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BEYOND THE REAL

How El Greco’s mystical distortions, scribbled theories, and visions of divine light anticipated Turner, Cézanne, and modern art itself.

By Michael Cummins, Editor, August 28, 2025

He was called “the Greek” in Spain, a curt nickname born from the difficulty Castilian tongues had with his full name, Doménikos Theotokópoulos. The label was a mark of otherness, a constant reminder that he was an outsider. Yet the brevity of “El Greco” belied the expansiveness of his mind: he was a painter, to be sure, but also an architect, theorist, and restless philosopher. Francisco Pacheco, the gatekeeper of Spanish artistic orthodoxy who met him in 1611, was both baffled and impressed, remarking that he was “a great philosopher, sharp in his observations.” While his written treatises are now mostly lost, their essence survives in his marginalia—fevered notes scrawled beside Vasari and Vitruvius—and more profoundly, in his paintings, which became arguments on canvas.

But how does a painter argue without words? If Renaissance Florence had made disegno—the primacy of line and intellectual structure—the soul of painting, and Venice had claimed colore—the alchemy of pigment and sensual experience—then El Greco, a man who belonged to neither camp, forged a third way. He made philosophy the hidden scaffolding of every brushstroke, turning art from an act of representation into one of revelation: a vision of the world transfigured into metaphysical drama.

To understand the radical nature of his vision, one must first trace his journey. He was born in 1541 in Crete, then a Venetian colony and a last bastion of the Byzantine Empire’s cultural legacy. His first language as an artist was not the naturalism of the West but the gilded, otherworldly symbolism of the icon painter. In the icon tradition, the artist is not an inventor but a conduit; space is flat, figures are stylized, and light emanates not from a natural source but from the divine essence of the holy figures themselves. This was his inheritance: a belief that art’s purpose was to depict spiritual truth, not earthly reality. This foundation of anti-naturalism would remain the immovable bedrock of his entire career.

Then came Venice. Arriving in the bustling heart of the Renaissance colorists around 1567, the young Cretan must have been overwhelmed. The static, golden serenity of his homeland was replaced by the chaotic dynamism of a city that celebrated the senses. He entered the orbit of Titian, the undisputed master of color and texture, learning how paint could mimic the warmth of flesh, the luster of silk, and the shimmer of light on water. From Tintoretto, he absorbed a love for theatrical compositions, daring foreshortening, and a frenetic, almost nervous energy that made canvases feel like scenes of divine emergency. He was gathering tools, learning a new, expressive vocabulary. But unlike his Venetian peers, he had no interest in using this vocabulary to celebrate worldly splendor. He was a theologian collecting secular techniques for sacred purposes.

His next stop, Rome, should have been his coronation. Instead, it was a spectacular failure. In the capital of Christendom, the heart of the High Renaissance, El Greco’s fierce intellectual pride proved disastrous. He famously offered to repaint Michelangelo’s Last Judgment in the Sistine Chapel, a statement of such breathtaking arrogance that it alienated him from the city’s powerful artistic establishment. His critique was philosophical: he found Michelangelo’s heroic nudes beautiful, but lacking in devotion and spiritual decorum. For El Greco, even the most perfect anatomy was meaningless if it did not serve a higher, mystical purpose. Rejected by Rome, he set his sights on the final frontier of Catholic Europe: the Spain of Philip II.

He arrived in Toledo in 1577, and it was here, in this severe, isolated city perched on a granite hill, that his disparate identities—Byzantine mystic, Venetian colorist, humanist intellectual—fused into a singular, radical vision. What happens when a canvas ceases to be a mirror and becomes a ladder? Consider his Assumption of the Virgin, one of his first major commissions in Spain. On the ground, the apostles gather, their bodies stocky and earthbound, a cluster of bewildered humanity. Above them, Mary is drawn upward in an ecstatic spiral, her form elongated beyond nature, her robe a river of luminous, impossible red. The proportions are wrong; the light is spectral. This impossibility was precisely his argument. The Neoplatonic philosopher Plotinus had written of the soul’s journey away from the imperfections of matter toward the illumination of the One. El Greco, armed with Byzantine spirituality and Venetian painterliness, translated this metaphysical ascent into attenuated limbs and dissolving space. It was less anatomy than allegory—a vision of transcendence achieved through distortion.

This distortion was the core of his disruptive style. He dismantled the orderly, harmonious space of the Renaissance and reassembled it according to spiritual, not mathematical, laws. His compositions are often claustrophobic and overwhelmingly vertical, forcing the viewer’s eye upward, mirroring the soul’s ascent. In El Greco’s world, space is not a passive container for figures but an active, spiritual force. It churns, it compresses, it soars. This is the space of mystical experience, not of a surveyor’s grid.

His use of color was equally revolutionary. He rejected the balanced harmonies of his contemporaries for a palette that was deliberately dissonant and emotionally charged. His signature acid yellows, spectral whites, cold blues, and deep, wine-dark reds are not the colors of the natural world. They are the colors of vision, of ecstasy, of spiritual crisis. Light, too, is unyoked from physics. In his Transfiguration, Christ is not bathed in sunlight but radiates a phosphorescent, otherworldly glow that seems to bleach color and bend the laws of perception. This is the divine light described by the mystic Pseudo-Dionysius the Areopagite, a light that both reveals and obscures, dazzling the senses into submission.

Spain in the late sixteenth century was a furnace of such spiritual intensity. Teresa of Ávila was mapping the “interior castle” of the soul; John of the Cross was charting the “dark night” where the senses are stripped so the spirit can ascend. El Greco absorbed this atmosphere and gave it form. His saints are not serene figures of pious contemplation; they are conduits of divine energy. In The Ecstasy of St. Francis, the saint’s body is a convulsive arc of devotion, gaunt and elongated, his face transfixed by an unseen glory. El Greco’s figures do not merely pray; they are consumed by their vision.

Could a burial scene become a treatise on salvation? The Burial of the Count of Orgaz (1586) is the apotheosis of his art. The painting was commissioned to commemorate a 14th-century miracle in which Saints Augustine and Stephen descended from heaven to inter a famously pious nobleman. El Greco divides the canvas into two distinct realms. The lower half is anchored in the gravitas of earthly realism: a funereal frieze of Toledan nobles, their black robes and white ruffs rendered with meticulous, portrait-like detail. It is a world we can recognize. But directly above them, the celestial realm rips open in a vortex of cold light and attenuated forms, as the Count’s soul, a ghostly infant, is carried upward by an angel. The composition cleaves earthly ceremony from heavenly vision, only to bind them in a single, staggering drama. It is theology staged as theater, mysticism given an architecture.

This complete rejection of naturalism was not from a failure of skill but from a deep-seated philosophical conviction. He believed the artist’s task was to reveal an inner, essential reality. As he scribbled in the margins of his copy of Vasari’s Lives, novelty and invention—novità—must triumph over the slavish repetition of form. His distortions were arguments. The apostles in Pentecost seem aflame not only with tongues of fire but with their very bodies, which stretch upward like vertical flames. Even his brushwork, often left rough and unblended, was a philosophical provocation. Pacheco noted its “crudeness,” but El Greco defended it as expressive. The flickering, almost violent energy of his late brushwork denies the viewer the comfort of a polished, finished surface, forcing them to confront the raw immediacy of the creative act itself.

This intellectual confidence was honed in the margins of his library. Reading Vitruvius’s De Architectura, El Greco bristled at the tyranny of mathematical proportion. What are ratios and grids, he implied, when the soul perceives through the eye, not the compass? He was a philosopher with brushes, and his studio in Toledo was his academy.

His late works become even more daring, pushing the boundaries of painting toward pure expression. The Opening of the Fifth Seal is a vision of the apocalypse that is itself apocalyptic in form. St. John, a colossal figure in blue, gestures frantically toward heaven, surrounded by a chaotic tangle of naked souls whose bodies twist like ribbons of light. The composition is violently fragmentary, the space illogical and terrifying. It is a painting that feels centuries ahead of its time, a scream of spiritual fervor that would not be heard again until the German Expressionists.

This spiritual urgency was not confined to his religious narratives; he projected it onto the very earth and sky. His celebrated View of Toledo is one of the most radical landscapes in the history of Western art precisely because it is not a view at all, but a vision. Landscape painting as an independent genre was all but nonexistent in Spain, yet El Greco takes the city he called home and transforms it into a psychic event. He rearranges its landmarks, moving the cathedral to a more prominent position, subordinating topographical fact to dramatic truth. Above the city, the sky is a churning tempest of bruised, livid greens and ghostly whites, a psychic storm that seems to emanate from the same spiritual realm as his saints’ ecstasies. The light is cold, spectral, and unnerving, illuminating the city as if by a flash of lightning or divine revelation. Here, geography becomes theology. It is a city of the soul, suspended between earthly existence and divine judgment, rendered not as a place on a map but as a state of being.

And yet, long before the modernists would officially resurrect his name, his spirit found an unlikely heir. The path from El Greco’s phosphorescent theology to the elemental tempests of J.M.W. Turner is less a documented line of influence than a spiritual kinship that transcends it—an atmospheric pressure system moving across centuries. There is no ledger proving Turner studied El Greco, but the parallel logic is undeniable. Both artists arrived at the same revolutionary conclusion: light is not merely a tool for revealing form, but a force that can dissolve it.

What, after all, is The Burial of the Count of Orgaz if not a storm of divine luminosity breaking over earthly ceremony? Turner takes that same premise and strips it of saints and scripture, finding the same metaphysical drama in nature itself. In works like Snow Storm—Steam-Boat off a Harbour’s Mouth or Rain, Steam and Speed, the world dissolves into a vortex of energy where water, light, and matter become indistinguishable. El Greco’s light argues for heaven; Turner’s light argues that nature itself is a furnace of revelation. One calls it divine grace, the other calls it weather, but for both, light is the subject. If El Greco’s elongated figures are flames of faith reaching upward, Turner’s late landscapes are what remains after the figure has been entirely consumed by the flame—the human frame sublimated into atmosphere. Where El Greco made distortion the grammar of transcendence, Turner made abstraction the syntax of the sublime. For both, the painter is no longer a stenographer of appearances but a maker of intensities.

Why, then, was his genius so long unrecognized in formal histories? For centuries after his death in 1614, El Greco was dismissed as an eccentric, his distortions misunderstood as madness or, in a popular but baseless theory, the result of astigmatism. His reputation withered in the neat taxonomies of the Baroque and Neoclassicism, even as his spirit echoed in Turner’s vortices. But modernism, in its own revolt against academic realism, finally and fully rediscovered him. The Expressionists saw a forefather who painted inner states. Picasso, whose Les Demoiselles d’Avignon shares a shocking formal kinship with The Opening of the Fifth Seal, saw Cubism prefigured in his fragmentation of space. Rilke, mesmerized, wrote that his works “resemble prayers more than paintings.”

This rediscovery felt less like a correction than a homecoming. The nineteenth century needed a patron saint to legitimize emotion as structure; the modernists needed a precedent for breaking the figure without breaking the painting. They found both in the Cretan who learned color in Venice and ecstasy in Spain. In a final irony, the man who scribbled his rebellious thoughts in the margins of books became a guiding ghost in the margins of modernism.

Pacheco was right: he was a great philosopher. His philosophy was simply painted, not written. It is there in the luminous distortion, in saints elongated into flames and cities hovering between storm and spirit. His legacy is the radical proposition that the highest aim of art is not to imitate the world as it appears, but to reveal the world as it is truly seen—through the tumultuous, ecstatic, and clarifying lens of the soul.

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Culture, Essays, History, Philosophy, Politics

THE REPUBLIC OF VOICES

At the height of its power in 1364, Venice was a republic where eloquence was currency and every piazza a stage.

By Michael Cummins, Editor, August 24, 2025

The bells began before sunrise. Their iron tongues tolled across the lagoon, vibrating against the damp November air, carrying from the Campanile of San Marco to the Arsenal’s yards and into the canals of Cannaregio. This was Venice in 1364—at the height of its power, its fleets unrivaled in the Mediterranean, its markets setting the prices of silk and spice across Europe. The city sat at the hinge of East and West, commanding trade routes between Byzantium, the Mamluk Sultanate, and Western Christendom. Venetian galleys, sleek and maneuverable, patrolled waters thick with pirates, their timbers assembled in the Arsenale di Venezia, a proto-industrial marvel capable of producing a galley in a single day. Venice was wood, stone, and gold, but above all, it was sound. “The city is never silent,” one German pilgrim marveled, “every tongue of Christendom and beyond seems to shout at once.”

Venice’s supremacy was not abstract. Its colonies in Crete and Cyprus served as staging posts; its consulates dotted the Dalmatian coast. In Constantinople and Alexandria, Venetians lived in fortified fondaci—walled compounds where merchants traded under their own laws. The wealth of Murano’s glassmakers, Rialto’s bankers, and San Polo’s textile dyers depended on this vast maritime lattice. Even the Doge—Venice’s elected head of state, chosen for life from among the patrician class, part monarch, part magistrate but hemmed in by councils—was more merchant than monarch. Venetian nobility was not feudal but commercial: a patrician might chair the Senate one year and finance a convoy to the Levant the next. Bills of exchange, maritime insurance, joint-stock ventures—all pioneered here—reduced risk and turned uncertainty into empire.

Yet the republic was also built on voices. Speech was its second currency, flowing through churches, palaces, markets, and courts. Treaties were sealed with words before they were inked; rumors shifted markets as much as cargoes; sermons inflamed consciences long before decrees reached the streets.

In San Marco, the Basilica of mosaics and incense, the preacher’s voice dominated. On feast days friars addressed audiences that blurred patrician and plebeian, women and sailors, artisans and merchants. A Franciscan, recalling the Black Death, likened Venetian greed to “a contagion that spreads from house to house.” Andrea Dandolo, the Doge who also wrote a chronicle of his age, noted the murmurs of unease that followed. A parable about false shepherds might by nightfall become tavern gossip, retooled as an attack on patrician governors.

In 1364, Venice granted Petrarch a palazzo on the Riva degli Schiavoni in exchange for his library, a collection that would become the foundation of the Biblioteca Marciana. Known as the father of Humanism and now often called the father of the Italian Renaissance, he was among Europe’s most influential figures—poet of the Canzoniere, rediscoverer of Cicero’s letters, and advocate for the revival of classical eloquence. From his Venetian residence, he praised the city as “a republic not only of ships and laws, but of eloquence itself, where voices, raised in harmony or dissent, bind the state together.” For him, Venice was not only a naval empire but also a theater of speech.

Across the piazza in the Doge’s Palace, words carried a different weight. The cavernous Sala del Maggior Consiglio could hold a thousand patricians, their decisions shaping treaties and wars. The Doge spoke little, his ritual response to petitions—“Si vedrà”, “It will be seen”—an eloquence of restraint. More dramatic were the relazioni, oral reports of ambassadors returning from Constantinople or Cairo. Though later transcribed, in the fourteenth century they were performances. An envoy describing the Byzantine emperor’s throne gestured so vividly that senators felt transported to the imperial court.

Yet it was in the Rialto that Venice’s speech was most raw, where chatter became commerce and gossip became power. By day, the wooden bridge creaked under merchants and beggars, its planks worn smooth by boots from every corner of Europe. Below, spices from Alexandria, silk from Cathay, and pepper from India changed hands, but so too did stories. “The Rialto is a world itself,” wrote the chronicler Marino Sanudo, “where the news of all Christendom and beyond is traded swifter than spices.” Rumors of Ottoman fleets could shift the price of cinnamon. Satirical verses, recited sotto voce, mocked the deafness of patricians: “A house of nodding heads, deaf to its people.”

And when night fell, the Rialto became something else entirely. Carnival transformed it into a stage where anonymity and satire thrived. Masked singers, some of them patrician youths disguised as artisans, improvised verses lampooning senators and guild leaders. One chronicler described young nobles in Greek disguise singing ballads about the Senate’s obsession with ceremony. The laughter echoed across the Grand Canal, tolerated because, as Venetians said, “the republic breathes satire as easily as air.”

The Grand Canal itself was Venice’s liquid stage. By day it was an artery of commerce, alive with the slap of oars, the curses of gondoliers, the hammering of crates. By dusk the atmosphere shifted. Lanterns swayed from boats, their reflections shimmering across the black water. Gondoliers sang what would one day evolve into the barcarolle. Noble families staged boat processions with lutes and trumpets, music drifting across the canal in competing layers of sound. Commerce by day, serenade by night—the same canal a bazaar and a ballroom.

And then there was the Piazza San Marco, the great stage of the republic. On feast days, choirs filled the basilica, their plainsong swelling into polyphony that ricocheted off Byzantine domes. Trumpeters announced the Doge, banners unfurled, and processions wound through the square until, as Dandolo wrote, “the piazza shone with gold and sounded with voices and trumpets.” During Carnival, the sacred gave way to the profane: jugglers, acrobats, and improvisatori recited comic verses in dialect. A fire-breather might draw crowds near the bronze horses while a masked singer mocked senators. It was noisy, unruly, profoundly Venetian—a place where art, politics, and voice collided.

Artisans, too, had their stages. The scuole, confraternities of tradesmen, were gatherings where chants gave way to orations. Statutes might be inscribed, but obligations were enforced aloud. A shoemakers’ statute from 1360 commanded that “each master shall stand and speak before his fellows, giving account not only of his work but of his conduct.” Eloquence was honor; to falter was to risk shame.

The courts offered a harsher stage. Justice, too, was spoken. The Statuta Veneta emphasized testimony over parchment: “testimony is judged not by parchment but by voice.” In 1362, a fisherman accused of theft protested, “Non rubai, ma trovai.”—“I did not steal, I found.” His trembling voice, the notary observed, betrayed him. Eloquence could acquit; faltering speech could condemn.

And words could also damn. After the plague, prophets thundered in piazzas, sailors cursed saints in taverns, women repeated visions too vividly. One inquisitorial record recalls a woman accused of declaring, “the plague is God’s punishment for the pride of merchants.” Whether prophecy or lament, her words were evidence of heresy.

To live in Venice was to live in a polyphony of languages. From Dalmatia to Crete, Cyprus to Trebizond, the city’s empire infused it with voices. The pilgrim Ludolf of Sudheim marveled that in one square he heard “Latin, Greek, Saracen, and Hebrew, all arguing.” Translators ferried not only goods but ideas—fragments of Averroes, Byzantine theology, Jewish philosophy. Did a spice-seller at the Rialto know he was transmitting the seeds of the Renaissance?

In patrician libraries and monastic scriptoria, another kind of voice was taking shape: Aristotle and Thomas Aquinas, arriving in Latin translation, read aloud in candlelit chambers. By 1364, copies of Aristotle’s Politics and Nicomachean Ethics were circulating among patricians. What did it mean to live a life of virtue? Could the common good outweigh private interest? Such debates mattered in a republic balancing mercantile ambition with civic restraint.

Thomas Aquinas, too, was debated in Dominican houses. His Summa Theologica offered a scaffolding that united reason and faith. Did divine law supersede human law, or did the latter participate in the former? A friar might thunder against usury on Sunday while echoing Aquinas’s careful distinctions on just exchange.

What is striking is that these scholastic voices did not remain confined to cloisters. They mingled with guild disputations, senatorial deliberations, carnival satire. And just beyond the horizon, Humanism was stirring. Petrarch, uneasy yet pivotal, urged Venetians to recover eloquence from Cicero and Livy. The republic was poised between worlds: the scholastic synthesis of Aquinas and the humanist insistence that civic life could be ennobled by rhetoric and classical virtue. Venice in 1364 was thus not only a theater of speech but also a laboratory of ideas.

At dusk, the bells tolled once more. Gondoliers sang across the black canal, masked youths mocked senators in the Rialto, choirs rehearsed in San Marco. Senators lingered in debate, artisans rehearsed speeches, children recited prayers before sleep. Venice in 1364 was not only a republic of ships, coins, and statutes. It was a republic of voices. Andrea Dandolo wrote that “our city is a harmony of voices, discordant yet united, a choir upon the waters.”

Perhaps that is the truest way to understand the city at its zenith. Its power lay not only in fleets or treaties, but in the ceaseless interplay of sound and sense: the preacher stirring unease, the envoy swaying senators, the gondolier echoing Aristotle, the satirist mocking the elite. The same city that hammered out galleys in the Arsenale was also hammering out philosophies in its libraries, rhythms in its shipyards, and laughter in its carnivals. To live in Venice in 1364 was to inhabit a world where speech, spectacle, and speculation were indivisible, where every bridge or piazza might become a stage. The republic endured not because it silenced discord but because it orchestrated it—turning sermon, satire, and song into the polyphony of civic life. Venice was, and remains, a choir upon the waters.

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Essays, Government, History, Opinion, Politics

The Envelope of Democracy

How a practice born on Civil War battlefields became the latest front in America’s fight over trust, law, and the vote.

By Michael Cummins, Editor, August 23, 2025

On a raw November morning in 1864, somewhere in a Union encampment in Virginia, soldiers bent over makeshift tables to mark their ballots. The war was not yet won; Grant’s men were still grinding through the trenches around Petersburg. Yet Abraham Lincoln insisted that these men, scattered across muddy fields and far from home, should not be denied the right to vote. Their ballots were gathered, sealed, and carried by courier and rail to their home states, where clerks would tally them beside those cast in person. For the first time in American history, large numbers of citizens voted from a distance—an innovation spread across 19 Union states by hasty wartime statutes and improvised procedures (National Park Service; Smithsonian).

Lincoln understood the stakes. After the votes were counted, he marveled that “a people’s government can sustain a national election, in the midst of a great civil war” (Library of Congress). To deny soldiers their ballots was to deny the Union the very legitimacy for which it fought. Then, as now, critics fretted about fraud and undue influence: Democrats accused Republicans of manufacturing ballots in the field; rumors spread of generals pressuring soldiers to vote for Lincoln. Newspapers thundered warnings about the dilution of the franchise. But the republic held. Soldiers voted, the ballots were counted, and Lincoln was re-elected.

A century and a half later, the envelope has become a battlefield again. Donald Trump has promised to “end mail-in ballots” and scrap voting machines, declaring them corrupt, even while bipartisan experts explain that nearly all U.S. ballots are already paper, with machines used only for tabulation and auditing (AP; Bipartisan Policy Center). The paradox is striking: modern tabulators are faster and more accurate than human tallies, while hand counts are prone to fatigue and error (Time).

But how did a practice with Civil War pedigree come to be portrayed as a threat to democracy itself? What, at root, do Americans fear when they fear the mailed ballot?

In a Phoenix suburb not long ago, a first-time voter—call her Teresa—dropped her ballot at a post office with pride. She liked the ritual: filling it out at her kitchen table, checking the boxes twice, signing carefully. Weeks later, she learned her ballot had been rejected for a signature mismatch with an old ID on file. She had, without knowing it, missed the deadline to “cure” her ballot. “It felt like I didn’t exist,” one young Arizonan told NPR, voicing the frustration of many. Across the country, younger and minority voters are disproportionately likely to have their mail ballots rejected for administrative reasons such as missing signatures or late arrival. If fraud by mail is vanishingly rare, disenfranchisement by process is not.

Meanwhile, on the factory floor of American vote-by-mail, the ordinary hum of democratic labor continues. Oregon has conducted its elections almost entirely by mail for a quarter century, with consistently high participation and confidence (Oregon Secretary of State). Colorado followed with its own all-mail model, paired with automatic registration, ballot tracking, and risk-limiting audits (Colorado Secretary of State). Washington and Utah have joined in similar fashion. Election officials talk about the efficiency of central counting centers, the ease of auditing paper ballots, the increased access for rural and working-class voters. One clerk described her office during election week as “a warehouse of democracy,” envelopes stacked in trays, staff bent over machines that scan and sort. In one corner, a team compares signatures with the care of art historians verifying provenance. The scene is not sinister but oddly moving: democracy reduced to thousands of small acts of faith, each envelope a declaration that one voice counts.

And yet suspicion lingers. Part of it is ritual. The image of democracy for generations has been the polling place: chalkboard schedules, folding booths, poll books fat with names. The mailed ballot decentralizes the ceremony. It moves civic action into kitchens and break rooms, onto couches and barracks bunks. For some, invisibility breeds mistrust; for others, it is the genius of the thing—citizenship woven into home life, not just performed in public.

Part of the anxiety is legal. The Constitution’s Elections Clause gives the states authority over the “Times, Places and Manner” of congressional elections but empowers Congress to “make or alter such Regulations” (Constitution Annotated). Presidents have no such power. The White House cannot ban absentee ballots by decree. Congress could attempt to standardize or limit the use of mail ballots in federal elections—though any sweeping restriction would run headlong into litigation from voters who cannot be present on Election Day, from soldiers on deployment to homebound citizens.

And we have seen how precarious counting can be when law and logistics collide. In 2000, Florida’s election—and the presidency—turned not on fraud but on ballots: “hanging chads,” the ambiguous punch-card remnants that confounded machines and humans alike. The Supreme Court’s decision in Bush v. Gore halted a chaotic recount and left many Americans convinced that the true count would forever be unknowable (Oyez). The lesson was not that ballots are fraudulent, mailed or otherwise, but that the process of counting and verifying them is fragile, and that the legitimacy of outcomes depends on rules agreed to before the tally begins.

It is tempting, in moments of panic, to look abroad for calibration. In the United Kingdom, postal ballots are an ordinary convenience governed by clear rules (UK Electoral Commission). Canadians deploy a “special ballot” system that lets voters cast by post from the Yukon to Kandahar (Elections Canada). The Swiss have made postal voting a workaday part of civic life (Swiss Confederation). Fraud exists everywhere—but serious cases are exceptional, detected, and punished.

Back home, the research is blunt. The Brennan Center for Justice finds that fraud in mail balloting is “virtually nonexistent.” A Stanford–MIT study found that universal vote-by-mail programs in California, Utah, and Washington had no partisan effect—undercutting claims that the method “rigs” outcomes rather than simply broadening access. And those claims that machines slow results? Election administrators, backed by Wisconsin Watch, explain that hand counts tend to be slower and less accurate, while scanners paired with paper ballots and audits deliver both speed and verifiability.

Still, mistrust metastasizes, not from facts but from fear. A rumor in Georgia about “suitcases of ballots,” long debunked, lingers as a meme. A Michigan voter insists he saw a neighbor mail five envelopes, unaware they were for a household of five registered voters. Conspiracy thrives in the gap between visibility and imagination.

Yet even as the mailed ballot feels embattled, the next frontier is already under debate. In recent years, pilot projects have tested whether citizens might someday cast votes on their phones or laptops, secured not by envelopes but by cryptographic ledgers. The mobile voting platform Voatz, used experimentally in West Virginia and a few municipal elections, drew headlines for its promise of accessibility but also for its flaws: researchers at MIT found vulnerabilities tied to third-party cloud storage and weak authentication, prompting urgent warnings (MIT Technology Review). GoatBytes’ 2023 review noted that blockchain frameworks like Hyperledger Sawtooth and Fabric might one day offer stronger, verifiable digital ballots, and even the U.S. Postal Service has patented a blockchain-based mobile voting system (USPTO Patent). Capitol Technology University traced this shift as the latest stage in the long evolution from paper to punch cards to optical scanners, with AI now assisting ballot tabulation (Capitol Tech University). For proponents, mobile systems are less about novelty than necessity: the disabled veteran, the soldier abroad, the homebound elder—all could vote with a tap.

But here, too, the fault lines are visible. The American Bar Association recently cautioned that while blockchain and smartphone voting might expand access, they raise thorny questions about privacy, coercion, and verification—how to ensure a vote cast on a personal device is both secret and authentic. TIME Magazine spotlighted the allure of digital voting for those long underserved by the system, even as groups like Verified Voting warned that premature adoption could expose elections to risks far graver than those posed by paper mail ballots (TIME). In this telling, technology is Janus-faced: a path to broaden democracy’s reach, and a Pandora’s box of new vulnerabilities. If the mailed envelope embodies trust carried by hand, the mobile ballot would ask citizens to entrust their franchise to lines of code. Whether Americans are ready to make that leap remains an open question.

If there is a flaw to worry about, it is not the specter of rampant fraud, but the small, fixable frictions that disenfranchise well-meaning voters: needlessly strict signature-match policies, short cure windows, postal delays for ballots requested late, confusing instructions, and uneven funding for local election offices. The remedy comes not from abolishing the envelope, but from investing in the infrastructure around it: clear statewide standards for verification and cure; robust voter education about deadlines; modernized voter registration databases; secure drop boxes; and the budget lines that let county clerks hire and train staff.

In the end, the mailed ballot is less a departure from American tradition than a continuation of it. The ritual has changed—less courthouse, more kitchen table—but the bargain is the same. When a soldier in 1864 dropped his folded ballot into a wooden box, he entrusted strangers to carry it home. When a modern voter seals an envelope in Denver or Tacoma, she entrusts a chain of clerks, scanners, and auditors. Trust, not spectacle, is the beating heart of the system.

And perhaps that is why the envelope matters so much now. To defend it is not merely to defend convenience; it is to defend a vision of democracy capacious enough to reach the absent, the disabled, the far-flung, the over-scheduled—our fellow citizens whose lives do not always bend to a Tuesday line at a nearby gym. To reject it is to narrow the franchise to those who can appear on command.

Imagine Lincoln again, weary at the White House in the fall of 1864, reading dispatches about alleged fraud in soldier ballots and still insisting the votes be counted. Imagine a first-time voter in Phoenix who lost her chance over a mismatched squiggle, and the next one who won’t because the state clarified its cure rules. Imagine the county clerk who will never trend on social media, but who builds public confidence day by day with plain procedures and paper trails.

At the end of the day, American democracy may still come down to envelopes—white, yellow, blue—carried in postal bins, stacked in counting rooms, marked by the smudges of human hands. They are fragile, yes, but they are resilient too. The Civil War ballots survived trains and rivers; today’s ballots survive disinformation and delay. The act is the same: a citizen marks a choice, seals it, and sends it forth with faith that it will be received. If democracy is government of, by, and for the people, then every envelope is its emissary.

What would we lose if we tore that emissary up? Not only the votes of those who cannot stand in line, but the habit of trust that keeps the republic breathing. Better, then, to do what we have done at our best moments—to keep counting, keep auditing, keep improving, keep faith. The mailed ballot is not a relic of pandemic panic; it is a tested tool of a sprawling republic that has always asked its citizens to speak from wherever they are.

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Commerce, Culture, Economics, Essays, History

The Silvered City with a Fevered Heart

In 1590, the Spanish port of Seville was the epicenter of the first global economy—a city drowning in silver, haunted by plagues, and inventing the anxieties we now know all too well. Its story is a warning.

By Michael Cummins, Editor, August 20, 2025

Before there was Wall Street, London, or Shanghai, there was Seville. We live today in a world defined by intricate global supply chains, where fortunes are made on the abstract flow of capital and data, and where a single ship stuck in a canal can trigger worldwide anxiety. We know the feeling of living in a hyper-connected age, with all its dizzying wealth and its profound fragility. We talk of unicorn companies, bubbles, and systemic risk, sensing that the towering edifice of our prosperity rests on foundations we don’t fully understand. But what did the very first version of that world feel like, before the risks were modeled and the consequences were known?

To understand the unnerving vertigo of our own time, you have to go back to a muddy river in southern Spain, four centuries ago, when the modern world was being born in a flash of silver and blood. You have to imagine a spring morning in 1590.

At first light, the galleon Nuestra Señora de la Merced drifts slowly up the Guadalquivir River. Its sails, slack after the long Atlantic crossing from Panama, are stained with salt and sea-spray. Its sturdy Iberian oak hull, scarred by shipworms and storms, creaks under the registered weight of 500 tons. On the bustling Arenal waterfront, a dockworker named Mateo shields his eyes against the rising sun. He sees not a symbol of imperial glory, but the promise of a day’s wage, the chance to buy bread for his family at a price that seems to climb higher every month. His ropes are coiled in calloused hands, the air thick around him with the smell of pitch, citrus, and the river’s brackish breath.

Further back, shielded from the morning sun in the arcaded loggias of the Calle de las Gradas, men of a different class watch the same ship with a far more specific terror. A Genoese banker in sober black silk mentally calculates the interest on the massive loan he extended to King Philip II, a loan secured against this very shipment. Beside him, a Castilian merchant, having mortgaged his ancestral lands to finance a speculative cargo of wine and olive oil on the outgoing voyage, feels a tremor of hope and fear. Was the voyage profitable? Did pirates strike? Did the storms claim his fortune?

In a dusty office nearby, a scribe from the Casa de la Contratación—the formidable House of Trade—readies his quills and ledgers. He will spend the day recording every ingot, every barrel, every notarized claim, his neat columns tracking the quinto real, the “royal fifth,” the 20% tax on all precious metals that funds Spain’s sprawling wars in Flanders and the Mediterranean. In this moment, a city of nearly 150,000 souls—the largest and most important in Castile—holds its breath. The Guadalquivir carries not only treasure but the very lifeblood of an empire. And with it, a new kind of global pulse.

For nearly a century, Seville held the absolute monopoly on all trade with the Americas. Granted by the crown in 1503, this privilege meant every ounce of silver from the great mountain-mine of Potosí, every barrel of cochineal dye, every crate of indigo, and every human being—whether a returning colonist, a hopeful migrant, or an enslaved African—was funneled through its port. It was not merely a metropolis; it was a complex, living organism. Its artery was the river; its brain was the bureaucracy of the Casa; its beating heart was the Plaza de San Francisco, where coin, credit, and rumor changed hands with dizzying speed.

The brain of this operation, the Casa de la Contratación, was an institution without precedent. It was a combination of a shipping board, a research institute, and a supreme court for all maritime affairs. Within its walls, master cartographers secretly updated the Padrón Real, the master map of the New World, a document of such immense geopolitical value that its theft would be a blow to the entire empire. Its school for pilots trained men to navigate by the stars to a world that was, to most Europeans, still a realm of myth. The Casa licensed every ship, certified every sailor, and processed every manifest. It was the centralized, bureaucratic engine of the world’s first truly global enterprise.

The lifeblood of the system was the annual treasure fleet, the Flota de Indias. This convoy system, a necessity born from the existential threat of French and English privateers, was a marvel of logistics. Sailing in two main branches—one to Mexico, the other to Panama to collect the silver of Peru—the fleets were floating cities, military and commercial operations of immense scale. Their return, usually in late spring, was the moment the imperial heart beat loudest. The sheer volume of wealth was staggering. According to the foundational economic data compiled by Earl J. Hamilton, in the two decades from 1581 to 1600, over 52 million pesos in silver and gold were officially registered passing through Seville. The clang of heavy presses striking that silver into the iconic reales de a ocho, or pieces of eight—the world’s first global currency—echoed from the Royal Mint near the river.

This deluge of wealth transformed the city. To manage the booming trade, construction had begun in 1584 on a grand new merchant exchange, the Casa Lonja de Mercaderes. Designed by Juan de Herrera, the architect of the king’s austere Escorial palace, its monumental Renaissance style was a physical manifestation of Seville’s self-image: ordered, powerful, and the nerve center of a global Christian empire. The great Gothic Cathedral, already one of the largest in Christendom, glittered with new silver candlesticks and gold-leafed altarpieces forged from American bullion. The city attracted a complex web of foreign merchants and bankers who operated in a state of symbiotic tension with the Spanish crown. As historian Eberhard Crailsheim explains, foreign merchants were “indispensable for the functioning of the Spanish monopoly system, while at the same time they were its greatest threat.” They provided the credit and financial instruments the empire desperately needed, ensuring that American silver circulated rapidly into the European economy to pay the crown’s debts, often before it had even been unloaded at the Arenal.

But this firehose of silver was never pure. The same river that delivered the bullion also carried plague, contraband, and devastating floodwaters. That river of wealth was also a river of poison.

The most visceral fear was disease. Each arriving fleet was a potential vector for an epidemic. Ships from the Caribbean, their crews weakened by months at sea and ravaged by scurvy, disgorged sailors carrying typhus, smallpox, and what was then called vómito negro (yellow fever) into the densely packed, unsanitary tenements of the Triana neighborhood across the river. An outbreak meant sudden, terrifying death. It meant closed gates, armed guards preventing travel, and the dreaded chalk mark on the door of an infected house. While the truly catastrophic Great Castilian Plague of 1596–1601, which would kill a quarter of the city’s population, was still a few years away, smaller outbreaks kept the city in a perpetual state of anxiety.

Economic contagion was just as insidious. The endless flood of American silver triggered a century-long inflationary crisis known as the Price Revolution. As the money supply swelled, the value of each coin fell, and the price of everything—from bread and wine to cloth and rent—skyrocketed. A blacksmith or farmer in the Castilian countryside found himself poorer each year, his labor worth less and less. The very treasure that enriched the king and a small class of merchants was simultaneously impoverishing the kingdom. This paradox revealed the empire’s core fragility: it was living on credit, perpetually on the verge of bankruptcy (which it would declare again in 1596), its vast military and political ambitions financed by treasure it had not yet received.

Illicit trade pulsed through the artery with the same rhythm as legal commerce. Silver was smuggled to avoid the quinto real, often with the collusion of the very officials meant to prevent it. Forbidden books—Protestant tracts from Northern Europe or scientific texts deemed heretical—were hidden in barrels and circulated in the city’s more than one hundred taverns. And in the shadows of the Cathedral, a teeming underworld flourished. This was the world Miguel de Cervantes knew intimately. In the late 1580s, he served in Seville as a naval commissary, requisitioning wheat and olive oil for the navy—a frustrating job that landed him in jail and exposed him to the city’s seedy underbelly. His experience shaped his picaresque tale Rinconete y Cortadillo, a brilliant portrait of a city of hustlers, thieves, and corrupt officials who had created a perfect, parasitic society in the shadow of imperial wealth.

The Guadalquivir itself, the source of all this prosperity, was turning against the city. Centuries of deforestation and agricultural runoff were causing the river channel to silt up, creating treacherous sandbars near its mouth. As modern hydrological studies confirm, the late sixteenth century was a period of extreme environmental change in the estuary. At the time, the city’s frequent, devastating floods were interpreted as divine punishment for its sins of greed and luxury. In reality, it was a slow, man-made thrombosis. The great artery was hardening.

In a city defined by such spectacular contradictions—unimaginable wealth and desperate poverty, global connection and epidemic disease, rigid piety and rampant crime—life was lived on a knife’s edge. To manage these profound anxieties, Seville transformed itself into a grand stage, and the river became the backdrop for its most important dramas of power, faith, and identity.

The sensory experience of the port was an unforgettable piece of theater. Chroniclers describe the overwhelming smells of spices and sewage, the cacophony of ships’ bells and construction cranes, and the shouts of sailors in a dozen languages. Enslaved West Africans loaded and unloaded cargo in the grueling sun, their forced labor the invisible foundation of the entire enterprise. Moorish artisans crafted vibrant ceramics in Triana, while Flemish merchants in lace collars inspected textiles near the Casa Lonja. It was a microcosm of a new, globalized world, assembled by force and commerce on the banks of a single river.

To contain the social and spiritual anxieties this world produced, the city deployed the power of art and ritual. Painters of the emerging Seville School, like Francisco Pacheco, experimented with dramatic chiaroscuro, their canvases echoing the city’s tension between divine order and worldly excess. The church, enriched beyond measure by the tithes on American silver, became the primary patron of this art. As historian Amanda Wunder argues in her book Baroque Seville, these spectacular displays were essential civic mechanisms. The city, she writes, sought to “transmute the New World’s silver into a spiritual treasure that could be stored up in heaven” as a defense against the very instability that wealth created.

Nowhere was this clearer than during the feast of Corpus Christi, the city’s most important celebration. The streets were covered in flowers. The great guilds marched with their banners. And at the heart of the procession was the custodia, an immense, fortress-like monstrance of solid silver, paraded through the city as a tangible symbol of God’s presence. This was not mere decoration; it was a carefully choreographed piece of public therapy. It took the source of the city’s anxiety—silver—and transformed it into an object of sacred devotion, reassuring the populace that their chaotic world was still under divine control. In this baroque theater, as the eminent historian Antonio Domínguez Ortiz noted, Seville’s greatness was inseparable from its “spectacular fragility.”

Overseeing this entire performance was the Holy Office of the Inquisition, its headquarters looming in the castle of Triana. The Inquisition was not just hunting heretics; it was policing the boundaries of thought and expression in a dangerously cosmopolitan city. Its public trials, the autos-da-fé, were another, darker form of theater, designed to root out dissent and reinforce social order. Its presence created a climate of suspicion that simmered beneath the city’s vibrant surface.

The year 1590 was, in retrospect, a historical precipice. To a contemporary observer standing on the Triana bridge, watching the forest of masts on the river, Seville must have seemed invincible, the permanent heart of a permanent empire. The monumental walls of the Casa Lonja were rising, the mint’s hammers clanged incessantly, and the Cathedral shone with American treasure.

Yet within its very triumph lay the seeds of its decay. The shocking defeat of the Spanish Armada just two years prior had been a blow to both the treasury and the national psyche. The bankruptcy of 1596 loomed. The river’s sedimentation was worsening, a physical reality that would, over the next few decades, slowly choke the port and eventually divert the monopoly of trade to Cádiz. The great artery was silting, even as its pulse quickened.

Still, to walk the riverbank in 1590 was to witness the apex. Children stared at ships vanishing over the horizon toward a nearly mythical world; merchants prayed over contracts sealed with a handshake; artisans fashioned silver into monstrances of breathtaking complexity. The Guadalquivir carried all these flows—material, sensory, and symbolic. Its pulse was not merely economic; it was emotional, theological, and aesthetic. A popular epithet of the time called Seville “the city where the world’s heart beats.” In 1590, that heartbeat was fevered, irregular, and already trembling with overexertion—but it was magnificent.

At dusk, as the river darkened to ink, the silver locked away in the city’s coffers seemed to gleam like a heart beating too fast, too bright, and far too fragile to last. In that shimmer lay the paradox of Seville: a city at once glorious and doomed, sustained and threatened by the very waters that had forged its destiny. It’s a paradox baked into the very nature of globalization—a fevered heartbeat we can still hear in the rhythm of our own world.

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Arts & Literature, Culture, Essays, History, Philosophy, Politics

THE COURAGE TO QUESTION: HOW AN EMPIRE WAS BUILT

By Michael Cummins, Editor, August 16, 2025

The memory of the Islamic Golden Age evokes powerful images: Baghdad’s legendary House of Wisdom, a beacon of scholarship for the world’s greatest minds; the astronomical observatories of Samarkand, mapping the heavens with unprecedented precision; the grand libraries of Córdoba, containing more books than all of Europe combined. For roughly five centuries, from the 8th to the 13th, the Islamic world was the undisputed global epicenter of science, philosophy, and culture. Its innovations gifted humanity algebra and algorithms, advanced surgical techniques, and the classical Greek philosophy that would later fuel the European Renaissance.

This flourishing was no accident. It was the direct result of a powerful, synergistic formula: the fusion of a voracious, institutionalized curiosity with strategic state patronage and a climate of relative tolerance. Yet, its eventual decline offers an equally crucial lesson—that such a vibrant ecosystem is fragile. Its vitality is contingent on maintaining an open spirit of inquiry, the closing of which precedes stagnation and decay. The story of the Islamic Golden Age, told through its twin centers of Baghdad and Córdoba, is therefore both an inspiring blueprint for civilizational greatness and a timeless cautionary tale of how easily it can be lost.

The Engine: A Genius for Synthesis

The foundation of the Golden Age was its genius for synthesis. It was an institutionalized curiosity that understood new knowledge is forged by actively seeking out, challenging, and combining the wisdom of others. As the scholar Dimitri Gutas argues in his seminal work, Greek Thought, Arabic Culture, this was not a random burst of energy but a deliberate, state-sponsored project driven by the “social and political imperatives of a new empire.” The Abbasid Caliphs, having established their capital in Baghdad in 762, sat at the crossroads of the Persian, Byzantine, and Indian worlds. Rather than view the intellectual traditions of these conquered or rival lands as a threat, they saw them as an invaluable resource for building a universalist imperial ideology.

This conviction gave rise to the Translation Movement, a massive, state-funded effort to translate the great works of science, medicine, and philosophy into Arabic. The nerve center of this project was Baghdad’s House of Wisdom (Bayt al-Hikmah). Far more than a library, it was a dynamic academy, a translation bureau, and a research institute where scholars from across the known world collaborated.

Their goal was never mere preservation. As the historian George Saliba demonstrates, they were active innovators who critically engaged with, corrected, and vastly expanded upon ancient texts. Ptolemy’s astronomical model in the Almagest was not just translated; it was rigorously tested in new observatories, its mathematical errors identified, and its cosmological assumptions challenged by thinkers like Ibn al-Haytham (Alhazen), whose work on optics overturned centuries of classical theory.

He did not simply import knowledge; he synthesized it into something new.

This process created a powerful intellectual alchemy. In mathematics, Muhammad ibn Musa al-Khwarizmi, a Persian scholar at the House of Wisdom, encountered the revolutionary numeral system from India, which included the concept of zero. He fused this with the geometric principles of the Greeks to create a new discipline he outlined in his landmark book, The Compendious Book on Calculation by Completion and Balancing. From the title’s key term, al-jabr (‘completion’ or ‘restoring’), the world received algebra—a tool for abstract problem-solving that would transform the world.

This same engine of synthesis, fueled by a competitive spirit, was humming thousands of miles away in Al-Andalus. In its capital, Córdoba, the physician Al-Zahrawi (Abulcasis), often called the father of modern surgery, compiled the Al-Tasrif, a thirty-volume medical encyclopedia. It was a monumental synthesis of classical medical knowledge with his own pioneering innovations, introducing the use of catgut for internal stitches and designing dozens of new surgical instruments that would define European medical practice for centuries. In philosophy, the Córdoban thinker Ibn Rushd (Averroes) produced radical commentaries on Aristotle that were so influential he became known simply as “The Commentator” in medieval Europe. He sought to demonstrate that reason and revelation were not in conflict but were two paths to the same truth, a bold intellectual project that would profoundly reshape Western scholasticism.

The Fuel: Strategic Investment in Knowledge

This intellectual engine was deliberately and lavishly fueled by rulers who saw investment in knowledge as a cornerstone of state power, prestige, and practical advantage. The immense wealth of the Abbasid Caliphate, derived from its control of global trade routes, made this grand-scale patronage possible. This power was materialized in Baghdad itself, Caliph al-Mansur’s perfectly circular “City of Peace,” an architectural marvel with the caliph’s palace and the grand mosque at its absolute center, symbolizing his position as the axis of the world. Later Abbasid palaces were sprawling complexes of exquisite gardens, cool marble halls, and courtyards filled with intricate fountains and exotic animals—dazzling stages for courtly life where poets, musicians, and scholars vied for the caliph’s favor.

It was within these opulent settings that legendary patrons like Harun al-Rashid and his son, al-Ma’mun, held court. Al-Ma’mun, a rationalist thinker himself, is said to have been inspired by a dream in which he conversed with Aristotle. He poured vast resources into the House of Wisdom, funding expeditions to Byzantium to acquire rare manuscripts and reportedly paying translators their weight in gold.

This model of state-sponsored knowledge was pursued with competitive fervor in Al-Andalus. In Córdoba, the Umayyad Caliph Abd al-Rahman III sought to build a capital that would eclipse all rivals. A few miles outside the city, he constructed a fabled palace-city, Madinat al-Zahra (“the shining city”). It was a breathtaking statement of power, built in terraces on a mountainside with thousands of imported marble columns. Its audience chambers were adorned with ivory and ebony, and at the center of the most magnificent hall lay a basin filled with shimmering quicksilver, which, when agitated, would flood the room with dazzling reflections of light.

This was a “war of culture” in which libraries were arsenals and palaces were declarations of supremacy. It was in this environment that Al-Hakam II, Abd al-Rahman’s son, amassed his legendary library of over 400,000 volumes, a beacon of knowledge designed to outshine Baghdad itself. This rivalry between distant capitals created a powerful ecosystem for genius, establishing a lasting infrastructure for discovery that attracted the best minds from every corner of the globe.

The Superpower: Pragmatic and Inclusive Tolerance

The era’s intellectual and financial investments were supercharged by a climate of relative tolerance. This was not a modern, egalitarian pluralism, but a practical and strategic inclusion that prevented intellectual monocultures and proved to be a civilizational superpower. As María Rosa Menocal writes in The Ornament of the World, this was a culture capable of a “first-rate pluralism,” where contradictions were not just tolerated but were often the source of creative energy.

The work of the Golden Age was a multi-faith and multi-ethnic endeavor. In Baghdad, the chief translator at the House of Wisdom and the most important medical scholar of his time, Hunayn ibn Ishaq, was a Nestorian Christian. A master of four languages—Syriac, Arabic, Greek, and Persian—he established a rigorous methodology, collecting multiple manuscript versions of a text to ensure the most accurate translation. For generations, Christian physicians from the Bakhtishu’ family served as personal doctors to the Abbasid caliphs.

This principle was just as potent in the West. In Córdoba, the court of Abd al-Rahman III thrived on the talents of figures like Hasdai ibn Shaprut, a Jewish physician and scholar who rose to become the caliph’s most trusted diplomat and vizier. He not only managed foreign policy but also used his position to patronize Hebrew poets and grammarians, fostering a golden age of Jewish culture that flourished in the heart of Islamic Spain. This was made possible by the dhimmi (protected peoples) system, which, while hierarchical, guaranteed non-Muslims the right to practice their faith and participate in intellectual life. In the realms of science and philosophy, merit and skill were often the ultimate currency. This diversity was the Golden Age’s secret weapon.

The Cautionary Tale: The Closing of the Mind

The Golden Age did not end simply with the hoofbeats of Mongol horses in 1258. Its decline was a prolonged grinding down of the audacious spirit of open inquiry. The Mongol sack of Baghdad was a devastating blow, but it struck a body already weakened by an internal intellectual malaise.

This cultural shift is often symbolized by the brilliant 11th-century theologian, Abu Hamid al-Ghazali. His influential critique of Hellenistic philosophy, The Incoherence of the Philosophers, was not an attack on reason itself—he was a master of it, who championed Aristotelian logic as a necessary tool for theology. Rather, it was a powerful argument against what he saw as the metaphysical overreach of philosophers on matters that he believed could only be known through divine revelation. His work, however, was a symptom of a decisive cultural turn. The intellectual energy of the elite, and the patronage that supported it, began to be re-channeled—away from speculative, open-ended philosophy (falsafa) and towards the preservation and systematization of established religious doctrine.

The central questions shifted from “What can we discover?” to “How do we defend what we know?”

This was compounded by political fragmentation. As the central authority of the Abbasid Caliphate waned, insecure local rulers, like the Seljuk Turks, increasingly sought legitimacy by patronizing conservative religious scholars. Funding flowed toward madrasas focused on theology and law rather than independent scientific academies. When a culture begins to fear certain questions, it loses its ability to generate new answers. The great North African historian Ibn Khaldun, writing in the 14th century from the ruins of this intellectual world, diagnosed the decline with stunning clarity in his Muqaddimah. He observed that when civilizations become too comfortable and focused on preserving past glories, they lose the “group solidarity” and intellectual dynamism that made them great. This growing intellectual rigidity created a civilizational brittleness, leaving it vulnerable to catastrophic external shocks.

Conclusion: A Timeless Blueprint

The legacy of the Islamic Golden Age is a double-edged one. Its rise in both the East and West provides a clear blueprint for greatness, built on relentless curiosity, wise patronage, and pragmatic inclusion. This formula demonstrates that progress is a product of openness and investment. Its decline, however, is a stark warning. The erosion of that most crucial pillar—the open, questioning mind—preceded the civilization’s fall.

The essential lesson of this epic is that culture precedes power. The wealth, military strength, and political influence of the caliphates were not the cause of the Golden Age; they were the result of a culture confident enough to be curious, strong enough to tolerate dissent, and wise enough to invest in knowledge. The engine of its greatness was not the treasury, but the House of Wisdom and the Library of Córdoba. Consequently, its decline was not merely a political or military failure, but the late-stage symptom of an intellectual culture that had begun to value orthodoxy over inquiry. When the questions stopped, the innovations stopped, and the foundations of power crumbled from within.

This narrative is not a historical artifact. It is a timeless blueprint, revealing that the most critical infrastructure any society can build is not made of stone or steel, but of the institutions and values that protect and promote the open pursuit of knowledge. In our modern world, the House of Wisdom finds its echo in publicly funded research universities, in international scientific collaborations, and in the legal frameworks that protect free speech and intellectual inquiry. The patronage of al-Ma’mun is mirrored in the grants that fund basic research—the kind of open-ended exploration that may not have an immediate commercial application but is the seedbed of future revolutions. The tolerance of Córdoba is the argument for diversity in our labs, our boardrooms, and our governments, recognizing that a multiplicity of perspectives is not a liability to be managed, but a strategic asset that fuels innovation.

The open secret of the Golden Age is therefore not a secret at all, but a choice. It is the choice to believe that greatness is born from the courage to question, to synthesize, and to explore. It is the choice to see knowledge not as a finite territory to be defended, but as an infinite ocean to be discovered. The moment a society decides it already has all the answers—the moment it values certainty over curiosity—is the moment its decline becomes inevitable.

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Arts & Literature, Culture, Essays, History, Religion

The Multi-Faith Prosperity Of 10th-Century Córdoba

By Michael Cummins, Editor, August 13, 2025

While much of Christian Europe was mired in the intellectual and economic stagnation of the so-called “Dark Ages,” 10th-century Córdoba, the capital of the Umayyad Caliphate of al-Andalus, blazed as a singular exception in the medieval world. It was not merely its population of over 250,000, its paved streets, or its public baths that made it a marvel. The true marvel of Córdoba lay in its unprecedented model of intellectual and economic collaboration, a model that harnessed the talents of its diverse Muslim, Jewish, and Christian populations. While modern historians like [suspicious link removed] have rightly challenged the romanticized notion of a perfect convivencia—or coexistence—there is no denying that the collective contributions of its Jewish and Christian communities were not peripheral. They were, in fact, integral to the caliphate’s rise as a preeminent power, forging a society so unique that it stands apart in human history.

This era’s success was a testament to a pragmatic, collaborative environment. As scholar María Rosa Menocal eloquently argued in her book, The Ornament of the World, the period was defined by a culture where “tolerance was an inherent aspect of Andalusian society,” allowing for an extraordinary degree of exchange and innovation. In this multi-faith environment, Jewish and Christian communities were not simply tolerated subjects; they were indispensable collaborators. Their contributions were so intertwined with the caliphate’s achievements that its success would have been impossible without them. This collaborative ethos also extended to the roles of women, who, despite the era’s patriarchal legal framework, rose to prominence as scholars, poets, scribes, and even political figures, further enriching the city’s intellectual and cultural life.

The Engine of Scholarship: A Shared Knowledge Base

The intellectual life of 10th-century Córdoba was a testament to the power of a shared, multilingual knowledge base, a system that was virtually without parallel in the medieval world. The Umayyad rulers, particularly Caliph al-Hakam II, created the institutional framework for learning. A dedicated bibliophile, al-Hakam II amassed a caliphal library that some sources claim numbered as many as 400,000 volumes, commissioning scribes and bookbinders to produce new copies.

While monastic libraries in Christian Europe contained only a few hundred manuscripts, often focused on religious dogma, the caliphal library was a dynamic workshop where scholars of all faiths worked side by side to translate ancient Greek and Latin texts, a process that preserved and expanded upon classical knowledge largely lost to the rest of Europe. The caliph’s agents were dispatched across the Islamic world and beyond to acquire rare manuscripts on every conceivable subject, from medicine and astronomy to poetry and philosophy.

The caliph’s patronage extended to a diverse group of intellectuals who curated the collection, and the role of women in this intellectual flowering was particularly striking. Among them was Lubna of Córdoba, a remarkable intellectual, poet, and mathematician who rose from slavery to become one of al-Hakam II’s most trusted secretaries, instrumental in the administration of the library itself. Her story is a powerful example of the city’s unique meritocratic ethos, where talent and intellect could transcend social barriers.

The contributions of women in scholarship were not limited to Lubna; records show that hundreds of women worked as professional scribes and copyists, transcribing books and manuscripts for the royal library. Beyond the library, the era produced celebrated female poets and scholars whose work was highly regarded, such as ‘A’isha bint Ahmad al-Qurtubiyya, a renowned poet and calligrapher, and the poet Wallada bint al-Mustakfi, famous for her sharp wit and love poems.

The Great Mosque of Córdoba served as the city’s de facto university, a hub of religious and secular learning where scholars and students from diverse backgrounds gathered for instruction. The caliphs funded chairs for distinguished professors, and the mosque’s courtyards provided a space for open intellectual exchange, fostering a culture of critical inquiry and debate. As Dr. Nowar Nizar Al-Ani and his colleagues noted, this institutional framework was designed to “foster a kind of intellectual pluralism that was revolutionary for its time.”

It was in this environment that Jewish and Christian scholars were not just conduits for old ideas but active contributors to new ones. The Jewish community, in particular, experienced a golden age under this system. Hasdai ibn Shaprut, a Jewish court physician and scholar, was at the forefront of medical research and botanical studies. He was also a major patron of Jewish intellectual life, sponsoring scholars and poets who would compose masterpieces of Hebrew literature and helping to establish Córdoba as a new center for Jewish scholarship, eclipsing the traditional academies in Baghdad.

This era also produced pioneering scientific advancements, such as those of the physician Abulcasis (Al-Zahrawi), a key figure of the late 10th century. He wrote a comprehensive 30-volume medical encyclopedia, Al-Tasrif, which was revolutionary for its detailed descriptions of surgical procedures and instruments, many of which he invented. His work would become a standard medical text in Europe for centuries, directly influencing the development of surgery.

The fusion of knowledge and faith led to a unique intellectual environment where, as Jerrilynn D. Dodds‘s edited volume, Al-Andalus: The Art of Islamic Spain, suggests, “the arts of the mind were as celebrated as the arts of the hand.” This collaborative spirit permeated scholarly life: a Christian monk might have been translating a Greek medical treatise in one corner of a library while a Jewish botanist analyzed a new plant in another. It was this cross-pollination of ideas, made possible by the linguistic and cultural fluency of the Christian and Jewish communities, that truly powered Córdoba’s intellectual engine.

The Foundation of Prosperity: Economic and Diplomatic Contributions

The wealth and political stability of the Umayyad Caliphate did not emerge in a vacuum; they were built on the contributions of its non-Muslim subjects, who served as a vital economic and diplomatic backbone. In a period when European feudal society was strictly hierarchical and exclusive, Córdoba’s pragmatic approach was historically unique.

The Jewish community was essential to Córdoba’s sophisticated diplomatic network, with its members highly valued for their linguistic skills and relative neutrality in disputes between Muslim and Christian rulers. The elevation of Hasdai ibn Shaprut to a position of such immense influence—a Jewish diplomat and physician serving as a key advisor to the caliph—was a political innovation without parallel in the medieval West. Fluent in Arabic, Hebrew, and Latin, Hasdai was an indispensable intermediary in diplomatic missions to Christian kingdoms like León and the Holy Roman Empire, skillfully navigating political tensions and securing alliances. He also served as the head of the Jewish community, centralizing cultural life in Córdoba and fostering its independence from the Jewish academies in Baghdad.

The economic engine of Córdoba was also powered by its minorities. The Jewish community was instrumental in the city’s robust international trade, acting as merchants and financiers. Their extensive networks across Europe and the Mediterranean were crucial to Córdoba’s commercial success, helping to establish trade routes that brought precious silks, spices, and other luxury goods into al-Andalus. This immense wealth funded the caliphate’s ambitious building projects. As L. P. Harvey notes in his work, Islamic Spain, 1250 to 1500, the caliphate’s political authority rested on a “pragmatic reliance on a professional class of civil servants, many of whom came from the dhimmi communities, whose loyalty and expertise were a cornerstone of the administrative apparatus.”

Christians, known as Mozarabs, also played critical, though often different, roles. While the highest offices were reserved for Muslims, some Christians rose to positions of influence. For example, a Christian cleric named Recemund served as a civil servant for ‘Abd al-Rahman III and even undertook a diplomatic mission to the Holy Roman Emperor, Otto I. However, the majority of the Christian population was essential to the agricultural economy in the surrounding rural areas. Their contributions as farmers and artisans, who continued many of the traditions and techniques from the Visigothic period, were fundamental to the food supply and wealth of the caliphate.

The Unique Fabric: Cultural and Artistic Synthesis

The artistic and cultural identity of 10th-century Córdoba was a magnificent tapestry woven from the threads of all three religions. The caliphs’ patronage of the arts led to a unique blending of styles that is most famously showcased in the Great Mosque. Its most significant and elaborate expansion, led by Caliph al-Hakam II, featured intricate polylobed arches, ribbed domes, and the lavish use of mosaics—a technique learned directly from Byzantine Christian craftsmen. According to the article “Historical restorations of the Maqṣūrah glass mosaics from the Great Mosque of Córdoba” by J. V. Tarín et al., the caliph specifically sought out Byzantine craftsmen, a profound act of cultural confidence that integrated Christian artistic tradition into the very heart of Islamic worship. In a world often defined by sectarian art, this was a revolutionary aesthetic vision.

Beyond the grand monuments, this cultural synthesis permeated everyday life. The “Mozarabic” style of art and architecture—a blend of Christian and Islamic design—flourished. Christian artisans were not only employed on royal projects but also developed their own unique style that incorporated elements of Islamic geometric patterns and calligraphy. This fusion was also evident in language and literature. Many Christians and Jews adopted Arabic as their language for daily life and scholarship, leading to a unique body of work where Jewish poets composed in a sophisticated Hebrew deeply influenced by Arabic meter and rhyme schemes. As the volume Al-Andalus: The Art of Islamic Spain captures, the art of the period was a “visual dialogue between cultures.” The result was a truly syncretic culture, a unique and irreplaceable expression of the people who created it.

The caliphate’s immense wealth also fueled a boom in refined artistic crafts. Cordoban artisans were celebrated for their skills in calligraphy, which adorned not only architecture but also the lavish ivory caskets and boxes that were prized possessions of the caliph’s court. These caskets, often carved with intricate scenes and calligraphic inscriptions, are a perfect example of how different artistic traditions were fused. Similarly, the city was famous for its fine metalwork, glazed tiles, and high-quality textiles, which were not only major economic drivers but also expressions of a sophisticated and cosmopolitan taste. The creation of the palatine city of Madinat al-Zahra, a new capital built by ‘Abd al-Rahman III, further exemplified this artistic ambition. Its lavish palaces and gardens, described in scholarly works as “a testament to the state’s power and artistic ambition,” were a massive undertaking that drew on the combined skills of Muslim, Jewish, and Christian artisans, cementing the visual legacy of the golden age.

Conclusion

Córdoba in the 10th century was more than just a powerful city; it was a testament to the potential for a pluralistic society to flourish. Its success was a collaborative endeavor, with Jewish, Christian, and female communities providing the crucial intellectual, economic, and cultural components that enabled the Umayyad Caliphate to achieve its zenith. Through their roles as translators, scholars, diplomats, merchants, and artisans, these groups were not simply tolerated subjects but indispensable collaborators in the creation of a sophisticated civilization.

The modern scholarship of historians like Kenneth Baxter Wolf has rightly challenged the romanticized “myth of coexistence,” pointing to the complex realities of power dynamics. But even with this more critical lens, the story that emerges is not one of a failed paradise, but a more compelling and historically significant narrative: a society where, for a sustained period, deep cultural and intellectual collaboration was possible. The lessons of Córdoba continue to resonate today, reminding us that cultural exchange is often the true catalyst for progress.

This legacy is perhaps best captured by a post on the Jewish Andalusian Heritage Route, which describes how the Jewish sages of Andalusia “loved the Torah but understood existence and Judaism as a whole that encompassed religion, spirituality, science, poetry and literature, music, medicine and philosophy.” This powerful insight tells a more complete and hopeful story of how diverse people, bound together by a shared quest for knowledge and prosperity, can build an enduring legacy.

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Books, Essays, History, Profiles, Reviews

The Enduring Power of Place: Step Into Historian David McCullough’s Work

By Michael Cummins, Editor, August 12, 2025

A vast stone arch, a suspension of steel, a ribbon of concrete stretching across a chasm—these are not merely feats of engineering or infrastructure. They are, in the words of the great historian David McCullough, monuments to the human spirit, physical places that embody the stories of ingenuity, perseverance, and sacrifice that created them. While the written word provides the essential narrative framework for understanding the past, McCullough’s work, from his celebrated biographies to his upcoming collection of essays, History Matters (2025), consistently champions the idea that visiting and comprehending these physical settings offers a uniquely powerful and visceral connection to history.

These places are not just backdrops; they are tangible testaments, silent witnesses to the struggles and triumphs that have shaped our world, offering a depth of understanding that written accounts alone cannot fully provide. In History Matters, McCullough writes, “History is a guide to navigation in perilous times. History is who we are and why we are the way we are.” This philosophy is the essay’s core, as we explore how the places he chronicled are integral to this understanding.

In his extensive body of work, McCullough frequently returned to this theme, demonstrating how the physical presence of a historical site grounds the abstract facts of the past in the authentic, palpable reality of the present. He believed that the stories of our past are a “user’s manual for life,” and that the places where these stories unfolded are the most direct way to access that manual. By examining four of his most iconic subjects—the Brooklyn Bridge, the “White City” of the 1893 World’s Fair, the Panama Canal, and Kitty Hawk—we can see this philosophy in action.

Each of these monumental endeavors was an audacious, against-all-odds project that faced incredible technical and personal challenges, including political opposition, financial struggles, and tragic loss of life. Yet, McCullough uses them as a lens to explore the character of the people who built them, the society of the time, and the very idea of American progress and ingenuity. These structures, built against overwhelming odds, stand as powerful reminders that history is an active, ongoing force, waiting to be discovered not just in books, but in the very soil and stone of the world around us.

The Brooklyn Bridge

The Brooklyn Bridge stands as a primary example of a physical place as tangible testimony to human ingenuity. In his landmark book The Great Bridge (1972), McCullough details the seemingly insurmountable challenges faced by the Roebling family in their quest to connect Manhattan and Brooklyn. In the mid-19th century, the idea of spanning the East River, with its powerful currents and constant ship traffic, was seen as an engineering impossibility. The technology for building such a massive structure simply did not exist. The bridge, therefore, was not merely constructed; it was invented. The vision of John Roebling, who conceived the revolutionary design of a steel-wire suspension bridge, was cut short by a tragic accident. His son, Washington, took over the project, only to be struck down by the debilitating effects of “the bends,” a crippling decompression sickness contracted while working in the underwater caissons. These massive timber and iron chambers, filled with compressed air, allowed workers to lay the foundations for the bridge’s monumental stone towers deep below the riverbed. The work was brutal, dangerous, and physically taxing. Washington himself spent countless hours in the caissons, developing the condition that would leave him partially paralyzed. As McCullough writes, “The bridge was a monument to faith and to the force of a single will.” This quote captures the essence of the Roeblings’ spirit, and the enduring structure itself embodies this unwavering faith.

Paralyzed and often bedridden, Washington continued to direct the project from his window, observing the progress through a telescope while his wife, Emily Warren Roebling, acted as his liaison and de facto chief engineer, mastering advanced mathematics and engineering to communicate her husband’s instructions to the men on site. The Roeblings’ story is a personal drama of vision and perseverance, and the physical bridge is a direct reflection of it. The monumental stone towers, with their Gothic arches, are a direct result of the design choices made to withstand immense pressure. The intricate web of steel cables, which Roebling so meticulously calculated, hangs as a monument to his genius. The wooden promenade, a feature initially ridiculed by critics, stands as a testament to the Roeblings’ foresight, offering a space for the public to walk and experience the grandeur of the structure.

A person can read McCullough’s narrative of the Roeblings’ saga and feel inspired by their resilience. However, standing on the promenade today, feeling the subtle vibrations of the traffic below, seeing the cables stretch into the distance, and touching the cold, ancient stone of the towers provides a profound, non-verbal understanding of the sheer audacity of the project. The physical object makes the story of vision, sacrifice, and perseverance feel not like a distant myth, but like a concrete reality, etched into the very materials that compose it. The bridge becomes a silent orator, telling its story without a single word, through its breathtaking scale and enduring presence. It connects us not only to a piece of engineering but to the very human story of a family that poured its life’s work into a single, magnificent idea.

The White City

The “White City” of the 1893 World’s Columbian Exposition, as chronicled in The Devil in the White City (2003), serves as a different but equally powerful example of a place as a testament to human will and ambition. Unlike the permanent structures of the Brooklyn Bridge and Panama Canal, the White City was a temporary, almost mythical creation. Built from scratch on swampy land in Chicago, it was a colossal feat of city planning and architectural design that captured the imagination of the world and showcased America’s coming of age. The place itself—with its majestic, neoclassical buildings, grand boulevards, and sprawling lagoons—was a physical manifestation of a nation’s collective vision. The narrative is driven by figures like architect Daniel Burnham, who, much like Washington Roebling, faced immense pressure, logistical nightmares, and constant political infighting. The physical challenges were immense: transforming a marsh into a breathtaking cityscape in just a few short years, all while coordinating the work of an entire generation of architectural titans like Frederick Law Olmsted and Louis Sullivan.

McCullough uses the White City to show how an ambitious idea can be willed into existence through relentless determination. The physical city, for its brief, glorious existence, was the living embodiment of American progress, ingenuity, and the Gilded Age’s opulent grandeur. It was a place where millions came to witness the future, to marvel at electric lights, and to see new technologies like the Ferris wheel. As McCullough writes, “The fair, a world of its own, had a power to transform those who visited it.” This quote highlights the profound, almost magical impact of this temporary place. However, McCullough masterfully contrasts the gleaming promise of the White City with the dark underbelly of the era, epitomized by the psychopathic serial killer H.H. Holmes and his “Murder Castle,” located just a few miles away. The physical contrast between these two places—the temporary, luminous dream and the permanent, sinister reality—is central to the book’s power. Even though the structures of the White City no longer stand, the historical record of this magnificent place—its photographs, its architectural plans, and McCullough’s vivid descriptions—serves as a tangible window into that moment in time, reminding us of the powerful, transformative potential of a shared human vision and the complex, often contradictory, nature of the society that produced it.

The Panama Canal

Finally, the Panama Canal serves as a powerful testament to the theme of human sacrifice and endurance. The canal was not just a feat of engineering; it was a grueling, decades-long battle against nature, disease, and bureaucratic inertia. As chronicled in McCullough’s Pulitzer Prize-winning book, The Path Between the Seas (1977), the French attempt to build a sea-level canal failed catastrophically under the direction of Ferdinand de Lesseps, the engineer of the Suez Canal. They grossly underestimated the challenges of the tropical climate, the unstable geology, and the devastating diseases, costing thousands of lives and ultimately leading to financial ruin. The subsequent American effort, led by figures like Dr. William Gorgas, who tirelessly fought the mosquito-borne diseases, and engineer John Frank Stevens, who abandoned the sea-level plan for a lock-and-lake system, was equally defined by a titanic human cost. The physical canal itself—the vast, deep Culebra Cut that slices through the continental divide, the enormous locks that lift ships over a mountain range, the sprawling Gatun Lake—serves as a permanent memorial to this immense struggle.

The sheer physical scale of the canal is an emotional and intellectual experience that far surpasses any numerical data. One can read that “25,000 workers died” during the French and American construction periods, a statistic that, while tragic, can be difficult to fully comprehend. But to stand at the edge of the Culebra Cut, staring down at the colossal gorge carved out of rock and earth, is to feel the weight of those lives. The physical presence of the cut makes the abstract struggle of “moving a mountain” feel real. The immense size of the locks and the power of the water filling them evokes a sense of awe not just for the engineering, but for the human will that made it happen. The canal is not just a shortcut for global trade; it is a monument to the thousands of unnamed laborers who toiled in oppressive conditions and to the few visionaries who refused to give up. As McCullough wrote, the canal was a testament to the fact that “nothing is more common than the wish to move mountains, but a mountain-moving event requires uncommon determination.” The physical place makes the concept of perseverance tangible, demonstrating in steel, concrete, and water that impossible tasks can be conquered through sheer, relentless human effort. The canal also represents a pivot point in American history, marking the nation’s emergence as a global power and its willingness to take on monumental challenges on the world stage.

Kitty Hawk

In The Wright Brothers, McCullough presents a different kind of historical place: one that is not a monumental structure, but a desolate, windswept beach. The story of Wilbur and Orville Wright’s quest to achieve controlled, powered flight is inextricably linked to this specific location on the Outer Banks of North Carolina. Kitty Hawk was not a place of grandeur, but one of raw, challenging nature. Its consistent, stiff winds and soft, sandy dunes made it an ideal testing ground for their gliders. This place was a crucial collaborator in their scientific process, a physical laboratory where they could test, fail, and re-evaluate their ideas in relative isolation. As McCullough writes of their success, “It was a glorious, almost unbelievable feat of human will, ingenuity and determination.” This triumph was born not on a grand stage, but on a patch of ground that was, at the time, little more than a remote stretch of sand.

McCullough’s narrative emphasizes how the physical conditions of Kitty Hawk—the powerful gales, the endless expanse of sand, and the isolation from the public eye—were essential to the Wrights’ success. They didn’t build a monument to their achievement in a city; they built it in the middle of nowhere. It was a place of quiet, methodical work, of relentless trial and error. The physical space itself was a character in their story, a partner in their success. The first flight did not happen on a grand stage, but on a patch of ground that was, at the time, little more than a remote stretch of sand. Today, when one visits the Wright Brothers National Memorial, the monument is not just the stone pylon marking the first flight, but the entire landscape—the dunes, the wind, and the expansive sky—that made their achievement possible. This place reminds us that some of history’s greatest triumphs begin not with a bang, but in the quiet, isolated spaces where innovation is allowed to thrive.

Conclusion

Beyond these specific examples, McCullough’s philosophy, as expected to be reiterated in History Matters, argues that this direct, experiential connection to place is vital for a vibrant and engaged citizenry. It is the authenticity of standing on the same ground as our forebears that makes history feel relevant to our own lives. A book can tell us about courage, but a place—the Brooklyn Bridge, the Panama Canal, the White City, or a humble battlefield—can make us feel it. These places are the physical embodiment of the narratives that have defined us, and by seeking them out, we are not simply looking at the past; we are a part of a continuous story. They remind us that the qualities of human ingenuity, sacrifice, and perseverance are not merely historical attributes, but enduring elements of the human condition, available to us still today.

Ultimately, McCullough’s legacy is not only in the stories he told but also in his fervent plea for us to recognize the importance of the places where those stories occurred. His work stands as a powerful argument that history is not abstract but is profoundly and permanently embedded in the physical world around us. By preserving and engaging with these historical places, we are not just honoring the past; we are keeping its most powerful lessons alive for our present and for our future. They are the tangible proof that great things are possible, and that the struggles and triumphs of those who came before us are forever etched into the landscape we inhabit today. His writings on these three monumental locations—one that stands forever as a testament to the Roeblings’ vision, another that vanished but whose story remains vivid, and a third that forever altered global commerce—each demonstrate the unique and irreplaceable power of place in history. As he so often reminded us, “We have to know who we are, and where we have come from, to be able to know where we are going.”

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Culture, Essays, Ethics, Gender, History

Beyond A Gender Binary: Its History And Humanity

By Sue Passacantilli, August 2, 2025

Gender diversity is as old as humanity itself, woven into the fabric of cultures, religions, and eras long before modern debates framed it as a new or threatening concept. Yet, the intertwined forces of colonialism, certain interpretations of Christianity, and rigid social structures have worked to erase or punish those who defy binary norms. This essay restores what has been forgotten: the rich history of gender diversity, the powerful forces that attempted to erase it, and the urgent need for compassion and inclusion today.

Gender non-conformity is not a lifestyle experiment or a fleeting cultural trend; it’s a fundamental and authentic expression of human identity. It isn’t a choice made on a whim or a rebellious phase to be outgrown, but rather a deep, internal truth that often emerges early in life. Decades of research in neuroscience, endocrinology, and psychology reveal that gender identity is shaped by a complex interplay of genetic influences, hormonal exposures during prenatal development, and brain structure. These forces operate beneath conscious awareness, forming the foundation of a person’s sense of self. To reduce gender non-conformity to a “choice” is to ignore both science and the lived experiences of millions. It is not a deviation from nature; it is a variation within it.

People living beyond traditional gender norms have always been part of our world. They prayed in ancient temples, tended fires in Indigenous villages, danced on European stages, and lived quiet lives in small homes where language could not even name who they were. They loved, grieved, and dreamed like anyone else. But they were often misunderstood, feared, or erased. History remembers kings and conquerors, wars and revolutions, and empires that rose and fell. Yet, woven silently between these grand narratives are countless untold stories—stories of people who dared to live outside society’s rigid lines. As author Leslie Feinberg once wrote, “My right to be me is tied with a thousand threads to your right to be you.” The struggle of gender-nonconforming people is a reflection of humanity’s larger fight for freedom—to live authentically, without shame or fear.

A Timeless Tapestry: Gender Diversity Across Cultures

Gender variance is not a modern phenomenon—it’s woven into the fabric of ancient societies across continents. In Mesopotamia, as early as 2100 BCE, gala priests—assigned male at birth—served in feminine roles and were respected for their ability to communicate with the goddess Inanna. Myths told of Inanna herself possessing the divine power to “change a man into a woman and a woman into a man,” reflecting an understanding of gender as mutable and sacred.

This fluidity wasn’t confined to the Near East. In Ancient Greece, myths celebrated fluid identities, like the story of Hermaphroditus, who merged male and female traits into a single divine being. Roman history offers one of the earliest known examples of a gender-variant ruler: Emperor Elagabalus, who ruled Rome from 218–222 CE. At just fourteen, Elagabalus openly defied gender norms, preferring feminine pronouns and even declaring, “Call me not Lord, for I am a Lady.” Though hostile historians often portrayed Elagabalus as scandalous, their life reflects a complex truth: gender non-conformity has existed even at the pinnacle of imperial power.

Outside Europe, gender diversity flourished openly. Many Native nations in North America recognized Two-Spirit people, individuals embodying both masculine and feminine spirits. One notable figure, Ozaawindib (c. 1797–1832) of the Ojibwe nation, lived as a woman, had multiple husbands, and was respected for her courage and spiritual insight. Another early 19th-century leader, Kaúxuma Núpika, a Ktunaxa prophet, lived as a man, took wives, and was revered as a shaman and visionary. These individuals exemplify a long-standing understanding of gender beyond binaries, deeply embedded in Indigenous spiritual and communal life.

In the Pacific Islands, Hawaiian māhū served as teachers and cultural keepers, blending masculine and feminine traits in roles considered vital to their communities. In Samoa, fa’afafine were recognized as a natural and valued part of society. In South Asia, Hijra communities held respected ceremonial roles for centuries, appearing in royal courts and religious rituals as bearers of blessings and fertility. Their existence is recorded as early as the 4th century BCE, long before European colonizers imposed rigid gender codes. Across continents and millennia, gender non-conforming people were present, visible, and often honored—until intolerance began rewriting their stories.

Colonialism, Christianity, and the Rise of Gender Binaries

If gender diversity has always existed, why do so many modern societies insist on strict binaries? The answer lies in the intertwined forces of colonialism and Christianity, which imposed narrow gender definitions as moral and divine law across much of the globe.

In Europe, Christian theology framed gender as fixed and divinely ordained, rooted in literal interpretations of Genesis: “Male and female He created them.” These words were weaponized to declare that only two genders existed and that deviation from this binary was rebellion against God. Early Church councils codified these interpretations into laws punishing gender variance and same-sex love. Gender roles became part of a “natural order,” leaving no space for complexity or authenticity.

As European empires expanded, missionaries carried these doctrines into colonized lands, enforcing binary gender roles where none had existed before. Two-Spirit traditions in North America were condemned as sinful. Indigenous children were taken to Christian boarding schools, stripped of language, culture, and identity. Hijra communities in India, once celebrated, were criminalized under British colonial law in 1871 through the Criminal Tribes Act, influenced by Victorian biblical morality. The spiritual and social roles of gender-diverse people across Africa, Asia, and the Pacific were dismantled under colonial pressure to conform to European Christian norms.

The fusion of scripture and empire transformed biblical interpretation into a weapon of social control. Gender diversity, once sacred, was reframed as sin, deviance, or criminality. This legacy lingers in laws and religious teachings today, where intolerance is still cloaked in divine sanction.

Yet, Christianity is not monolithic. Today, denominations like the United Church of Christ, the Episcopal Church, and numerous Methodist and Lutheran congregations advocate for LGBTQ+ rights. Many re-read scripture as a call to radical love and justice, rejecting its weaponization as a tool of oppression. These voices remind us that faith and gender diversity need not be in conflict—and that spiritual conviction can drive inclusion rather than exclusion.

Modern History and Resistance

Despite centuries of oppression, gender-nonconforming people have persisted, resisting systems that sought to erase them. In 1952, Christine Jorgensen, a U.S. Army veteran, became one of the first transgender women to gain international visibility after undergoing gender-affirming surgery. Her decision to live openly challenged mid-20th-century gender norms and sparked a global conversation about identity.

The 1969 Stonewall Uprising in New York City, led in part by trans women of color like Marsha P. Johnson and Sylvia Rivera, marked a turning point in LGBTQ+ activism. Their courage set the stage for decades of organizing and advocacy aimed at dismantling legal and social barriers to equality.

Recent decades have brought new waves of activism—and backlash. By 2025, more than 25 U.S. states had passed laws banning gender-affirming care for transgender youth. Civil rights groups have filed dozens of lawsuits challenging these bans as unconstitutional. At the federal level, Executive Order 14168 (January 2025) redefined gender as strictly binary and rolled back non-binary passport options. While several parts of the order have been temporarily blocked by courts, its chilling effect on rights is undeniable.

At the same time, grassroots activism is creating change. In Colorado, the Kelly Loving Act—named after a transgender woman murdered in 2022—was enacted in May 2025, strengthening anti-discrimination protections. In Iowa, the repeal of gender identity protections sparked immediate lawsuits, including Finnegan Meadows v. Iowa City Community School District, challenging restroom restrictions for transgender students.

Globally, progress and setbacks coexist. In Hong Kong, activist Henry Edward Tse won a landmark case in 2023 striking down a law requiring surgery for transgender men to update their legal gender. In Scotland, the 2025 case For Women Scotland Ltd v The Scottish Ministers restricted the recognition of trans women under the Equality Act, prompting mass protests. In the U.S., upcoming Supreme Court hearings will determine whether states can ban transgender girls from school sports—a decision likely to affect millions of students. Even within sport, battles continue: in 2025, the U.S. Olympic & Paralympic Committee banned trans women from women’s competitions, sparking anticipated First Amendment and discrimination lawsuits.

As Laverne Cox says, “It is revolutionary for any trans person to choose to be seen and visible in a world that tells us we should not exist.” Every act of resistance—from legal battles to quiet moments of authenticity—is part of a centuries-long movement to reclaim humanity from the forces of erasure.

The Cost of Intolerance

The erasure of gender diversity has never been passive—it has inflicted profound harm on individuals and societies alike. Intolerance manifests in violence, systemic oppression, and emotional trauma that ripple far beyond personal suffering, representing a failure of humanity to honor its own diversity.

Globally, around 1% of adults identify as gender-diverse, rising to nearly 4% among Gen Z. In the United States, an estimated 1.6 million people aged 13 and older identify as transgender. These millions of people live in a world that too often treats their existence as debate material rather than human reality.

For many, safety is never guaranteed. Trans women of color face disproportionate rates of harassment, assault, and murder. Laws rooted in biblical interpretations still deny rights to gender-diverse people—from bathroom access to legal recognition—perpetuating danger and marginalization. The psychological toll is staggering: surveys consistently show higher rates of depression, anxiety, and suicide attempts among gender-diverse populations, not because of their identities, but because living authentically often means surviving relentless hostility.

Even those who avoid overt violence face systemic barriers. Healthcare access is limited, IDs often cannot be changed legally, and discrimination in housing, employment, and education persists worldwide. Societies lose creativity, wisdom, and potential when people are forced to hide who they are, weakening humanity’s collective strength.

Addressing Counterarguments

Debates about gender identity often center on two concerns: whether children are making irreversible decisions too young and whether allowing trans women into women’s spaces threatens safety.

Medical interventions for transgender youth are approached with extreme caution. Most early treatments, like puberty blockers, are reversible, providing time for exploration under professional guidance. Surgeries for minors are exceedingly rare and only proceed under strict medical review. Leading medical organizations worldwide, including the American Academy of Pediatrics and the World Health Organization, support gender-affirming care as life-saving, reducing depression and suicide risks significantly.

Regarding safety in women’s spaces, decades of data from places with trans-inclusive policies show no increase in harm to cisgender women. Criminal behavior remains illegal regardless of gender identity. In fact, transgender people are often at greater risk of violence in public facilities. Exclusionary laws protect no one—they only add to the vulnerability of marginalized communities. Compassionate inclusion doesn’t ignore these concerns; it addresses them with facts, empathy, and policies that protect everyone’s dignity.

A Call for Compassion and Inclusion

The history of gender diversity tells us one thing clearly: gender-nonconforming people are not a problem to be solved. They are part of the rich tapestry of humanity, present in every culture and every era. What needs to change is not them—it’s the systems, ideologies, and choices that make their lives unsafe and invisible.

Compassion must move beyond sentiment into action. It means listening and believing people when they tell you who they are. It means refusing to stay silent when dignity is stripped away and challenging discriminatory laws and rhetoric wherever they arise. It’s showing up to school board meetings, voting for leaders who protect rights, and holding institutions accountable when they harm rather than heal.

Governments can enact and enforce robust non-discrimination laws. Schools can teach accurate history, replacing ignorance with understanding. Faith communities can choose inclusion, living out teachings of love and justice instead of exclusion. Businesses can create workplaces where gender-diverse employees are safe and supported. Inclusion is not charity—it is justice. Freedom loses meaning when it applies to some and not others. A society that polices authenticity cannot claim to value liberty.

Conclusion: Returning to Humanity

Gender diversity is not new, unnatural, or dangerous. What is dangerous is ignorance—the deliberate forgetting of history, the weaponization of scripture to control bodies and identities, and the refusal to see humanity in those who live differently. For thousands of years, gender-nonconforming people like Elagabalus, Ozaawindib, Kaúxuma Núpika, Christine Jorgensen, Marsha P. Johnson, Henry Edward Tse, and countless others have persisted, offering new ways of loving, knowing, and being. Their resilience reveals what freedom truly means.

Maya Angelou once wrote, “We are more alike, my friends, than we are unalike.” This truth cuts through centuries of prejudice and fear. At our core, we all want the same things: to live authentically, to love and be loved, to belong. This is not a radical demand but a fundamental human need. The fight for gender diversity is a fight for a more just and humane world for all. It is a call to build a society where every person can exist without fear, where authenticity is celebrated as a strength rather than condemned as a flaw. It’s time to move beyond the binaries of the past and return to the shared humanity that connects us all.

*This essay was written by Sue Passacantilli and edited by Intellicurean utilizing AI.

Arts & Literature, Books, Essays, History, Reviews

Essay: The Imperative of Art in Dark Times

The Aesthetics of Resistance, Volume III
A Novel. Author: Peter Weiss; Translator: Joel Scott

The following essay was written by AI and edited by Intellicurean:

One often hears that art is a refuge from the storm, a quaint hermitage for the sensitive soul. But when the storm is a veritable tempest of tyranny, what then? Must beauty shrink to a whispered metaphor, or can it, with a flourish, confront the grotesque, form itself a weapon, and memory its shield? Peter Weiss, the German-Swedish playwright and novelist, perhaps best known for his provocative Marat/Sade, offers an unflinching answer in his masterwork, The Aesthetics of Resistance. This three-volume novel—published between 1975 and 1981, and only recently fully translated into English by Joel Scott for Verso Books—presents not merely a chronicle of Europe’s descent into fascism, but an audacious theory of survival, contemplation, and rebellion through the very act of art.

In a perceptive recent essay for Liberties Journal, Jared Marcel Pollen explores the novel’s radical scope, elegantly correcting a common misattribution of a pivotal political aphorism. Not Lenin, but Maxim Gorky, Pollen reveals, claimed that “aesthetics was [his] ethics—the ethics of the future.” More than a mere historical footnote, this elegantly salvaged reversal encapsulates the novel’s very governing spirit: that beauty, far from being a retreat from political crisis, is its very precondition for meaning, that art does not merely ornament truth, but, with a surgical precision, it excavates it.

A Chronicle of Darkness and Light

The Aesthetics of Resistance unfolds in the shadow of Europe’s unraveling, commencing in 1937, as Hitler consolidates power and Stalin’s purges silence dissent. The narrative spans the years up to 1942—a period that Hannah Arendt once called “midnight in the century.” But unlike conventional historical fiction, Weiss offers no linear tale of protagonists moving toward neat resolution. Instead, he crafts a philosophical Hades-wanderung—a relentless descent through betrayal, failed revolutions, ideological fracture, and the wreckage of cultural inheritance.

The text itself resists easy consumption. Its dense, paragraphless pages—walls of syntax without clear beginning or end—mirror the labyrinthine realities its characters inhabit. In an interview with The New York Times, translator Joel Scott remarked that reading Weiss is like “being submerged in consciousness,” and likened the novel’s structure to a frieze: a continuous mural of intellect, grief, and memory. This relentless, frieze-like form compels the reader to engage with history not as a series of discrete events, but as an overwhelming, cumulative force, a continuous present of trauma and resistance. The novel is as much a meditation on how we perceive history as it is on history itself.

Learning as Rebellion: The Proletarian Bildungsroman

At its core, The Aesthetics of Resistance is a Bildungsroman—a novel of education and formation. But it defiantly eschews the genre’s traditional bourgeois framework. This is no Goethe’s Wilhelm Meister or Joyce’s Stephen Dedalus spiraling through self-inquiry in cloistered academic halls. Weiss’s narrator—working-class, gentile, unnamed—does not wander through elite libraries or university quads. Instead, he and his comrades read Dante, study Greek sculpture, and debate Marxist theory in factory basements and kitchens, under constant threat of arrest or worse.

This autodidacticism—the practice of self-teaching—is not a mere supplement to formal education but a radical replacement. The narrator declares early on: “Our most important goal was to conquer an education… by using any means, cunning and strength of mind.” Their knowledge is not earned; it is stolen—like Promethean fire—from the guarded sanctums of official culture. This echoes Friedrich Schiller’s view in On the Aesthetic Education of Man (1795) that beauty cultivates moral freedom, acting as a safeguard against the dehumanizing mechanisms of state power. Indeed, in a totalitarian state that mutilates truth and simplifies human experience, the very act of preserving intellectual complexity – a core tenet of Weiss’s autodidacts – becomes, as Susan Sontag argued in “On Style,” an ethical stance in itself, an insistence on the primacy of certain values. In Weiss’s hands, this ethic becomes urgently, tragically manifest.

Art at the Crossroads: Form, Violence, and Hope

The profound question that animates Weiss’s project is not simply how to survive violence, but how to perceive it. What happens to art, to the very faculty of perception, when the world collapses into brutality? One compelling answer emerges in the novel’s early scene at the Pergamon Altar, a Hellenistic frieze of the Gigantomachy—a mythic war between gods and giants—housed in Berlin’s museum. As Nazi banners flutter outside, the young resisters look upon this magnificent fragment of antiquity and see not quaint myth, but relentless struggle. They interpret the contorted figures as symbols of class war, reclaiming the altar from its imminent fascist cooptation.

This interpretive act—the deliberate reading “against the grain”—is both aesthetic and political, a defiant reconstitution of meaning. It echoes Walter Benjamin’s chilling thesis that “there is no document of civilization that is not at the same time a document of barbarism.” Indeed, as Pollen writes with chilling precision, the Nazis, in their grotesque appropriation of classical forms, hollowed them into “plaster emptiness.” Weiss’s characters do the opposite: they revive these ancient forms by placing them in urgent dialogue with their own suffering, thus universalizing the struggle against domination, making the “mass of stone” a value “belonging to anyone who steps in front of it.”

The novel closes with a powerful meditation on Picasso’s Guernica, his monumental canvas depicting the bombing of the Basque town in 1937. The painting, the narrator insists, does not merely show war—it registers “an assault on the ability to express things.” Guernica marks a new kind of aesthetic task: not only must art represent horror, it must endure it. The painting outlasts its own referent, becoming what philosopher Elaine Scarry once called “a durable object,” an artifact that shelters memory and meaning long after political systems fall and the bombs cease to drop. In Alfonso Cuarón’s bleakly prescient dystopian film Children of Men (2006), Guernica appears, almost unnoticed, in the sterile interior of a government building—a poignant token of lost humanity. This, precisely, is Weiss’s abiding fear: that without the active labor of interpretation, without the human will to engage, even the greatest artistic achievements become mere decor, robbed of their subversive potential.

Witness and Memory: The Imaginative Faculty as Resistance

Some may, of course, recoil, finding The Aesthetics of Resistance too cerebral, too demanding, perhaps even too… Germanic, to resonate beyond the intellectual class. It’s a fair, if somewhat lazy, concern. And yet, as Timothy Snyder so chillingly reminds us in On Tyranny, fascism thrives precisely when the imagination is starved—when complexity gives way to cliché, when memory is replaced by manufactured myth.

Weiss’s project is a counteroffensive. His characters repeatedly ask, with desperate sincerity: “What does the Divina Commedia have to do with our lives?” In posing the question, they model the very activity the novel enacts—bridging distant beauty with present suffering. As Pollen notes, Weiss is not proposing simplistic analogies between then and now, but calling us to maintain the capacity for analogy—the capacity to perceive echoes and derive moral relevance from history, an imaginative act in itself.

Art, then, is not escapism. It is a form of mnemonic defense, a profound act of spiritual preservation. Horst Heilmann, a real historical figure and one of the novel’s central martyrs, declares: “All art… all literature are present inside ourselves, under the aegis of the only deity we can believe in—Mnemosyne”—Memory, mother of the Muses. Here Weiss evokes a stunning theological shift: divinity no longer lies in revelation, but in remembrance. Not in salvation, but in reckoning. Weiss shares this ethos with writers like W.G. Sebald and Toni Morrison, both of whom insisted that literature’s task is not to uplift, but to testify. In her Nobel lecture, Morrison described language as “the measure of our lives,” and warned that its decay is the first sign of cultural amnesia. Weiss anticipates this danger, and his novel becomes a fortress of form against forgetting.

Style as Weapon, Not Ornament

Perhaps the greatest gauntlet Weiss throws down, the element that still most sharply divides critics, is his distinctive style. The novel’s paragraphs can stretch for pages. There is no chapter division, no conventional dialogue, and barely a linear plot. But this excess is deliberate. As George Steiner observed in The New Yorker, Weiss “wanted his novel to resist readability as a form of moral laziness.” This is not to suggest the novel is obscure for its own sake, a mere affectation of difficulty. Rather, its very form embodies its thesis: the reader’s discomfort, the laborious trek through its unbroken syntax, becomes an echo of the characters’ own relentless, desperate struggle for meaning amidst chaos. Like Thomas Bernhard, whose relentless monologic fury shapes Correction and Extinction, Weiss denies literary comfort. Instead, he offers friction, density, and dissonance—qualities perfectly befitting a narrative of clandestine, underground resistance, where truth arrives not through effortless clarity but through sheer, unyielding persistence. In his study The Work of Literature, philosopher Peter Szondi described literature as a form that must “carry contradiction inside itself.” Weiss takes this principle further: contradiction is not a flaw but a crucial feature of truly resistant art. The reader’s discomfort, then, is the novel’s ethical demand.

Toward the Future: A Testament Against Forgetting

Weiss died in 1982, a year after completing his trilogy. In a rare interview that year with Der Spiegel, he confessed that his greatest fear was not censorship but irrelevance—that art would become mute in the face of spectacle. That fear feels chillingly prescient. As Western democracies flirt again with the seductive sirens of authoritarianism, and as history is re-scripted by those who profit from collective forgetting, The Aesthetics of Resistance emerges not merely as literature but as an instruction manual for endurance.

Its lessons are not limited to Germany or the 1930s. They resonate in Chile’s brutal reckoning with Pinochet, in the defiant murals of Belfast, in the urgent poetry of Mahmoud Darwish, and in the resolute chants of Tehran’s women today. Where brutality seeks silence, art insists on form—on surviving and shaping what was meant to be annihilated.

Weiss leaves us with a final, searing proposition: Imagination lives as long as resistance lives. And when resistance ends—when truth is reduced to slogan, when memory collapses into myth—then imagination, too, begins to die. But while a single reader still labors through his walls of text, still stands before the Pergamon frieze and refuses to see mere stone, Weiss’s profound vision endures. This is the essence of The Aesthetics of Resistance: not to comfort, but to compel. Not to promise victory, but to remind us that moral clarity comes not from slogans, but from study. And that to understand the past is not merely to remember—it is, in the most profound sense, to resist the future that forgets it.

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The Unholy Offspring of Economic Theory: The Far Right’s Neoliberal Roots

The following essay is AI -generated, edited by Intellicurean, as part of our “The Cynic & The Dandy” series, of an interview article published on July 6, 2025 on the Toynbee Prize Foundation website titled Hayek’s Bastards and the Global Origins of the Far Right: An Interview with Quinn Slobodian.

One finds oneself, much like a seasoned playgoer observing a particularly convoluted modern drama, grappling with the profound complexities of our age. The curtain, it seems, has risen on “Trump 2.0,” a performance so bewildering in its contradictions that even the most astute critics of human folly might pause for breath. This curious administration simultaneously seeks to disentangle itself from global commitments while igniting fresh international disputes; it endeavours to depreciate the dollar to boost exports whilst clinging to its status as the world’s reserve currency; and it champions a reduction in global economic reliance while striving to unilaterally dictate global economic terms. The American colossus, one might observe, appears caught in a most perplexing dance with its own identity, and the global audience watches, utterly transfixed.

It is into this very contemporary conundrum that Quinn Slobodian, a historian of capitalism whose intellectual acuity is as sharp as a well-honed epigram, strides with his latest volume: Hayek’s Bastards: Race, Gold, IQ, and the Capitalism of the Far Right (Princeton University Press, 2025). This title, one must concede, possesses a certain Wildean flourish, hinting at the delightful audacity within its pages. Slobodian, with the keen eye of a diagnostician, posits that the apparent contradiction of the Far Right simultaneously embracing pro-market liberalism and social hierarchies – facilitating the free movement of capital but not of people – is, in fact, no contradiction at all. He argues that neoliberalism has always possessed the intellectual elasticity to accommodate such a narrative.

The Unruly Offspring of Thought: “Bastards” and “Volk Capital”

Slobodian’s current work builds upon his earlier seminal analyses in Globalists: The End of Empire and the Birth of Neoliberalism (Harvard University Press, 2018) and Crack-up Capitalism: Market Radicals and the Dream of a World Without Democracy (Metropolitan, 2023). However, Hayek’s Bastards shifts its chronological focus decisively to the 1990s, illuminating this pivotal decade through the lens of figures not previously central to his explorations. If Globalists dissected the intellectual elite of the Mont Pèlerin Society, and Crack-Up Capitalism examined market radicals within the broader globalisation context, this new work turns its penetrating gaze to paleo-libertarianism. This intriguing ideological fusion, combining libertarian disdain for global governance with paleo-conservative traditionalism and isolationism (a distinct contrast to the more recent neoconservative branch of the Republican Party), forms the crux of Slobodian’s argument.

At the heart of Slobodian’s contention lies a startling conclusion: the rise of the Far Right is an acceleration, not a rejection of capitalism; a frontlash, not a backlash. He meticulously demonstrates how right-wing libertarians of the 1990s, through their convergence with paleoconservatives and their burgeoning interest in biology, IQ, and gold, inadvertently laid the intellectual foundations for our present reality.

In a recent conversation with Asensio Robles of Comillas Pontifical University, Slobodian elucidated the two primary concepts underpinning his book. The notion of “bastards,” he explains, serves as a vivid metaphor for the generations of intellectual influence, where adherents, though inspired by mentors, may diverge significantly from the original spirit and content of their masters’ work. In the case of Friedrich Hayek, Slobodian points to those who, in their pursuit of his scientific and complexity-focused ideas, veered into domains such as scientific racism or the belief in human nature as an absolute organizing principle. These, Slobodian asserts, represent the “illegitimate” heirs who strayed far enough to betray Hayek’s fundamental principles.

Friedrich Hayek, a Nobel laureate in Economics (1974) and a leading figure of the Austrian School of economics, is perhaps best known for his fervent defense of free-market capitalism and his critiques of central planning, notably articulated in his seminal 1944 work, The Road to Serfdom. Hayek argued that economic coordination arises not from central design, but from a “spontaneous order” – the result of millions of individuals making decisions based on dispersed, localized knowledge communicated primarily through the price system. He believed that any attempt by the state to centrally plan the economy would inevitably lead to a loss of individual liberty and, ultimately, totalitarianism, because such planners could never possess the vast, tacit knowledge embedded within a decentralized market.

The second crucial concept is “Volk capital.” Slobodian critiques the common, overly generalized understanding of neoliberalism as simply advocating for the commodification of all things and the reduction of all humans to an interchangeable substance. By adopting a narrower, more historically precise definition, focusing on a discrete group of thinkers (including those within the Mont Pèlerin Society, which Hayek co-founded in 1947), he reveals a significant inflection point in the 1960s and 1970s. This period saw a shift in neoliberal thought towards an emphasis on human difference, rather than equality.

Slobodian argues that the universalizing concept of human capital became “re-grounded” in specific genetic populations or cultural groups. He observes the re-emergence of 19th-century notions of the “Volk”—the idea of an essential character of a kinship group—fused with economic categories. This, he contends, transforms “human capital” into “Volk capital,” demonstrating how an ideology often associated with abstract market principles could regress to antiquated distinctions. For instance, by the 1980s, Hayek himself, often considered a progenitor of neoliberalism, suggested a unique quality of the Western world in producing an “optimal economic actor.”

A “Frontlash” Unveiled: Beyond the “Left-Behinds” Narrative

Slobodian further clarifies the genesis of these two books, revealing they were initially conceived as a single grand volume. The political shocks of 2016-2017 – the election of Donald Trump, the Brexit “Leave” vote, and the rise of parties like Alternative for Germany – prompted his inquiry. He expresses dissatisfaction with mainstream interpretations that viewed these developments as a revolt against neoliberal capitalism by those “left behind” by globalisation. This narrative, he argues, incorrectly positioned figures like Trump and Boris Johnson as unexpected challengers to the neoliberal consensus.

To counter this, Slobodian first introduced the concept of the “zone” in Crack-up Capitalism. This refers to more fluid spaces for investor capital within nations, such as freeports in the United Kingdom or the proliferation of Special Economic Zones in countries like China and India. He notes that in 2017-2018, much of the apparent economic nationalism was, in fact, about creating these spaces for capital mobility. For example, as of 2023, there were over 7,000 Special Economic Zones globally, employing tens of millions of people and contributing significantly to trade and investment, illustrating this practical application of “zones.”

He then sought to integrate the observation that many within the alt-right in 2016 originated from the paleo-libertarian camp. These individuals, skeptical of both global and national governments, sought a fracturing of the state system. The “grand narrative” of bundling these ideas proved “quixotic,” leading to the separate publication of Crack-up Capitalism and Hayek’s Bastards, the latter focusing on the paleo-alliance between dissident right-wing figures and the neoliberal movement.

The Unseen Hand of Difference: Chronology and Community

The chronological alignment between the two books is evident. In Hayek’s Bastards, the post-Cold War period is presented as a moment of reckoning for neoliberals, who questioned whether they had truly “won” or if “state spending and socialism” persisted in new guises, such as environmentalism or feminism. Similarly, in Crack-up Capitalism, the 1990s marked a breakthrough for zones, representing a form of globalisation that fostered “diversities across territory” rather than uniform regulatory spaces. The fundamental thread uniting both narratives, Slobodian suggests, is the “use of difference, politically or economically.” This challenges the widely held assumption that the 1990s and 2000s were periods of increasing uniformity, arguing instead that they were also times when “irreconcilable differences” were intensified and leveraged for new political agendas.

Slobodian also tackles the pervasive assumption that neoliberalism is solely a celebration of individualism. He argues that while individualism is indeed a focus, neoliberals are intensely concerned with the conditions under which it can be realized. When the traditional “republican tradition” – based on an impartial state providing space for individual expression – is discarded, a new framework for community must be forged. This is particularly true for the “subgenre of neoliberal thought” that advocates for the dissolution of the state.

In this context, the necessity arises to constitute communities that can function and allow for individual expression without uniform regulations from a representative state. This leads to an interest in factors like the role of ethnic homogeneity in decreasing transaction costs and fostering trust, thereby allowing communities to self-perpetuate. It also involves examining the importance of the “social contract” as a literal set of terms for participation in smaller communities, and questions of social reproduction – specifically, the necessary gender orders to ensure sufficient population in a “closed-border model of political organization.” This, he notes, is where anarcho-capitalists and conservatives find common ground, the former seeking abstract individual freedom but recognizing the need for parameters, and the latter striving to preserve existing moral and cultural orders.

A striking observation from Slobodian’s research is the neoliberal fear that the Cold War might have been “lost” despite the Soviet Union’s collapse, due to persistent high state spending. The end of the Cold War, Slobodian reveals, raised the possibility of completely dismantling the social state, which in turn brought forth new questions about how a post-redistributive order could be anchored. This, he asserts, directly relates to the current moment in the United States, where campaigns to significantly cut the federal budget, such as proposals to reduce it by one-third (as seen in certain fiscal proposals from conservative groups, often citing a need to return to pre-expansion levels of spending), would necessitate the dismantling of the existing social state. This scenario, he suggests, brings to mind the ominous question posed by Charles Murray regarding the aftermath of the welfare state’s disappearance – whether it would lead to anarchy, organic self-organization, or a segment of the population perishing. The “vexed triumphalism” following the Cold War, Slobodian concludes, thus set the stage for the “apocalyptic forms of politics” now all too familiar.

The Historical Lens: Unveiling Hidden Cleavages

Slobodian highlights the remarkable absence of significant sectarian splits within neoliberalism between the 1940s and 1980s. The clear ideological battle lines drawn between the “free, liberal, capitalist” world and the “planned command economies” of the communist bloc maintained a cohesive front. However, with the abrupt erasure of this divide in the 1990s, two paths emerged: either assume inevitable global convergence and the end of meaningful political divisions, or contend that divisions persisted, merely migrating to previously overlooked domains. The global Right, he observes, opted for the latter.

The 1990s became a period of “restless search for a new enemy” for the Right. This sometimes involved resurrecting older tropes, such as the anti-Semitic portrayal of George Soros as a conspiratorial figure, a narrative prominently used by figures like Viktor Orbán. Neoliberals, too, participated in this search, ultimately identifying their new adversary in the Left’s “march through the institutions” – specifically, movements advocating for gender and racial equality and a “politically correct” discourse. Slobodian emphasizes that this framing of issues like affirmative action and state-led efforts to redress inequality began remarkably early – some 35 years ago. He argues that the Left, too focused on internal critiques of a more mainstream neoliberalism (like that associated with Bill Clinton or Barack Obama), was often “caught off guard” by the “disruptive politics of the last decade,” failing to recognize the emerging “villain” that would ultimately manifest in today’s culture wars.

Slobodian’s methodological approach, as noted by Robles, is characterized by his commitment to “reading against the grain.” He consistently challenges conventional wisdom: if neoliberalism is thought to strive for state dissolution, Globalists shows its reliance on state intervention; if it promotes a borderless society, Crack-up Capitalism highlights its attention to “human separation”; and if the alt-right is seen as a backlash, Hayek’s Bastards frames it as a “frontlash,” an acceleration of the ideology. This “counterintuitive position” is, for Slobodian, a means to explore the profound revelations found within such contradictions. His advice to students – to begin a paper with “We think it’s like this, but it’s actually like that, and I’m going to show you why” – underscores his dedication to empirical evidence and intellectual revision.

He also draws a strong correlation between the 1990s and the 1960s, suggesting that understanding paleo-libertarian interests in hard borders, IQ, and gold necessitates examining earlier debates surrounding the 1965 Immigration Act, 1960s evolutionary psychology, or monetary reform post-Bretton Woods. These two decades, both periods of relative prosperity, represented moments where attempts were made to reconfigure societal settlements. Slobodian contends that the Left’s focus on criticizing a “progressive neoliberalism” (e.g., of the Clinton or Obama era) that paid “lip service” to 1960s social movements while blunting their critical edge meant they were “caught off guard” in 2016. He suggests that identifying what neoliberals “worried about” in a given decade, such as environmental demands disrupting growth models in the 1970s and 1990s, could reveal “vulnerability in the economic system” and “soft spots” for counter-movements to exploit.

Future Horizons: AI, Animals, and the Unseen Hand of Technology

Regarding future inquiries, Robles points to the absence of cryptocurrencies and AI in Hayek’s Bastards. Slobodian confirms these will be explored in his forthcoming book, Muskism, co-authored with Ben Tarnoff, which will delve into AI, effective altruism, and superintelligence. This work is slated for release next year.

However, Slobodian maintains a critical stance on cryptocurrencies, viewing them as “parasitical on a functioning traditional monetary system” and primarily “a hedge-speculative asset” or “plaything for a small number of libertarians and more recently large investors.” He believes his skepticism has been “a wise bet,” as the number of “true believers” in blockchain as a political template remains small, with most investors using crypto like any other growth sector.

Intriguingly, Slobodian’s other new research direction looks not to the digital future, but to a historical “backward” step: the changes in the human sciences in the postwar decades, specifically “How humans became animals at Harvard.” This project will explore the world of figures like Richard Herrnstein (a student of B. F. Skinner) and E. O. Wilson in the 1960s and 1970s, examining how humans were increasingly “analogized to animals.”

In Hayek’s Bastards, Quinn Slobodian has, with surgical precision, woven a compelling and unsettling thread through the tapestry of intellectual history. He compels us to confront the uncomfortable truths about the origins of our present predicament, reminding us that the seemingly spontaneous outbursts of populism are, in fact, the meticulously cultivated fruits of a long and complex intellectual lineage. One leaves his analysis with a renewed sense of vigilance, a heightened awareness of the subtle, often insidious, ways in which ideas, like the most potent of poisons, can mutate and proliferate, shaping our world in ways we are only now beginning to comprehend. Indeed, the stage is set for future acts in this ongoing drama, and one eagerly awaits Slobodian’s next intellectual curtain call.

“The Cynic & The Dandy” is an AI-generated essay series based on a hypothetical collaboration between Oscar Wilde and George Bernard Shaw.