Hobbes Was Right:  Anarchy Sucks

Hobbes Was Right: Anarchy Sucks

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Takhar Province, 2001

You know, in cartoons, when the wolf stares at porky pig and he morphs into pork chops?  I look into the villagers’ eyes and realize they see me as prey. “Give me your passport,” a burly 18 year-old pokes me in the chest.

“Give me your camera,” another, more practical, insists.

I try to be jocular, try not to show any fear.  “I can’t give you the camera.  It is my camera. I need it.  I am the cameraman.”

“No I am cameraman, give it to me.”

The crowd presses closer. A week after the fall of Kabul, we are travelling though the mountainous back lands of Afghanistan to the capital. In my colleagues’ pockets tens of thousands of dollars.  On our trucks hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of gear and supplies. Every third man in the crowd has a rifle on his back. We have a single AK-47. Considering that the per capita income in Afghanistan is under $400 a year, we are carrying enough cash to make these villagers rich beyond the dreams of avarice.

While I am pretending not to be frightened by this pack of ravenous adolescents, Commander Mustafa, our Northern Alliance escort, is calmly explaining to more senior villagers that we are travelling under the protection of the new regime. He doesn’t touch his gun, our only weapon.  It remains tranquilly on the backseat of his jeep.   The implicit message: yes of course you can rob and kill us now but then the wrath of our big brother will be upon you. Do you want to take that chance?

In rural Afghanistan it is the tradition of family loyalty and the threat of vengeance that maintains order.  No Afghan government has ever controlled much more than the ring road connecting the four main cities, so the people themselves have created their own system of justice. Despite per capita automatic weapon ownership greater than Utah or East St. Louis, some semblance of peace is maintained.  If you were to kill me, then my brothers would be duty bound to try and kill you.  The certainty of their need for revenge is a damper on violence.  It isn’t the best system but it is better than nothing.

Slowly calmly, we work our way back into our cars and drive off. Some kids chase after us, but no one shoots at us, they let us go. Afterwards, our translator Maboub tells me this town is known as a bandit village, legendary in the area for robbing travellers.  He tells me we were fools to have stopped. He says the only reason we aren’t dead is that the biggest bandit just happened to be out of town.

I think a deeper explanation has to do with timing.  If we were to find ourselves in the same village today, with Commander Mustafa and just one gun, we would most likely be robbed and killed. Fear and respect for the Northern Alliance and its government has dissipated. Today, I would never travel those roads unless embedded with the overwhelming firepower of an American army convoy.

But back in November 2001, helped by precision US bombing, the Northern Alliance had just defeated the Taliban and retaken Kabul.  To ordinary Afghans, they were the rising force, to be scoffed at at peril. I think the villagers reckoned that though they could kill us and steal our money, the risk of vengeance by our Northern Alliance protectors outweighed any possible gain. And this of course is the same logic that drives law-abiding behaviour in our more civilized lands.  It is the fear of a larger power that will at some later date make us pay for our depredations that keeps us all in line.

Times Square 1975

The man with the gold tooth sidles up and mutters “loose joints, loose joints.” 42nd street is a cornucopia   of illegal activity.  Pimps, whores, drug dealers and an array of hustlers whose scam is not immediately apparent crowd the sidewalks. PCP, heroin, marijuana and sex are all on offer by men who seem spectacularly unreliable.  The besuiited commuters stride by, dodging the criminals, trying to avoid eye contact. Wow.  For a 17 year old new to the city, Times Square is both exhilarating and a bit scary.

Even when I do see a cop on the Deuce, he is strikingly ineffectual. The hustlers might be momentarily circumspect but since they know the policeman can only search them if he has “probable cause”, they continue their business without undue concern. The cop recognizes his impotence and walks without confidence or authority, forced to pretend he does not see the illegality all around him.  The thugs are more in control than he is.   The streets of New York have been abandoned to the bad guys.

In the early 1960s, for reasons of cost and convenience, the New York City Police Department changed its way of doing business. No longer would the local cop wander the streets of his neighbourhood, chatting with old ladies as they swept their stoops, taking apples from grocery stores, sipping free cups of coffee from diners.  That sort of ordinary interaction was seen as a temptation to corruption and so officers were put in squad cars, their mandate not to patrol their beat but rather to respond to reported incidents of crime. Stuck in their vehicles, busy reacting to 911 calls, their very presence no longer prevented wrongdoing.  By the 1980s, sirens blaring, cops would flash by drug dealers openly plying their trade or pimps beating their whores and do nothing. Providing public order was no longer their responsibility.

Entire neighbourhoods were abandoned to the drug trade. The bodegas of Alphabet City stopped stocking milk; all you could buy was dope.  Even midtown streets were perilous.  I was mugged in the middle of a crowded sidewalk between Fifth and Sixth Avenues at two in the afternoon. The citizens who espied my assailants’ knives just walked around me without a word, noticing but not interfering, knowing that getting involved could be dangerous. The rise of crime, the collapse of civility seemed inexorable. In 1980, John Carpenter directed Escape From New York, a blockbuster motion picture that predicted that within twenty years all of Manhattan would be a maximum-security prison ruled by criminal gangs. At the time, it didn’t seem that far fetched.

New York is different now. You can’t buy drugs or blowjobs on 42nd street anymore. Little boutiques on Avenue C sell $800 lamps. What happened? Yes the rise of finance brought higher paying jobs to Manhattan, yes rents went up, pricing out the mooks. But the simplest, most basic answer is that cops came back to the streets. 

A few years ago, coming out of a bar late at night on 9th avenue just south of the bus terminal, I thought to myself, how sketchy the area still looked, how wary I would have been had I found myself in that landscape a decade earlier. And then, before I even had time to get nervous, two cops strode by, just walking their normal beat, and I recognized the mechanism by which Manhattan was transformed. The police force expanded by a third (to 40,000 officers, one policeman for every 200 citizens) but more important cops returned to their traditional role. With NYPD boots on the ground, they, rather than the criminals own the night. Police presence inhibits criminal activity and so is a prerequisite for any sort of economic growth.   Without more cops and their more aggressive policing, the average Manhattan apartment today would not be worth $1 million. 

Basra 2008.  

The Marine lounges on his cot.  We sit in an old garage that he and his comrades have commandeered and turned into a firebase. Two weeks before, when they marched into Basra, they expected heavy fighting, been told by their superior officers to expect the block-to-block brutal slog of Falluja.  So they packed light, carrying little but water and ammo.

But when the Iraqi 1st Army and their American Marine mentors marched in, ready for war, the militias melted away and the Basrawis greeted their new protectors with open arms. The expected gunfights never happened.   The Marine takes a puff on his cigarette, and asks me “Did you hear any bullets today?”  I shake my head no.  “Didn’t think so,” he smiles. The Mahdi Militia could have fought vicious battles in   the narrow alleys throughout of the city but instead they dissipated. The reason: the ordinary citizens of Basra wanted them out, wanted the government back.

For years much of Basra had been a no go zone for coalition forces and the Iraqi military. Most British soldiers based here did not even know the basic geography of the city. Many spent their entire tour in country holed up at their base near the airport, having abandoned the city to the Shia militias and their gangster allies. Once the authority of the government evaporated, inevitably, thugs took over.  Women were murdered for wearing makeup, for having jobs. Anarchy is so much less attractive than it sounds.

Our desire for safety and peace trumps just about everything else. The Iraqi citizens in the poor neighbourhoods of town, still have posters of Muqtadr al Sadr on their walls, and probably still identify with him, his party, his family and his policies but getting rid of the gangsters in Islamic garb that had been running the city took precedence over political affiliation. After the success of Operation Charge of the Knights, President Maliki, long thought a second rate politician, a pawn of the Iranians, a pawn of the Americans, gained in authority and finally received the respect due to the leader of his nation.  The Basrawis were pleased.

Beirut 1972

My Tante Janine is a beauty, a society woman, and a militant on the politburo of the Lebanese Socialist Party. I’ve been living far away in America with my father so she feels the need to explain the politics of my maternal homeland. So far, I’m enjoying my stay in Beirut, going to movies, playing pinball, staying out late.  Hamra Street is a sea of neon. The people are fashionably dressed, Mercedes and Jaguars honk their horns in traffic jams.  The city seems rich and modern.  In 1972, Beirut is still the “Paris of the Middle East”. Liz Taylor and Richard Burton come here to vacation.

Janine explains the country’s confusing confessional system, in which various religious groups are guaranteed political offices.  A Maronite must be President, a Sunni Prime Mininster, a Shia speaker of Parliament.  The Maronites, no longer the majority, retain disproportionate power.  This strikes Janine as criminal. “They are silly,” she tells me. She hates that they pretend they are Phoenicians and deny their Arab heritage.  She predicts an uprising that will drive her enemies from power. Sitting in her tasteful flat, she calls for war.

More tears are shed for answered prayers. Three years later, she gets her wish.   A strike in Sidon, violently repressed, a drive by shooting of a Maronite church, the murder of a bus full of Palestinians.  The police and the army dissolve into their religious components. Without the traditional authorities in charge, militias take over. The city is divided in half. Checkpoints appear.  Men who don’t believe in God are murdered for the religion noted on their identity card.  Beirut is no longer a jet set destination but a byword for hell.  For fifteen years, the banking, insurance, media, and commercial hub of the Middle East becomes a warzone.

Janine soon recognizes her error.  She understands that even the rule of those she loathes is preferable to militia anarchy. Unlike many of her social class, she remains in Lebanon for most of the Civil War.  She could leave but feels the need to share her country’s agony.  She quits the party. A Christian, she uses her contacts on the left to save the lives of coreligionists in the Chouf. With art exhibitions and discussion groups she does her small part to maintain the cultural life of the city she loves.   On her deathbed she weeps that she given her life to failed ideologies, to socialism and pan Arabism. I remember her as glamorous and tragic.

Lebanon is still paying the price for its civil war. With its location, commercial background, and educated people it should have continued to hold a central position in the Levantine economy but it has never recovered from fifteen years of war. Today tacky Dubai rather then beautiful Beirut is the hub of the Middle East.

In times of tranquillity, it is easy to see the appeal of violence. Like my aunt, the men who planned the American invasion of Iraq probably thought no government could be worse than the one they hoped to overthrow. But even a corrupt and brutal government is better than no government at all. I’ll never forget, during the darkest days of the Iraqi civil war, a Baghdadi telling me bitterly how life had been better under Saddam.  Fuad was no Ba’athist; he had spent years in Saddam’s jails.  But life without rulers had become too precarious.  Every neighbourhood had its own militia.  Checkpoints, manned by god knows who were everywhere. Murder and torture were endemic. As a Kurd in a Shiite neighbourhood, Fuad constantly feared for the safety of his family.   No wonder he missed the stability of the old regime when Iraqis were wary of the government, but not each other.  

Hobbes was right.  Without the government monopoly on violence, life is nasty brutish and short.  The moral of Takhar Province: it is the fear of the greater power of the state that keeps us in line.  The moral of Beirut: injustice is better than Civil War. The moral of New York: abandoning state control is a political decision, as is reclaiming it.  The moral of Basra: the return of stability will be welcomed everyone of no matter what political affiliation, except perhaps the gunmen.

We in the west are so accustomed to police and courts of law and calling 911 that we take them for granted.  The conservative antipathy to government, the Reaganite notion that “Government is the problem,” is a tad adolescent, complaining about mom and dad, forgetting they feed us, house us and do the laundry.  And the liberal assumption that government exists to serve the interest of the people is also naïve. Government power at its deepest level is coercive.  I don’t pay my taxes because I support government policies, I pay my taxes because if I don’t the state can take my house, or throw me in jail.  Thank God for that.


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Hobbes' political philosophy did not transition well in to atomic age and beyond. In a Hobbsian state of nature, the strongest individual is the individual who has unlimited freedom. Yes, Hobbes considers sovereign states to remain within the state of nature so that individual citizens may not have to. The problem is this entire conceptual framework is predicated on a narrative in which the weak band together to overpower the lone strong individual, forcing civility through threat to life. The advent of new and improved weaponry (particularly weapons that can cause massive devastation with the push of a button) without the possibility of access to the general populace inverts this propose structure and enables a single individual to hold an entire nation hostage.

Yes, your empirical evidence does support your conclusions but only if you treat these instances as independent from other communities and ignore the motion toward cosmopolitanism. It is appropriate if the community is a fairly closed network. But in New York and some of your other examples, external variables are too great to necessarily establish the correlation between your evidence and your conclusions as a causal relation. The theoretical framework you're argument is operating within is not sound.

What is problematic in Hobbes' interpretation is that it assumes that human beings are not naturally social and altruistic which research into moral psychology has demonstrated otherwise. Humans are not egoistic islands unto themselves, and neither are most social nonhuman animals.. Most reasoned anarchists (and I am an anarchist only insofar as I am an esthete), argue that education should cultivate interdependence and natural reciprocal behavior so that strong egoistic motivators do not govern individual behavior. It may sound overtly idealistic, but moral psychology says it is plausible.

Even an individual with antisocial personality disorder can understand codependence through a utilitarian moral framework: actions that directly harm others do not obtain a greater utility for oneself than mutual beneficence: the economy is not a zero-sum game.

For instance:

Hobbes assumed that human beings were "naturally evil" and that political organization was our best shot at becoming morally good, as base as we are. You are throwing that entire segment of his argument out.

This is the argument that's always made about China: why did they endure such terrible governments for such a long time? Because anarchy is worse.
There is a bit of a problem with all of these examples, which is that all but one of these places once had order, but it as obliterated by some great tension - war, crime, religion (the exception being New York).

Tom Streithorst

Gepay, I think we mostly agree. Yes there are certainly moments in history in which communities banded together and created non hierarchical and free social structures that worked. Anarchist Barcelona, beloved of Orwell is a great example. And yes powerful outside forces contributed to the collapse of Lebanon and the chaos in the Congo. However I don't think that invalidates my point.

The favelas of Rio for a long time had been abandoned by the state. The police might go in for a raid but day to day control was in the hands of drug gangs. The hipster left romanticized this state of affairs and claimed the communities we in some sense self governing, free from oppressive class structures. The people who lived there were not so sanguine.

A few years ago, the state returned to the favelas, establishing police stations within their boundaries. The residents I asked were overjoyed. Even the corrupt Rio police was preferable to the drug gangs and indeed, the police in the favelas seem to be less corrupt than usual.

Hobbes doesn't say that all of us are brutal and violent. He says that unless I am sure you will not rob and kill me, I have a reason to perhaps rob and kill you first. The Leviathan gives us reason to trust our fellow citizens.

Tom Streithorst

Buddy, I disagree. Beirut was quite civilized in 1972. If the police , for whatever reason, abandoned Notting Hill, how long do you think it would remain civilized? For a few days, things would be alright. Then a rash of break ins. Then muggings and rapes. Then the civilized folk would band together, create neighborhood militias. If it were only Notting Hill, then the Westminster authorities would step in. If it were all of the UK, I suspect the British would end up making the Lebanese seem civilized.

Pretty poor examples. How would Anarchy work out in civilised Europe?

Anarchy only works in a civilised society. It requires all your family and friends to pull together to assist the need and chronically violent through poor upbringing.

You just don't pull the rug from under. You progress.

Once every child is brought up properly, you won't have violence. I don't commit crime because I fear the police or prison. I am law abiding because I know its right.

It doesn't sound that effective to say most of the time its better to have a bad government than no government at all. There were places in Spain during the 30's where because of stale mate conditions between the loyalists and the fascists , there was anarchy. Some small villages kept the postman and preferred anarchy. Of course, anarchy doesn't prosper and spread - it doesn't offer protection from the power yahoos - governmental or private like the ganglords that rule parts of Kingston, Jamaica, The civil war in Lebanon would probably not have happened without the machinations of world powers and Israel. The French revolution happened because the ruling government became so corrupt that dying fighting it was no more likely than dying obeying its rules and your children would have better opportuinity if you won. It also depends on your place in the power structure. I don't think most slaves in pre-revolutionary St. Dominique (now Haiti) would have agreed with you when their masters thought it was cheaper to work their slaves to death and buy new slaves than to take care of the ones they had.
Question - would millions of people have died in the "anarchy" of the Congo of the last few years if it hadn't been for the interference of the Western powers starting since independence from Belgium (how many Congolese died because of the Belgian colonization?)
The problem is not anarchy but how to protect oneself against power hungry individuals - the answer being government - but who polices the police - or the big governments - or now the international corporations and the elites they support.
Its amazing how just a very average kind of good government is best for most people.
Sad that even that is very rare.

Tom Streithorst

Dio, of course anarchy in the abstract is wonderful and yes governments have done awful things (not as awful in the west post 1945 as they used to) but ask anyone in Baghdad in 2006 if things were better under Saddam (a pretty awful tyrant) than they were with no Leviathan to keep the thugs in line.

Very little described here is anarchy or anarchism. For example, a hierarchy of tribal affiliation in Afghanistan is not anarchism. A militia, military, government, or a powerful minority group (e.g. in Basra) is not anarchism. These are forms of violent hierarchy, in contrast to anarchism. Most of the examples are based upon further hierarchy - religion - also contrary to anarchism.

The closest example listed of free, non-hierarchical interaction is Times Square in '75, which for some reason an individual selling marijuana is seen as a bad thing. As opposed to state oppression; individuals being imprisoned and having their lives ruined for providing the supply in a market with strong demand.

No, even if we consider every example to be anarchism, they still pale compared to the violence of a government monopoly. A militia, out of control, is limited by its size in the damage it can do. A state, given its power and its monopoly on force, has no limit. This is why all of the world's greatest atrocities have been committed by states, not by conditions of anarchy nor anarchism.

You write: "A corrupt and brutal government is better than no government at all." Tell that to the the millions of victims of genocide throughout history. They would have fared far better dealing with the criminal highwayman than the criminal state.

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