In Senior Seminar, my fellow Seminarees and I just finished a fascinating text by Susan Buck-Morss, called Hegel, Haiti and Universal History. In it, she argues for a new form of Universal History that disrupts Hegel's teleological aims. Using the specific example of Hegelian scholarship, she also shows the disciplinary blindness of both History and Philosophy departments, a critique grounded in a re-interpretation of the "Lordship and Bondage" section. Interestingly, she argues, the Haitian revolution may have inspired Hegel's abstract articulation of consciousness' first encounter with an other. A particular chapter drew my attention, and I'd like to delve into it further now.
Buck-Mors
concludes the chapter’s section, entitled “At the Crossroads,” with a simple
aphorism: “Only a distorted history is morally pure” (138). Living in Memphis,
it is difficult to excise the signifier “crossroads” from Robert Johnson’s
mythos. According to legend, he met the Devil in the middle of the night, while
walking down a desolate strip with his guitar. At the point of this meeting,
Johnson, by all accounts, lingered in mediocrity as a musician, a detail that
enhances the myth’s power. The Devil approaches him with a common proposition.
Johnson accepts the terms by handing over his guitar. The Devil tunes it and
hands it back. From that moment on, Johnson, if you believe the stories, became
the bluesman we know him as today. (Some say his wife and child paid the price
for his choice—they both died during child birth. Others say different.)
Buck-Mors offers an alternative to
the either/or option given to Mr. Johnson. For her money, ‘both’ reconciles the
distortions that disrupt the apparent teleological trajectory so often peddled
by Historians, Philosophers, and Politicians, alike: “The less we see historical
actors as playing theatrically coherent roles, the more universally accessible
their human dilemmas become” (145). In an attempt to encapsulate the totality
of history, teachers and students accept the historical shorthand that jacks up
the contrast on a complicated picture, so much so that all the detail gets
lost. We must employ a porosity that does not exclude on detail on disciplinary or methodological grounds.
Rather than appropriating this
Manichean metric, revisionary historians tend on the side of detail but
inevitably omit certain factors in order to intrench—either accidentally or
maliciously—a certain vantage points that valorizes or demonizes: “Empathic
imagination may well be our best hope for humanity. The problem is that we
never seem to imagine this humanity inclusively enough, but only by excluding
an antithetical other, a collective enemy beyond humanity’s pale” (144).
Through difference comes creation and ossification. The movement towards this
kind of thinking, however, leaves the creator and the created stuck, bound to
the other, limited. The stultifying impact degrades the position of history and
localizes it to particular places. These oppositions, then, play out in the
same way as the metaphysical concepts of Light and Dark, entombed in perpetual
battle. Buck-Mors recognizes how this position debilitates the scholar and her
scholarship: “The limits of our imagination need to be taken down brick by
brick, chipping away at the cultural embedded-ness that predetermines the
meaning of the past in ways that hold us captive in the present” (149). For Buck-Morss, the differences between these two methods is the difference between the M/S dialectic's denouement and the miracle found in absolute spirit. In the same way that Haiti seems stuck, even now, in the later show down, Scholarship, too, seems stuck in a situation the denies every subject the recognition that they need.
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