The
Dawn of Late Fascism
by
Llewellyn H. Rockwell, Jr.
Recently
by Llewellyn H. Rockwell, Jr.: The
Fascist Threat
The downgrading
of US debt this summer didn’t have huge economic consequences, but
the psychological ones were truly devastating for the national elites
who have run this country for nearly a century. For a State that
regards itself as infallible, it was a huge blow that market forces
delivered against the government, and it is only one of thousands
that have cut against the power elite in recent years.
Another recent
example was the vanishing of the much-vaunted Obama jobs bill. He
pushed hard for this scheme for a month. He made an FDR-like national
speech that attempted to whip up a public frenzy. He promised that
if the legislature passed his law, supply and demand for workers
would magically come together. We only need to agree to spend a
few hundred billion more!
Well, the bully
pulpit has become the bull-something pulpit. It seems that hardly
anyone even took the speech seriously as a political point. It was
reviewed and treated as the theater that it was, but the universal
reaction to the specifics was a thumbs down, even from his own party.
No, Obama is
not FDR. This is not the New Deal. The public will not be browbeaten
as it once was. The polls show a vast lack of even a modicum of
confidence in political leadership, the failures of which are all
around us.
The
longer the depression persists, the more the rebellious spirit grows,
and it is not limited to the Wall Street protests. Poverty is growing,
incomes are falling, business is being squeezed at every turn, and
unemployment is stuck at intolerably high levels. People are angry
as never before, and neither political party comes close to offering
answers.
The
State as we’ve known it – and that includes its political parties
and its redistributionary, military, regulatory, and money-creating
bureaucracies – just can’t get it together. It’s as true now as
it has been for some twenty years: the Nation State is in precipitous
decline. Once imbued with grandeur and majesty, personified by its
Superman powers to accomplish amazing global feats, it is now a
wreck and out of ideas.
It doesn’t
seem that way because the State is more in-your-face than it has
been in all of American history. We see the State at the airport
with the incompetent bullying ways of the TSA. We see it in the
ridiculous dinosaur of the post office, forever begging for more
money so it can continue to do things the way it did them in 1950.
We see it in the federalized cops in our towns, once seen as public
servants but now revealed as what they have always been: armed tax
collectors, censors, spies, thugs.
These are themselves
marks of decline. The mask of the State is off. And it has been
off for such a long time that we can hardly remember what it looked
like when it was on.
So let’s take
a quick tour. If you live in a big metropolitan city, drive to the
downtown post office (if it is still standing). There you will find
a remarkable piece of architecture, tall and majestic and filled
with grandeur. There is a liberal use of Roman-style columns. The
ceilings indoors are extremely high and thrilling. It might even
be the biggest and most impressive building around.
This is a building
of an institution that believed in itself. After all, this was the
institution that carried the mail, which was the only way that people
had to communicate with each other when most of these places were
first erected. The state took great pride in offering this service,
which it held up as being superior to anything the market could
ever provide (even if market provisions like the Pony Express had
to be outlawed). Postmen were legendary (or so we were told) for
their willingness to brave the elements to bring us the essential
thing we needed in life apart from food, clothing, and shelter.
And today?
Look at the thing that we call the post office. It is a complete
wreck, a national joke, a hanger-on from a day long gone. They deliver
physical spam to our mail boxes, and a few worthwhile things every
once in a while, but the only time they are in the news is when
we hear another report of their bankruptcy and need for a bailout.
It’s
the same with all the grand monuments of yesteryear’s statism.
Think of the Hoover Dam, Mount Rushmore, the endless infrastructure
projects of the New Deal, the Eisenhower interstate highway system,
the moon shot, the sprawling monuments to itself that the State
has erected from sea to shining sea. As
I’ve explained elsewhere, these all came about in an age when
the only real alternative to socialism was considered to be fascism.
This was an age when freedom – as in the old-fashioned sense – was
just out of the question.
The State in
all times and all places operates by force – and force alone. But
the style of rule changes. The fascist style emphasized inspiration,
magnificence, industrial progress, grandeur, all headed by a valiant
leader making smart decisions about all things. This style of American
rule lasted from the New Deal through the end of the Cold War.
But this whole
system of inspiration has nearly died out. In the communist tradition
of naming the stages of history, we can call this late fascism.
The fascist system in the end cannot work because, despite the claims,
the State does not have the means to achieve what it promises. It
does not possess the capability to outrun private markets in technology,
of serving the population in the way markets can, of making things
more plentiful or cheaper, or even of providing basic services in
a manner that is economically efficient.
Fascism,
like socialism, cannot achieve its aims. So there is a way in which
it makes sense to speak of a stage of history: We are in the stage
of late fascism. The grandeur is gone, and all we are left with
is a gun pointed at our heads. The system was created to be great,
but it is reduced in our time to being crude. Valor is now violence.
Majesty is now malice.
Consider whether
there is any national political leader in power today the death
of whom would call forth anywhere near the same level of mourning
as the death of Steve Jobs. People know in their hearts who serves
them, and it is not the guy with jack boots, tasers on his belt,
and a federal badge. The time when we looked to this man as a public
servant is long gone. And this reality only speeds the inevitable
death of the State as the 20th century re-invented it.
October
15, 2011
Llewellyn
H. Rockwell, Jr. [send him
mail], former editorial assistant to Ludwig von Mises and congressional
chief of staff to Ron Paul, is founder and chairman of the Mises
Institute, executor for the estate of Murray N. Rothbard, and
editor of LewRockwell.com.
See his
books.
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