- and commercial-republican imperialism and regime change. Their policies met with mixed success, although in the longer term and for the most part the American founding succeeded spectacularly, in time serving as a bulwark against the tyrannies of the twentieth century and to this day.

     

     

     

     

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    The Napoleonic Wars Weren’t Over till Charlotte Bronte Said They Were Over

    September 25, 2020 by Will Morrisey

    Charlotte Brontë: Villette. London: The Gresham Publishing Company, n.d.

     

    Clear-sighted, cold-on-the-surface Lucy Snowe, English through-and-through, finds herself in the French-speaking town of Villette, where she has gone to seek gainful employment. There, she fights a civil-social continuation of the Napoleon Wars, nearly four decades after the Battle of Waterloo—themselves a continuation of what one Frenchman in the novel calls “the eternal conflict between France and England.” Villette is located in the country of “Labassecour,” usually understood as a fictionalized stand-in for Belgium, where Brontë herself worked as a teacher for several years in the French quarter of Brussels. In French, “Labassecour” means a poultry-yard, perhaps reflecting the author’s dim view of its inhabitants. More fancifully, to put one’s coeur, one’s heart, à bas means to lower it, to subordinate it, and this Lucy does, with true English self-rule.

    She needs the work. She spent part of her youth at the home of her widowed godmother, “a handsome house in the clean and ancient town of Bretton,” a town possibly named after an ancestor of her godmother’s late husband, a physician whose people evidently came to the British Isles from ‘France,’ specifically Brittainy. As a child, Miss Snowe had visited “about twice a year”; she begins the story she narrates with her last visit, at the age of fourteen. Her godmother’s son, John Graham Bretton, lives there—a “handsome, faithless-looking youth of sixteen,” “spoiled and whimsical”— and they are soon joined by six-year-old Paulina Home, the daughter of a “giddy, careless woman and a “sensitive,” introverted scientist. The mother has died and the father has gone away on a restorative trip. Polly prays for her father with a “monomaniac tendency,” but when it becomes clear that her father’s absence will be extended, she attaches herself to Graham, perhaps a bit to Lucy’s jealous discomfiture. “The league of acquaintanceship thus struck up was not hastily dissolved; on the contrary, it appeared that time and circumstances served rather to cement than loosen it. Ill-assimilated as the two were in age, sex, pursuits, etc. they somehow found a great deal to say to each other”—he, teasing and teaching her, she fussing over him. “With curious readiness did she adapt herself to such themes as interested him. One would have thought the child had no mind or life of her own, but necessarily live, move, and have her being in another; now that her father was taken from her, she nestled in Graham, and seemed to feel by his feeling: to exist in his existence.” Since Graham liked to read, “she proved a ready scholar,” reading Bible stories to him, sympathizing with the people in them, and often turning from them to her favorite topic, Graham. Jacob’s love for his son, Joseph, finds its parallel in her love for him; “if you were to die,” she tells him, “I should refuse to be comforted, and go down into the grave to you mourning,'” as Jacob did to Joseph’s grave. When her father eventually summons her to a new life in France she is heartbroken, “trembling like a leaf when she took leave, but exercising self-command.”

    Lucy leaves, too, a few weeks later, returning home to her family. Eight years later, a series of unspecified “troubles”—they must include the death of her parents—left her with “no possibility of dependence on others: to myself alone could I look”; “self-reliance and exertion were forced upon me by circumstances, as they are upon thousands besides.” With that last phrase, she takes care to bridle pity for herself, either from her reader or in her own soul. The effort will prove characteristic of herself, as it seems to have been for the English in her time, and not only in her time.

    She finds her first employment as the caretaker and companion of an old maid, who still pines over the fiancé who died in a riding accident, thirty years earlier. (On her deathbed she admits, “I still think of Frank more than of God.”) Readers never hear of her again, but her loss foreshadows the theme of lost and unconsummated love that pervades the novel.

    Unemployed again, now aged 23, Lucy determines to try her fortune on the continent, for which she departs without knowing where she will find a job. On the boat to Labassecour she meets a young English lady who is going to school in Villette. Silly and a bit snobbish, Ginevra Fanshawe “tormented me with an unsparing selfishness” and her “entire incapacity to endure” the rolling sea. By contrast, Lucy is the one passenger who can remain on deck throughout the afternoon, upholding England’s honor as a maritime power. But Ginevra does one useful thing, telling her that a Madame Beck, who runs a girls’ school in Villette, is looking for “an English gouvernante.” 

    Modeste Maria Beck turns out to be “a charitable woman” who, Lucy takes care to recall, “did a great deal of good.” However, the turnover among her employees is sobering. It transpires that charitable Mme. Beck rules her establishment by careful surveillance of her staff and students, “glid[ing] ghost-like through the house, watching and spying everywhere, peering through every key-hole, listening behind every door.” “While devoid of sympathy, she had a sufficiency of rational benevolence”; very French, she loved ‘the poor’ as a class, as an abstraction, without loving anyone, rich or poor, as a person. The key to heart wasn’t sympathy but self-interest. She reserves her love for herself and her own, particularly her own children, whom she cares for by meeting their every physical need without wasting an ounce of affection. She surveils them as well. In all, she’s a sort of Comtian without Comte’s theories, combining in her soul the qualifications for “a first minister and a superintendent of police,” combined. “Wise, firm faithless, secret, crafty, passionless; watchful and inscrutable; acute and insensate—withal perfectly decorous,” she quickly sees that Lucy will make a good teacher and wastes no time putting her to that service.

    Gazing at her first class, Lucy “beheld opposite to me a row of eyes and brows that threatened stormy weather” in their own way worse than the English Channel waves—eyes “full of an insolent light, and brows hard and unblushing as marble. The continental ‘female’ is quite a different being to the insular ‘female’ of the same age and class.” Knowing that “madame would at any time throw overboard a professeur or maîtresse who became unpopular with the school” (like many a private-school administrator before and since, Madame knows where her bread is buttered) they expected “an easy victory” over the newcomer. Lucy subordinates the ringleader, “a young baronne” named Mademoiselle de Melcy, by reading her “stupid” composition aloud in front of the class and then tearing it in two. She is still more severe with the one remaining rebel, a girl with “a dark, mutinous, sinister eye,” whom she pushes into a closet and locks the door behind. It transpires that the girl was disliked by the other students, so this display of force enhances rather than diminishes Miss Snowe’s esteem among the students. Mme. Beck, who as a matter of course has been surveilling the classroom all along, pronounces, “C’est bien” when Lucy emerges from the classroom. From then on, her authority is secure; the reasonable but blunt English way of ruling has prevailed over the French revolutionaries, with the approval of the chief surveiller. 

    “Villette is a cosmopolitan city, and in this school were girls of almost every European nation, and likewise of very varied rank in life”—the right place to study comparative politics, one might say.” “Equality is much practiced in Labassecour; though not republican in form, it is nearly so in substance,” as indeed France was in 1853, when Brontë published her book, under Napoleon III.  (A few years later, Tocqueville would publish his book on the French Revolution, maintaining that civil-social equality had prevailed in France since before the French Revolution, thriving under various forms of monarchism and republicanism alike.) “At the desks of Madame Beck’s establishment the young countess and the young bourgeoise sat side by side”; differentiated only by their manners—often “franker and more courteous” among the bourgeoises, with the aristocrats displaying “a delicately balanced combination of insolence and deceit.” As for the citizens of Labassecour, they “had an hypocrisy of their own,” but “of a such coarse order, such as could deceive few.” Among all, when a lie was judged necessary, “they brought it out with a careless ease and breadth altogether untroubled by the rebuke of conscience.”

    As before, Lucy determines as she considers her students, “I must look only to myself” for support in “bring[ing] this stiff-necked tribe under permanent influence.” They “were not to be driven by force” as a general policy. “They were to be humored, borne with very patiently: a courteous though sedate manner impressed them; a very rare flash of raillery did good. Severe or continuous mental application they could not or would not, bear: heavy demand on the memory, the reason, the attention, they rejected point-blank.” English steadfastness was not a resource a teacher could mine in them, but it would serve the teacher very well. “They would riot for three additional lines to a lesson; but I never knew them rebel against a wound given to their self-respect; the little they had of that quality was trained to be crushed, and it rather liked the pressure of a firm heel than otherwise.” Egalitarian, then, but also apt subjects of despotism: Just as Tocqueville would say.

    The reason Ginevra Fanshawe knew about the open position at the school turns out to have been simple: She is a student there. She has two suitors in her thrall, one whom she’s nicknamed “Isidore” (perhaps after the scholarly St. Isidore of Seville) who idealizes her and buys her things, much to her amusement (“he really thinks I am sensible”). But “he is only bourgeois.” “My present business is to enjoy youth and not to think of fettering myself, by promise or vow, to this man or that.” She prefers the attentions of “Le Colonel Alfred de Hamal,” an aristocrat. “À bas les grandes passions et les sévères vertus!” Lucy, then, isn’t the only one who knows how to discipline her passions, to say to them, “À bas,” although Ginevra unfortunately disciplines her virtues as well, all in service of a self-conscious superficiality, a way of life consisting of light pleasures. In her own way, she is an English girl who out-Frenches the French. 

    When one of Mme. Beck’s daughters takes sick, she summons a “Dr. John,” who disappoints Madame by failing to take any interest in her. Initially, Lucy suspects him of carrying on an affair with Rosine Muton, “an unprincipled though pretty little French grisette”—a working-class girl, beneath even Dr. John’s professional but lamentably unaristocratic station in life. Lucy gets caught up in these romantic intrigues, and she soon learns that Mademoiselle Muton is not the object of Dr. John’s affections; Ginevra Fanshaw is, and he is her less-than-respected “Isidore.”

    Before giving an account of this discovery, Lucy remarks on another regime difference between herself and the Labassecourians. They worry about her Protestantism, and she is less than impressed with their Catholicism. “One night a thunder-storm broke; a sort of hurricane shook us in our beds; the Catholics rose in panic and prayed to their saints. As for me, the tempest took hold of me with tyranny: I was roughly roused and obliged to live.” There could hardly be a terser description of the contrast between French and English characters. And beyond this, the school, once a convent, comes with its own “ghost story,” a “vague tale” about a nun of “the drear middle ages” who had been “buried alive, for some sin against her vow.” Lucy considers it all “romantic rubbish,” another instance of Catholic superstition. Catholicism pervades the regime of the school, “a strange, frolicsome, noisy little world,” where “great pains were taken to hide chains with flowers”—exactly the observation Rousseau makes about civil society generally, but which Lucy rather thinks more descriptive of Catholic society especially. “A subtle Romanism pervaded every arrangement: large sensual indulgence (so to speak) was permitted by way of counterpoise to jealous spiritual restrain. Each mind was being reared in slavery; but, to prevent reflection from dwelling on this fact, every pretext for physical recreation was seized and made the most of. There, as elsewhere, the CHURCH strove to bring up her children robust in body, feeble in soul, fat, ruddy, hale, joyous, ignorant, unthinking, unquestioning”—as much as saying, “Look after your bodies; leave your souls to me.” “A bargain in which every true Catholic deems himself a gainer,” Lucy ripostes; “Lucifer just offers the same terms.”

    To confirm the point of this harangue, Lucy offers the spectacle of the annual fête in honor of Mme. Beck, the highlight of which is to be a play directed by M. Paul Emanuel, the “pungent and austere” professor of literature, a man of harsh, “irritable nature.” He lowers himself to beg Lucy for help when one of the girls takes ill a few hours before the play is to go on; “I apply to an Englishwoman to rescue me,” he says through gritted teeth, half to her and half to himself. Playing the role of a foppish man courting a silly flirt in the person of the typecast Miss Fanshawe, she notices that the girl is making eyes at Dr. John, who is in the audience. This goads Lucy to imitate what she sees to be his longing, “rival[ing] and out-rival[ing] him” for attention. “I acted as if wishful and resolute to win and conquer.” Although taking the part “to please another,” she finally “acted to please myself.” Upon reflection, and with a bow to a lesson taught by Jane Austen in Mansfield Park, “I quite disapproved of these amateur performances.” In this instance it revealed “a keen relish for dramatic expression” in her nature, which “would not do for a mere looker-on at life; the strength and longing must be put by; and I put them by, and fastened them in with the lock of a resolution which neither Time nor Temptation has since picked.” À bas….

    At the ball following the play, Ginevra’s flirtations are interrupted by jealous Madame, who, “like a little Bonaparte,” drags Dr. John away from her and to the invited parents. The girl takes out her frustration on Lucy, explaining at some length how much better-born, wealthier, accomplished, prettier, desired, and happier she is, compared to her loveless, unloved teacher. The suggestion that she is vain rolls off, but she does reveal what Lucy wants her to confirm, that Dr. John is the same as ‘Isidore.’ In conversation with the hapless physician, she learns that he imagines her “a simple, innocent, girlish fairy,” indeed a “graceful angel.” She mocks him by praising his rival, Colonel de Hamal (whom she called a monkey to Miss Fanshawe) as a “sweet seraph,” then leaves him to her illusions.

    The school’s next major event is public examination day, two months after the fête. Once again, “the fiery and grasping little man” Paul Emanuel takes charge, and once again needs the Englishwoman to conduct the English exam, the one topic he “could not manage.” She softens his ire when she offers to give no examination on that topic at all. “A constant crusade against the ‘amour-propre’ of every human being, but himself, was the crotchet of this able, but fiery and grasping, little man”; in this, he bears some resemblance to Rousseau. Does he begin to love this English Sophie?

    September vacation arrives, and a nightmare about her dead family, “who had loved me well in life” but now “met me elsewhere, alienated,” galls her “inmost spirit with an unutterable sense of despair about the future”; “quite unendurable was the pitiless and haughty voice in which Death challenged me to engage his unknown terrors,” terrors she has “suffered with a troubled mind” from the time of her youth. Severed from the love of her family members in this life, perhaps frightened that her current life might meet with their disapproval, and therefore rejection, severance from love in the afterlife, and without any known prospects for love in the future (given Graham’s distraction by Ginevra), in desperation she enters a Catholic Church and its confessional. She disrupts the priest’s routine by confessing, “Mon père, je suis Protestante.” He asks her to come not to the church but to his house, tomorrow, a proposal she would have as soon done as to walk “into a Babylonish furnace.” Why? “That priest had arms which could influence me; he was naturally kind with a sentimental French kindness, to whose softness I knew myself not wholly impervious.” Had she acceded to his invitation, “I might just now, instead of writing this heretic narrative, be counting my beads in the cell of a certain Carmelite convent on the Boulevard of Crecy in Villette.” It was enough that the priest “was kind when I needed kindness; he did me good.”

    On the way back to her room she faints. A watchful person, whom she later guesses was the priest, delivers her to Dr. John’s house. She now tells her readers that Dr. John is in fact Graham Bretton, who has followed in his father’s professional footsteps. He still lives with his mother. After more than a week of bed rest she comes down to the sitting room. “How pleasant it was in its air of perfect domestic comfort!” And “to render the picture perfect, tea stood ready on the table—an English tea, whereof the whole shining service glanced at me familiarly,” not only because it is in the English style but because it is the service she remembers from the Bretton’s home in England. One might say that her recovery from an excess of Frenchness requires a dose of Englishness, perhaps a greater contribution to her recovery than Dr. John’s medical care. That night, “When I said my prayers, and when I was undressed and laid down, I felt that I still had friends.” Characteristically, she calls upon “Reason” to moderate her “importunate gratitude” for having recovered them. And she defends her self-rule. “These struggles with the natural character, the strong native bent of the heart, may seem futile and fruitless, but in the end they do good,” making “the general tenor of life… to be better regulated, more equable, quieter on the surface; and it is on the surface only the common gaze will fall. As to what lies below, leave that with God.” A regime like Mme. Beck’s, a regime like that of France, may surveil; show God “the secrets of the spirit He gave” and “ask Him how you are to bear the pains He has appointed,” for “patience in extreme need.” God’s time isn’t human time: “The cycle of one departure and return may clasp unnumbered generations; and departure and return may clasp unnumbered generations; and dust, kindling to brief suffering life, and, through pain, passing back to dust, may meanwhile perish out of memory again, and yet again.” This is indeed a Protestant answer both to ‘Hobbesian’ fear of death and the response to it fashioned in Catholic Church ritual.

    Dr. John persists in his illusions about Miss Fanshawe until he, his mother, and Lucy encounter her at a concert, accompanied by another young lady aristocrat. When Ginevra snubs both the doctor and his mother, he draws the line. “I never saw her ridiculed before.” He confides to Lucy, “As [Ginevra] passed me tonight, triumphant, in beauty, my emotions did her homage; but for one luckless sneer, I should yet be the humblest of her servants”; “she could not in ten years have done what, in a moment, she has done through my mother.” How does my mother seem to you? he asks Lucy. “As she always does—an English, middle-class gentlewoman; well, though gravely dressed, habitually independent of pretense, constitutionally composed and cheerful.” Exactly so, Dr. John agrees: “The merry may laugh with mamma, but the weak only will laugh at her; she shall not be ridiculed with my consent at least, nor without my—my scorn—my antipathy.” And that is that.

    But this doesn’t mean that Dr. John turn his attentions to her. School re-starts; Graham promises to write. But “Reason” forbids her to reveal her feelings for him, to him. “This hag, this Reason, would not let me look up, or smile, or hope: she could not rest unless I were altogether crushed, cowed, broken-in, and broken-down.” For me, Reason “was always as envenomed as a step-mother.” “If I have obeyed her it has been chiefly with the obedience of fear, not of love”; Lucy is no philosopher. “Long ago I should have died of her ill-usage, her stint, her chill, her barren board, her icy bed, her savage, ceaseless blows, but for that Kinder Power who hold my secret and sworn allegiance,” “a spirit softer and better than human Reason.” It is in that kind of love, agapic love, that “divine, compassionate, succourable influence” that she finds solace for the lovelessness she has found in the world. In the event, Dr. John does write, and Lucy discerns that his “blithe genial language” was intended “not merely to content me” but also “to gratify himself.” The fact that he writes her because he wants to gives Lucy a moment that “had no pain, no blot, no want; full, pure, perfect, it deeply blessed me,” and she will forgive him for turning from her once again “for the sake of that one dear remembered good!” 

    While reading the letter, a figure resembling the ghostly nun appears to her. In their next conversation, Dr. John will explain it away as an illusion “resulting from long-continued mental conflict.” When he prescribes happiness as the cure and a “cheerful mind” as the preventive,” Lucy quite rightly rejoins that “happiness is not a potato, to be planted in mold and tilled with manure,” but a blessing. In effect taking that rebuke to heart, at least in part, he invites to his home every week, “to keep away the nun,” as he puts it with his characteristic kind jocularity. “He regarded me scientifically in the light of a patient, and at once exercised his professional skill, and gratified his natural benevolence, by a course of cordial and attentive treatment.” It is a response unlikely to satisfy a woman. He is not unthoughtful. On the contrary, “Dr. John could think, and think well, but he was rather a man of action than of thought; he could feel, and feel vividly in his way, but his heart had no chord for enthusiasm: to bright, soft, sweet influences his eyes and lips gave bright, soft, sweet welcome, beautiful to see as dyes of rose and silver, pearl and purple, imbuing summer clouds.” But as for the other half of Burke’s dichotomy, the sublime as distinguished from the beautiful, “what belonged to storm, what was wild and intense, dangerous, sudden and flaming,” for that “he had no sympathy, and held with it no communion.” This “cool young Briton” looked down on the sublime as “the pale cliffs of his own England” look down on the tides of the Channel. It is Lucy, for all her superficial coldness, who responds to the sublime, to the Biblical more than to the classical. In this she is closer to Dostoevsky than to Jane Austen, despite her Englishness. Unlike Austen or Austen’s heroines, unlike Dr. John, for her Reason is a heavy bridle, a yoke, a burden only assuaged by the divine, agapic love which, regardless of the comfort it offers, issues from the supremely sublime God of the Bible.

    A man of moderation, a ‘classical’ man, Dr. John can act decisively in response to the sublime when it appears, quite literally sudden and flaming. A fire breaks out in the theater: “Reader, I can see him yet, with his look of comely courage and cordial calm” while most of the crowd panicked and began to stampede. He sees one woman “braver than some men”; he helps her guardian rescue her from being trampled by terrified crowd. The girl turns out to be a Miss Bassompierre, formerly known as Paulina Home; her father recently inherited the estate of his late mother, a French aristocrat, along with the aristocratic ‘de’ that comes with the family fortune. Miss Fanshawe is quite beside herself with jealousy, inasmuch as Dr. John and his mother strike up a social connection with father and daughter, in the aftermath of the emergency. As Paulina tells Lucy, the Graham she knew at Bretton was smaller and wasn’t yet shaving, “yet he is Graham, just as I am little Polly, or you are Lucy Snowe.” This sense of the continuity of individual identity over time exactly fits Lucy’s mindset: “I thought the same,” namely, that “the child of seven was in the girl of seventeen,” “but I wondered to find my thoughts hers: there are certain things in which we so rarely met with our double that it seems a miracle when that chance befalls.” Paulina is indeed her double in another sense, as she will soon take the place at Dr. John’s side that Lucy had wished for herself. Lucy watches as their intimacy in conversation grows: “There are certain natures of which the mutual influence is such that the more they say the more they have to say. For these, out of association grows adhesion, and out of adhesion, amalgamation.” There is of course nothing for her to do, and she returns to the school. “Though stoical, I was not quite a stoic; drops streamed fast on my hands, on my desk I wept one sultry shower, heavy and brief. But soon I said to myself, The Hope I am bemoaning suffered and made me suffer much: it did not die till it was full time: following an agony so lingering, death ought to be welcome. Welcome I endeavored to make it. Indeed, long pain had made patience a habit.” She puts Dr. John’s letters away, in a hole in an old pear tree on the school grounds. “I was not only going to hide a treasure” (Mme. Beck has been reading them, and showing them to M. Emanuel); “I meant to bury a grief. If lie be a war, it seemed my destiny to conduct it single-handed.” 

    She continues her friendship with Paulina, who has been pestered by jealous cousin Ginevra, who brags about her admirers and denigrates Dr. John while claiming to have him as her admirer. “She is insolent; and I believe, false,” Paulina tells her. Lucy knows this to be true, but they agree to test his feelings at a dinner party.

    Meanwhile, Ginevra’s falseness stems from her inability to see the difference between nature and convention. “Who are you, Miss Snowe?” she asks, not understanding how a woman who was first hired as a nursery-governess now enjoys the respect of Mme. Beck and the company of the young Countess de Bassompierre. She means “who” in the sense of social status; “her incapacity to conceive how any person not bolstered up by birth or wealth, not supported by some consciousness of name or connection, could maintain an attitude of reasonable integrity.” There is some sense in this, “the world’s wisdom,” as “an accumulation of small defenses” in the form of conventional respectability can serve as a “safeguard from debasement”; human beings are social animals, after all. Ginevra’s error consists in taking this too far, in overlooking the natural character of both the sanguine Dr. John and self-reflective, often melancholy Lucy. The courtship between Dr. John and Paulina proceeds, quite apart from Miss Fanshawe’s verbal sniping when, at the party, he approaches Paulina, not Ginevra. (Ginevra will recover from her disappointment, soon enough; later on, she will elope with Colonel de Hamal, shallow calling to shallow.)

    There is another courtship going on, an unexpected one between Lucy and Paul Emanuel. As both these souls tend toward the sublime, not the beautiful, this one cannot go smoothly: “Never was a better little man, in some points, then M. Paul: never in others, a more waspish little despot,” by turns Corneille and Napoleon. Gradually, even torturously, he gains in her esteem. At a holiday ceremony at the local college she listens as he gives the featured speech. “The collegians he addressed, not as school-boys, but as future citizens and embryo patriots. With all his fire he was severe and sensible: he trampled Utopian theories under his heel; he rejected wild reams with scorn—but, when he looked in the face of tyranny—oh, then there opened a light in his eye worth seeing; and when he spoke of injustice, his voice gave no uncertain sound, but reminded me rather of the band-trumpet, ringing at twilight from the park.” Not all, “but some of the college youth caught fire”—that image of the sublime—as “he eloquently told them what should be their path and endeavor in their country’s and in Europe’s future.” In a later conversation, he tells her he wishes her to be “mon ami.” Here again, the difference between France and England appears. She agrees to call him “my friend,” a word with a less intimate connotation than the French “ami.” He doesn’t know that, and he rewards her with a previously unexampled “smile of pleasure, or content, or kindness.” His “visage changed as from a mask to a face.” Diplomatic relations have been established, indeed a human one. He will continue to call her “une Anglaise terrible,” but in a more playful manner than before. They begin to know and understand one another, although not without what increasingly look like lover’s quarrels. Whereas the courtship of Dr. John and Paulina proceeds beautifully, by proper stages, the sublime courtship of M. Paul and Lucy begins, proceeds, and culminates in storm.

    For example, the time for M. Paul’s annual fête arrives, the counterpart of the one for Mme. Beck. Almost predictably, Monsieur will deliver the keynote address on his own day of honor. From the podium, baits her, and plays to the crowd, with an attack on “les Anglaises”—their “minds, morals, manners, [and] personal appearance,” and more specifically “their tall stature, their long necks, their thin arms, their slovenly dress, their pedantic education, their impious skepticism”—quite the charge, Miss Snowe evidently thinks, coming from a countryman of Voltaire—their “insufferable pride, their pretentious virtue.” “For some time the abuse of England and the English found and left me stolid.” But after fifteen minutes or so “this hissing cockatrice” began to abuse “not only our women, but our greatest names and best men; sullying the shield of Britannia, and dabbling the union-jack in mud.” All to the amusement of the girls, “for it is curious to discover how these clowns of Labassecour secretly hate England.” Out of patience, she matches his French patriotism with her English, in French: “Vive l’Angleterre, l’Histoire et les Héros! À bas la France, la Fiction et les Faquins!” Against French myths and indeed lies, English history; against French scoundrels, English heroes. Having achieved his purpose of drawing her out, he rewards her with a smirk, infuriating her still further. But back in her room, her rage subsided, she “smiled at the whole scene.” Things are getting to the point where she can’t stay angry with him for long. “I was losing the early impulse to recoil from M. Paul,” and as for himself, he later meets her in a manner “both indulgent and good-natured.” True, “he had points of resemblance to Napoleon Bonaparte,” with his “shameless disregard of magnanimity”; “he would have exiled fifty Madame de Staëls, if they had annoyed, offended, outrivaled, or opposed him,” but Lucy has begun to learn how to negotiate the sharp rocks of his shoreline, without quite being able to overcome his imperial libido dominandi. She does not yet clearly see that M. Paul, a master classroom teacher, delights in testing, in this case testing her loyalty to her country. (And not without reason: How much can one trust a person who despises his own country?) She has passed. 

    Lucy is about to discover what drives this odd little man. This becomes possible because she has more the temperament of a research professor than that of a teacher. (As for M. Paul, he “was not a man to write books.”) Alone in the garden of the school, she begins her discoveries with introspection, a quest for self-knowledge few of the other persons she has encountered trouble themselves to undertake. “Courage, Lucy Snowe!” she tells herself. “With self-denial and economy now, and steady exertion by-and-by, an object in life need not fail you.” For now, “labor for independence until you have proved, by winning that prize, your right to look higher.” For now, an émigré among unfriendly foreigners, “is there nothing more for me in life—no true home—nothing to be dearer to me than myself? Nothing, at whose feet I can willingly lay down the whole burden of human egotism, and gloriously take up the nobler charge of laboring and living for others?” Perhaps not: “for you the crescent-phase must suffice,” and so it is with “a huge mass of my fellow creatures in no better circumstances,” and “I find no reason why I should be of the few favored.” Since “this life is not all, neither the beginning nor the end,” I shall continue “to believe while I tremble” and “trust while I weep.” And she concludes with a blessing: “Good-night, Dr. John; you are good, you are beautiful; but you are not mine. Good-night, and God bless you!”

    Enter M. Paul, who interrupts her musings. He explains that, like Mme. Beck, he has been surveilling her, along with everyone else in the school, for months, from his apartment window with the aid of a looking-glass. “My book is this garden; its contents are human nature—female human nature.” He dismisses her objections to his spying as mere Protestantism, remarking that his tutor was a Jesuit, who would make no objection at all to what Lucy calls his “discoveries made by stealth.” He tells her he never once would “trouble my head about my dignity,” being a more modest man that she has supposed. In his observations, he too has seen the apparition of the nun, and together, that night, they see it again.

    Whatever his methods of discovery, his discoveries favor her. A few weeks later, at a school picnic in the country where he leads the group in prayer, he allows that the two of them “worship the same God, in the same spirit, though by different rites.” This is something, not only a gesture of religious toleration but a self-revelation, and Lucy appreciates what he’s revealed. “Most of M. Emanuel’s brother professors were emancipated free-thinkers, infidels, atheists; and many of them men whose lives would not bear scrutiny: he was more like a knight of old, religious in his way, and of spotless fame,” his “vivid passions” and “keen feelings” kept in check, for the most part, by “his pure honor and his artless piety.” They read Corneille together, and he found in it “beauties I never could be brought to perceive”—the beauties of French neo-classicism, of Christianity and Aristotelianism combined. Be that as it may, she begins to perceive the beauties of Corneille in him.

    He continues to test her. If you were my sister, would you “always be content to stay with a brother” such as I? Yes, she answers. But would she would remember him if he voyaged overseas? “Monsieur, how could I live in the interval?” she answers, with a touch of defensive ambiguity, leaving her sincerity open to affirmation or to doubt. “Pourtant j’ai été pour vous bien dur, bien exigeant”—yet I was for you very hard, very demanding. She hides her face behind the volume of noble Corneille, as tears cover her face. She has passed his love-test, and for the rest of the day he treats her with a gentleness that “went somehow to my heart.” Still on guard, she “would rather he had been abrupt, whimsical, and irate as was his wont.” She doesn’t like being vulnerable, a disposition her experiences have engrained in her.

    She does well to be on guard. On an errand into town for Mme. Beck, she begins to see the design behind all the surveillance, the truth of M. Paul. She learns that Mme. Beck and M. Paul both know the priest, Père Silas, the one to whom she had confessed and who had delivered her to Dr. John on the night of her breakdown. She learns from the priest that M. Paul, his former student, had been engaged to a young woman, Justine Marie. The match was opposed by her grandmother “with all the violence of a temper which deformity”—she is a hunchback—made “sometimes demoniac.” Marie broke the engagement, went into a convent, and died there; since then, M. Paul has supported Marie’s widowed mother and the vile grandmother, taking on (in Père Silas’s words) “their insolent pride the revenge of the purest charity.” [1] Indeed, he also keeps his old tutor in the household, as well. “By this arrangement he has rendered it impossible to himself ever to marry”; he can’t afford it. Père Silas is mostly telling her the truth, but the Jesuit is telling her the truth with a plan in mind, she sees: He continues to want to bring her into the Church. As he soon admits, “I envy Heresy her prey.” She will resist the plot, but she now sees that, for all his theatrics, which made M. Paul “seem to me to lack magnanimity in trifles, yet how great he is in great things!” Not only that, the priest confides, given his continued to devotion to the memory of Marie, “the essence of Emanuel’s nature is—constancy.” That is what he was testing in her, whether it was constancy to the teaching vocation, constancy to her country or constancy to him. “He had become my Christian hero, under that character I wanted to view him.”

    But heroes may not be available for marriage. Three questions “were at once the deepest puzzle, the strongest obstruction, and the keenest stimulus, I had ever felt.” Was the ghost of his dead fiancée “an eternal barrier” to marriage, for M. Paul? “And what of the charities which absorbed his worldly goods”—that is, could he support a wife in addition to his fiancée’s remaining family? And “what of his heart, sworn to virginity?” She reduces these three questions to two, presumably the first and the third, since Lucy can and does support herself (although perhaps jealous, disappointed Mme. Beck might have something to say about that). And so she turns the tables and tests him. For starters, exactly where do you live, M. Paul? He admits that his study at the school is his home, and he keeps no servants beyond his own hands. “I pass days laborious and loveless; nights long and lonely; I am ferocious, and bearded, and monkish; and nothing now living in this world loves me, except some old hearts worn like my own, and some few beings, impoverished, suffering poor in purse and in spirit, whom the kingdoms of this world own not, but to whom an dwell and testament, not to be disputed, has bequeathed the kingdom of heaven.” At this, she tells him the results of her own research, based partly on her own surveillance but mostly on the testimony of the priest. After overcoming his surprise, he wants to know, given this knowledge, can you be my ami, or in English “a close friend,” “intimate and real,” “a sister”? She hesitates, and so he invites her to continue her research, to test him further. Meanwhile, he has another test question for her. Recalling the figure of the nun they saw in the school garden, he asks, “You did not, nor will you fancy, that a saint in Heaven perturbs herself with rivalries of earth? Protestants are rarely superstitious; these morbid fancies will not beset you?” On the contrary, she answers: “I know not what to think of this matter; but I believe a perfectly natural solution of this seeming mystery will one day be arrived at.” He has answered the first question, along with the second. And her expectation will be confirmed a short time later, when she learns from a letter from Ginevra that the nun apparition was none other than Colonel de Hamal in disguise, on one of many visits to his lover at the school.

    Then there is one last religious test. He leaves a religious tract in her desk at school, written by Père Silas. “He that had written it was no bad man, and while perpetually betraying the trained cunning—the cloven hoof of his [Jesuit] system—I should pause before accusing himself of sincerity.” She surmises that M. Paul placed the tract with her in order to satisfy the importunities of his friends, worried over his “fraternal communion with a heretic.” When he asks her about it, she ventures, “I thought it made me a little sleepy.” After he leaves, she overhears him praying to the Virgin Mary for her salvation in the Church. “Strange! I had no such feverish wish to turn him from the faith of his fathers. I thought Romanism wrong, a great mixed image of gold and clay; but it seemed to me that this Romanist held the purer elements of his creed with an innocency of heart which God must love.” She considers Romanism defective because its priests are “mitered aspirants for this world’s kingdoms,” without sufficient longing for the kingdom of the next world. “There is a Mercy beyond human compassions, a Love stronger than this strong death which even you [priests] must face, and before it, fall: a charity more potent than any sin, even yours; a Pity which redeems world’s—nay, absolves Priests.” As she tells M. Paul, “the more I saw of Popery the closer I clung to Protestantism”; Protestants keep “fewer forms between us and God; retaining, indeed, no more than, perhaps, the nature of mankind in the mass rendered necessary for due observance.” Given that nature, Protestants eschew confession to priests and go directly to God, praying the Sinner’s Prayer, “God be merciful to me, a sinner.” With this, she has met his final test of constancy, her constancy to Protestantism. “‘Whatever say priest or controversialists,’ murmured M. Emanuel, ‘God is good, and loves all the sincere”; as a Catholic, he too prays the Sinner’s Prayer. “It may be that the constancy of one heart, the truth and faith of one mind according to the light He has appointed, import as much to Him as the just motion of satellites around their planets, of planets about their suns, of suns around that mighty unseen center, incomprehensible, irrealizable, with strange mental effort only divined.” And so “God guide us all! God bless you, Lucy!” It is a blessing parallel to the one Lucy whispered to her mental image of Dr. John, just before M. Paul’s crucial intervention. Whether he knows it or not, M. Paul has enunciated the terms of the English religious settlement, the Anglican Church establishment of course abstracted. France and England have reached an Entente Cordiale. Later on, Lucy will reflect, “All Rome could not put into him bigotry, nor the Propaganda itself make him a real Jesuit. He was born honest, and not false—artless, and not cunning—a freeman, and not a slave.” A real French republican who remains faithful to French Catholicism in a spirit of true catholicity can treat with an equally free, unslavish English Protestant.

    For Lucy, however, there will be no entente with life in this world. She has a presentiment of that as she watches the happy continuation of Dr. John’s courtship of Paulina. They are among “Nature’s elect,” as distinguished from God’s; “often, these are not pampered, selfish beings” but “harmonious and benign” souls, “men and women with charity, kind agents of God’s kind attributes. Dr. John “was born victor, as some are born vanquished”—including Lucy Snowe. She confirms this, once again, as M. Paul undertakes to do what he had hinted at doing—proceed to leave Europe and take care of an estate at Basseterre (literally, ‘low earth’), Guadeloupe, owned by the old grandmother and in need of looking-after “by a competent agent of integrity” so that it may produce a decent stream of income. M. Paul is such an agent, and the woman has offered him a deal: Do this for two or three and “after that, he should live for himself,” since she and her daughter, a reliable income assured, then will no longer need his financial assistance. Père Silas is happy, as his former student now “runs risk of apostacy” with his Protestant ami; Mme. Beck is happy to destroy (as she hopes) that friendship, even if she no longer can hope to make M. Paul her own. The self-interest of each of M. Paul’s associates will be satisfied.

    She must endure one more test, this unintended. M. Paul delays his departure for a few days, and Lucy happens upon him, along with those he supports. One of these is an attractive young woman, his ward. Their obvious affection for one another alarms her; unseen by his party, she retreats to her room in despair. Fortunately visits her at the school, just before departing. Having been surrounded by women rivals more physically attractive than herself—Ginevra, Paulina, even (as she has mistakenly supposed) his ward—she needs one last, crucial, reassurance: “Do I displease your eyes much?” His “short, strong answer” gave her to know “what I was for him,” and “what I might be for the rest of the world, I ceased painfully to care.” More, and unexpectedly, he has provided for her in his absence, setting her up with a school-room attached to an apartment, so that she can have her own students and get away from the surveilling and by unbenignant eye of Mme. Beck. Do the others know this? she asks. “‘Mon ami,’ said he, ‘none knows what I have done save you and myself: the pleasure is consecrated to us two, unshared and unprofaned.'” When she confesses her doubts of him, respecting his intentions toward his young ward, “he gathered me near his heart. I was full of faults; he took them and me all home.” Any Christian will recognize in this an imitatio Christi. But this savior is wholly a man, one who now proposes marriage.

    The three years ensuing “were the happiest of my life.” This implies that there will be no happy marriage, and there is none. A seven-day but destructive, anti-creative Atlantic storm takes his boat down on the return voyage. “Here pause,” Lucy tells herself. “There is enough said.” She will not share this last agony with her readers. M. Paul’s work for the others completed, “Madame Beck prospered all the days of her life; so did Père Silas.” The grandmother lived to be ninety. All profited from his stewardship of the estate. Lucy’s legacy is the story itself, her Christian testimony. 

    That testimony is the core of Charlotte Brontë’s novel. Dr. John and Paulina are beautiful, blessed by nature and by nature’s God for lives lived harmoniously, pictures of the classical virtues. Lucy and M. Paul are sublime, persons who will never ‘fit in’ with nature, with ‘this world.’ God harrows them for the next world, for His world, providentially. Human beings imitate divine providence by exercising surveillance. Unlike God, they cannot see all; unlike God, they cannot understand all they see; unlike God, they lack the power to do everything they want, and they lack the perfect justice to want everything they should. True, some are better than others. The innocent and justifiable inquiries of Lucy, and even the secretive surveillance of M. Paul, serve just and even loving purposes. The surveillance of Mme. Beck and of the French Catholic Church in the person of Père Silas, not so much. M. Paul is an apparent Bonaparte; Mme. Beck is a real one, if on a decidedly smaller scale. Lucy fights a war of Napoleonic proportions in her soul, and her victory consists partly of the rule of natural reason over her heart but most essentially of the attunement of her heart to the love of God.

    Surveillance aims at ruling; it is a technique of ruling. In the civil-social regime of the French, “sensual indulgence” is allowed, so long as it remains subordinate to the Catholic Church and (often) a monarchic regime. The French may care for their own bodies so long as they leave their souls to their rulers, who rule their souls as much as human beings can do, by keeping a close watch on actions. The French are equal, under monarchy both religious and civil. English civil society is aristocratic—foolishly so, when embodied by a Ginevra Fanshawe, more seriously when embodied by a John Graham Bretton, a bourgeois professional man who marries into a newly-aristocratic family. The virtues of the current and future rulers of England will be found in such as he, and his bride. In Lucy, the English regime shows a soul that will never enter the ruling class but will form its civil-social foundation. Lucy sternly imposes reason on her conduct. This leaves her soul, the part of her no human can directly see, to God’s love, not to the human-all-too-human rule of the Church. An onlooker in life, a ‘loser’ not a ruler, disciplined by reason but rewarded by agapic love, Lucy is providentially directed to pin her hopes on the next life, the Kingdom of God. This is indispensable to the welfare of the English regime and the people its ruling class rules. The majority of people in any regime will not live humanly fulfilled lives. Their charity, their kindness, their ‘other-worldliness’ gives them, and their country, a way of life worth defending. Vive l’Angleterre, l’Histoire et les Héroes, indeed, Charlotte Brontë gives her heroine to say, on the way to this final settlement of the Napoleonic Wars. 

     

    Note

    1. As M. Paul’s apostolic namesake puts it in Romans 12:20, “If thine enemy hunger, feed him; if he thirsts, give him drink: for in so doing thou shalt heap coals of fire on his head.” The Apostle Paul is quoting Proverbs 25: 21-23.

     

     

     

     

     

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    How to Read Tocqueville’s “The Old Regime and the Revolution”

    September 18, 2020 by Will Morrisey

    Alexis de Tocqueville: L’Ancien Régime et la Révolution. Paris: Éditions AOJB, n.d.

    Alexis de Tocqueville: The Old Regime and the French Revolution. Arthur Goldhammer translation. New York: Cambridge University Press, 2011.

     

     

    In each of his major books, Tocqueville presents his reader with a mass of carefully observed detail and carefully researched information. One might easily be overwhelmed, lost in these forests of fact-trees. Complicating matters further, Tocqueville’s literary style conveys nuance of judgment, subtlety, even a certain reserve. Like his admired Montesquieu, he wants not only to make you read; he wants to make you think. Tocqueville understands the risks to which he exposes his reader, and always works to minimize them when he introduces his book to him. And so, at the beginning of Democracy in America, he carefully points out that the title is exact; this is a book about democracy, not about America. He takes America as the “sample democracy,” the best example of a civil society no longer ruled by persons who claim to be ‘born to rule’ the mass of men who lack such title. Democracy means civil-social equality; the regime that rules such a society may be republican, as in America, or despotic, as in France under Napoleon. But in either case the society is egalitarian, and America exemplifies democracy, in that sense of the term. Those who ignore Tocqueville’s guidance characteristically complain that there’s not enough in the Democracy about natural rights, that he never mentions the Declaration of Independence, and so on. But he isn’t writing about America, fundamentally, at all. As he tells you, if you read his introduction.

    For the same reason, the Foreword to The Old Regime and the Revolution offers indispensable guidance to understanding a shorter but in some respects more complex book, a book written by a Frenchman about France, primarily if far from exclusively for the French. For such a task, discretion is de rigeur. Tocqueville must provide his fellow-citizens with exactly the right point of entry.

    He tells them what his book is, in three ways. He identifies its genre; he states its purpose; and he formulates its problématique—both the problem it addresses and the solution it offers. An important part of the solution is to bring the reader to understand that there is no permanent solution to the problem of politics, and why that is a good thing. 

    What his book is, I. Respecting the genre of his book, Tocqueville says it isn’t a history of the French Revolution but a “study” of it. This recalls his call in the Democracy for “a new political science for a world altogether new,” a civil-socially democratized world. “Democracy” or civil-social equality causes things to happen, and is itself a cause; a study in political science begins with a search for the causes of political things.

    The causes of the French Revolution are difficult to find. In 1789, he recalls, the French attempted to sever their past from their future. “Unbeknownst to themselves,” they failed, but they did succeed in obscuring the causes of the revolution by that attempted severance. As a “study” of the revolution, his book aims at removing this ignorance and replacing it with knowledge—a more sober ‘enlightenment,’ as it were, than the original one, which contributed so much to the ill-judged ambition of historical severance, in the effort to sweep away all that was old in the old regime and to make the world anew. The most radical of the revolutionaries eventually produced a new regime and a new civil Society. However, the sentiments, habits, and ides that constituted this new civil society were materials gleaned, unintentionally, from the debris of the old civil society of the old regime. In considering the laws, the customs, and the spirit “of the government and the nation” under the old regime, Tocqueville will show how its institutions actually worked, how the social classes related to one another, the conditions and feelings of “unseen” elements of the population, and the true basis of French opinions and customs. The primary sources for his inquiry are the cahiers de doléances, the ‘grievance books’ wherein the complaints of the French people were collected by government officials of the old regime. In undertaking this study, “Everywhere I found the roots of today’s society firmly implanted in this old soil.”

    What his book is, II. The purpose of the book is to show why this “great Revolution” erupted in France, not elsewhere in Europe, where it was also “in gestation.” Further, why did the revolution “emerg[e] fully formed from the society that it was to destroy”? And how could the old monarchy have fallen so suddenly and completely? 

    What his book is, III. Tocqueville does not intend his study to be merely descriptive. The revolution had causes, including its purposes, but so does his book. He intends to identify a problem and to solve it. The book’s  ‘problématique‘ consists of the contradiction between the revolutionaries’ original intent—to destroy privileges but also to “recognize and consecrate rights,” an intent animated both “the love of equality and that of liberty”—and its result—a nation whose “single wish” was “to become equal servants of the master of the world,” Napoleon, who offered them equality without liberty. That is, the French went from monarchy to republicanism back to monarchy, now a monarchy tricked out with false popular sovereignty expressed by fraudulent votes. The goal of Tocqueville’s consideration of this problem is “a portrait that would be not only strictly accurate but also perhaps educational”—indeed, civic-educational. He will call attention to the “manly virtue” seen in the republicans who revolutionized the old regime, “a true spirit of independence, a yearning for greatness” animated by French faith in themselves. A serious consequence of the revolution, however, was to weaken that spirit and that yearning. Under Napoleon, France became bigger, temporarily, but the French became smaller, and have stayed that way. Can the French make France great, again? Tocqueville would inspire them to try, even as Charles de Gaulle would do, a century later. 

    The principal impediment to the restoration of French greatness is “narrow individualism,” that tool of despotism which inclines men to stop being citizens, to devote themselves exclusively to enriching themselves and so to “divert attention from public affairs.” However unjust, the castes, the classes, the guilds, and the families of the old regime taught civic virtue by placing every French man and woman within civic associations that required them to think beyond themselves. Tocqueville does not imagine that the French of the old regime, of any regime anywhere, will not feel all the passions connected with self-interest. But only despotism “furnishes the secrecy and the shadow which allow cupidity to thrive and permits one to amass dishonest profit in defiance of dishonor.” “Without despotism these [debilitating passions] would be strong; with it they rule.” 

    The civic education Tocqueville offers his readers teaches that only political liberty can counteract narrow individualism, by what he calls in the Democracy the art of association, and also by a sense of, and pride in, the nation, patriotism. Political liberty educates and elevates what Plato’s Socrates identifies as the three parts of the human soul. Political liberty brings citizens to substitute higher passions for the love of material comfort; it thereby moderates the bodily desires. Political liberty supplies ambition with higher goals than those of mere ‘captains of industry’; it thereby directs thumos, the spirited part of the soul, toward the common good. And only political liberty “can create the light by which it is possible to see and judge the vices and virtues of mankind.” By this he means that you can see people clearly, see them for what they are, only if they are free to speak and to act in public hearing and in public view. Political liberty benefits logos, the reasoning part of the soul, allowing it to take its bearings in its inquiries into human nature and sharpening its dialectical powers in public debate.

    By strengthening all three parts of the human soul, political liberty alone can form the great citizens who comprise a great people. Despotism can have good private citizens and even good Christians, inasmuch as Christians amass their treasure not in this world but in heaven. But “the common level” of minds and hearts will steadily diminish so long as civil-social equality and a regime of despotism remain conjoined. “I thought and said as much twenty years ago,” when he wrote Democracy in America.

    Proponents of despotism, Bonapartists then and now, share one thing with himself, Tocqueville astringently suggests. “What man is there, by nature, with soul so base as to prefer depending on the caprices of another man, the same as himself, instead of obeying laws which he himself contributed to establishing, if his nation seems to have the virtues necessary for making good use of liberty?” And indeed even “the despots themselves do not deny that liberty is excellent; only they want it solely for themselves, insisting that all the other are unworthy of it.” The difference lies not “in the opinion one ought to have of liberty,” but “in the greater or lesser estimation one makes of men.” Thus “it is rigorously accurate to say that the taste one shows for absolute government is in exact proportion to the contempt one professes for his country.” Tocqueville asks for more time before “converting myself to this sentiment” about France.

    The second and third sections of the study, Books II and III, address the purpose of the book as stated in the foreword: why the revolution occurred in France, not elsewhere (beginning in II.i, continued throughout); why it emerged fully formed from the old civil society (beginning in II.ii, also continued throughout; and why the monarchy collapsed so rapidly and completely (beginning in III.4, continuing to the end of the study). Linking the Foreword to those longer, main sections, Book I consists of five chapters which describe the key elements of the revolution, the causes of which he will identify and analyze in Books II and III.

    Book I’s first chapter shows why a genre other than a history, why a study founded on the new political science, is necessary. He describes the contradictory judgments of the revolution observers ventured at its inception; even in their confusion, all agreed that it was “extraordinary.” But a topical approach, an attempt to gather facts and even judge a complex course of events during or immediately after it takes place, will not only miss important facts unavailable to contemporary observers, it will usually lack an adequate analytical framework for understanding the facts, even when a larger collection of them has been assembled by the researcher. More, without such an analytical framework, the distinguishing feature of a “study” not a history, the task of selecting the relevant facts will be fatally handicapped. Even a man of Edmund Burke’s genius, Tocqueville will argue, didn’t quite ‘get it right,’ because he could not.

    In the second chapter Tocqueville links the genre of his book—a “study” aiming at determining the causes of the revolution—to the purposes of the revolution itself, the ends the revolutionaries pursued. Eliminated one of the causes of confusion about the revolution he had alluded to in the previous chapter, he denies that the fundamental purpose of the revolution was either to destroy religious authority or to weaken political authority. Although the revolutionaries were indeed in the grips of “irreligious passion,” this was “incidental.” The Enlightenment philosophes who gave the revolutionaries their ideas propounded “the natural equality of human beings”; this was the “substance” of the revolution. Its anti-religious passion therefore aimed at the inegalitarian institutions of the Church, its hierarchy, not at Christianity itself. Since then, Christianity has revived, precisely because democracy comports with it. As readers of the Democracy know, Tocqueville identifies Christianity as the first way in which the idea of human equality penetrated the opinions of the generality of men, beyond the coteries of philosophers. As for political authority, in the end the revolution didn’t issue in anarchy. On the contrary, it enhanced governmental centralization, “replac[ing] the aristocrats with functionaries,” with administrators drawn from the bourgeoisie.

    In the third, central chapter of Book I, Tocqueville shows how this religiosity and this statism combined. That is, having established that the revolution was not irreligious but religious in its own way, and having remarked its statist character, he shows how the revolutionaries combined these two features into the new French civil society and regime. The French revolution was a political revolution that proceeded in the manner of a religious revolution. Like the newer, universalist religions—Christianity and Islam—although the revolution began in France it finally had “no territory of its own”; it provided men with “a common intellectual fatherland.” He compares it to the Protestant Reformation, which also proceeded by preaching and propaganda. Unlike the ancient religions, described a few decades earlier by Numa Denis Fustel de Coulanges, universalist religions “are rooted in human nature”—in man as such. Indeed, there had been “no great religious revolution before Christianity” because all religions were local, tied to places, lands and temples held sacred by their adherents. The French Revolution did in this world what Christianity did for ‘the other world’ or ‘the next world,’ making it a place every soul yearned to be, a place for “the regeneration of the human race.” The “new kind of religion” proposed by the revolutionaries demanded the worldly equivalents of heavenly bliss and the terrors of hellfire. It is in view of the universalist ambition of this creed that Tocqueville titles his book L’Ancien Régime et la Révolution, not L’Ancien Régime et la Revolution Française.

    The book’s purpose, as stated in the Foreword, is to explain why the Revolution occurred in France, not elsewhere.  Before the revolution, Tocqueville observes in I.iv., Europeans had the same ruling institutions, the institutions of feudalism, and they were now weak and listless, lacking vitality or spirit. Aristocracy suffered from “senile dementia”; political liberty had become “sterile.” A new “spirit of the times” prevailed, as feudalism lost its “grip on the hearts of the people.” Civil society remained vital, but not feudal institutions and laws. The modern state had drained these of their life, increasingly placing all its subjects into a condition not of feudal hierarchy but of equality before the law. The monarchic regime drew the aristocrats off the land and into Paris, the capital of the ever-centralizing French state, distracting them with frivolities while forging the administrative ligatures designed to rule the land and the people on it from that capital.

    The fifth and final chapter of Book I describes the “essential achievement” of the revolution. Here, Tocqueville points to the problématique, especially the solution the revolution proffered to France, Europe, indeed the world. As both “a social and political revolution,” its initial anarchy masked increased state power, a continuation of the Old Regime’s statist centralism not a rupture with it. The revolution did entail changes in “ideas, sentiments, habits, and mores,” turning them even further against from aristocratic civil society and feudal political institutions. Democracy in France revealed itself suddenly and dramatically, not piece-by-piece, as in England. In explaining why this was so, Tocqueville turns to the substantive, analytical portions of his study, beginning in Book II. 

    This leaves his reader with the task of working through his analysis of the causes of the revolution that began in France. In a letter to his friend M. de Corcelle, Tocqueville wrote, “I think that the books which have most roused men to reflection and have had the most influence upon their opinions and their actions, are those in which the author does not tell them dogmatically what they are to think, but puts them into the way of finding the truth for themselves.” This is as true for citizens as it is for philosophers. “I am convinced that the excellence of political societies does not depend upon their laws, but upon what they are prepared to become by the sentiments, principles, and opinions, the moral and intellectual qualities given by nature and education.” Tocqueville cannot change the nature of the French, the nature of human beings, or the nature of the modern man, the democrat, the man who began to take shape with the advent of Christianity. But he can contribute to the civil education of the French citizen and the modern democrat. “Without pretending to teach” in the sense of dogmatic instruction, Tocqueville would “show to him in every page what are the sentiments, opinions, and morals which lead to prosperity and freedom, and what are the vices and errors infallibly opposed to those blessings.” This is indeed “the chief, and I may say the only, object I have in view.” [1] Throughout, it is indispensable for Tocqueville’s reader to keep in mind the guidance Tocqueville provides, at the outset.

     

    Note

    1. Letter to M. de Corcelle, September 17, 1853, in Memoirs, Letters, and Remains of Alexis de Tocqueville. Two volumes. London: Macmillan and Company, 1861. Volume II, pp. 235-39. I am indebted to Robert Eden for drawing my attention to this letter.

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