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Edited by Danielle Carlo and Eduardo Subirats


Fernando Robles, Pareja de estrellas negras/ A Pair of Dark Stars (Acrylic and oil on canvas: 200 x 150cm, 2004)


CONTENTS

ESSAYS

Editorial Note

Introduction:
Against Intellectual Evasion through Academic Language:
Danielle Carlo

I America: Danielle Carlo

II The Disenchantment of Naïve Intellectuals:
Christopher Britt Arredondo

III Besieged Intellectual: Eduardo Subirats

IV Latin America: Some Assembly Required: Antoinette Hertel

V A Forgotten Essay Written by an Imaginary Student During a Lost Semester in a Make-Believe University: Danielle Carlo

VI Conversación entre Eduardo Subirats y Ángel Lozada en La Casa del Mofongo in Washington Heights comiéndonos un “sanculture.”

(English Translation of the Spanglish Original) Conversation between Eduardo Subirats and Angel Lozada, in the Heights, while eating "san-culture" for lunch.




PAINTINGS AND ARTWORK
(In order of appearance)



Fernando Robles, Pareja de estrellas negras/ A Pair of Dark Stars (Acrylic and oil on canvas: 200x150 cm, 2004)

Jorge Castillo, Payaso/ The Clown (Oil on canvas: 188 x 147 cm, 1957)

Jorge Castillo, Funámbulo/ Tightrope Walker (Chinese ink and Watercolor on paper: 50 x 35 cm, 1966)

Fernando Robles, Donde habita la luna/ Where the Moon Resides (Acrylic and oil on canvas: 200 x 150 cm, 2003)

Fernando Robles, Sueño Urbano/ Urban Dream (Acrylic and oil on canvas: 150 x 200 cm, 2004)

Fernando Robles, Bagdad Café (Acrylic and oil on canvas: 200 x 150 cm, 2004)

Manuel Guerrero, Sin título/ Untitled (Oil on canvas: 60 x 81 cm, 2009)

Fernando Robles, Pepenador del Siglo XXI/ 21st Century Scavenger (Acrylic and oil on canvas: 200 x 150cm, 2004)

Jorge Castillo, Persona sin importancia/ Person Without Importance (Oil on canvas:150 x 100cm, 1963)



***A NOTE ABOUT OUR PAINTERS AND PAINTINGS***


Jorge Castillo is a Hispano-Argentinean painter with an extremely large and diverse body of work, including sculpture, works on canvas, graphic design, graphic art and stage design. Despite the complexity of his work, he is stubbornly being ignored by the postintellectual experts on Latin American post-art. He is the most important Hispano-American painter after the generation of the historical avant-garde (Picasso, Ribera, Lam etc.). The relatively younger work of Fernando Robles, a Mexican painter and stage designer, is also ignored by the Mexican cultural bureaucracy. Together with Toledo he can be considered one of the most original living painters in México. Needless to say, there are obvious institutional interests in the consecration of Botero’s mediocrity as the sole and last expression of Latin American art. Antoinette Hertel, in her well documented essay, analyzes how this operates with magic realist literary production and creative writing as its commercial/academic corollary. Manuel Guerrero is a Colombian abstract painter with a consistent and colorful body of work. He could be presented as a jungle-artist who works together with shamans in Pasto.

We are thankful for the permission to reproduce these paintings.

I would like to make a short and provisional remark on the few paintings chosen for this rhapsody. Their selection, even if provisional, is by no means coincidental, nor is it our intention to post these paintings as meaningless ornamentation, as is usually done. Ponder on the souls depicted and their names: “dark stars” and “clowns,” a “Person Without Importance,” defeated warriors and scavengers in urban hell, a “tightrope walker,” and an agonizing “urban dreamer…” They are all characters of a poetic and nightmarish netherworld and metaphors for our damaged life. They portray our status as intellectuals and artists in an age of destruction and deceit.   

E.S.



America

DANIELLE CARLO


Fernando Robles, Donde habita la luna/ Where the Moon Resides (Acrylic and oil on canvas: 200 x 150 cm, 2003)



Unspeakable America
         Being American means that I was educated in a system of American moral and cultural values and that I was instilled with an American conception of history and progress. I ingested all of this along with American food and American television. I speak American and I live an American life. In spite of all of this, I do not consider myself to be all-American and I do not feel a strong connection to my homeland. In fact, I often feel homeless in my homeland. When I try to understand and explain this homelessness and locate myself and my position as a young American intellectual, I find that my identity is incommunicable beyond this brief description. It seems that there is something about being American that undermines any attempt to verbalize what this really means in any specificity. Moreover, it seems that America as a concept is taken for granted. America was founded on a set of ideas, ideals, and desires that are always within reach, yet never realized. America is always, never yet what it is, or what it could be. The never-ending perfection of the union is at the heart of the American project. It seems I have trouble speaking of an American essence because America, has never yet really existed.
I will attempt to speak of American culture, which is a composite of many cultures that can be traced back to other places. Through the transition, or the move to America, these cultures become something else, they loose their shape and scope, they become empty shells of culture. However, the traces left serve as place markers. These traces of culture actually point to something no longer existent, but in this American non-culture, these factors become the means of social division. These differences have always been perpetuated by government and have become a main focus in the media. American society is separated into easily identifiable and ingestible portions for the purposes of linguistic and political control.
The language used to speak or write of American culture has become a popular and accessible compendium of empty words or images, which are readily available in many media.   But even as a simulacrum of culture and identity, America must be spoken of in this empty and simulated language, which is politically correct and historically accurate, and which all the while takes into account contradiction upon contradiction. Before even opening my mouth to speak about American culture, a process of inner reflection and self-doubt, which is monitored by the cultural and linguistic controls mentioned above, takes my country away and thus leaves me homeless. This is nothing new, because at base America, and here I refer specifically to the United States of America, is essentially a homeless and a rootless culture. 

Homeless Homeland                 
         America is a land of displaced people who have never been a product of the land that they call their own.  But of course, the land has shaped the Americans, but only in so much as they have shaped it. Instead of being of the land, Americans have prided themselves on taming the Promised Land, conquering it, and in a reversal of genesis, making the land in their image, in some senses literally, such as by blasting the faces of our founding fathers into the mountains at Mount Rushmore. This cultivation and alteration of the land was a way to forge and proclaim a cultural identity in an attempt to evade the fact that the United States of America is empty and void of any indigenous culture. Because there is no valid primordial myth to root the people who call themselves Americans, the expansiveness, the vastness, the beauty and purity of the landscape have in some way come to be considered the basic characteristics of an American culture and its way of life. The natural diversity of the continental United States is a metaphorical representation of the heterogeneity of America, its abundance, and the productiveness of the American Spirit. Its vastness: a symbol of the unlimited possibilities inherent in the American experience.  Its sublimity points to the vision of the good American, the world’s peace broker, and the underlying god-fearing spirit of this Puritan nation.  The fact that we identify with a landscape that has never been our own, one that has always been a land of escape and displacement, has over time only revealed and exploited the fact that the cultivation of the land has not necessarily led to a cultivation of a viable way of life. We Americans have done everything in our power to prove our importance, our dominance, our place and our control over the vast landscape, from colonization to Manifest Destiny up to the present day.
The obliteration of the indigenous people of the continent, which began with the arrival of the Pilgrims, was carried out in order to single-handedly and solely usurp the land and the immediate environment, to adapt and become of it, in order to have a place and cultivate a singular cultural identity matched to the landscape.  For, this reason American colonization was never an assimilative project. Americans began to speak of the land as if it were their own; they created primordial ancestors to connect themselves to it and to give meaning to their identity, and they began to shape the land in way in that made manifest their civilizatory power. Slowly, over time, the vastness, expansiveness and sublimity of the landscape has been voided of its majestic potentiality. The identity derived from a landscape that is slowly being destroyed and consumed is itself under the threat of disappearance.
A culture of displacement is a culture of destruction and self-destruction.

American Non-culture
         American cultural identity and the American way of life have always been questionable and constructed categories, but now they have become blatantly imaginary; collectively kept alive through the repetition of empty slogans. This American litany is recited through the description of life in commercial advertisement and political propaganda. American culture is one that specializes in and relies on images and image making as a means to claim that it exists.  Life is lived according to the idea of life that is sold to those attempting to cover up their emptiness. There is an incessant filling up of empty space, there is never a silent moment, there is always something new. Popular culture and fragments of the Puritan aesthetic have been used to cover the cultural and spiritual void in America. Americans have collectively maintained an image of America that has been put forth through time as an idealistic near utopia of cultural understanding, progress and most importantly, moral goodness. However, due to a lack of vigilance and a collective complacency resulting from the comforts of the American way of life, along with a general lack of education and with this a loss of the ability to think deeply and critically, Americans have lost a sense of what America really has become: a dangerous non-place that acts in the world like a restless and militaristic poltergeist. It is an invisible and, perhaps, non-existent entity—a phantom—that has a considerable effect on the material world.
So, why is Americanization so pervasive if America is rootless and in effect empty of culture? What sets America apart as place of cultural production? Homelessness and displacement? The world has become small and accessible through technology, people can move so easily from place to place and home is no longer defined by one’s place of birth, but instead by wherever one feels the feeling of being at home. The search for a homeland has always been a fundamental starting point of cultures everywhere: displacement and a loss of origins are main components of the human condition and the catalyst for cultural development. Civilization is a rejection of homelessness. But, it seems that America epitomizes this homelessness, as well as the universal cultural and historical void which results from centuries of exploration and conquest, the absence of a sense of spiritual origins, a loss of language, an incessant filling up and shrouding of emptiness. Taking this into account, Americanization then is not a process of acculturation or cultivation; it is not a spreading of culture, but instead of non-culture. And this lack of depth and nothingness is what makes Americanization so easy to assimilate and this is also what makes it so dangerous.

American Emptiness
         I have attempted to speak of American culture, but instead I have been speaking of its emptiness of culture. This emptiness is not unique to America, but it is through the constant struggle against it in many senses; in the shaping of the landscape and history, the culture, the religion, the mentality of America, that this emptiness has come to be the central, or perhaps the only honest aspect of being American. An example of this emptiness can be seen in the fact that Americans have always looked towards the heartland or “Middle America” as the source of its moral values and cultural way of life. “Middle America” is equated with a preeminent moral landscape that permeates the American psyche. Even though the majority of Americans do not live in the comparatively sparsely populated heartland—the Midwest plains inhabited by organized rows of corn and soy—it has always been considered representative of what it means to be American. However, it has never been a place of cultural production, but of agriculture. It is not known to be populous, but deserted. It is from this culturally vacant, yet expansive agricultural heartland that the American masses assume a mythic narrative of empty All-American moral and cultural values.
To be all-American seems to imply middle class economic status, a sense of fervent patriotism, a belief in the American Dream, a healthful habit of hard work and just enough education. But this is a propagandistic oversimplification that allows for many races, many belief systems and many cultures to disappear when they do not meet the above criteria. Deeper examinations of American culture often fall into the oblivion, either of ignorance or aporia. One often recovers from this speechlessness by naming typical American institutions and cultural constructions as representations of culture. Where does one begin? Where can one begin? Is it McDonalds? Is it the Pilgrims, Thanksgiving and Puritanism? Is it the dollar and all of its Masonic symbolism?  Is it the landscape from sea to shining sea? All of these things are epitomizations of an emptiness that permeates America, which is then covered up and shrouded in an attempt to control and reverse this emptiness. McDonald’s, often seen as the symbol of Americanization, a temple of empty calories, a place where one overeats and leaves hungrier than before. The dollar, the symbol of wealth, power and permanency, is just a piece of paper, backed by nothing, its symbols emptied by time. Thanksgiving, a holiday of overconsumption and of giving thanks for the ability to do so, was originally intended to honor the Indians that helped the Pilgrims survive the first winter by sharing their wisdom of the land and survival, and who were subsequently killed in a systematic genocide, or were euphemistically displaced, by those same Pilgrims and their descendants.  This act of giving thanks, and general Puritanical graciousness, is made void by this hypocrisy.

American Non-Being
         So, is there such a thing as an American Emptiness? Is this what sets America apart? When looking deeper into the meaning of emptiness, I realize that this cannot be used to describe the non-culture of America. The concept emptiness can be traced to the Sanskrit term Śūnyatā, which is the state arising from the realization of the impermanent nature of form and the fact that nothing can be ascribed a concrete identity, or “self.” A state of Śūnyatā, or emptiness and nothingness, acknowledges the constant flux and movement of the universe and the interconnectedness of everything in it. Therefore, in this conceptual context emptiness is impermanence, it is also non-attachment and non-obstruction, it is everything unrelated to the “self”.  American culture, with its desire to concretize an identity and a position in the world is in opposition to this concept. America has not attained emptiness as a culture, its focus is on fullness and concrete meaning, and it is not unique in this sense either. America and its non-culture are not singular, but exemplary of a universal lack of spiritual and historical awareness. If anything can be described as unique it would be the American obsession with individuality and its need to set itself apart.  It is unique in that it has made a culture out of its epic struggle against its mundanity and commonality. America has become exemplary of the obsessive and incessant filling up of all space, which is representative of a universal condition: the struggle against emptiness, which eventually leads to the vacuum of non-being. The American focus on progress and change is actually anti-progressive in that it installs concrete and permanent cultural values to life. The American way of life is an official religion of sorts with its core values centered on consumerism, a desire for fullness and set meanings for material things, and an obsession with the physical form. Following this logic, the spirit of America, in fact, epitomizes a spiritual vacuum, as it is mundane and illusionary and rejects the fluidity of emptiness and the impermanence of the universe. America is a young country with a relative lack of extensive history, but with a tumultuous and eventful history nonetheless.  The foundation of the nation coincided with the industrial revolution, and as a result it developed rapidly in many senses. Because of the lack of an extensive American history and the intensity and speed with which America has developed and risen to power, it has become a model for the study of the development of Western civilization. It is the condensed version and its ultimate expression. America has also become an exemplification of the historical, cultural and spiritual vacuum that follows closely behind the process of Western civilization due to the obsession Americans have always had with laying claim to the land, and with being American.

Danielle Carlo has studied philosophy and Latin American and US Literatures. She is a writer of essays, poems and manifestos. She is currently writing her doctoral thesis under the tile “Americanization” at New York University.



The Disenchantment of Naïve Intellectuals

CHRISTOPHER BRITT ARREDONDO





Fernando Robles, Sueño Urbano/ Urban Dream (Acrylic and oil on canvas: 150 x 200 cm, 2004)



1
The schizoid condition that ontologically fragments and morally degrades intellectuals in our time is not without historical precedent.  In La ciudad letrada, Angel Rama portrays with brutal honesty the ugly role that intellectuals have played in shaping the reality of Latin America.  From the period of conquest and colonization, through the era of independence, to the whirlwinds of the Mexican revolution, Rama underscores the lust for power, wealth, and fame, as against the thirst for truth, equality, and justice which has too often motivated Latin America’s all-too-human intellectuals.  Precisely by reason of this brutal honesty, Rama’s critical history is an example that intellectuals would do well to follow today: for our time is as devoid of the courageous self-reflection that Rama practices in La ciudad letrada as it is plagued by the timid forms of self-deception that he denounces in this provocative book. 
       While the tension between intellectuals who lust for power and those who thirst for justice informs every chapter of Rama’s history, this tension achieves a particularly dynamic quality in his final chapter, where he studies the roles that intellectuals played in the Mexican revolution.  To that end, he recalls how Mariano Azuela, in his famous novel about the Mexican revolution, Los de abajo, places his revolutionary hero, Demetrio, at the center of a triangle whose angles are occupied by the intellectuals Luís Cervantes, Alberto Solís, and “El Loco” Valderrama.  This triangle symbolically represents the diverse ways in which would-be revolutionary intellectuals in Latin America have sought to associate their linguistic prowess with the power of the sword.  Cervantes represents the opportunistic and sycophantic intellectual; Solís, the disillusioned and melancholic idealist; and Valderrama, the madman who, because he is mad, can both acknowledge and withstand the terrible truth of his relationship to power.  And what is that truth?  What is this brutally honest truth that neither Cervantes nor Solís dare to articulate, and much less incarnate? According to Rama it is that Valderrama, “El Loco,” and that the others too --the opportunists and idealists-- are at best half-hearted heroes of the revolution.
      By highlighting the triangle of positions that the intellectuals in Azuela’s novel  take vis-à-vis the Mexican revolution, Rama draws attention to the conflictive relationship that often forms between intellectuals who join revolutions and those downtrodden people –los de abajo-- on whose behalf such revolutions are purportedly made.  At issue in this conflict is the verbal prowess of intellectuals.  On the one hand, their ability with language helps intellectuals prove that they are loyal to the ideals of the revolution and deserve the trust that los de abajo place in them.  On the other hand, this linguistic artistry is precisely what makes intellectuals suspect in the eyes of their revolutionary brethren.  For how can los de abajo know for certain that the intellectuals mean what they say and say what they mean?  Where does their artistry begin and end?  What are the limits of their solidarity with the revolutionary masses?  Unable to secure comforting answers to these unsettling questions, los de abajo are left with a nagging doubt.  Could it be that the intellectuals who have joined the revolution have done so in order to attain positions of power within the very same lettered city that the revolution aims to overthrow?
As ugly as it may be, this suspicion is neither the product of some popular paranoid delusion nor an instance of mass hysteria; rather, it is grounded in historical reality, in the historical memory accumulated over centuries by the downtrodden, in the experience, precisely, of those on whom intellectuals have tread in their bid to associate their power over words with the coercive powers of the state.  Indeed, the historical record that Rama critically reconstructs throughout La ciudad letrada demonstrates the extent to which los de abajo have had plenty of reasons to mistrust intellectuals, especially those who have presumed to speak on their behalf about the importance and value of revolutionary ideals.
Although Rama’s assessment of the dubious role that intellectuals have played in Latin American history ends with an analysis of the intellectuals who participated in the Mexican revolution; the doubts it raises concerning the legitimacy of intellectuals are still as pertinent today, at the start of the twenty-first century, as they were at the beginning of the twentieth century.  My recent experience in Colombia, where I went to study the flight and plight of that country’s more than three-and-a-half million forcibly displaced people, is paradigmatic in this regard.  This experience taught me that, in spite of my wishes to the contrary, I am in fact similar to the intellectuals who Rama analyzes in Azuela’s novel.  But there is one significant difference between them and me: whereas, according to Rama’s analysis, intellectuals will tend to occupy one of three positions in regard to the crises they mean to resolve, in Colombia I came to occupy all three positions simultaneously; I became, in a matter of speaking, a schizoid intellectual: one in whom opportunism, idealism, and paranoia compete at cross purposes, undermining his sense of integrity.
Surely, I am not the only erstwhile naïve intellectual who has thus been disenchanted and must today endure this schizoid condition.  The insanity of a world that violently displaces millions of people –whether in Colombia, Iraq, Afghanistan, Pakistan, or Sudan—and that does so in the name of security and progress, imposes this condition on anyone who feels compelled to discover and acknowledge the unsightly truths of our social reality.  Whether we like it or not, for better or for worse, we are all of us disillusioned idealists, sycophantic opportunists, and disturbed madmen and madwomen.
Is this too brutal an assessment of the current condition of intellectual life?  Perhaps it is; but honestly, there is too much at stake in our world today, there are too many crises to be resolved, for intellectuals to care too much about themselves and not enough about the world they live in.

2
I live in a lettered city, in what is perhaps the paradigmatic lettered city of our time: Washington, DC.  From the White House, to the Capitol, and from the Capitol to the Supreme Court; or from the Pentagon to the State Department, and from the FBI to the CIA; or again from K Street, where lawyers and lobbyists congregate, to the Universities, where students cultivate their minds, Washington, DC is populated by men and women of letters.  It is populated by lettered people who, in keeping with the regular rhythms of political elections, displace and replace those who preceded them.
These transitory lettered elites come to DC always wanting to start one kind of revolution or another.  I moved to DC about eleven years ago, just as the Newt Gingrich-led congress, which had signed its “revolutionary” Contract with America, was busy impeaching President Clinton because he had lied about having his penis sucked dry by an office intern.  And who was the unsung hero of this righteous revolution?  Why, a man of letters, of course!  Kenneth Star, that most punctilious lawyer, left no paper unearthed, unturned, or unread.  He, the great man of letters, proved to one and all and beyond any reasonable doubt the moral depravity to which the White House had sunken under Clinton’s watch.  Shortly thereafter, elections were held, pitting a “concerned” Al Gore against a “compassionate” George Bush.  When the Bush-Cheney ticket won, the neo-liberal revolution of the previous years turned neo-imperial.  Again, men and women of letters were at the forefront of this new revolution, citing memos according to which Saddam Hussein had played a leading role in the attacks of 9/11; crafting memos according to which torture was no longer torture; and justifying the imperialistic invasion of Iraq and Afghanistan as wars of liberation.  This neo-imperial double-speak worked its strange magic on the “revolutionary” masses of America for eight interminable years, but the damage that it has done to democracy in the States and elsewhere in the world is now evident for all to see.  Today, the Obama administration, which is itself headed by a lettered man –Obama is a lawyer, but also the author of two books, is busy with a revolution of its own. Seeking to undo the damage done by the neo-liberal, neo-imperial revolution of the right and re-establish the social and economic bases for a newer New Deal, the Obama administration has begun to set in place the revolution of the timid American left.
What sort of relationship has this “revolutionary” lettered city sought to cultivate with Colombia in the time I have lived here?  When I first arrived and Clinton was President, Washington gave birth to Plan Colombia: $800 million over eight years to help bolster the Colombian government’s so-called War on Drugs.  Curiously, when the Pastrana government first came to DC with a proposal for Plan Colombia, these monies were to be distributed according to the following formula: 80% to address the underlying socio-economic problems that lead so many people in Colombia to participate in the illicit cultivation and distribution of marihuana, cocaine, and heroine; 12% for restructuring Colombia’s financial industry; and the remaining 8% to bolster the Colombian military and police forces.  By the time the U.S. Congress was through debating this proposal, these allocations had been flipped upside down and turned inside out: 80% for the military and police; 12% to address money laundering schemes; and 8% to help ameliorate the poverty, hunger, and desperation that fuel both Colombia’s drug-trafficking industry and the armed, violent conflict that has displaced close to four million people.  Thanks to the lettered men and women who are employed by the military-industrial complex, Plan Colombia was summarily turned into what should be called Plan America: after all, most of the monies designated for this plan have actually wound up in the pockets of US-based helicopter builders, arms distributors, and other economically driven humanitarians.
When Bush came into office, there was no plan to discontinue Plan Colombia; but there was also no intention to increase it.  After the attacks of 9/11, when the Bush administration declared a global War on Terror, Plan Colombia was accordingly refashioned and re-funded.  No longer would Washington think of Colombia as the frontline of the US government’s War on Drugs; it would now become a frontline in the War on Terror.  The Bush and Uribe governments designated Colombia’s drug-trafficking paramilitary and guerrilla armies as terrorists.  While this designation included both the paramilitaries and the guerrillas, the Uribe government was quick to design a program for demilitarization and re-incorporation to civil society of the paramilitaries.  In exchange for agreeing to participate in this program, the Uribe government promised the paramilitaries that they would not be held accountable as terrorists.  Thus, Plan Colombia under the Bush administration was redefined as a policy intended to bolster the Uribe government’s war against Colombia’s guerrilla armies, primarily the FARC.
As the Obama administration settled down after its first one-hundred days in office, Washington had yet to publicly demonstrate how its policies vis-à-vis Colombia would amount to a “change we can all believe in.”  Still, if Obama’s warming toward Cuba was any indication, it seemed reasonable to expect the Obama administration would seek diplomatic rather than military solutions to Colombia’s on-going internal strife and the illicit drug-trade that continues to help finance the awful violence that has forcibly displaced millions of people: more, in fact, than anywhere else in the Western hemisphere.  But in the summer of 2009, all hopes for such a radical shift in U.S. policy vis-à-vis Colombia were shattered.  Pursuing a Bush-era policy that seeks to consolidate U.S. military presence in Latin America within Colombia’s borders, Washington and Bogotá have recently (and secretly) reached an agreement according to which U.S. armed forces will be permitted to use seven Colombian military bases.  And so it seems that the U.S.-abetted Wars on Drugs and on Terror will continue to define U.S. and Colombia relations for the foreseeable future.  This is not exactly the change I had hoped we might all believe in, but it is very much in keeping with Washington’s double-dealing culture as the paradigmatic lettered city of our time.

3
It was 2005 when I decided to travel from DC to Colombia.  My decision to leave DC stemmed from the fact that, after 9/11, life in this lettered city had become anything but intellectually stimulating.  Perhaps in other cities across the United States this was not the case, but in DC the government’s obsession with national security meant that slowly but surely life in this city on the hill had come to be governed by fear.  The police were everywhere, especially in my neighborhood on Capitol Hill.  And on the highways and interstates surrounding the city, signs would flash announcing the color-coded threat level for the day.  When I complained to my neighbors of the government’s attempts to govern our city by fear, I discovered that many of them felt comforted by those attempts, not threatened as I did.  In the years following the attacks of 9/11, it seemed as though far too many of my fellow fallow Americans were a bit too eager to give up their freedoms in exchange for security.  Indeed, anyone who dared critique the Bush administration’s overly zealous defense of the nation’s security was simply deemed un-American, even anti-American.  The enemy, or so many of my fellow Americans seemed willing to accept, was not only without but also within.
While it is certainly true that I distrusted the Bush administration’s emphasis on security and criticized those who sympathized with it, it is also true that at the time I was struggling to achieve a comparable level of security in my personal and professional life.  I too, it turns out, was obsessed with security at the time: in particular, the kind of security (which is almost unheard of these days outside the hallowed halls of academia) that comes only with tenure.  In order to achieve this level of security, I had had to publish regularly in academic journals.  To do so, I had to write in a scholarly fashion on scholarly concerns.  Anything that was not rendered in this style was summarily censored, ignored, or even worse, vilified.  Thus, in order to get tenure and be promoted to the level of security I now enjoy, I felt I had to internalize, not just the codes of scholarship, but the figurative “death threats” that hide behind the censorship practiced by so many academic journals.  “Publish or perish!”  Behind this cute little quip, which is meant to summarize an academic intellectual’s struggle for survival, there hides a terrible truth: that those who survive are often enough precisely those who most willingly accept the authority of others to censor their work, their thoughts, and their minds.  There is very little about this that can qualify as revolutionary, which may help to explain why so much of academia today is bogged down in ritualized forms of self-censorship.
The combination of a political realm obsessed with security and my own professional obsession with job security began to wear on me; I felt I was turning into a timid political being, a timid intellectual, a sickly thinker of superfluous thoughts.  By allowing myself to be conquered by this conspiracy of security, I also felt I was betraying myself.  True enough, I was an intellectual who was living in a city populated by hypocritical, sycophantic, opportunistic intellectuals; but I had always naively liked to think of myself as being somehow different: I was, or very much wanted to be, the sort of intellectual who did not suck up to power, who challenged and resisted abuses of power, and did so always in the name of freedom, of equality, and of justice for all.  In order to save face and continue to see myself in this favorable light, I felt I needed to get away from DC.  I needed to get away from all those other DC intellectuals in whose pasty faces and gray eyes I saw reflected back to me the horrible image of who I was fast becoming.
So I decided to flee from DC and went to Santa Marta, on the Caribbean coast of Colombia.  It was there that, much to my chagrin, I was forced to recognize that as an intellectual I too can be perfectly repugnant, opportunistic, disillusioned and cynical, brow beaten, and weakened by bouts of paranoid insanity.  But I am anticipating my conclusions, whereas I should first narrate the story of how I arrived in Santa Marta with great expectations, then proceeded to occupy the position of an intellectual opportunist, and eventually, after I’d become a disillusioned idealist, entered directly into a state of paranoia.

4
 When I first decided to study forced displacement in Colombia, I tried to do so objectively.  I read up on twentieth-century Colombian history.  I also read a good deal of books that studied displacement in Colombia from legal, political, and economic points of view.  Written in a dispassionate, objective, and impartial tone, these academic books all seemed to assume that in order to attain a broad view of the causes and effects of displacement I had to get personally far away from it.  While these broad visualizations did help me to perceive displacement abstractly, they also blurred my perception, allowing me to perceive only generalities and encouraging me to treat these as if they were accurate descriptions of reality.  Sensing, from what I could see on the streets, that this was utterly wrong, I then started to read other sorts of books, written mostly by journalists, sociologists, or anthropologists who had spent time with some of Colombia’s internally displaced people.  These books were rendered in the more intimate tone of memoirs or interviews and they did get me closer to displacement. Yet, insofar as these books approached displacement from the universal perspective of human rights advocates, they failed to get me as close to the experience of Colombia’s internally displaced people as I felt I needed to get in order to fully understand their plight.  I wanted to do justice to the actual experience of displacement; so I decided I would need to get as close to it emotionally as I possibly could.
The first step I took in this direction was inward.  I figured I could mine my own experience in an attempt to better understand the emotional structures and traumas involved in displacement.  Indeed, as the son of a Spanish mother and an American father who grew up in Spain, Argentina, and the United States, I was no stranger to displacement.  Early in life, I had learned to discriminate between the competing cultural values that pertained to my homes, regardless of their geographic locations.  As a cultural half-breed, to this day I make my home out of the ambivalent cross-cultural conflict that I inherited.  Internalizing that conflict and sometimes surmounting it through irony, I have learned to be at home, as it were, in exile.  Idealistically, naively, stupidly I assumed that my experience of cultural displacement would prepare me for the study of forced displacement in Colombia.
So I confidently set out to contact some of the displaced people living in Santa Marta.  I asked around town and eventually met some social activists who worked with a local NGO that had, for several years already, been attending to the needs of displaced people in and around the city.  They agreed to take me around to the outskirts of town, where we visited makeshift neighborhoods populated by thousands of displaced people.  These people lived in hovels, where there was no running water or electricity; their mud and cardboard and tin-roofed houses were built precariously on steep mountain ridges; the grown-ups had little if any work at all and only money enough to feed their families occasionally; the children had no shoes; they had no school to attend; and many looked to be simply overwhelmed by their condition, sulking, unwilling to smile.  It was during a visit to one of these marginal neighborhoods built out of desperation by the displaced victims of Colombia’s on-going civil war that I met a woman who agreed to speak with me at length about her experience of displacement.  At long last --I opportunistically congratulated myself-- I would now be able to test my theory on displacement against the experience of someone who had been forcibly displaced.
This woman –who, because I met her in Santa Marta, I will refer to here as Marta, told me that she was the victim of a double displacement.  Upon hearing her say this, I could not contain myself and vainly told her that I too was the product of a double displacement.  Although in my case the displacements were only cultural and metaphorical, I aimed to assure her that this meant I had an intimate knowledge of the emotional traumas and surprising emotional rewards that arise as a consequence of displacement.  Like her, I was a nomad.  Like her, I was a displaced subject.  Like her, I was a post-modern border crosser and cross-cultural translator of half-truths.  She looked at me suspiciously then, sensing the extent to which my readings of Jameson, Derrida, and Mignolo divorced me from life; but she resumed her narrative nevertheless.  In the two hours we spent together, whispering in a tiny corner of a hidden café, she told me the story of her double displacement.
Her first displacement came about shortly after the school where she worked as a teacher was riddled with bullets in a fierce battle between guerillas and paramilitaries.  As a result of that battle, which the paramilitaries won, the school was permanently closed.  And the teachers, among them Marta, were told that they could no longer work as educators.  For, according to the town’s new masters, they were not simply teaching the children how to read, write, and do arithmetic but indoctrinating them with the leftist ideology of the guerrillas.  So Marta, who had for years worked as a school teacher, was reduced to farming the small plot of land that she had inherited from her father and on which she and her husband had built their home.  But the paramilitaries who had taken over the town did not allow her to reinvent herself simply as a farmer.  They started to visit her home regularly, accusing her always of sympathizing with the guerrillas and threatening to take her two boys from her, so they could join the paramilitary army and in this way receive a proper education.  Marta always denied their accusations and pleaded with them to leave the education of her children in her own hands.  Then one night, the paramilitaries paid Marta another visit.  This time they told her that she could no longer stay in town, that neighbors had been talking to them about her clandestine activities as a guerrilla sympathizer.  When she vehemently denied these latest accusations and dared the paramilitaries to name her accusers, they told her that they believed her, that they did not want to hurt her or her children, and that they would be willing to help her leave.  They offered to “buy” her farm, telling her that in this way she would have enough money with which to relocate her family.  At first she refused.  But when the paramilitaries returned one night to her house in a pick-up truck (a truck that Marta and all of her neighbors knew was used to dispose of dead bodies), she agreed to “sell” her property.  The following morning she and her two boys fled the town where her parents, brothers, and sister all lived.
Thus began her first displacement.  She went to live in a town that was about two hours away from her home by bus.  She found work as a librarian, who had to travel by bus from one town to another, distributing books.  She liked this work because it meant she could still contribute to the education of children in towns other than her own.  But she missed her home dearly, felt very lonely, and could not really make enough money working as a librarian to feed herself and her sons well.  Then one day, a bus that she was traveling in was stopped by a band of armed paramilitaries.  These men recognized her; they showed her a list of names that they had with them and showed her the cross that was next to her name.  She knew what the cross meant.  That she was marked for death.  She pleaded with them to please let her go and insisted that they were mistaken about her, that she was truly nothing but a dedicated school teacher who never once spoke to her students about the guerrilla and their beliefs.  Miraculously, they let her go; but they warned her never to ride that bus again and travel to the towns her job as a librarian required her to visit.  Having been found by her enemies, she was overcome by a paralyzing sense of paranoia.  She could not leave the house she had moved to for fear that at any moment she would be shot dead.  She had no job, no money, and was losing all hope of ever being able to live a normal life again.  Her brothers sent her money so she could send her sons out onto the streets to buy food for the house.  Marta was slowly but surely being crippled by terror.  The world had collapsed on her, breaking her spirit, pushing her to the brink of insanity.  She could not sleep; she would lay awake all night worrying and remain in hiding all day, worrying.  One of her brothers came to visit her in the jail that her home away from home had become.  He bought her and her sons passage by bus to another city, much farther away, where an aunt of theirs lived.  So she fled.  Marta fled this second time to a far-away city where she could hide in anonymity, re-invent herself, and bring up her children in relative peace and prosperity.  That city was Santa Marta.
By the time that Marta and I met, she had been living in Santa Marta for two years.  When she first arrived with her two boys, they stayed in the house of a family friend.  But they were welcome only for a month before the stigma of having displaced people living with them made her hosts push her and her children out onto the streets.  Marta fended for herself as best she could, but eventually turned to the state for assistance.  Having registered as an Internally Displaced Person, she became eligible to participate in a program run by a local NGO that helped the victims of forced displacement with small business loans.  Marta produced a business plan –she proposed becoming a baker—and secured a small loan.  With those monies, she was able to purchase the necessary materials to start up her business and rent out a house where she could both work and provide her sons with shelter.  She told me that she no longer considered herself to be displaced, that Santa Marta was now home to her.  But she also told me that to many of her neighbors, her two boys and she would always be displaced.  Her neighbors, she explained, seemed to believe that she had fled from her home because she had done something wrong.  This infuriated and pained her.  What was she guilty of?  Of wanting to bring her boys up in peace?  Of wanting to provide her boys with a safe place to call home?  Of not wanting to live a life governed by terror?  Of refusing to go mad?  She had committed no crimes, she insisted, and yet she and her children were ostracized.  She then told me, with conviction, that she could forgive the men who threatened her, persecuted her, and took her previous life from her, but would not and could not forgive the rest of society for not holding these real criminals accountable for their dastardly deeds.  Justice, Marta told me, would never come to Colombia’s four-million Internally Displaced People until the rest of the country acknowledged their innocence and recognized the fact that they were the victims of a terrorist plot by the paramilitaries and the para-political politicians to control the land. 
Just in case I had not understood what she meant by this, she told me another story of displacement: this time, it concerned her father and mother.  When Marta had first been forced to “sell” the plot of land that her father had given her and flee her home for the imagined safety of another home in a nearby town, her father had told her that he would never sell his property to the paramilitaries and that they would have to kill him before he’d sell.  He had meant to assure her that she would always have a real home to return to some day.  But the paramilitaries came one night for her father.  They insisted that he knew where the guerrillas hid their arms and forced him to march for three days in search of some imagined stockpile of weapons about which he knew nothing.  At the end of three days and nights of constant marching at gunpoint, they returned him home, beat him to a pulp, and left him for dead.  When news of these terrible events reached Marta, she left Santa Marta and returned “home,” as it were, to her father’s house.  He was not anywhere to be found.  Her mother was also gone.  None of the neighbors wanted to tell her where they had gone, but she eventually learned from an old friend of the family’s that they were in a neighboring town, in the hospital, where her father was slowly recuperating his strength.  With tears in her eyes, she told me that her father and mother would soon be joining her in Santa Marta.  It seemed her father had finally been persuaded to “sell” his property after all.
Marta’s story impressed me then, as it still does now, as being precisely the sort of story that can guide those who hear it into the unique, peculiar, and plural places that displaced people are forced to call home; it is the sort of story that asks us all to occupy these places emotionally.  I believed then, as I still do now, that such emotional intimacy is required of us all if we are to fully understand the moral and political implications of forced displacement in our time.  The horror we feel when confronted by the brutal cruelty that Marta and her family have faced; the anger we feel when we learn of the injustices she has suffered; the sympathy we feel when we contemplate Marta paralyzed by paranoia: all of these emotional responses bring us as close to displacement as we must get in order to understand just how unbearable it is.  Knowing this, we will surely want to make it stop.  Won’t we?
The first thing I did after I heard Marta’s story was to write it all down in great detail.  In a fit of quixotic idealism, I had convinced myself that, if I could only publish Marta’s story in the United States, it would help improve US-Colombia relations.  After all, I reasoned hopefully, who could read such a terrible story and not be moved by it to demand that the US government seek a non-military solution to Colombia’s on-going civil war: a war that is funded in large measure by Americans, whether illicitly through the drug trade or licitly through Plan Colombia.  The fact that I have here decided to retell this story, even if only in a summary fashion, suggests that I still harbor this idealistic hope for an enlightened US policy vis-à-vis Colombia.  Be this as it may, it is also true that the magnitude of the violence and human suffering in Colombia has forced me to place checks on this hope and acknowledge the very real limits of what I or anyone else who retells such stories can do to help resolve the conflict and ameliorate the suffering in Colombia. 
Maybe a week or two after I had sat down with Marta, an anonymous phone call was placed to my home in Santa Marta.  The voice on the other end of the line delivered a cryptic message: “Tell Mr. Britt that he is running into danger.”  Was this a warning?  Was it a threat?  Everyone I asked agreed that, given the situation in Colombia, I would be wise to interpret it as a threat.  So I did.  Initially, I was angered by my situation and wanted to lash out at my enemies.  But since I did not know who they were, I could do nothing but stew in my wrath.  Then, this anger turned against me in the form of a paranoid delusion.  Like Marta before me, I feared to leave my home, imagining that at any moment I would be shot to death.  So I found myself re-living what Marta had experienced.  I hid during the day, worrying; and I did not sleep at night, unsettled as I was by anxiety.  I lived those days in disbelief, alienated from myself and from a life I no longer governed.  I was fast becoming a slave to fear, to terror, to death.
One day, I mustered up enough courage to flee.  I fled to another city in Colombia.  But the distance I had managed to place between myself and my anonymous enemies in Santa Marta was not enough to quell my paranoia.  I had recurring nightmares where I found myself strapped to a chair, surrounded by enemies who were threatening to cut out my tongue and force me in that manner to obey their command to shut up, to say nothing, to write nothing about displacement in Colombia.  Feeling persecuted and in desperate need of security, I fled Colombia altogether and returned to my home in DC, the very home from which I had fled months before because I was feeling stifled by the security for which I now longed.
When I arrived in the States I passed through security gates at the airport in Miami.  Usually, I take offense at the extent of such security measures; but on this occasion, I felt comforted by the sight of so many Homeland Security officers, so many sharply dressed policemen and policewomen.  Their presence meant I would no longer need to fend for myself.  The Department of Homeland Security was there to protect me.  My enemies, the terrorists who I had left behind in Colombia, would first have to get passed this formidable shield of security if they wanted to get to me.  Taking refuge in this knowledge, I began to relax; but only a little bit.  Although I did feel that America’s security forces had lifted a terrible burden from my shoulders –I would no longer need to defend myself by myself—I still also felt unsure of myself.  The death threat that I had received had shaken me to the core; my confidence had been shattered; I had lost my hope.  I felt tiny, scared, and ashamed.
After a month in DC, which I spent nursing my wounds, I returned to Santa Marta.  Was I being courageous by going back or just stupid?  I still could not know.  All I did know then was that my wife and son were in Santa Marta and that without them at my side my life could not be whole.  So I returned to my home away from home in Santa Marta hoping to gather together the shattered pieces of my life and come whole again.  But I never did.  I could not go back to that place where my life had been threatened and resume the life of the person I had been prior to that threat.  My brush with death had transformed the eagerness, idealism, and bold conviction with which I had initially investigated displacement into attitudes I now regarded ironically as opportunism, cynicism, and timid bravado.  In fairness to myself, I should say that by returning to Santa Marta I did face my fears, which suggests that perhaps I was not quite as opportunistic, cynical, and timid as I was making myself out to be at the time.  But in all fairness to historical truth, I should also say that, once I was back in Santa Marta, I never did go again to visit those marginal neighborhoods in the city where thousands of displaced people eek out their existence, and I never did speak to any of those people again.  I wanted to believe that by returning to Colombia to face my enemies I was conducting myself after the manner of an epic hero, as someone who would face his enemies and reclaim his rightful place at home; but the truth of the matter is that I was only conducting myself as an erstwhile naïve intellectual whose brush with death had disenchanted him.
Being threatened with death taught me to keep my place as an intellectual: I could presume to speak for the displaced; I could retell their stories and reflect on their horrible experiences; but I was to do so from a safe distance, secure in my knowledge that, insofar as I was an intellectual, it was perfectly legitimate for me to talk and write about displacement without actually needing to imitate it.  Yes!  Being an intellectual in a lettered city has its definite advantages.  Chief among these is the ability to express one’s solidarity with the displaced from the comfort and security of one’s own displaced reality: the displaced reality of one’s metaphorical, linguistic, and cultural displacements: the displaced reality of one’s theoretical sympathies for the down-trodden: the displaced reality of one’s own schizoid condition as an opportunistic, disillusioned, double dealing intellectual.

  
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Prior to moving to Colombia for a year, I had become disenchanted with the limited role that I had devised for myself as an intellectual.  I was simply a private intellectual, working at a private institution of higher learning, where I regularly taught classes on the public intellectuals of nineteenth and twentieth century Spain and Latin America.  Would I ever cease talking privately about the virtues and vices of the public intellectuals of the past and try becoming a public intellectual myself?  Would I ever move from the comforts of arm-chair theorizing into the discomforts of real life practice?  Or would I simply spend the rest of my adult life teaching, preaching, and leeching off the past?  Courageously, or so I thought, I dared to step beyond the circumscribed limits of my field of expertise and made a concerted effort to get involved as a public intellectual in one of the major moral and political crises of our time viz., the forced displacement of millions of terrorized people in Colombia.  I had wanted to take these matters into my own hands, as it were, and proffer both a critique of this crisis and attest to a better way of life.  Doing so, however, implicated me in the very terror I had sought to denounce, and it set me fleeing also in search of a better life.  Rather than mediate the crisis I had set out to resolve, I naively imitated it.  To the crisis of Colombia’s forcibly displaced people, I had added my own crisis of legitimacy as an intellectual.  I had failed as a public intellectual.  My failure was due, in no small measure, to the naïveté with which I approached the on-going crisis in Colombia; I truly believed that as an intellectual I could and would conduct myself with integrity; I genuinely believed that there could and would be no limits to my professed solidarity with Colombia’s downtrodden.
        Today, I am doubly disenchanted.  In addition to being disenchanted with the limited role I have tended to play in our world as a private intellectual, my failed attempts at re-inventing myself as a public intellectual have also disenchanted me.  This second disenchantment has compelled me to turn toward an analysis of my unhappiness and to acknowledge the role that I have unwittingly played in creating its conditions.  Although I wish it were not so, I am in truth responsible for the sense of shame that I still feel today when I remember how, in the face of death, I elected to flee from Colombia.  The truth, the ugly truth, is I cared more for my own life and my own well-being than for the lives and well-being of Colombia’s terrorized, dispossessed, and displaced.  The truth was then and remains today that my professed solidarity with the downtrodden had and has very real limits.  Those limits are my own happiness, my own health, my own freedom.  They are selfish.  They mark my difference from those downtrodden people to whom I offer my solidarity. 
Is this too harsh an assessment of my intellectual interventions in Colombia’s humanitarian crisis?  Perhaps it is; but such brutal honesty serves to illustrate that there really can be no better critique of how intellectuals conduct themselves save their conduct as intellectuals.  Earlier in this essay, I claimed that there is far too much at stake in our world for intellectuals to care too much about themselves and not enough about the world they live in.  When this statement is properly re-contextualized within the overall narrative structure and confessional themes of this essay, it resonates with definite irony.  For, although it is certainly true that I have here re-told the terrible story of Marta’s double displacement, it is also true that, in the process of doing so, I have indulged in precisely the sort of self-consumed and self-obsessed intellectual self-analysis that I earlier claimed intellectuals should avoid.  No doubt, my unhappiness as a disenchanted intellectual seems rather inconsequential when it is set alongside the suffering of people like Marta, whose lives have been shattered by terror.  Yet, the crisis of my legitimacy as an intellectual does matter, if for no other reason than that it gets in the way of what matters even more, which is the ability of intellectuals to effectively denounce the moral degradations of our time while attesting to the possibility –however remote it may be—of a better form of life.

Christopher Britt Arredondo teaches Spanish and Latin American literature at George Washington University (Princeton University Ph.D., 1998).  He is the author of Quixotism (2005) and is currently revising a book manuscript on cross-cultural displacement, titled Exiled at Home.  He is the author of various essays that study the role of the intellectual in the formation of nationalist and pan-nationalist identities in Spain, Latin America, and the United States.  His research centers on the conjunction of aesthetic and political discourses in national, imperial, and post-colonial contexts.

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Fernando Robles, Bagdad Café (Acrylic and oil on canvas: 200 x 150 cm, 2004)





1. Knowledge; autonomy
The coming together of human knowledge and autonomy in the Copernican discovery of the “revolutions of the heavenly spheres,” which represented both a reform of thought and a renewal of humanity, left its imprint on the character of philosophers, scientists, and modern intellectuals. One can observe that new confluence of knowledge and freedom in their artistic, literary, and scientific output. Yet the changes in the intellectual landscape inaugurated by the new human sciences was not merely an  emancipation of thought from ecclesiastical and monarchic control. Philosophers and scientists such as Luís Vives, Sebastian Franck, and Paracelsus conceived of the new knowledge as a medium for an explicit critique of feudal absolutism, Christian imperialism, and the human suffering and misery that these institutions imposed per totum orbis terrarum.
Vives questioned the brutality of the imperialism of the Cross. Franck spoke out against the European wars of religion. Paracelsus (1952: 310 ff.), physician, botanist, astrologer, and metaphysician, bitterly denounced a Roman papacy that, while professing to spread the doctrine of Christ throughout the world, employed death and slavery to achieve its ends and indulged in orgies of corruption and contempt for the Christian masses. All three thinkers based their opposition to Christian absolutism on a belief in the autonomy of reason, in the capacity of humanity to build a historical world in accord with the divine harmony of the heavens. From Judah Abravnel to Giordano Bruno, the humanism of the sixteenth century sustained a belief – even to the point of enduring the ultimate consequences of holding such a belief: persecution, torture, and death – in the possibility of reestablishing this accord between the historical world and the cosmos. Similarly, the new humanism held out the possibility of restoring spiritual order through a millenarian tradition that integrated Vedic philosophy with the cosmology of the Egyptian magi and with Talmudic wisdom, a tradition that dialogued simultaneously with Sufi mysticism, the Cabala, and modern astronomy. Works such as the Encyclopédie and the Déclaration des droits de l'Homme et du citoyen are late products of this unification of human knowledge and autonomy.  
The institutional ambiguity of the intellectual – privileged by nobles and kings, and indeed by the Renaissance church itself, and at the same time subject to persecutions and exile – is inherent in this two-fold foundation. The unification of knowledge and liberty elevated the humanist to a level of understanding “like that of the prophets,” as Abravanel wrote when he fled from Spain (Sloush, 19). But at the same time, the autonomy of  knowledge signifies domination: “scientia et potentia humanae in idem coincident,” in Francis Bacon’s formulation. The very same unity of knowledge and autonomy that raised Erasmus and Bruno to the rank of intellectual and social reformers of thought and society also conferred the status of “useful” knowledge on the new sciences, whose “fruits,” mythologically identified with the divine feminine and with the fecundity of nature, Bacon had already assigned to the category of capitalist lucre derived from industrial enterprises and colonial expansion. The grand systems of modern philosophy are the architectonic expression of the fragile equilibrium between scientific reason and technological, economic, and social transformations, transformations linked to the ambivalent human meanings of industrial and postindustrial progress.
One of the highest expressions of the unity of knowledge and freedom is found in Goethe. In his botanical and minerological studies, as well as in his critique of Newtonian physics, Goethe combined a rigorous theory of scientific knowledge with humanity’s most ancient literary and philosophical wisdom. But Goethe’s project, which saw its poetic crystallization in the figure of Faust, was nonetheless destined to founder both politically and epistemologically on the shoals of the mechanical conception of nature, which  superimposed itself on the “Spinozan” interpretation of plant morphology, and on Goethe’s “romantic” theory of color as well, without any stronger rationale than its congruence with the imponderables of mechanical production and the progress of instrumental reason. Moreover, the economic and political conflicts at work in Goethe’s Faust announce the reasons for the project’s interior dissolution, a truth formulated explicitly in later versions of Faust, including Nikolaus Lenau’s in the nineteenth century and Klaus Mann’s in the twentieth.
In the end, capitalist progress carried off the beatific vision of cosmic and social harmony contemplated by modern science in the age of Paracelsus and Kepler. It abolished the dialogue between muse and machine that positivists still dreamed of in the great European industrial expositions of the nineteenth century and dissolved the unity of human knowledge and autonomy on which the socialist revolutions of that same century were built. From the moment that American Independence and the Grande Révolution evolved into the political and military apparatus of a new secular and technocratic imperialism and the industrial revolution converted scientific epistemology into an instrument of neocolonial subordination on a global scale, from the moment that the learned work of education and enlightenment was shifted into a global system of cultural production and media-transmitted contempt, the modern intellectual has become socially secluded, linguistically fractured, and internally divided. Hölderlin first represented this crisis in the figure of Empedocles,  pursued by brutalized masses who could not comprehend the emancipatory value of his critique. An unbroken strand of testimonials to the resulting solitude and desolation stretches from Goya to Munch to Beckman.
Marx, Bachofen, Nietzsche, and Freud, each set about to transform the constituent political and metaphysical elements of the decadent and imperiled civilization in which they found themselves. With the radicality of Renaissance humanists or Enlightenment philosophers, they embraced a wide spectrum of disciplines, including epistemology and natural philosophy, hermeneutics and anthropology, and social theory conjoined with literary and aesthetic criticism. Their work restored the unity of knowledge and human freedom found in Spinoza or Bruno. All of them attested to the need for social and cultural rebirth that could put an end to the suicidal march of nineteenth – and twentieth – century industrial capitalism, and to the cultural decadence that capitalism brought in its wake. Marx reshaped the legacy of a European socialism that had struggled to reestablish harmonious relations in the social and natural realms. Bachofen uncovered matriarchal cults that had stood in non-destructive relationships to nature and had preserved democratic traditions eliminated by the patriarchal order. Nietzsche fixed his gaze on the regenerative possibilities of Greek art and philosophy which Christianity had laid to waste. And Freud developed a method for reeducating a modern consciousness that was  choked with guilt, anxiety, and internal division.
The twentieth century has seen an uninterrupted series of reforms and revolutions that have sought to create an alternative to the globally devastating effects of colonialism, to the proliferation of warfare, and to social differences of ever-increasing enormity and social conflicts of ever-increasing intensity. In a manner that is as much aesthetic as philosophical or social, this tradition of resistance has redirected the waters of artistic and philosophical thought through a profoundly transformative channel. The Russian Revolution of 1917, the liberation of India and China from colonial rule, the national independence movements that arose across the expanse of Africa, and the revolutions in Mexico and Cuba have stood as historic milestones in this endeavor. Out of the crucible of these social changes a new type of intellectual emerged. Rosa Luxemburg, Leon Trotsky, Antonio Gramsci, Mahatma Gandhi, Patrice Lumumba, and Che Guevara all started as writers, philosophers, or journalists and subsequently converted their awareness of the inhumanity of industrial capitalism, and of colonialism, into a social praxis that included methods for political enlightenment, strategies for resistance to authoritarian political systems, and a vision of human solidarity.
At the same time,  the twentieth century has also been assaulted and held captive by an unbroken succession of totalitarian systems, imperialist wars, and genocides. Along with a concentration of power in the hands of corporations and the military, the twentieth century has witnessed the development of a complex institutional machinery of propaganda, ideological control, and control effected via mass media. One consequence of the development of this machinery has been the coercion and persecution visited upon intellectuals. Soviet Stalinism, European National Socialism, American McCarthyism, and the various fascisms of Latin America have all offered, on a grand scale, a veritable montage of violations of intellectual autonomy, some flagrant and others covert. The inevitable outcome has been the constant infringement of intellectuals’ rights, their permanent exile, and their infinite silence, ultimately resulting in the quarantining of the intelligentsia, heretofore excluded from a public reality monopolized by political authorities, from the commercial means of communication, and from the corporate domain of the techno-sciences.
The new concentrations of power have, for their part, been accompanied by new techniques of production, new systems of propaganda, and the astonishing growth of information technologies that have altered the forms and idioms of intellectual praxis. The unity of knowledge and moral consciousness that once formed the backbone of intellectual praxis has long since disintegrated into a thousand fragments. Intellectuals are now experts and specialists. The scope of their responsibility is limited entirely to instrumental activities, their role reduced to a type of professionalism subject to corporate vigilance and departmental discipline. The conditions of the academic and industrial production of knowledge locate the intellectual within a circumscribed system of micro-domains that, in the best of circumstances, tolerates ethics only as a means to institutional legitimation. In the final analysis, the micro-political networks governing intellectual conduct strangle the expert to the point of complete intellectual nullification. It is for this reason that the academy continues to validate the disappearance of critical discourse, the paralyzation of reflective consciousness, and the alleged messianic arrival of the postintellectual.
But the intellectual’s destiny does not end there. If corporate dominion molds an expert who is pedestrian and disciplined, then in a complementary manner, the culture industry casts the intellectual in the role of professional performer. The former sacrifices all socially responsible communication in the name of professionalism; the latter sacrifices all conceptual and moral rigor for the sake of a mindless cultural spectacle. Both are ruled by the same norms of monetary rationality, but whereas the technocrat is submerged in administrative anonymity, the cultural performer is exhibited throughout the global village with all of the fetishistic glamour once reserved for media stars.
This is the stigma borne by modern intellectuals. Throughout the twentieth century, one attempt after another to organize a democratic and egalitarian society has been crushed. Again and again, political contempt has triumphed over the mass of humanity reduced to impotence and hopelessness. Continually and impassively, we have countenanced concentration camps and refugee camps, the implementation of organized torture and rape, the genocidal use of weaponry, and the dislocation of entire populations by military force. We have been confronted directly with the most extreme forms of human degradation. From the First World War to the global war on terror, modern and postmodern intellectuals have witnessed all of these epiphenomena of capitalist civilization in ever growing proportions. And every time the same pattern of silence, indifference, cowardice, and retreat is repeated; the same stance of implicit collusion and explicit cynicism with regard to totalitarian policies and corrupt regimes is enacted; the same complicity and silence are duplicated and sealed with the politically correct semiotics of sublime patriotisms, impeccable democracies, or perfect communisms.
Julien Benda described the affiliation of European intellectuals with nationalist political movements, which opened the door to fascism and Stalinism, and ultimately to the Second World War, as “le trahison des clercs.” But since that time, the charge has acquired global resonance, and its reach now extends far beyond the limited political spectrum that was the concern of Benda’s original essay.  The passivity displayed both by intellectuals and the academy in the face of the ascent of fascism in the 1930s, the muteness of professionalized intellectuals in the face of the development of nuclear and biological weapons during the Cold War, and the complicity of the “global professor” in the face of the ecological and social destruction of the Third World, are successive examples of an intellectual consciousness thoroughly immobilized by fear, diminished by opportunism, intimidated by patriotic and nationalist populisms, and contaminated by decadent aestheticism.
No modern depiction has made the poverty of the intellectual – a poverty of many dimensions, moral, artistic, sexual, and political – manifest in a more disturbing fashion than Klaus Mann’s Mephisto. Mann’s novel sought above all to portray both the precarious position of intellectuals who opposed the National Socialist state in Germany and the human vicissitudes caused by persecution, banishment, and exile. But Hendrick, an actor and the novel’s protagonist, makes manifest something else that is as dismal as the persecutions and genocides perpetrated by modern fascism: the paralysis of the intellectual faced with the coercive power of the state, and the transformation of an independent artist into an agent fully incorporated into and identified with the performatization of fascist political machinery. Mephisto testifies to the annihilation of the modern intellectual as a sovereign consciousness at the very moment in which he is triumphantly elevated to the summit of global power as spectacle.
The historical situation perceived by Mann should in no way be discounted as a simple nightmare of a now defunct authoritarianism. His novel, along with the ban it was subjected to in the postwar years and its subsequent cinematic recuperation by Istvan Szabó, make bring to light a very contemporary problem.[1] Mephisto describes the transformation of intellectuals and artists – once mediators of a social process of apprenticeship and of liberation in the sense described by humanists such as Leibniz and Diderot – into stars of the cultural industry, politico-artistic fabulists and producers of politics as work of art. The classic model of this process is still undoubtedly the theory of culture developed by Goebbels – the executive producer of National Socialist propaganda and the man who first connected film production and modern communications to the military-industrial complex and its political representatives, all under an aesthetic conception of political power as absolute spectacle. McLuhan too might be viewed as a minor postmodern pseudo-prophet who recycled the romantic visions of older European fascisms, reshaped by modern technological changes such as Sputnik and the television, and presented them in their North American guise of democracy as talk show. In any case, at the dawn of the twenty-first century, the fascist project of staging politics as spectacle, with its attendant universe of semiologically manufactured triviality, has crystallized into a globally triumphant second nature whose consequences are found in the landscapes of genocidal wars and in the deterioration of humanity.
At the site where culture is diluted in a variety of commercially degraded productions, where the design, production, and promotion of spectacle invades every expression of human existence, there too the intellectual has ceased to function as an independent intellect, as a socially oriented consciousness, as a moral exemplar, or even as a public figure. Klaus Mann’s vision was prescient in this respect as well. His 1949 manifesto Die Heimsuchung des europäischen Geistes describes a postwar Europe entirely in ruins and utterly foundering in historical time, a Europe that had lost its faith in progress and watched its most sacred hereditary values collapse. The concepts Mann used to describe portrayed this historical condition were eloquent in themselves: “permanent crisis,” “rubble and ruins,” “dislocation...” These metaphors have a long history within a European intellectual tradition, stretching from Nietzsche to Adorno, that recognized of the phenomenon of cultural impoverishment depicted by Mann. Mann adds a new dimension to their observations: Heimsuchung, a word that designates the condition of being persecuted, captured, entrapped within one’s own walls, a word that ultimately alludes to complete political and moral defeat (Mann 1993: 21 ff.).
The figure of the modern intellectual has been molded by a series of revolutions that have shaped the modern world in general as well. Jefferson and Paine were philosophical voices raised against colonial European power. Miranda, Bolívar, and Martí were men of letters who envisioned the liberation of the peoples of Latin America. Proudhon, Saint-Simon, and Marx devised categories of thought intended to overcome the cycles of social destruction set in motion by nineteenth-century capitalism. Lenin and Rosa Luxemburg defined a political means of resistance to modern imperialisms. The new political will of the Blanquistes and the Saint-Simonians, of anarchists and communists, of Third World national liberationists and partisans of various anti-colonial fronts, all are encompassed by one word, a military metaphor: the vanguard. Intellectuals assumed the role of pioneers in the march of history toward the final emancipation of the proletariat, the condemned of the earth, the masses of humanity assembled by industrial capitalism and then made superfluous. Their critique of society and their vision of history were conceived under the banner of justice. Theirs historical spirit was animated by Jewish humanism and messianism, strengthened by the heretical eschatologies of medieval revolutionary Christianity, and then secularized by the scientific rationalism and anti-clericalism of the encyclopedists. The conceptual framework for a rational harmony between the natural and historical worlds, together with the strategies and tools for its political realization, all flow together in the consciousness of the modern intellectual.
Nobody has defined the idealism of this revolutionary consciousness as fully as György Lukács, in his classic work Geschichte und Klassenbewusstsein. According to Lukács,  scientific knowledge of the conflicts experienced by society, together with the moral will to emancipate humanity from its chains, gave revolutionary intellectuals a normative function. Their social criticism and their ability to orchestrate a collective process of enlightenment and subsequent emancipatory action signaled the birth of a new historic consciousness: “the consciousness that does not develop into a completely passive spectator … nor into the power of a subjective arbiter” (Lukács: 252). According to Lukács’ social theory, once the governing intellectuals’ liberating function reached its fulfillment, once the project of establishing a community of the free and self-aware subjects of a humanized history reached its completion, the intellectuals would renounce their detached stance and dismantle their transcendental epistemology for the sake of democratic self-rule.
By the end of the twentieth century, though, the construction of a global order under corporate control, together with the global extension of colonialism and the concomitant propagation of war on a planetary scale, has revealed the opposite historic tendency. And intellectuals have not been immune to this inversion. Intellectuals have been devoured by administrative and financial bureaucracies; vaporized by the productive systems of instrumental rationality; and transfigured by the fetishistic glory of media spectacle. The principle of autonomy that had defined their noble humanist past, their function as social liberators during the Enlightenment era, and their tenaciously reformist thought has been derailed by the rocky scarps of the post-political, the post-historical, the post-human, and the end of philosophy. Ultimately, the autonomous and liberating characteristics of the intellectual vanished without a trace into the vacuity of the administratively domesticated knowledge industries, into the deconstructionist labyrinths of academic production and reproduction.
The intellectual dependence on corporate and governmental administration identified by Charles Wright Mills in the middle of the last century, as well as the parallel fossilization of the intellectual in the figure of homo academicus described by Pierre Bourdieu in the 1980s, have in the meantime effectively become a fait accompli. Professionalism and specialization, the codes of administrative discipline, the universal subordination of intellectual activity to the principle of economic return, all have conspired to create the moral apathy, the pandemic of theoretical mediocrity, and the sonorous public silence that characterize intellectual life at the start of the twenty-first century. The norms of administrative efficiency and profitability have enclosed the corporately organized knowledge professions within the limits of a blind technocratic pragmatism, in the case of the technical-scientific faculties, and within a tightly circumscribed field of irrelevant intertextualities, in the case of the humanities.
Within the academy now, it is deemed impertinent to protest the corporate monopolization of information, the eco-cidal and genocidal effects of industrial biology, or the degradation of democracy into spectacle. In an age of massive commercialization and trivialization of culture, to debate the crisis in the sciences or at the institutional frontiers of the humanities is to take a considerable risk. To question the globalization of violence or the devastating policies enacted in the developing world is a dangerous transgression. Socially responsible reflection in an age defined by atrocities, the massive denigration of human rights, and the construction of global systems for the totalitarian control of civil society, profanes the hallowed neutrality of the lecture hall. Thinking is not politically correct. Faced with the manifest absence of meaning in the discourses of economic development, industrial progress, and national security, the academy and its “last intellectuals” have become mute witnesses to their own eclipse.
When there is nothing to say, when nothing can be said or no one wants to say it, the best remaining option is to talk about language. The fetishization of language, which began in 1960 with the Saussurian school of the Parisian left and culminated in the deconstructionist hysteria at Yale University, compensates for the muteness of intellectuals in the face of the crisis of legitimacy in the postmodern sciences. None of the great dilemmas of modern critical theory have escaped this omniscient semiological customs-house. According to its axiomatic precepts, the Freudian unconscious is a grammatical construction of the subject, the struggle between the classes merely a meta-historical allegory, the corporate control of information a fata morgana and a system of simulacra. Everything begins and ends in discourses, constructions, representations, performances, allegories, and semiotic strategies. Nuclear war is an ambiguous referent, global warming merely an interdisciplinary hypothesis, the irreversible destruction of cultures across the planet a matter of semiotic hybridism. The ultimate consequences of this linguistic turn among intellectuals have been the propagation of systems, the proliferation of jargon, and the fragmentation and decay of academic discourse, until what results is a fraudulent chatter that makes the pedants ridiculed by Bruno in his dialogues seem dignified by comparison.
        Moreover, the semiotic vaporization of critical theory has gone hand in hand with its micro-political dismemberment. Feminism, queer theory, cultural studies, studies of subaltern subjects and local identities delineate the space in which postwar European critical theory has been dismantled and scrapped. These developments have eliminated any genuinely theoretical perspective on the various conflicts that are springing up at the start of the new century; meanwhile, ponderous critiques of representation and tedious analyses of performance continue to echo throughout the academy.
       The banners of pluralism and multiculturalism have also waved superciliously over the rhetorics of the global academy. The watch-words, dressed up in the avant-garde sex appeal of the ethereal newest left, never advance beyond eclectic semiologies of hybrid representations. Under the cloak of such banalities, technocratic monolinguism, corporatized spectacle, unidimensional political thought – not to mention military armaments and the global violence they fuel –continue to circulate effortlessly off campus, the consequences of which have been devastating in every way for those cultures that are not white, Western, or Christian. Ultimately, one cannot ignore the extent to which the academy’s institutionally circumscribed and philosophically irrelevant thought has been characterized by two fundamental attributes: the nonexistence of any genuine intellectual agenda, and the resulting absence of any authentic political projection.
        In the context of classic totalitarianisms, Klaus Mann laid open the fatal dilemma faced by the modern intellectual: a disjunction between political opportunism on the one hand, and autistic isolation on the other. C. Wright Mills denounced the vaporization of the intellectual by the machinery of production, by bureaucratic apparati, and by the entire corporate system, a phenomenon visible from public administration to the industrial laboratory. Having endured the mutilation inflicted by McCarthyism, the intellectual has now been utterly devoured by the structures of academic administration, resulting in the sub-departmental deconstruction of the intellectual detailed by Russell Jacoby in his account of his long agony on the campuses of North America. The commercialization of intellectual production by the cultural industry has reduced the intellectual’s creativity to the lower limits of mercantile triviality and media manipulation. At the same time, in the developing world, the combined effects of criminal dictatorships, of the destruction taking place under the auspices of the World Bank and the countries’ own national universities, and of the colonization of the most vital indigenous artistic and intellectual traditions as sub-products of the Western culture industry, all foreshadow a violent denouement (Volpi: 327 ff.).
        In this age of “organized irresponsibility,” in which great decisions devolve upon corporations and anonymous bureaucracies, the intellectual as an exemplary individual consciousness has been ruthlessly cut down (Mills: 298). The deconstruction of intellectual discourse, the subordination of intellectuals to the stereotypes of industry, and the enlistment of intellectual activity as a productive component in various cultural industries, in financial and or administrative mega-machineries, have mired intellectuals in a condition of conspicuous impotence. They do not see, or do not want to see, the disaster that befalls them. Thus even when intellectuals are confronted directly with  the crisis of our time, their institutional confinement drives them into passivity and emptiness. Like the Angel of History depicted by Benjamin, the intellectual can do nothing. In our age, the electronically dispensed blindness of the global village forms a necessary condition for the survival of corrupt political, military, and financial leaders; thus, intellectuals’ expertise regarding structural conflicts of ecological or social origin, their full awareness of the systemic irrationality of economic policies and economic development programs, and their scorn for mass media reduce them to a condition of marginality.


2. Unbounded exile
In his Retablo de las maravillas [The Altarpiece of Marvels], Cervantes presents an allegory of society as spectacle. His protagonists are a company of performers of comedy and farce. One day, they arrive in a certain village and announce that they will present a miraculous show; the show will include biblical episodes, an appearance by the Grand Turk, even an attack by a terrifying bull. But the company of actors imposes one condition: only men and women of clean blood can attend the show. In Catholic Spain, to have clean blood is to be free of Muslim or Jewish lineage.
Everyone accepts the challenge. Everyone turns up at the theater. Everyone acclaims the miracle. Everyone enthusiastically applauds an empty stage.
       Suddenly, a soldier appears. No one expected his arrival, and no one recognizes him. Like Cervantes himself, he carries within himself memories of voyages to distant lands. But he has arrived late for the performance, and he knows nothing of the stipulations regarding who can witness its hyperreal visions. Without hesitation or doubt, the foreigner exclaims that there is nothing to see on the stage, that the miracles are a farce, that the spectacle is an empty sacrilege.
The crowd hears the affront; it rises up and cries with one voice:
         ‘¡Basta: de ex illis es! ¡De ex illis es! ¡De ex illis es!
¡Dellos es, dellos, dellos es!...
¡Basta: dellos es, pues no ve nada!’ (Cervantes: 151)
[‘That’s enough! He is ex illis! He is ex illis! He is ex illis!
He’s one of them, one of them!
That’s enough! He’s one of them, so he sees nothing!’]
Cervantes denounces Hispano-Christian racism and calls into question the very concept of faith, which has been recast as obedience by means of ecclesiastic intimidation. The foreigner who sees that there is nothing to see embodies the cognitive structure and the enlightening social function of the modern intellectual. Cervantes’ comedy also marks the intellectual as a negative consciousness. The intellectual’s reflective critique is founded on a double negation: it is the denunciation of emptiness; the negation of nothingness; a “no” to non-being.
        This critique of the emptiness of representation, of the falseness of propaganda, of the nothingness of spectacle, also encompasses a social dimension, inasmuch as it lays bare the constitutive principle of a false national consciousness – the connivance of an entire people with the subterfuge of purity of blood. On top of, or perhaps beneath, all of that, Cervantes places the intellectual under the stigma of “ex illis.” The intellectual is a foreigner, one of the others: the exile.
“Ex illis” is not the etymological root of the word “exile,” but it signals the social stigma, the constitutive wound of exile. Banishment and extradition, like ostracism, expatriation, and exile, are words that designate social exclusion and segregation, and hence the confinement and isolation of the intellectual. Indeed, not only do these words denote the reflective consciousness’s dislocation in social and political space, they also reveal precisely the excision of that consciousness from its historic time, together with the deep wound that results. Exile defines modern intellectuals’ social isolation, their politically and linguistically besieged condition, and consequently their social impotence and existential precariousness. How has this excision of the intellectual consciousness from modern cultural history come about?
Cervantes’ comedy is illuminating in this respect as well. The segregation of the intellectual, first as a foreigner, then as an exile, and finally as an outlaw – the three phases experienced by the soldier in Retablo de las maravillas – is shown to be a consequence of an absolutist political system, one that founds its patriotic identity on the compulsory principle of imperial Catholic universalism and, equally, on an illusory – and hence necessarily genocidal – ethnic identity.
     This politico-theological definition of exile generates series of important ramifications. One is the system of persecution by means of which national identities have been forged. Another is the epistemological and mystical “body” of inquisitorial torture, which constitutes yet another chapter in the transcendental configuration of Christian “ethnicity.” Today, it is necessary to emphasize anew the truth that all nationalisms and patriotisms are built upon proscription, deportation, and exile as their necessary constituent conditions.
        On the other hand, these persecutions and banishments give rise to migrations of intellectuals in search of more open social spaces. The social and cultural deterioration  that ensues from this banishment of intelligence, from this exile of cultural idioms and memory as well, is another germane consequence of the politico-theological definition of exile. Cervantes in particular throws this false principle of Hispano-Christian identity into sharp relief in his oeuvre: a principle that demanded the sustained performance of sacramental acts and acts of faith; that succeeded in extirpating Hispano-Judaic spirituality and Hispano-Islamic mysticism from Spain; that persecuted the scientific and philosophical humanism of the Renaissance with fire and blood; that continued to sponsor inquisitorial orgies right up until the moment of the Great Revolution; and that never ceased satiating, by means of its incessant witch-hunting of liberals and romantics during the last two centuries, its hatred of anything reminiscent of the open spirituality it had wiped out.
        The bloody historic panorama of Western progress prompts one final line of inquiry: What kind of energy lit the bonfires in the first place? What was the source of the original flame that set off this continual destruction of life, knowledge, tradition, and sacred sentiment? What profound rancor has nurtured and continues to nurture the thirst for the destruction of everything that is most noble in the cultures of the past? Why have spiritual men and women  been systematically eliminated throughout the expansion of Christianity and the West?
       The persecution of liberals in the Soviet Union, the suppression of intellectuals in the United States by McCarthyism, the exile of the intellectual vanguard by European fascism, the persecution and mass extermination of intellectuals in Latin America under the auspices of the Cold War: all of these examples seem to point to an intimate relationship between the exile of the intellectual and modern totalitarianism. But to contemplate exile from this exclusively political point of view would be as limiting as viewing it solely from the legalistic perspective of human rights, as confining as interpreting it as an anomalous episode in comparative literature. What, then, are the deep sources of this radically enslaving and annihilating force that has persecuted, banished, expatriated, and eliminated both enlightened mystics and learned intellectuals, both shamans and rabbis? Why are the instruments of torture and the cells of the Inquisition a constitutive moment in the paradigm of the exiled modern consciousness?
       If a singular model of the persecution, dismemberment, and destruction of spiritual legacies and their intellectual leaders throughout the history of the West is provided by the Christian Church, then an important source for understanding the originary meaning of the Christian exile of the intellect is provided by its founder Paul. Two or three citations from Nietzsche will be illuminating in this respect.
Nietzsche’s critique of Christianity, which is at base a critique of Pauline theology, is motivated by three primary considerations. The first, and undoubtedly the most important, is the dialectic of sacrifice and transcendence out of which the kyrios kristos, the Messianic Lord, is constructed. Nietzsche focuses on the sense of nothingness   affixed to the cross of being as the absolute principle of Christian transcendence. Nietzsche’s second critique of Paul concerns his allegorical falsification of biblical history, his tergiversations regarding its most universal spiritual values, and his subversion of the Judaic conceptions of the cosmos and of being. But Nietzsche raises still another objection to Paul: his exile.
      Paul’s biography is the biography of an archetypal exile. From Tarsus to Damascus, from Antioch to Ephesus, from Jerusalem to the capital of the Empire – the city that was his final destination, the city in which he sowed discord and disorder – wherever he went he was accused of betrayal by Jewish communities and of undermining established custom by gentile communities. Wherever he went, in the end he was persecuted as a divisive presence, beaten and stoned as a meddler, and ultimately driven out as a malefactor. And yet his sectarian mission grew in visionary intensity as each new persecution purified him, enabling him to conceive of a perfect community of the factious, an ekklesia founded on the sovereignty of the Messiah, the kyrios kristos.
        This erratic existence, an existence of being repeatedly banished and outlawed – that is to say, the originary condition of Christian exile – was based on four firm principles: the concept of an absolute and originary debt; the transcendence of being effected by means of the sacrifice on the cross, the suppression of Jewish law and memory, and the establishment of the new faith as a system of credit based on the settlement of debts after death.
        In every pre-Christian religion, from the cosmological Celtic and Mayan religions to Buddhism, the cross is, together with the circle, a symbol of the unity, plenitude, and harmony of being as conceived from the point of view of its conflict and dynamism. But Paul lifted the messianic and transcendental meaning of the torture, agony, and sacrificial death of Jesus – a death effected through the cruelest and most humiliating method of intimidation and slaughter applied to the political enemies of the Empire – onto this same cross of being. And it was on the site of this messianic, or, more precisely, Christological, sacrifice that Paul built the architecture and the logos of a new consciousness, a new humanity, and a new universal spirit of history. Paul thus established a new ekklesia in space and time, a sui generis entity that refused to accept the contingent being of human communities, of their spiritual memories and knowledge, of their laws and sacred forms of life.
       Culpability, or more precisely, the narrowing of the multiple meanings encompassed by the Bereshit to a single and absolute postulate of debt, this was the great Pauline concealment. In the first instance, this guilt or debt thrusts death into the edenic heart of being; at the same time, it raises an absolute barrier between the human and the divine and between consciousness and the cosmos. But according to the Pauline politico-theological program, the cancellation of this originary debt through grace (karis) – that is to say, justification through the sacrifice of the Messiah (kristos) – can only take place within the space opened by a rupture with the Law (nomos), which Paul identifies with sin (Romans 6:14; Galatians 5:4). And that rupture entails the abandonment of Jewish memories and forms of life, as well as the Jewish conception of being and of the cosmos, the full sense of which is encompassed by the notion of halakha. This is the blackmail imposed by the Pauline concealment. From the absolute and originary debt, a new obligation arises as a necessary condition for reconciliation with being and with the divine: the abandonment of traditional norms of life, first for the Jews, then for the gentiles, and ultimately for all of humanity.
       This is also what exile signifies for Paul: a fraudulent double condition – the separation of consciousness from being (oussia) as a consequence of the principle of debt, and the simultaneous separation of human existence from its communities and its ways of life (halakha) as a condition for the settlement of the debt by means of sacrificial grace. This Pauline Christological exile is the point of departure for Paul’s concept of transcendence: a new humanity, the heavenly Jerusalem, the power (dynamis) of the Messiah over all sovereignties (arche), authorities (exousia), powers (dynamis), and dominions (kurietes) in the present and future of all of humanity (Ephesians 1:19-21).
        The Pauline double exile carries within itself the category of the second Moses, enthroned as the founder of a new divine people (Taubes 1993: 58). It is the foundational condition of the Christian “ethné” (Ephesians 2:14-16; 1:22), not least because it establishes the Messiah as the principle of absolute power, universal judge, and the spirit of history, the meaning of which has been reformulated time and again in the papal bulls of the imperial Christian era, in philosophical systems of universal history and, equally, in the use of the notion of one world as its ultimate secularized rendering in colonial corporate propaganda.[2] This exile ultimately crowns itself with the conciliation of the heavens and the earth under the sign of pleroma kairos: the divine plenitude of historic time (Ephesians 1:10).
        Exile from the community and from being is likewise the ontological condition of the syllogistic constitution of the je pense. The Cartesian rational subject is the logical definition of a consciousness cut off from its eyes, its hands, and its body. It is a logical subject segregated from its own existence, a subject that severs all of its links with nature and community. Its descendant, Kant’s transcendental logos, is itself the result of the dislocation of thought from the community of speakers, from their interests, and from their forms of life. De nobis ipsis silemus are the opening words of the Kritik der reinen Vernunft: the universal capacity of the transcendental Kantian consciousness ignores itself as a contingent existence; it is in exile from society and cut off from the very nature that it dominates. Similarly exiled is the intellectual as defined by Marx, the intellectual as universal historical consciousness, as revolutionary leader, and as the apostle of the universal egalitarian community. Marx’s doctrine of a universal revolution that would ultimately suppress all class differences is itself heir to the Pauline doctrine of a community of Jews and gentiles mingling together in the universal church under the sign of Christ (Agamben 2005: 30 ff.).
        The same postulates of separation from being and the suppression of community drive the aesthetic of the artistic avant-garde of the twentieth century. Both the Dadaist anarchists and the futurist fascists silenced cultural memory as zealously as the Christian iconoclasts did. Functionalism – with its utopias, its crystalline cities and its skyscrapers whose radiant towers illuminate the firmament – affirmed the structural and material bases of absolute abstraction from nature and from being. The idealized geometric cities envisioned by the pioneers of modern architecture were the metastasis of the celestial Jerusalem depicted by Paul. Moreover, the artist installed in the historical avant-garde by Malevich and Mondrian rose from the ashes of history and from the devastation wrought by modern industrial warfare, and thus the avant-garde held itself up linguistically and theologically as the inaugural moment of a spirit of redemption bestowed by a transcendent, universal, and absolute normative power.
The separation of consciousness from the linguistic community and the postulation of an absolute origin by always reiterated history and writing “degree zero” redefine intellectual exile as a constituent principle of Christian civilization, as the force that configures the discursive identity of that civilization, and as a sacred institution. Intellectual exile is likewise the point of departure for the modern utopias of nation, republic, or communism, and for the postmodern global village as well. Exile is the metaphysical condition of the subject of universal domination.
        In his commentary on the Letter to the Romans, Giorgio Agamben articulates an interesting series of etymological associations. For example, he mentions klesis in the sense of calling, of messianic vocation – klesis as a private call in a reflexive dimension, as revealed in the miraculous conversion of Saul into Paul by divine will when his horse tossed him to the ground. But while klesis signifies a divine call, it also anticipates Beruf, which, in barely secularized languages like Castilian, must still be translated by coupling the meaning of mystic vocation, corresponding to the word “Ruf,” with the sense of being  missionary by profession: “professional vocation.” This meaning is further associated with an ascetic monastic discipline that makes visible a secret link between the professional concept of the modern intellectual and Pauline Christology. Finally, Klesis also signifies the investment of a priestly class through the abandonment of the law, and it is thus related to the construction of an ekklesia conceived as the community of the called, of those bound together by the sacrificial suspension of the law and the sacrificial conversion of being.
In short, the condition of modern intellectual is the necessary apostolic and missionary consequence of the Pauline inversion.  Agamben’s commentary on the Pauline origins of modern exile permits us to understand the defection of modern intellectuals in the face of the great modern political crises as indeed constituting a “trahison des clercs” in the literal sense of the word klesis: cleric and clergy. It permits us to understand the defection as a clerical abandonment of the contingent being of society, with its conflicts and memories, for the sake of an idealized transcendental city. What Agamben ultimately makes evident is the intimate relationship between this ecclesiastical vocation on the one hand and spiritual theocracy – or the theocratic universalism of the spirit – on the other, a relationship that extends from Paul to the Hegelian and Marxist philosophies of history (Agamben, 2005: 20 ff., 98 ff.).
At the time of its formation, this exiled intellectual consciousness was a divine soul; it elevated itself to the summit of eternal spirituality and ultimately transformed itself into the self-conscious subject of the universal history of reason. In Paul this exiled consciousness is evidently bound to the dream of a transcendent community and a universal empire. The Augustinian utopia of the City of God is an expression of this same Christological ideal. Baroque mysticism, philosophic and artistic humanism, scientific rationalism, and modern philosophies of social revolution all share certain fundamental traits – the heroic grandeur of the individual consciousness, of an exiled group advancing in the vanguard – with the errant wanderer Paul. But modernity is faced with the reverse of Paul’s celestial exile. Modernity witnesses the collapse of this principle of domination into an abyss of solitude, anguish, and emptiness, an abyss in which nothing can give meaning to the culpability that underwrites the transcendence of being, to its failed redemption, or to its wretched consciousness.
        Der fliegende Holländer raises the clamor of its fanfare to this Christian consciousness. Wagner’s mariner is the embodiment of the infinite freedom and the absolute individualism delineated by Fichte and Hegel. In this eternal pilgrim, Christian exile is carried out to its most extreme consequences: the Dutchman's dominion extends over an ocean without borders, and his existence rises to an intangible dimension of being and time. Yet the Dutch mariner is also a capitalist subject. His mythical ship is a metaphor for infinite technological power. Over the course of his interminable adventures across the perilous seas, he accumulates treasures from every culture. He is for that reason also the colonizing subject; his eternal existence grants him the absolute power that belongs to death.
        But in contrast to the Christian interiority of Paul, Ignatius of Loyola, or Luther, and in contrast to the Cartesian rationalist or the phenomenological secularization of this interiority, the absolute character of the Dutchman’s subjective power and infinite consciousness no longer blazes under the sign of grace, of unity with the absolute. The meaning and destiny of Wagner’s mariner are the death, nothingness, and the void. Exiled from the very nature he subdues, exiled from the community he has dissolved in his infinite consciousness, and exiled from his own existence, which he has transformed into a mere instrument of his chimerical wanderings, his empty consciousness no longer desires anything except for its own extinction. The same social separateness, the same mortification of contingent being celebrated by baroque mysticism as the splendor of the absolute subject, dissolves this subject’s consciousness in the center of cosmic catastrophe.

3. No to non-being
Cervantes’ Retablo de las maravillas does not take up in any way the Christological dialectic of sacrifice and transcendence, of exile and redemption, that is at work in the bloody reign of the spirit of history. Quite the contrary: at the dramatic culmination of the work, the crowd exclaims, “Dellos es… pues no ve nada” [“He’s one of them … so he sees nothing”].
       “To see nothing”: to say no to the nihilistic spectacle of a transcendent being that in actuality encloses the mystery of the void within itself; no to the spectacle of a negative and false nothingness; no to the negative spectacle of devalued and subverted being. This is the double negation that defines the soldier’s illuminating action.
The soldier knows that the village knows that there is nothing on the stage. But instead of acclaiming it as a theophany, a deus ex machina, a spectacular miracle, the soldier rejects this nothing. The soldier, as intellectual, places his reflective negation of the emptiness of being in opposition to the spectacular sacramental affirmation of transcendence and the justification of being. This negation in turn calls into question the order of Western and Christian false consciousness.
        For this reason, it has to be an outsider who enacts the negation. Only those who have received the stigma of difference, of otherness, are truly foreigners and exiles. By these means are they despoiled of being: a consciousness that knows itself to be nothing and nobody is a consciousness in exile. But the negation of its being is precisely the spiritual condition that enables this consciousness to negate nothingness. Cervantes’s intellectual is a foreigner and an exile, but not in the sense of one who deserts the community of the law, halakha, or dharma. On the contrary, he represents the negation of that negative consciousness, the double negation of the isolated consciousness and the alienated community.
       Where the horizons of this reflective exile lie becomes clear in the definition of the modern intellectual presented by Günther Anders in his interpretation of Franz Kafka’s literary oeuvre. The two primary categories he employs are Entfremdung and Verrücktheit. The first, the concept of “alienation,” proceeds from Marx and makes manifest the double condition – exiled from being and despoiled of existence – that obtains under the conditions of labor, social coexistence, and biological survival created by capitalism. To this referent Anders adds certain other related concepts: Befremdung, Enstellung … distanciation, the estrangement from and deformation of reality viewed precisely as facets of the same process of capitalist alienation. Entfremdung, like alienation, makes manifest a pathology of modern consciousness: it designates the excision of consciousness from the real and its division from itself as well. Verrücktheit, the other concept Anders uses to define to condition of the contemporary intellectual, radicalizes this pathological, schizophrenic dimension of modern consciousness. But in addition,  verrücken connotes distancing, parting, turning one’s back. According to Anders’ interpretation, Kafka constructs a gaze founded upon displacement and distancing, upon estrangement and a separation from all that exists. Only in this sense is he able to reflect the insanity, the schizophrenia, that reigns in industrial civilization (Anders 1951: 15 ff.).
        The Kafkaesque intellectual is thus also an intellectual in exile, but in an entirely different sense from that inaugurated by Paul: this intellectual resides precisely in that unique point of view capable of disarticulating the charismatic subject of transcendence, particularly the transcendence conceived by Christian theology. The most eloquent examples of this are found in those works with animals as protagonists: the chimpanzee in Ein Bericht für eine Akademie, the beetle in Die Verwandlung. The reflective intellectual must assume the extreme alienation of animal irrationality in order to manifest the horror of the rational human world.
        But in Cervantes’ comedy, the soldier does more than denounce the irrationality of Christian reason and capitalist reason. On the night of this false nation, which constitutes itself sacramentally in the theater of marvels, Cervantes not only says no to spectacle through the character of the soldier, but also reawakens the spectators to the very cultural memories that the spectacle obliterated. In this way Cervantes sketches the elements of a concept of Aufklärung that does not close itself off, as Kant’s did, from the autonomy that pure reason possesses as the exiled constituent principle of consciousness, community, and being; instead it remains open, as Herder’s did, to the memory of origins. Through his comedy, Cervantes presents himself as the intellectual who says “no” to non-being in order to open consciousness to knowledge of the origins of being.
        There are four possible responses to the question of memory and to the question of the hermeneutics of being and its origins: those modeled by Karl Marx, Johann Jakob Bachofen, Sigmund Freud, and Paul Klee.
        The most important component of Marx’s thought from a contemporary perspective is certainly not its Pauline dialectic, the postulated revolutionary conversion of existence into a reign of the spirit in which all differences of race, class, language, memory, and norms of life vanish. The only component of Marx’s theory that still has force is his critique of Entfremdung. It is a critique of humanity’s banishment and estrangement from nature, from community and memory, viewed as a constitutive moment of the spirit of capitalism. From this point of view, Marx rejects Paul’s theology to the extent that he conceives of the salvation of humanity as transpiring not through the alienation of its own nature and memory, but rather through their re-appropriation. For Marx, liberty is not to be found in the negation of “man” in the name of a purportedly authentic being-for-death, to recall the metaphors operating in Heidegger’s Christian nihilism. The emancipation of humanity, alienated and exiled as the global proletariat, consists for Marx in the reintegration of humanity into a historic community, in the reestablishment of humanity’s own nature, and in the regeneration of its norms of life. In this sense, it might be said that Marx reintegrates a liberated humanity into a historic community and into the reality of its own historic contingency, the same reality that the psychoanalytic theories of Georg Groddeck and Freud call “Es,” and that comprehends the biological, physiological, historic, and spiritual substructures of human existence.
        With regard to Bachofen, it is possible to make a similar point. His work Das Mutterrecht uncovers the cultural base consisting of mother goddesses that lies beneath the subsequent patriarchal religions and juridical systems. But the fundamental question marked out by Bachofen is not simply concerned with those same goddesses or their icons; rather, it is concerned with the conceptions of time and the cosmos, the unity of humanity and being, that they guaranteed. In the face of countless expressions of the disequilibrium and chaos that follow from patriarchal domination and its theological subversions, Bachofen’s archaeological reconstruction recovers forms of productive exchange between humanity and nature, models of social organization and conceptions of the sacred capable of preserving the harmony of being.
        Freud should be viewed from this same perspective. What is at issue is not his theory of the unconscious, but rather his analysis of the libido and its relation to the primordial principle of energy: Eros. It is to this notion of Eros that Freud’s critical theory owes its importance. By situating neurotic and psychotic constructions of consciousness, psychic traumas, and even social organization itself on the foundation of this principle of energy, which is also spirit, Freud introduces into modern reflection on the world a philosophical tradition that achieves the sublimity of the Vedas and the Song of Songs, of Renaissance Platonism and the Iberian Cabala. In so doing, Freud devises a newly harmonic conception of the unity of humanity and being.
     Klee represents the lyrical and metaphysical reconciliation of alienated consciousness with being. His work reestablishes a visual, physical, and spiritual unity between human eyes and the colors, materials, and emblems of the poetic and pictorial universe.

4. Consciousness under siege
The postmodern liquidation of the reflective intellectual traditions of the twentieth century has provided justification for the micro-political deconstruction of rationality, which in turn has been irresponsible in the face of posthuman strategies for economic genocide, for biological and electronic domination, and for nuclear holocaust that have arisen in modernity. When the identity of human knowledge and autonomy coincides with systems of destructive exploitation and brutal domination on a planetary scale, intellectual reflection is suppressed. The identity of philosophical criticism and social reform that was central to the work of modern intellectuals from Spinoza to Marx has drifted into a system of electronic hyper-information the ultimate consequence of which is the paralysis of the historic consciousness. This media-induced, and academically induced, impotence has restricted the intellectual to an inactive function of delivering irrelevant testimonials to random human or ecological horrors. In previous eras, exile delineated the jurisdictions of national political authorities, but it has now been generalized throughout the space of global control, encompassing everything from television channels to academic departments and to their own “ready made” idioms. It is no longer possible to speak with any rigor of the exiled intellectual because exile has become a universal condition. Hence the metaphors favored by contemporary academic jargon: borders and frontiers, transcultures, displaced subjects, hybridisms; hence also the contemporary  intellectual gaze, polarized between the micro-politics of subalternity at one extreme of the global discourse, and the production of the posthuman at the other extreme.
        In the best of circumstances, a minor intellectual presence is tolerated in the irrelevant position of marginalized dissidence, from which it can offer a micro-political critique that does not question aggregate systems in their full amplitude. A Nobel Prize winner can protest the systematic rape of women along the US-Mexico border as a gender issue, for example, as long as silence is maintained regarding the corrupt military and global-financial networks of which these crimes are but traces. By means of the degraded media figure of the “left-wing intellectual,” the culture industry and the academy carry out the ultimate validating function of staging scenes of freedom of expression in the midst of the spectacle of a politically mutilated democracy.
        An independent intellectual – an academic at a global university in the West, for example, or a journalist at a local media enterprise in the developing world – necessarily faces a crucial dilemma: censorship and confinement or administrative instrumentalization and media exploitation. The cultural politics of the twentieth century offer countless examples of intellectuals liquidated by the same media that they themselves employ as experts and advisers. Such is the case in the paradigm of the American postmodern : Citizen Kane. Kane represents the synthesis of financial power and the power of spectacle. Under his zeitgeist, we see the baptism of a new type of intellectual, the post-modern agent of negated negativity, the anti-human post-subject shaped by structuralist positivism, the ascetic-semiotic renouncer of reality, the exalted priest of the nothingness of the void.
And yet everything appears to work in favor of this great absent figure. On every side, meetings, conferences, and congresses are held for intellectuals and about intellectuals. Describing the public role of writers or artists at the beginning of the twenty-first century entails recognizing that their glory is celebrated everywhere. Their photographs appear on the front pages of newspapers; the Internet publicizes their biographies; both television and the academy maintain a veritable cult of the intellectual. As the intellectual’s institutional confinement and divided consciousness pass across the stage of cultural spectacle, they are miraculously transfigured by the semiologies of glamor and excitement.
The transfiguration of intellectuals into media stars is not contradicted by their evident social desertion; their transfiguration actually complements the desertion. The very same media that turn the intellectual into a public fetish also silence the intellectual in the face of the great dilemmas of our time. It is often forgotten in this connection that the function of the intellectual, whether in academic departments or in the information complex, is not one of reflection. The spiritual universe represented by Andy Warhol or the Nouvelle Philosophie is fictitious transcendence. It is spectacle.
The debasement of the intellectual as “public man” occurs in direct proportion to the valorization of the journalist as the performer of reality. While the former is privatized and consigned to the roles of commercial author and corporate academic, the journalist is exalted as the meta-author of the culture of spectacle. Journalists are to grant significance to any given piece of news or current of thought, to decide hierarchies of values, to establish focal points for both intellectual and anti-intellectual attention, and, consequently, to channel, concentrate, and discharge the media-absorbed masses via electronic conduits. The power of journalists is absolute because the “miraculous” function of producing reality in all of its possible meanings devolves entirely on them. Of course, at the same time this performative function subordinates journalists to political and financial bureaucracies; their independent judgment and activity are restricted to an even greater extent than are those of academics, whose institutional confinement at least guarantees a modicum of irrelevant freedom.
Nonetheless, institutional subordination is not the principal restriction faced by journalists. The journalist’s professional work is ultimately governed by the epistemological boundaries of information, which do not reside primarily in censorship or in propagandistic manipulation. Even in those cases, or perhaps precisely in those cases, in which a journalist’s clean intellectual conscience enables him or her to reveal true crises, extreme crimes, social disasters, or evident abuses of human rights – as we see happening throughout the global village today – the journalist’s most radical testimony still will not challenge the condition of passivity that structurally defines the information media. When it comes to reports on genocide, or video clips of torture and executions, the greater the journalist’s professional integrity – delimited as always by the formats and idioms operant in the communications industry – the more apparent the journalist’s complicitous position as a narrator, as a betraying witness, as an onlooker reduced to impotence, becomes. The paradox of journalism in a society founded on spectacle is that professional competence as meta-author of the real is nevertheless not enough to move journalists beyond the same “watch ‘n’ wait” condition that already condemns their humanist and techno-scientific counterparts to a state of irresponsibility and aphasia.
The intellectual: unlimited exile. Stranger to political and corporate power in this age of contempt and destruction; alienated from a culture of prêt-à-porter forms, categories, and values; expatriated from various pre-designed idioms; censured, confined to heavily monitored channels of information and fields of culture; bystander to the     spectacular wreck of the bloody spirit of history; expelled from the sacred origins of being; condemned to testify to the annihilation of the human. And yet it is still necessary to say no to non-being; no to exile; in the silence of being.


Translated by James A. Lorié

Eduardo Subirats is the author of El continente vacío (Mexico: Siglo XXI, 1994), Linterna Mágica (Madrid: Siruela, 1997),  Memoria y exilio (Madrid: Losada, 2003),  and Existencia sitiada (México: Fineo, 2006), among other books.


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[1] The novel was Published in the DDR in 1956 and banned in West Germany until 1981.
[2] The concept of the Christian ekklesia as a uniform “Third Race,” distinct from Judaism and paganism, was formulated in Patristic literature and was rooted in Paul’s political theology (Tomson 1990: 3). It was also the criticism that Hellenistic and Roman intellectuals directed at the Christian sect during the first two centuries of its history  (Harnack 1902: 197 ff.).