Theodore Dalrymple

Descending and condescending

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Professor Furedi laments the passing of the public intellectuals of real stature: a thousand sound-bites don’t make one Bertrand Russell. I think, however, that he underestimates the extent to which the ideas of public intellectuals themselves undermined their own authority by means of the repetitious propagation of mistaken ideas, not least amongst which was a false historiography that saw the history of this country (and other countries) as nothing but a heroic struggle against privilege and oppression. Since most of them were themselves the product of privilege, either earned or inherited, it was only natural that they should turn their criticism on themselves, even if in doing so they were not entirely sincere.

At the root of our current cultural malaise — if you accept that cultural populism is disastrous from several points of view, as I do — is a failure to make a proper, and indeed vital, distinction, namely that between elitism and social exclusivity. While the intellectual and social elites, who owe their prominence to different qualities, may overlap, they are by no means identical, and have not been identical for hundreds of years. However, populist intellectuals have deliberately attempted to conflate the two in the popular imagination. A taste for what is best in art and thought is now often misrepresented in the press and in broadcasting as social snobbery. Such a conflation actually serves to reduce social mobility, and turns classes into hereditary castes.

As Professor Furedi points out, cultural populists are not democrats. They are responding to no impulse from below. There is no popular agitation to demand that the National Gallery should be made ‘accessible’ to the partially sighted, to those totally uninterested in art, or to Somali asylum-seekers. That it is free to all who wish to enter should be enough: but for the cultural populists, who also have the souls of bureaucrats, this is not enough; for it gives them no role to play, and no lever by which they may control society.

Cultural populism is condescension to the population by self-appointed philosopher-kings who, however, are rather weak on philosophy (they are rather better at divine right). They believe that the average man is not capable of appreciating high culture, and that therefore high culture should be lowered to meet his capacities. Our current cultural policies are therefore a cross between infantilisation and psychotherapy: infantilisation to ensure that nothing is beyond the grasp of anyone, and psychotherapy to make everyone feel good about himself. The virtue of a museum, therefore, is to be measured by the numbers who enter it, and by the degree to which those who enter it represent the population demographically. This is to assume that the population, while not up to very much, is nevertheless the best possible. Education is not learning, it is affirmation of everyone’s intrinsic worth.

Furedi’s prose, particularly in the first half of the book, sometimes exhibits the vices of his discipline, sociology. Isms and isations litter a page: one might call this the ismisation of prose, or alternatively isationism. But this should not put readers off; his little book deals, for the most part, bracingly and astringently with a vitally important question.

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