On the Social Contract

Jean Jacques Rousseau's essay on what constitutes legitimate political authority is a key milestone in the history of Western political philosophy, and an essential one for me on my grand quest to understand the world around me and how it got this way. Volumes have been composed about the influence this book has had in history - both in the abstract history of ideas and in the more tangible one of human lives and nations - so I have nothing to add to them. I will merely comment on my reaction to this 18th century book as a reader in the 21st century, a citizen of one democracy and a resident of another.
Rousseau's main concern is to find "a form of association" whereby each associate is protected and by means of which "each one, while uniting with all, nevertheless obeys only himself and remains as free as before.”
This is complicated by a conundrum surrounding the legitimacy of the majority vote. "The vote of the majority always obligates all the others," says Rousseau. "How can a man be both free and forced to conform to wills that are not his own?" And elsewhere, "Unless the vote were unanimous," he asks, "What would become of the minority’s obligation to submit to the majority’s choice? Where do one hundred who want a master get the right to vote for ten who do not?" And biggest paradox of all: how can all men be equal if they can be clearly seen to have varying physical abilities?

Rousseau waltzes his way around these philosophical pitfalls with nimble surefootedness. His partner in this dance is the Social Contract, unwritten pact, abstract concept, but essential construct in the circumvention of his paradoxes.
Rousseau's Social Contract binds ALL the people of the political entity together, substituting a moral and legitimate equality to compensate for physical inequality imposed on by nature. Each person places himself under the "supreme direction of the general will" and "receives each member as an indivisible part of the whole". The discovery of the general will is by majority vote - but crucially for the validity of the vote is the notion that when a law is proposed, what is asked is "not whether the voters approve or reject, but whether or not it conforms to the general will." In other words, each voter is merely asked to state his opinion on what the majority of voters would want - not on what he himself would prefer. By this simple strategem, Rousseau resolves the thorny issue of freedom of the minority: "When therefore the opinion contrary to mine prevails, this proves merely that I was in error, and that what I took to be the general will was not so."

The questions that Rousseau examines in detail are most striking in that they seldom preoccupy people of our times. Not that they have lost relevance - quite the contrary - but it is almost as if they have tacit answers that have passed into our culture as shared beliefs and conventional 'truths', and so to question them now may almost be a subversive act.
By meditating on the fundamental realities of the model, Rousseau is able to arrive at surprisingly perceptive and prescient conclusions about the system. He is able to observe, for instance, that the moral and legal equality that covers all citizens, is only as good as the government itself.

"Under bad governments this equality is only apparent and illusory," he warns. "It serves merely to maintain the poor man in his misery and the rich man in his usurpation. In actuality, laws are always useful to those who have possessions and harmful to those who have nothing. Whence it follows that the social state is advantageous to men only insofar as they all have something and none of them has too much."
In saying this, he is echoed by Adam Smith, barely a decade later, who says, in the Wealth of Nations: "Civil government, so far as it is instituted for the security of property, is in reality instituted for the defence of the rich against the poor, or of those who have some property against those who have none at all."

But what the government gets away with depends on the people themselves. "Where right and liberty are everything," Rousseau warns, "inconveniences are nothing." More pertinently, where the people value convenience above all else and are most intent on avoiding misery, rights and liberty are usually at peril. He seems to be describing modern democratic society when he talks of a strange and eerie social harmony that is caused "when the citizens, having fallen into servitude, no longer have either liberty or will. Then fear and flattery turn voting into acclamations. People no longer deliberate; either they adore or they curse."
Little wonder, perhaps, that governments around the world would rather not have its citizens meditate too much on Rousseau's fundamental questions. It reminded me of Marshall McLuhan's narration of the following anecdote in his collection of essays, Understanding Media.
After the Second World War, an ad-conscious American army officer in Italy noted with misgiving that Italians could tell you the names of cabinet ministers, but not the names of commodities preferred by Italian celebrities. Furthermore, he said, the wall space of Italian cities was given over to political, rather than commercial slogans. He predicted that there was small hope that Italians would ever achieve any sort of domestic prosperity or calm until they began to worry about the rival claims of cornflakes and cigarettes, rather than the capacities of public men. In fact, he went so far as to say that democratic freedom very largely consists in ignoring politics and worrying, instead, about the threat of scaly scalp, hairy legs, sluggish bowels, saggy breasts, receding gums, excess weight and tired blood.

Emperors of the Peacock Throne (Eraly, Abraham)

Emperors of the Peacock Throne is not the kind of history that modern academics write.
In sharp contrast to the last book I reviewed (Europe and the People without History), Abraham Eraly does not seek to explain the past as a complex totality of economic, political and social factors - far from it. Instead, he merely seeks to "portray life and tell a story" - and not just an ordinary tale, but an epic saga, that, in parts, resembles a soap opera - an account of the meteoric rise and precipitous decline of a dynasty over six generations. The setting is no less sweeping than the windswept plains of Hindustan itself, from Tuesday 9 June 1494 ("In the month of Ramadan of the year 899"), when a 11-year old Zahiruddin Babur came to the throne of Ferghana, to Friday 3 March 1707, when an octagenarian Aurangzeb breathed his weary last in an army camp in Ahmednagar.

In between, Eraly introduces us to his dramatis personae of ten men and one woman in loving detail. Seven of the men hail from the same family - six Emperors, and one heir apparent to the throne who never makes it (Dara Shukoh). Two of the remaining men are Hindu - Hemu and Shivaji. The only woman profiled in detail is an Empress (Nurjahan). The only Afghan with a meaty speaking role, albeit in an interlude, is Sher Shah Suri. These eleven people, aided by a large support cast of nobles, nautch girls, war elephants, European merchants, Rajputs, Marathas and holy men of all denominations, whirl around each other vertiginously, spilling copious quantities of blood, intriguing darkly, living in lavishness and lasciviousness and occasionally spouting poetry of devastating profundity. They build breathtaking palaces and mausoleums, betray one another without compunctions, cavort in drunken orgy, suffer unbearable torments and love their women with tempestuous ferocity.
While every episode is dramatic, Eraly is at his very best as a raconteur while narrating the fratricidal struggle for the throne in the 1660's: Shah Jahan, weighed down as much by old age as by the guilt of having murdered his own brother and cousins at the time of his own coronation, lives to see his own third son, Aurangzeb, swim through a pool of his brothers' blood to usurp the throne.

Was the fate of a billion Indians determined by minor personality quirks and accidents that altered the course of decisive battles and hence of history itself? What if Dara had not climbed down from his elephant at Samogarh? What if Sher Shah had stood at a safe distance from the exploding grenades during the siege of Kalinjar? What if Mahabat Khan had murdered Jahangir on the banks of Jhelum? Did Aurangzeb really hold a lifelong grudge against Dara Shukoh "for appropriating all their father's love", as we are authoritatively assured? And did he actually say, prophetically, and eerily reminiscent of another king in another country, in the not too distant future, “Az ma-st hamah fasad-i-baaqi” (After me, chaos)? Did all these things happen exactly as Eraly depicts?

In fact, right at the outset, before launching with gusto into the narrative, Eraly slips in a quick disclaimer: that he believes it is "in fact, impossible, for man to know the final truth even about any particular event in history, however trivial it might be, for he himself, swirling in time, does not have the perspective to see all its relevant consequences intersecting with the consequences of a myriad other events..."
So no - it is probably not all true, just a mishmash of rumor, legend, conjecture, imagination, propaganda, lies and a smattering of what actually happened . But isn't that what all history, shorn of pretense, actually is? Eraly thinks so. No matter - it's one heck of a story.

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