This CEO assassination in December 2024, more than the Trump assassination attempts and more than the vulgar street violence and Antifa-ism and Capitol riot of the Long Year 2020, more than the festering cells of rightwing militias and radicalized networks across the country, more than the meaningless incel mass shootings and horrific school shootings and terrorist bombings of the past three decades—but only a little bit more, as a kind of final unveiling of the truth—really ought to awaken a lot of people to the nihilistic reality of the moment. And not just the assassination itself, but the public response—the desensitized normalcy of something only a little stranger than the usual fare of our public life, the active sympathy and support of a surprisingly large number of not-quite-radical young Americans left and right, the cackling memes about how chadlike and handsome and sexy this Luigi kid was, how the CEO and all CEO’s have it coming for them. Perhaps there is something vaguely wholesome about the solidarity and bipartisanism of these young, blackpilled internet folks and stymied young professionals who otherwise hate each other, cheering on the violent demise of an old order. They know not what they do.
There’s been a surprising outpouring of commentary following the old pattern on the right, and its new cooptation by the left, of this guy being one of these young men who faces no prospects, who does everything right and can’t rise to the status he deserves, finally breaking and going all Joker as he goes insane and resorts to violence, a kind of well-adjusted incel. Sympathetic[i] in a way my liberal friends, who partake in a fashionable pseudo-radicalism against the institutions they inhabit, can endow on a rightwing-coded anarchist whose cause they can read as adjacent to that which they profess.
But this Luigi guy was the opposite of an incel. His abs, man. His multiple degrees from UPenn and the salary he commanded. The silver spoons his rich haole father in Hawaii bequeathed him. Millennials and Zoomers in tech, in finance, in consulting, with advanced degrees from nice prestigious schools, aren’t the wretched of the Earth; instead of being leaders they can get nice and comfy and rich, and know exactly how. Their artsy classmates who chose to be journalists and activists and define our public discourse (hi) are delusional, and made their own choice to seek fleeting status while forgoing lasting wealth. Luigi’s own salary, his own intelligence, the leisure with which he could actually read Ted Kaczynski’s whole manifesto, and write reviews of it. And like Ted Kaczynski’s manifesto, his own understanding of the world and condemnation of its tyrannies and hypocrisies and contradictions are not, in fact, wrong. This guy is not a Nicola Sacco, a Bartolomeo Vanzetti, a Giuseppe Zangara—the incels of the Industrial Revolution. He’s an Osama Bin Laden, the true-believing upper-class radical of the sort that leads every ostensibly spontaneous working-class revolution of the modern age our bourgeois bohemians celebrate, believing themselves impervious allies.
The revolutions of the modern age. Of the various things America’s been kinda-sorta good at in the past century and a half, it’s been weathering technological, economic, and social revolutions that destroyed other regimes, bathed in seas of blood. Our social violence, after the horrors of the Civil War, was always somewhat contained. The South’s suppression of the black freedom movements for a century was ended comparatively bloodlessly, for all the blood it shed. The populist movements and labor strikes of the later 19th Century, after some early marginalization and intransigence and a few too many assassinations, were funneled into mainstream politics pretty quickly, the decadents of the time realizing compromise was their only survival and, of course, the American way. The exhausted insecurity of the Depression, managed aptly by the second-greatest political genius of our tradition, did not see the mass violence of the Progressive era from the 1880s to the Long Year 1919, the supposed seeds of revolutionary Fascism and Communism in America smothered by the creative impression-management of Franklin Roosevelt, which far more than any successes of the New Deal’s measures, restored the American people’s faith in the system of government that had failed them in 1929. The fruits of the consolidated normalcy of the postwar moment, in the countervailing mass radicalisms of the raging 1960s—mostly channeled politically in their rightwing form of fiery conservatism as a mass movement, mostly channeled in their leftwing form on the streets in the massive AntiWar movement and little cells from Oakland to Brooklyn, surviving into the cynical 1970s in the Weatherman styles of domestic terrorism—raged and sputtered and died under that most improbable of moderates, Richard Nixon, mostly through a series of domestic initiatives that undercut the most radical of the radicals and gave the impression of a government, again, that cared, and the long-drawn end of the war in Vietnam. As Walter McDougall notes, “The ghettos and campuses fell silent.”
Without falling into the tempting sort of cyclical political astrology we each, at some point, try to develop mechanically, it is important we note that the great domestic peacekeepers of these times were all profoundly conservative, profoundly revolutionary, and profoundly progressive all in one. They sought to conservative something sacred to American order by sacrificing a cancerous part of that order which could no longer be preserved, and by creatively realigning reforms, the structure of politics and the state, and the valences of the public discourse to channel the energy and dissipate the chaos of the transformative times in which they governed. Their statecraft was the American version of that of Benjamin Disraeli and Lee Kuan Yew. The age of Lincoln and Grant ended in the age of Theodore Roosevelt; the age of Theodore ended in the age of Franklin Roosevelt; the age of Franklin ended in the age of Richard Nixon. That last age clearly did not create a truly stable order, and sowed the seeds of its own decadence and destruction; it is unclear if we now pass into a new age, or if the age of Obama and Trump is merely the death-rattle of an order too poorly-structured to truly channel its inward violence.
But each of these politicians, far more than imposing any sort of genius policy design, did at least three things—they creatively pushed reforms around that, in different ways, defused the public distrust in the broader system; they managed the public discourse in ways that calmed the earlier storms even while creating new ones; and they accomplished this within the structures and along the traditions of the American system of government, even while redirecting those structures and traditions under the requirements of the new age. (Hence why all Jeffersonian-inflected political traditions despise and distrust them.)
In our own time we face the deepest running crisis the country’s faced since Nixon’s time, exacerbated by the incompetence of the post-9/11 wars and the dearth of any punishment for the accidental architects of our financial and housing crises of the late Bush and early Obama eras, the panic around the election of Donald Trump and the mass institutional neurosis and irresponsibility of the COVID era. All the longstanding trends amid all this—polarization and distrust, anomie and loneliness, institutional dysfunction and policy decadence, rising prices and declining wages, etc. etc. etc.—have tended towards the present crisis. And those good folks in policy world who point to any number of nice economic indicators and other numerical wizardry, those good-faith civic activists pressing for civil-society extensions as a model for our government’s internal business or new united American identities as the spiritual resolution to our crisis, those localists always hawking the decentralization or those national-service types pressing for mandatory national park maintenance jobs for every working American between the ages of 18 and 25 for Kennedyan civic virtue or whatever—they completely miss the point. The revolutions of our time, social and technological and economic, have forced a realignment that only a small segment of our political and cultural elites have recognized, and even they labor under the delusions of elite-replacement theories while often possessing negligible governing experience of their own. The American people trust neither each other nor any of the institutions that have shepherded them and their ancestors for decades, so polarized they are. No strong whole-of-society visions for pragmatic yet principled advance have emerged; the nonpolarized policy agendas merely tinker and cannot truly imagine, the creative structural rethinkings implicitly depend on the suppression of some segment of Americans, be it 1% or 10% or some other population deemed parasitic. Whatever time and stability we’ve been bought by the second election of Donald Trump and its aftermath, the underlying crisis remains untouched, and a bench of flamboyantly, creatively weird internet people does not seem any more likely to steer the country out than the past bench of uncreative old guard public servants.
But again, let it not be mistaken—we are in a great long-running social and political crisis.
Which brings us back to this criminal, this probable domestic terrorist, this icon of an exhausted pair of generations who truly cannot see a place for themselves on the American stage. He has committed the greatest of all crimes against everything that is good and holy about the American Union, the American Republic, the American Democracy—the murder, for political and ideological reasons, of another American, no matter how disgusting that dead American’s actions and office and all he represents might be. It is only the most recent in a long line of far worse incidents of the same crime in our era, especially in the past ten years—the rightwing militia attacks, the leftwing mob riots, the riot at the Capitol, the occupation of whole city blocks, failed and successful assassinations of political leaders left and right, school shootings and truck attacks and bombings and so much more. The novelty of the CEO murder is in the widespread, if perhaps not universal, celebration of it by shockingly large portions of the American public. Violence begets violence; our dark angels are unleashed; the normalization of political assassination, an American Years of Lead, cannot lead to the justice its cheerleaders pretend. It reveals decadence and prolongs it. And then it isn’t only the CEO’s and politicians and the shooters themselves who die, nor only those whose lives and politics grow more corrupting, decadent, pernicious.
Again, this Luigi guy is not by any means the first man in our era to commit a heinous act of political violence—look merely to the last 20 years or so, and a few more before that. What makes his case unique is the chord it strikes in the young Americans of our generation, a generation proving itself now to be precisely as decadent, irresponsible, and unworthy as the Boomers who caused all our public messes and rule us incompetently. Decadence is not a merely elite phenomenon; it goes all the way down the social ladder. To cave into anarchism and brownshirtism—and that is exactly what all this stuff is—is barbaric, unbecoming of civilized people. The murder wasn’t based, it wasn’t epic, it wasn’t the rise of any useful kind of class consciousness, mobilizable for social revolution. It was a criminal assault on the union. Do I really have to read you back your Federalist Papers or your Lyceum Address or, for that matter, some of the speeches of Barack Obama and Bernie Sanders and John McCain and even Donald Trump?
The fundamental continuity, order, and vigor of the American society is the only condition under which any kind of freedom, justice, progress, heritage, or whatever else you identify your politics by might be maintained or advanced. Break the union, kill Americans, kill a lot of Americans, whether they deserve it or not, and you break the sacred bonds and time-tested process by which the great and necessary revolutions of our age are brought about with a minimal loss of human life and general maintenance of the good things of our society. It is conservative, progressive, and revolutionary all in one, and it is not so much a governing agenda or set of principles as a temperament and attitude towards society and toward people, bold and patient and creative and cynical and hopeful all in one. It is the way of the Roosevelts, and the way of the Roosevelts can only start at the level of the personal—that they who would deserve to lead earn it by their conduct.
From Lincoln’s and Grant’s trials we might consider the fundamental constitutional questions of the state, and different Americas in rancor; from Theodore Roosevelt’s, the essential reformism and civic vigor necessary to channel and suppress the discontent of the truly “left-behind” and the culpability of the plutocrats and futurists; from Franklin Roosevelt’s, the essential creativity and juggling necessary for faith in the system to be restored, and the institutional revolutions and class-war balances which alone can tame the revolutionary impulse; from Richard Nixon’s, the channeling and harnessing of great political balances into new and stable alignments, and the long-term bulwark against upheaval maintained by firm light touches. None of these models tolerates domestic political violence against the regime, and resorts to violence against dissident forces mostly in extreme cases; each of these models strives not merely to govern, but to reform and reorient and reorder.
Lincoln’s and Grant’s, and Nixon’s, were conducted by people who were essentially middle-class. The two Roosevelts were complete aristocrats, leading in an age of elites, as was essentially inevitable under the class balance of the time. If you are reading this and aspire to public leadership of any sort, then you are an equivalent form of American elite, even if you were not born as silver-spooned a snob as they were. And you have a responsibility to the sort of responsible patricianism in public service which they embodied. Some folks call this noblesse oblige, which is fine, but smacks of baron envy. Patrician public responsibility is fine.
The Rooseveltian ethos is both personal and political. At the level of the personal, it is more than anything else about unconditional strength, not only moral but even physical, not for the sake of strength alone but for the moral and characterological impacts it has upon the psyche and the soul, and the solidarity it implies with the vigor of the American people. Theodore had his strenuous life hunting beneath the western sky and boxing in the White House, a lifelong flight from the tragedies of his youth; Franklin was an athlete in his youth and a shockingly strong redeemed sufferer from the long moment of his polio diagnosis all the way through his presidency. They wouldn’t have been so genuinely sympathetic toward their fellow Americans down the ladder had they not overcome their physical and psychological weaknesses by the sheer willpower of physical strength, the old and new frontier ways. The moral backbone that strength buttressed was a central font of their contrasting charismas, and a source of the belovedness they each enjoyed. Their origins in New York State’s aristocracy, their fundamental comfort and status and essential imperviousness to bald corruption in a very corrupt age, gave them access to the governing elite which they otherwise likely could not have gotten; and it gave their politics a distinct form.
The essential Rooseveltian style was what a friend of mine has interestingly described as the ethos of true democracy; the representation of all social interests in the system of governance, and the peaceful transfer of power between elites as they cycle. This, the American system of government, in its pluralism and law, has been uniquely capable of doing; and the Roosevelts were among its greatest practitioners. It was political of course in its selections of enemies, not just in foreign jingoism but in cruel denunciations of radicals at home, not all of whom were guilty of near-treason, and political and financial elites at the heights of society, who justly saw the Roosevelts as class traitors. But a great political juggler can condemn the malefactors of great wealth and economic royalists, among others, while reincorporating them, as well as the vulgar domestic extremists, into new orders of a coherent society.
Fundamental social crisis—anomie and meaninglessness, disorientation of identity and decline of community, the psychic terror and vitriolic anger emergent from material insecurity and political hopelessness, vast unbridgeable cultural conflicts, distrust of all the institutions which are supposed to protect those necessary social goods—characterizes revolutionary ages in modernity. The structural and cultural contradictions and insufficiencies that fail to resolve those social crises, instead compounding them, are often set in place by inertia, interest, and total dearth of political creativity and courage. Both Roosevelts, in their own ways, were shockingly talented enough to simultaneously project an optimism towards the social crises which the American people could feel as well, a great political gift, while aligning and destroying and creating new alignments and institutions capable of managing and allaying the sources of structural and cultural dysfunction, and correcting them over time. They restored trust in the dignity of American democracy while setting it on firmer foundations, a double task of statecraft founded on their political genius, which in turn was founded on their ethics of responsibility, which in turn was made possible by their deep reserves of personal strength, freely chosen.
The implications of the Rooseveltian ethos for young aspirants to leadership must be explored in depth. But for our purposes it is sufficient to demonstrate that in an age of crisis and dysfunction descending into violence and exhaustion, a model of politics for both revolutionary and conservative ends, using progressive means, is possible, for a decent transition from order to order without destroying the cohesion of society. And, additionally, that there is a discrete and replicable ethos of statecraft, citizenship, leadership, and personal conduct cultivating the attitudes and habits of that style of leadership.
The ethos of the two Roosevelts is the best existing model. It can and should be updated and practiced; and as our age begins to resemble all the past epochs of crisis in its own ways, the most successful American stewards in those crises ought to be emulated.
For what it’s worth, I think it’s past time some genuinely revolutionary reforms to the American social contract come about, from restoring more of the mid-20th century financial models to adopting public utility and even partial nationalization models on everything from healthcare to social media, to arrangements in industrial policy, public investments, and regulatory repeal towards a culture of building stuff, modernizing the old decrepit things, unleashing and directing money and resources and manpower, and making America over again. Lee Kuan Yew gave a philosophy and a model of this; it could only work in Singapore, but it is worth adaptation everywhere. The abundance people and the state capacity people are probably right enough, even as their models are sort of blinding flashes of the obvious. I’m not a policy guy and I’ll leave this to the policy guys. But figuring this stuff out on everything from our generation’s student debts to our miniscule wages to our inability to buy our own homes is probably necessary in the long run, and we’re missing chances to be creative, make big policy mistakes, restore the faith of our fellow citizens that the government is trying hard to solve these things. Corporate plutocrats and managerial technocrats would be wise to fall in line and start making these impressions, too.
And I firmly, strongly believe, that Luigi and everyone like him who has committed heinous violence for political reasons, is an American human being who can redeem himself, can be useful to the union, can be useful to this generation and to the American project in all its broken and redemptive glory. The CEO he killed could’ve become a patriot and not a parasite, too, as can all CEO’s, as must all elites. Redemption, not only as a human being but as an American patriot, for any number of American causes and in any number of ways, is possible for everybody. Once upon a time George Wallace did this, apologizing profoundly to John Lewis and throwing his last whisps of political capital to the late stages of civil rights and to reconciliation in the South. James Longstreet, a genuine traitor, did so too, defending Reconstruction and the Union for the federal government, up to the point of firing on his former Confederate comrades in the violent battles in New Orleans as the Civil War’s horrendous legacies throbbed and rattled.
Most of our fellow Americans—not of the older generations, not even of our generation—are not going to be helpful on this. It is not the way of things for most people in any society to aspire to be a leader; there are many, many honorable ways of life, and part of the greatness of America is the sanctity of the simple. But another nice thing about America is that a leader of many sorts can come from anywhere. And we have plenty of models, and the two great Roosevelts are among the greatest of them all. Our times are at present no more tumultuous than theirs, indeed blessedly less so; and we are no less capable of the self-improvement and aspirations for public responsibility as they were. Any young person who craves power or feels pressured to duty has a kind of personal responsibility to study and probably emulate the model, whatever their politics. We still might fear not fear itself; we shall dare mighty things.
[i] A sympathy they do not extend, incidentally, to the actual no-prospect-facing, status-bottomed, deliriously hopeless and insane violent shooters who actually do fit that analytic mold, the sufferers of the worst mental health crisis and social ostracization in our present American life—the incels. But that, and its violent consequences and the ways out of it, and the reality that their status is not their fault but their escape is their own responsibility alone, is another story.
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