Rich People's Leftism vs. Poor People's Leftism

For too long, wealthy people have been in charge of leftism. Two hundred years ago when industrial workers had no education to speak of and were being heavily exploited, it made sense for the wealthy to dominate leftism because the workers had neither the time nor the learning to analyze their situation. Wealthy leftists did have the time and learning, and they decided that capitalism was the problem. Now I’ve already argued against this (here, here, and here), since the alleged evils of capitalism will arise even in the absence of capitalism. But there are other problems. For example, industrial workers were by no means the only poor people. There were also servants (especially scullery maids), peasants, and the unemployed. Exactly how any of these people were going to be helped by attacking capitalism and allowing the workers to “own the means of production” isn’t at all clear, since at least some of these people weren’t really under the control of capitalists. Finally, there were big problems with the solutions leftists provided: socialism or communism.

I want to start afresh by looking at this problem from the eyes of the poor, and I want to start by asking, What is it that poor people want? That is quite simple: They want to be rich. Since this often isn’t possible, poor people settle for something less: They want to get out of poverty. Now when we look at what actual poor people do, we see that poor people are willing to relocate in order to escape poverty, but they almost never go to the countries that are dominated by the systems espoused by rich people's leftism (RPL). They almost never go to communist countries or even socialist countries. Instead, they have gone to rich countries that seemed to have opportunities for them to get money. In the nineteenth century, my ancestors, who (as far as I can tell) were all poor, came to America in order to escape poverty, and all of them had the satisfaction of escaping poverty themselves or seeing their children do it. Today, we see many people from Latin America come to America in order to escape poverty. They could go to countries like Cuba, Venezuela, or Bolivia where Spanish is spoken, where the culture is similar to the culture of their own countries, and where the economic systems are set up to help the poor according to the ideas of RPL, but they prefer to come to America, where the main language is English, where the culture is very different from what they are used to, and where the economic system is capitalistic.

Elsewhere, poor Indians migrate to Saudi Arabia and other countries of the Persian Gulf, poor Filipinos go to Taiwan, and many poor Africans go to Europe. Only the last of these cases supports RPL, for the countries of Europe are more socialized than the other destinations of the poor, but this is the exception that proves the rule, since in this case what attracts poor Africans isn’t Europe’s socialism but its wealth. Let Europe suffer a severe economic depression, and most would-be immigrants from Africa would stay home or look elsewhere.

So, the basic goal of the poor is to escape poverty, and they are indifferent as to whether the system in which they achieve this is capitalistic, socialistic, or communistic. They simply want money, and it is much more likely that a capitalist economy will have that in abundance than that other systems will.

It also helps when the poor have a good education that expands their opportunities, as well as political powers (in the form of voting) that gives them a voice. Here in the United States, we long ago gave workers political power in the form of voting and an education that allows them to rise. Both of these have made the United States a more worker-friendly country than was the case anywhere two hundred years ago. The conclusion, then, is that America is far better for the poor than its critics make it out to be.

What, then, is the best way to help the poor? It’s to ensure that it’s fairly easy to get out of poverty. Generally, this means that there should be plenty of jobs available for poor people. Ideally, there would also be low-interest loans for any poor person who has a good idea for starting a business, and there would be some sort of help when setbacks occur, as they often do. However, none of this need be done through the government, or if it is, it would be done by local government rather than the federal government.

With this new approach in mind, let me contrast Rich People’s Leftism (RPL) with Poor People’s Leftism (PPL).

RPL thinks that its goal is to help poor people, while PPL thinks that RPL’s primary goal is to ensure that wealthy leftists dominate and get great jobs.

RPL favors equality and so rejects upward mobility. PPL favors upward mobility via capitalism, since it sees that “egalitarian” schemes never work and are really disguised hierarchies with wealthy leftists at the top.

RPL respects wealthy liberals for wanting to help the poor. PPL observes that these wealthy liberals ensure that they are well paid for what they do and prefers to support wealthy conservatives, who at least are honest about where they are coming from.

RPL thinks capitalism is horrible, while socialism or even communism is best. PPL thinks that capitalism is fine or at worst a necessary evil, while socialism and communism, since the best jobs in such systems usually go to the wealthy, are nothing but systems that allow wealthy leftists to assuage their feelings of guilt about being wealthy while not actually doing anything for the poor.

RPL thinks it’s a bad thing that America has never had a viable socialist party. PPL thinks it’s a good thing, since socialism does little to help the poor.

RPL likes the idea of a revolution that would throw out the wealthy capitalists. PPL doesn’t like the idea of such a revolution because it would mean that (1) a lot of people would be murdered, and (2) wealthy conservatives at the top would be replaced by wealthy leftists, while the poor would remain poor.

RPL thinks that huge inequalities in income and wealth are bad, while PPL thinks that a lack of job opportunities that allow the poor to escape from poverty is bad.

RPL thinks that poor people can be afflicted with false consciousness when they fail to see that RPL is the answer to their problems. PPL thinks that the concept of false consciousness applies when poor people accept RPL instead of PPL.

RPL thinks a redistribution of wealth is wonderful, while PPL thinks that the reason that RPL thinks it is wonderful is because a lot of that money gets diverted towards rich leftists.

RPL likes high taxes so that the government can form a lot of agencies to help the poor. PPL thinks that all those agencies will be staffed by wealthy liberals, and it is tired of paying taxes so that wealthy liberals can get great jobs.

RPL sees government as the solution, while PPL sees government as sometimes helpful, sometimes hurtful.

RPL claims to be against private property, while PPL thinks that this is hypocrisy since in any “egalitarian” scheme, those at the top will get to enjoy private property while those lower down will not.

RPL thinks that “profit” is a bad word, while PPL thinks it’s a good word.

RPL thinks nationalizing an industry is a great move to help the workers. PPL thinks it’s a bad move because it does nothing to help the workers and merely replaces one set of bosses with another.

RPL thinks that socialism is the world’s future and that capitalism is doomed to die. PPL thinks that, as Margaret Thatcher has observed, socialism will sooner or later run out of someone else’s money, while capitalism will continue to thrive, as is shown by the fact that it allows for a constant influx of poor immigrants who can be integrated into the system.

RPL thinks that regulation of the financial industry is good because it helps the little people. PPL thinks that regulation does nothing since new tricks can be thought up all the time and that the better solution is to educate people about finance.

RPL is soft on crime, since it represents an attack on an immoral system, while PPL is hard on crime, since it generally just hurts the poor more than it hurts the system.

RPL thinks that “rebelling against the system” is wonderful. PPL thinks that this is a wonderful game for rich kids, but that it can severely hurt poor kids, making them unemployable and otherwise screwing up their lives.

RPL likes trial lawyers, because they go after corporations, and hates McDonalds and WalMart, because they exploit their workers. PPL likes McDonalds and WalMart, because they offer low prices which help most of the poor, and hates trial lawyers, since the increase in prices they cause hurts most of the poor.

RPL thinks that voting Republican is going over to the dark side. PPL thinks that voting Republican is a useful way to keep the people who favor RPL in line.

RPL thinks foreign aid to poor countries is good. PPL thinks that foreign aid is bad because it takes money from poor people in the First World and gives it to rich people in the Third World.

RPL complains about privileged white males, but PPL complains that the phrase “privileged white males” ignores important class differences among white males.

RPL hates the military, while PPL likes it, since it represents an opportunity for poor people.

RPL hates guns, while PPL respects them.

RPL is enraged at Sarah Palin, while PPL likes her because she seems to favor PPL over RPL.

RPL thinks it’s terrible that so many black men are in prison today. PPL blames the whole situation on mistakes from the Sixties, which RPL is reluctant to acknowledge.

RPL thinks that the changes that have been made in the schools since the Sixties are wonderful. PPL thinks that these changes are awful and have made it harder for poor people to get out of poverty.

RPL blames the high cost of college on the right, while PPL blames it on RPL because the inevitable increase in bureaucracy that is needed to implement their vision adds to the costs of college.

RPL wants affirmative action for race and gender, but not class background. PPL thinks that if there should be affirmative action at all, then it should include class background as well as race and gender.

RPL loves newspapers like the New York Times, while PPL thinks they cater too much to wealthy leftists (and what they think about the poor) and not enough to the actual poor.

RPL loves the idea of tenure in academia, while PPL thinks it’s just another way that RPL guarantees that wealthy liberals will get great jobs.

RPL thinks being green is important and good, while PPL thinks that being green often means small or no sacrifices for rich people but big sacrifices for poor people.

RPL likes mass transit, because it’s better for the environment. PPL is lukewarm about mass transit and wants to help poor people escape it and get cars.

RPL hates offshore drilling because of the potential environmental problems. PPL likes offshore drilling because it helps the poor by keeping the price of gas low while at the same time providing jobs for poor people.

When RPL sees an environmental problem, its first instinct is to restrict people’s freedom. When PPL sees an environmental problem, its first instinct is to look for a technological solution.

PPL is like the main character in the movie Bedazzled (the 1967 version). After selling his soul to the devil and getting a bunch of wishes which don’t turn out well, he manages to escape from the devil’s clutches, and when the devil comes calling again, he says basically, "Thanks, but no thanks." PPL says to RPL, “Thanks, but no thanks. We’ll do things our own way.”

Comments

[Jim S.]

Hmmm. It seems to me that a lot of poor leftists are more in favor of RPL than PPL. Plenty of them don't want employment opportunities as such, they want the financial discrepancies in society to be fixed by the government. How do you explain the poor people who are in favor of a more socialized government? (That's not a challenge, I'm sincerely asking.)

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Where are the calls from the rabbid dog left for withdrawal? Where are their calls for am exit strategy? Where are their calls for a timeline?

[mtraven]

PPL sounds remarkably like -- no, exactly like -- boilerplate right-wing talking points. And I notice that all of the blogs you in your blogroll are right-wing cranks. So what, pray tell, makes you a leftist of any stripe? You sound like just another wingnut to me, albeit one with a strange obsession about soccer.

[John Pepple]

mtraven: That's a fair question. Here goes:

1. My basic orientation is egalitarian, which puts me on the left.

2. However, this blog is about being a leftist in a self-critical way. When I switched from ordinary leftism to self-critical leftism, I found myself agreeing with the right on occasion. As a self-critical leftist, this doesn't bother me, though I know it will bother leftists who aren't self-critical.

3. The reason that occasionally agreeing with the right on issues doesn't bother me is that I know that I ended up where I am by deriving those positions from an egalitarian orientation.

4. I turned to self-critical leftism because I kept seeing leftists do things that seemed utterly wrong, such as the following:

a. I thought that only leftists would be open-minded enough to accept soccer when it first came along, but instead leftists didn't accept it and frat boys did.

b. Today in academia, there's a crisis with many academics either unemployed or exploited as adjuncts. Yet tenured leftists don't care at all and do nothing about it.

c. Plus, it seems that leftists who are employed at the best schools come from wealthy backgrounds, while the unemployed seem to come from more modest backgrounds. Again, no one on the left wants to deal with this situation.

d. With respect to Islam, the left is siding with the most reactionary Muslims while eschewing liberal Muslims.

And so on. Leftism just didn't seem to be working very well, so I went off in a new direction.

5. The liberals and leftists I like don't seem to have blogs. These are Paul Berman, Christopher Hitchens, and Nick Cohen on Islam, and Alexander Cockburn on global warming, especially on the foundation of global warming, which is peer review.

I also link to thoughtful people on the right, because I think that it's useful for gaining insight on the left. Plus, I see them as allies on certain issues that are important to me, while disagreeing with them on other issues that aren't so important.

I should add that I see today's leftists as only about 30% of the way to full progressiveness, while the right is about 25% of the way, so I don't see a lot of difference between them.

6. No one who reads my book on soccer would think I'm a conservative. I go way beyond just espousing soccer, for I also denounce the emphasis in our schools on football and basketball, the reason being that they privilege the big and the tall and thus exclude people of average size. People on the right don't talk that way.

7. With respect to being green, every leftist today has to make a choice between whether they want to give greater priority to the poor or to the environment. I am almost alone in choosing the poor over the environment, though Alexander Cockburn seems to agree with me on this.

8. If you want me to criticize libertarianism, here goes. Libertarians talk about freedom, but freedom to do what? To vote? If people have the freedom to vote, then they can vote for people who aren't libertarian and will establish a government that is not libertarian. And if they don't have the freedom to vote, then they don't have as much freedom as they could have.

If you want me to criticize conservatives, I'm perfectly happy to accept the standard leftist criticism that conservatives ignore social injustices that are encapsulated in the traditions that they revere.

My problem is that leftists do the same. When I've pointed out problems that I thought leftists ought to be addressing, I was blown off. For example, #4c above. Shouldn't some effort be made to help academics from poorer backgrounds? But there is little interest in doing so.

And when I complain about what I call "institutional sizism" -- see #6 above -- that our schools aren't being fair to people who are of average size, what am I told? "That's not important." But that answer shows that leftists, too, are willing to put up with some sorts of social injustice.

9. There is much less racism than leftists think there is on the right. I've been reading the Wall Street Journal and the National Review for years without seeing much of anything.

Still, I don't like the occasional conservative who thinks that blacks have lower IQs. But at the same time, I don't like the view held by nearly every leftist elite that people who didn't go to elite schools aren't very smart.

10. People on the right are angry at Bill Ayers because of his terrorist past. I'm angry at him because he's just another academic from a wealthy background who's taking a job away from poorer people who need a job more than he does.

Let me conclude by saying that I was once a socialist, but watching the way that leftists run academia changed my mind. Academia should be a domain where socialism could be tried and shown to be wonderful. Instead, socialists in academia don't want to push for socialism within academia. Why not? The leftists at the top just seem very stingy to me. And that led me to start thinking critical about socialism.

I hope this helps, though I suspect it won't.

[Jeffrey Ellis]

Wow, a great post and a great comment there, John. I really think you have hit the nail on the head with your distinction between rich people's leftism and poor people's.

[John Pepple]

Jim S.:

How do I explain the poor people who are in favor of socialism? That’s pretty easy, because socialists seem so idealistic, in comparison with capitalists, who seem so hard-hearted and greedy.

I come from a lower-middle class background, and I was a socialist at one time. What changed my mind was seeing that in academia, the people who seemed to be getting the best jobs were the wealthier leftists, while the poorer leftists were getting lesser jobs or being exploited as adjuncts or were just plain unemployed. That in itself wouldn’t have mattered so much, except that when I tried to get people to realize that academia was not a kind place for poor people, they didn’t want to listen.

For example, at one point, I wrote a letter to every academic who had put out a book on socialism asking them if they were willing to apply socialist principles within academia. Only one even bothered to reply, and he was honest enough to say that he wasn’t willing.

At that point, I gave up on socialism. I went from hating rich conservatives, because they weren’t paying their fair share of taxes, to hating rich liberals, because they were hogging all the best jobs.

Naturally, lots of poor people haven’t had the experiences I’ve had, so socialism still seems like an idealistic system to them. And even academics who are poor and are exploited as adjuncts are still willing to give socialism the benefit of the doubt. I’ve already gone through that stage and am on to the next stage, being critical of leftism.

[Borepatch]

I remember the saying back in the 1980s, about the children of the African elites. If the parents wanted their kids to become socialists, they sent them to school in Paris. If they wanted them to become capitalists, they sent them to school in Moscow.

[John Pepple]

That's pretty funny! Thanks, I hadn't heard that before.

[william]

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[John Pepple]

Dear william:

That is the plight of the people who live next door to us. We have given them thousands of dollars over the last few months just to keep them from going under, and we are not exactly rolling in the dough ourselves.

I'd suggest you appeal to Bill Gates. Good luck.

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My article on Empedocles was eventually published in the Journal of Value Inquiry for 1996. The rest I self-published. I put an article on Plato and Speusippus on the Internet: