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"It is at this cost that you can eat sugar in Europe" said the negro to Candide

 

Voltaire, the 18th Century French essayist, wrote about it in his 1762 smash hit, Candide: or the Optimist, and now one of my favorite social critics and class warriors, Barbara Ehrenreich, has attacked it in her latest offering, Bright-Sided: How the Relentless Promotion of Positive Thinking has Undermined America (October 2009).

As an early skeptic of heedless happiness, I can tell you it’s a lonely position to assume, kind of like being against puppies, or summer barbecues. Who in their right mind would peg optimism as a bad thing, and how could it positive thinking possible have, well, negative side-effects?

What Warren Buffett famously said about financial markets and other forums of mass self-delusion also turns out to apply to the cult of positive thinking: it’s only when the tide goes out that you find out who’s been swimming naked.

Now that the gravy train of conspicuous consumption and exhuberance has come to a shrieking halt, you can practically hear the air  wheezing out of the positive thinking balloon. The movement is now under attack by the twin spear carriers of logic and reality.

My own opinion on this cultural craze went from indifference to alarm with the dizzying popularity of The Secret, a kind of insidiousphilosophy (and book, and DVD, and multi-million-dollar franchise) which purports that the Universe will work with you to achieve your goals - whatever they are, from health, wealth, or romance - if you believe yourself deserving of them. In other words, it’s a question of mind over matter.

This is not very far removed from Leibnizianism, the popular philosophy Voltaire spoofed in Candide, that sought to prove by logical brain acrobatics and so-called rational thinking that “all is for the best in the best of all possible worlds”. This theory relies heavily on the existence of an all-knowing, all-powerful and mysterious God, whose actions on Earth may seem confusing to mere mortals, but who is ultimately perfect. His perfection means that, however nonsensical and odd His works may seems to us, they must be perfect because He is perfect. Nowadays we would refer to this kind of thinking as a “divine plan” or else we might tell ourselves  that everything happens for a reason as a means of coping with a terrifying and unpredictable world over which we have little control, if any.

Positive thinking à la The Secret, The Millionaire Mind, and their self-help ilk is similar to that mode of fatalism in that it also tries to impose an element of control over what is, in essence, a very random reality where luck, accident and coincidence play bigger roles than people would like to admit. The same kind of fatalism prevalent in very poor, terminally violent countries is simply the other side of the delusion coin. The rich, first world nations get to call it “The Power of Positive Thinking” while people whose children still routinely die from malaria and starvation are likely to surrender their collective will to a higher power than themselves. In other words, why bother trying to change things when only those things that are “meant” to happen, ever will? In a prosperous place, people allow themselves to think they “deserve” only good things, while the remaining 80% of the world’s population, mired in misery, will surrender to debilitating fatalism where it’s generally pointless to try and have a better life here on Earth.

This is where, for wealthy societies like those of North America, the Cayman Islands, belief in a benevolent, obliging Universe preoccupiedwith responding to the hopes and positive “vibes” of credulant Earthlings becomes a problem.

Take cancer.

The Cayman Observer ran a brilliant and absolutely terrifying New York Times article a few weeks ago about the gap in perception of cancer survival rates, and actual cancer survival rates. With all the money poured into cancer research over the past 30 years, long-term survival rates have barely budged. But that’s not the impression you and I get when we read the labels on certain foods, or when fruits and vegetables like broccoli and strawberries are touted for their “antioxidant” or cancer-fighting abilities. Of course, none of these foods are promise they’ll prevent cancer, just like The Secret, or The Millionaire Minddon’t promise wealth, health, and happiness, but they imply a correlational relationship which suggests that if you don’t achieve your heart’s desire, it’s very likely because of something you did, ate, thought, didn’t do, didn’t eat, or didn’t think.

And that’s cruel. Not only is it cruel, but it becomes downright dangerous when positive thinking replaces action based on a realistic outlook, paving the way for quick-witted, unscrupulous opportunists to fleece the eternally optimistic among us for all we’ve got.

Like, for example, the recent fleecing of investors, employees, and home-owners by an unregulated and highly speculative financial system. Yes, there is a connection here, and it’s the way wishful thinking has completely replaced our natural aversion to risk taking. It’s more than just the marriage of a keep-up-with-the-Jones’s mentality and the over-availability of consumer credit that’s worrisome, but the injection of spirituality that positive thinking brings into the mix. We should no longer keep our Earthly desires in check because we deserve total fulfillment and happiness, whether in the form of a safe, happy family, or a pair of Gucci pumps. It’s the emotional equivalent of taking materialism out of the closet and placing it on a public alter of worship.

Which brings me to Kenneth and Gloria Copeland and their “prosperity gospel” mega-ministry/business. The Copelands have eschewed preaching humility and simple, conscientious living in favor of spreading the Word of God through conspicuous consumption and the lusting after material delights. The idea is that by giving (presumably, to the Copelands and their network of ministries) you can achieve happiness here on Earth, instead of waiting around for a heavenly reward. And they’ve made millions. About a hundred million a year, actually, lifted entirely from an economic class of people that religion professor Dr. Jonathan L. Watler says resides “in that nebulous category between the working poor and the middle class”. People like truckers, and elementary school teachers, and nursing assistants. People who’ve had plenty of reason to mistrust the banks that sold them predatory sub-prime mortgages, and a government that pockets large chunks of their meager salaries and offers very little in return. Why not resort to a kind of delusional positive thinking that promises payoffs through prayer, when lifetimes of working hard and being productive citizens have resulted in exorbitant personal debt, foreclosures, and the looming threat that they are one medical crisis away from complete ruin.

It’s only normal that people, whether those stricken with scary diseases or personal disasters, turn to spirituality. It’s only normal to want - to need- to believe that we are more than just these imperfect vessels of hardship, disease, and misfortune. This is why the words of a poor Judeancarpenter who praised  compassion and humanized the poor still resonate today. He voiced a truth suspected by most, that spiritual comfort could not be found in material things or endeavors. But for a world order that depends so mightily upon the United States, and other wealthy nations’ willingness to spend, spend, spend, Jesus’s original message proves decidedly impractical, if not outright subversive.

Positive thinking, on the other hand, offers an adequate substitute for true spirituality while insidiously fuelling the fires that ravage our daily existence.

While I don’t suggest that we boycott Oprah until she starts running a ”Oprah’s Most Reviled Things” segment, or CNBC unless they create a show featuring failed entrepreneurs, I wonder if all future cancer patients might not be served better with a realistic approach to the disease and better end-of-life counseling. Maybe then we’d see fit to prioritize funding of new and risky types of research (like stem cell) over spending on more F-16 fighter jets. Or if a realistic picture of how easy it is for middle-class people to fall into poverty might not breathe new life into debates over welfare, health care, and other social programs. Hope is great, until it gets turned into a business model.

Optimism that is not tempered by critical thinking breeds selfishness and passivity in societies, and at the personal level, instills the same kind of guilt Catholicism, Protestantism, and Islam burden their less-than-perfect flock with. Did the cancer come back because of something I did? as opposed to: cancer is notoriously difficult to beat. Am I struggling to feed my kids because I am lazy? versus large swathes of people suffer because they are simply a low priority for their governments who are more interested in giving tax breaks to corporations without asking for anything in return.

What kind of social change can be affected with a little less positive thinking, and a little more positive action?

I wonder.

Back in 2000, fresh from my first ever trip to Cuba and desperate to reconnect with the happiness and wonder I found there, I took a salsa class. We were required to switch partners every so often and at one point I found myself dancing with a cute and chatty Mexican-Canadian.

And where was I from, he asked.

“I’m Palestinian” I ventured. You never know what kind of reaction you’re going to get with that, but he seemed like a nice guy, and warm, intelligent eyes. They coaxed an unsettling truth about me that’s the conversational equivalent of a screeching needle stabbing a party anthem to a halt.

To his credit, his response was quick, uncensored, and completely truthful. “It’s very tiring to keep hearing about the Middle East for all these years.”

I couldn’t agree more. It’s tiring. And emotionally draining, and just when your system adapts to the background noise of pain and misery and wretchedness, along comes a (literally) violent jolt that blows to smithereens all your efforts to box the conflict into a manageable spot at the back of your brain, next to humiliating memories from your teenage years and screw-ups from assorted first days on the job.

345 dead (and counting), 1400 thousand injured, and just in time for Christmas in Puerto Rico with mom, dad, and lil’sis.

Last time it was August 2006, smack-dab in the middle of a wonderful Euro-trip to catch up with Spanish cousins and a dear friend who’d married and moved to London. The score: 3000 dead Lebanese, countless injured, and I don’t know how many botched summer vacations and stranded relatives.

Sometimes I wish Israel would pick a less festive season, say, February, to put its war stratagems to the test, but then I wonder if this might not be the whole point all along.

It isn’t fair. I’m entitled to planning a vacation without worrying that I may be jinxing a few hundred Arabs into suffering an Israeli attack. You, dear readers, are also entitled to the upbeat posts, author profiles, and Cuba photos you came here for.

But here’s the rub. Caring is the price of decency. I care, therefore I deserve to exist, if you will.

What about Hamas’s rockets? What about the Israeli dead? (four, as of Tuesday morning) What about Hamas’s commitment to the destruction of Israel???

I get it. There’s only so much caring to go around in this world, and why should you waste any of it on these dusty, dirt-covered (when they’re not hiding behind unbecoming veils, that is), misogynistic Arabs?

Because usually, when we see a large amount of dead/injured people on one side of a conflict and hardly any dead/injured (in this case… one) on the other side, our gut instinct is to see the situation as lopsided and to connect the side with the high deaths/injuries with our sympathy.

But this is not happening here because we’ve been preconditioned to see the masses of Arabs not as individuals, but as hate-mongering machines, bent on the destruction of Israel. But saying that Palestinians - who democratically elected Hamas, a political party with a military wing, to negotiate on their behalf and are being punished for it - are committed to Israel’s destruction is like saying that white red state Republicans are committed to bringing back slavery.

“But Hamas don’t want peace! Retaliation is Israel’s only choice!”

If all you read are American newspapers, then you can’t be blamed for thinking so. The New York Times’s opinion makers, the Friedmans, Krugmans, Cohens and Dowds are silent today, and the lone “opinion” piece on the subject has this for a headline Israel Reminds Foes it Has Teeth“.

Ridiculous and utterly heartless headline aside, (I’m pretty sure that Palestinians, who have been dying on a fairly regular basis over the last 60 years are aware of Israel’s ‘teeth’), the content was interesting: the jist is that Israel, after suffering unanticipated PR disaster and military mishaps at the hands of a well-organized, moderately armed Hezballah, has decided to pick a weaker target in order to prove it’s still running the ‘hood.

It’s like a schoolyard bully getting an unexpected kick in the shins from the scrawny kid and then turning around and smacking the malnourished one from the poor family to make himself feel better.

I know you’re tired. So am I. I’m especially tired of the cynicism. I cheered along with everyone else when Barack H. Obama was elected and turned down my cyn-o-meter to low, not wanting to become like my parents, completely dissociated from western politics because they’d been bitten one too many times with promises of change and the reality of business as usual. But here we are, on the verge of another year, another president, and yet everything remains the same for Palestinians.

I didn’t want to write this post. I want to go back to making fun of ex-hedge fund managers who are losing their third and fourth homes and who have to fly first class for the first time in years because they can’t afford the Learjet anymore. I want to get back to my book, and my travel articles, and I would have loved to spend that last day in Puerto Rico laughing carelessly with my mom and dad instead of huddling in front of the TV, watching Ehud Barak talk about changing the “rules of the game” as the running headlines at the bottom of the screen reported mounting casualties.

My sister has been singing the praises of that Oprah wunderhit, The Power of Now, over the weekend, so when I saw it at the airport yesterday, I flipped through the opening pages. There was something in there about people in the olden days not being ready for spiritual enlightenment. That Jesus, Buddha and Mohammad only had pieces of truths to offer but it wasn’t time yet to accept the full truth and to accept the burdens of enlightenment and true spirituality. The author then wonders if we’re any readier for enlightenment today than those people were back then.

I don’t know. What I do know though, is that “I’m tired” can’t be an excuse not to care, or to try and find out about why these things are happening. It’s never been easier to get information (maybe too much information, but at least it’s there).

I promise to get back to fun posts tomorrow, but until then, here’s hoping you’ll take some time to read up on this so you can put into perspective the events that will shape the political discourse to come over the next months, possibly years.

Links:

Greg Mitchell on the US Media’s complicity even as Israeli Media questions the attacks on Gaza (Huffington Post)

The True Story Behind this War(Johann Hari, the London Independent)

Robert Fisk (award-winning Middle East correspondent for the London Independent)

“Trying to ‘teach Hamas a lesson’ is Fundamentally Wrong” - Tom Segev, Ha’aretz (an Israeli Daily newspaper)

Israeli Strikes on Gaza: What are the Motives? (The Guardian)