Some things never change. One of the delights of studying the last four hundred years or so of history has been to see how so many of our current cultural obsessions are lineal descendants of identical social movements in the England of the 1600′s. One suspects that these movements themselves were lineal descendants of older movements, obscured by the amnesia of a race that, like a child or an animal, is conscious only of the present.
Consider middle-class morality. The Puritan movement was a reflection of a class identity. It was most popular among what might have been England’s lower middle class. Artisans, tradesmen, shopkeepers… these were people who worked hard, had enough money to be literate, and therefore read the Bible. They took pride in their work, but also their independence and their liberty. They were no peasants, or even yeomen, tied to the land. They were free Britons.
Puritanism answered the psychological needs of this class perfectly. First, any movement symbolizing the ethos of this class had to convey a sense of superiority. Though the middle class was hard-working, it also suffered a constant sense of inferiority in class-conscious England. Sure, the English artisan was proud of his work, and he was no beggar, but he still had to remove his cap and bow to the peer of the Realm, and he was constantly having his face rubbed in the prosperity of the merchant or the doctor of law.
But wait! Because the artisan was a Puritan, he was divinely elected for eternal salvation; ultimately, he would spend aeons laughing at the Catholic/Anglican/deist/atheist/infidel upper class roasting in the pits of hell. The Puritan was predestined and chosen. He was God’s chosen. Inferiority complex: solved. What’s next?
Well, there’s the troublesome issue of money… no matter how well the green-grocer did, he would never be able to clothe his wife in extravagant raiment or entertain his friends on silver plate. What’s more, to maintain his status, he had to work hard; he couldn’t fritter away his time or his small capital in gambling, drinking, and whoring about town. Good thing, then, that all of these things are sins that send you to hell forever.
This is of course another nail in the coffin of the inferiority problem. The Puritan could take endless pride in his somber, pauper-like existence, devoid of the joys and delicacies of life, because he was living according to God’s code, and all of those vulgar displays of wealth that so infuriated him were sins that would send their perpetrators straight to hell.
It’s hard for this bigot – evidently an apologist for the immoral upper class – not to see a direct parallel between the Puritans of yore and the atheistic humanists of the modern middle class. Your average young, obnoxious member of the middle class gives up meat and hot showers because they’re bad for the environment. He gives up white bread and soda because they’re bad for your health. In the ideal world, he thinks, these things should be outlawed for everyone (think blue Sundays, but every day of the week), or at least saddled with a punitive vice tax. If you show him that local vegetables are actually more harmful to the environment than imported meat, his rationale shifts (it doesn’t matter what to, does it?). If you point out to him that his annual plane trip wipes out all of the environmental savings of his asceticism, he shrugs his shoulders and asks how he should live without his family.
But he gets a great sense of superiority from the fact that he drinks tea instead of wine, and eats tofu instead of red meat. He will tout the endless health benefits, and then wonder why his nursing wife is anemic. For the greatest weapon of the Puritan, ancient and modern, was his unshakable sense of certainty in his own predestination. He can cite to you a thousand Bible passages scientific studies that explain why his lifestyle is the one true one and all others are evil.
The eternal frustration of the Puritan is the sense of inferiority that none of his asceticism can quite erase. His Honda Fit, though oh-so-fashionable (if you have wide-rimmed glasses, you’re still scum without a Fit), still leaves him with a feeling of unease when the bankers’ BMW purrs down the street. Sure, he’s been happily monogamous with his girlfriend for ten years, but since they’re such excellent awesome people, they’ve waited until now to get married, not even needing to make promises to each other because they have such character. Nonetheless, she has wide-rimmed glasses too, and he probably envies the way his buddy that went to law school bags a new secretary every week.
What really offends the Puritan, though, is the notion that anyone but he contributes to the betterment of mankind (unless it’s a minority… their mere existence improves mankind). You see, our modern-day Puritan works for a non-profit, or maybe a hip start-up with an important message, or maybe he walks the ivory halls of academia. Either way, his job is pure. He hasn’t “sold out”. That’s what the bankers did, and the lawyers. Those reprobate souls can only pursue their own selfish good, and only through evil means. Consider the recent financial crisis… this was a gigantic conspiracy where everyone from the lowliest analyst to the drunkest vice-president knew that they were peddling crap and that it would fall into somebody else’s backyard.
Of course, the modern-day Puritan hates the rich so much because he’s almost one of them. He might have a sister in law school (she’s studying to become an environmental lawyer, you know, the not-sinful kind), and anyway, he himself is hoping to earn a substantial chunk of money someday ($100k isn’t that much, not enough to send you to hell at any rate).
In short, the Puritan doesn’t get out much, doesn’t have much fun. But he’s better than you, and he hates you for it.
Posted by Catiline 