I cannot recount to you how many times over the past year or so I have thought to myself, “That’s just crazy.” Ever since the tragic death of George Floyd, it seems we have been inundated with a tsunami of stories purporting to expose the structural racism and white privilege endemic to the United States. The accusations stretch far and wide. They of course rain down almost daily upon your average white male heterosexual, a.k.a guilty, citizen. But these torrents are powerful enough to have burst through the heretofore unassailable defenses of even people such as Tom Hanks, the widely respected actor whose universal popularity and conventional liberal politics everyone assumed would have sheltered him from this storm. However, as even Mr. Hanks found out, this madness is widespread, and we are all drowning in it. As the great Brook Benton sang, “Feels like it’s raining all over the world.”
There was one story I read that particularly stood out, however. The facts of the incident are not especially notable as these things go today. It was the following sentence, however, that struck me like a thunderbolt from the heavens:
The story highlights the tensions between a student’s deeply felt sense of personal truth and facts that are at odds with it.
Michael Powell, New York Times, February 24, 2021
I began to wonder. Who is the most convinced of the absolute truth of their vision of the world, no matter the facts that are odds with it? Is it the preacher, the politician, the common man? No, it is none of them. It is the madman. The doubts of even a Mother Teresa have been well documented, but the certainty of Jim Jones was deadly. FDR tried one thing, and if didn’t work he’d try another. Hitler could not be swayed from his deeply felt sense of personal truth, to the tune of millions of deaths. The average man might jokingly speculate that he would do a better job than those in charge and therefore dream about being a king for a day. The lunatic has allowed his speculations, devoid of a sense of humor and a proper humility, to harden into the unassailable certainty that he really is the King of England in disguise.
THE CLEAN, WELL LIT PRISON OF ONE IDEA
In his masterwork, Orthodoxy, Chesterton entitles his second chapter “The Maniac”. In it he describes the commonalities materialist philosophers and academics in his time shared with the inhabitants of Hanwell, a London mental hospital. Rereading this chapter recently I finally understood why the word ‘crazy ‘ kept jumping into my head every time I heard one of those racism stories. It was because the stories were so marinated in the insanity known as Critical Race Theory (CRT). CRT is an academic theory, and its proponents and adherents are for the most part academics, which is to say rationalists. As an explanation for the world, CRT suffers from the same shortcoming as the materialists’ worldview did over a century ago: Their reasoning leads to madness.
I may shock the reader by admitting there is truth in some of what CRT argues. There is truth in it, in the same way it is true that the Earth and a golf ball are both spheres. But what a great amount of truth there is left out! Just like the lunatic, who papers his wall with photos and news clippings, all connected by push pins and string, CRT purports to explain a large many things. But whatever truths it might touch upon, it doesn’t explain them in a large way. Their logic may be as complete and symmetrical as a circle, but it is not a very large circle. It has only room enough for one idea, repeated over and over. One might ask of the CRT enthusiast, are there no other stories in the world except yours? Is there no other drama happening but the one starring you?
Quite simply, as Chesterton famously described it, the maniac is trapped “in the clean, well lit prison of one idea.” And unfortunately for us, that one idea…that one mad, mad idea…has leaked out of the asylum and, much like the Corona virus, infected the world. The young woman in the story linked to above is only capable of seeing the world through one lens. She, and the other adherents of CRT, have taken one idea and crammed the entire world into it. It is the mark of true madness: a logical completeness married to a spiritual contraction. Cynical nihilism coupled with boundless self regard. As Chesterton notes, how much larger your world would be if your self could become smaller in it.
The madman is not the man who has lost his reason. The madman is the man who has lost everything except his reason.
G.K. Chesterton
If we choose to continue to instantiate the limited vision of world defined by CRT, we will be choosing the path to madness. CRT, being a product of the academy, necessarily suffers from its flaws: the fatal combination of an expansive and exhaustive reason coupled with an almost complete absence of common sense. CRT is like the person who only can see the zebra as having a white coat with black stripes and is wholly incapable of summoning the imagination to see the zebra as black coated with white stripes.
THE NIGHTMARE…OR THE DREAM?
Did you ever notice that whenever someone describes a “nightmare”, their description invariably involves some variation of the same theme: endlessly falling into a dark oblivion, or repeatedly being chased by some monster, human or otherwise, or being compelled to face some other deep seated fear. In their vision they nearly always describe the experience as one of being stuck in some perverse twilight zone of fear and anxiety, where they are doomed to endlessly relive their terror, as if on a merry-go-round from Hell. It is interesting to note that insanity has been described, as much as it can be, in very similar terms. The lunatic is simply one who is experiencing the type of nightmare from which one never wakes up.
When, however, one recounts what they describe as a “dream”, the story is quite different. It often involves magical creatures who lead one on exciting if somewhat unintelligible adventures. Or often the drama is populated by old friends, or lost loved ones, and one has the chance to reenact happy moments and to make new ones. The entire tone and tenor of the experience speaks to a kind of mystical sanity, precisely opposite of the nightmare. The person recalling their dream has an expression of wonder and excitement at the possibility of it all, and they are anxious to have that dream again. Has anyone ever said that about a nightmare?
Not long ago…although in today’s climate it feels like a lifetime…when talking about the issue of race in this country, instead of the nightmare of CRT, we talked about our dreams. There was one man, a black man, who articulated that dream, that vision of who we could be, one hot summer day.
Of course he was a Christian preacher, a man who follows the Son. The Christian places the Son at the center of his universe and reasons out from there. His faith provides him with the mystical imagination, as Chesterton put it, to accept the mystery of Christ at the center of things so that all else in the world becomes intelligible.
In our universe the sun blazes on in the heavens, often somewhat hazy and mysterious, but it alone provides both light and heat. Its counterpart, on the other hand, is the cold, lifeless moon, floating in the darkness of dead space: light without heat, and only reflected light at that. CRT is a product of the academy, home to the rationalists and their cold, lifeless theories. It’s no coincidence the moon’s Latin name forms the root of the word lunatic.