The New Fascist International

A growing club of far-right, hardline nationalist, and fascist political leaders is working hard to transform the world. They must be opposed.

Is fascism today essentially internationalist—or is it made up of a series of discrete, nationally bounded projects?

Looking around the world today, it’s hard to escape the sense that fascism has become an internationalist project and one that transcends familiar geopolitical blocs and transnational coalitions: The new Fascist International cuts across NATO and BRICS, the West and the Global South, drawing in actors from all major geopolitical camps to form a multinational coalition of far-right, hardline nationalist, fascist-adjacent and outright fascist political actors.

Congealing around a set of shared ideological commitments, the movement encompasses leaders and governments ranging from Javier Milei’s Argentina, Meloni’s Italy, Israel’s Netanyahu government, Hungary (Orbán), the United States (Trump), India (Modi), and Putin’s Russia, to name its most visible exponents. But in addition, there are (sizeable) parties vying for power, like Germany’s Alternative für Deutschland (AfD), polling in second place ahead of Germany’s 2025 federal elections, and one-time leaders like Brazil’s Jair Bolsonaro or the Philippines’ Rodrigo Duterte.

Xi’s China occupies a more ambiguous position vis-à-vis this new axis, even as it remains undoubtedly authoritarian, with the treatment of Xinjiang’s Uyghurs constituting a serious human rights violation, to take just one example. China’s position as the world’s second-place economic power and its distinctive ideology—a Confucian-inflected “Marxist Nationalism,” to use Kevin Rudd’s descriptor, coupled with an advanced form of neoliberal capitalism—make it something of a case unto itself: It announced a “no-limits friendship” with Putin’s Russia, to be sure, but has since backpedaled to a degree; and it is locked in an antagonistic economic relationship with the Trump II administration, one of the “superspreaders” of global fascism.

Of course, a present-day Fascist International doesn’t involve a literal organization acting in unified, lockstep fashion. Instead, the term draws inspiration from the historical attempt by elements within Mussolini’s regime to form a “fascist international,” in an attempted imitation of the Communist International, exemplified by a 1934 conference in Montreux, Switzerland hosted by the Mussolini-affiliated Action Committee for the Universality of Rome (CAUR). Instead, today’s Fascist International is characterized by what Ludwig Wittgenstein termed a “family resemblance.” In his Philosophical Investigations, Wittgenstein writes that the concept denotes the “various resemblances between members of a family: build, features, color of eyes, gait, temperament, etc. etc. [that] overlap and criss-cross in the same way.”

So, too, with the global family of far-right, hardline nationalist, and fascist leaders: Their commonalities give rise to certain affinities—a generally shared alignment—rather than any perfectly synchronized coordination. Like in all families, there will be differences and even outright conflicts; still, its members feel the bonds of their family resemblance, orienting their ideas and inclinations, both domestically and on the world stage, to a shared ideological purpose. Little wonder, then, that Trump’s first invitee at the outset of his second term was Israel’s Prime Minister Netanyahu, with India’s Modi set to follow close behind.

What are the common denominators of this increasingly self-assertive, global ideological formation? They include (i) an emphasis on strongman leadership and rule by “states of exception,” (ii) the ever-present threat and actual use of both (military) force and economic coercion to realize a nation-centered agenda, (iii) hardline (ethno)nationalism, fueling rampant xenophobia targeting out-groups and designated “common enemies,” (iv) aggressive propaganda campaigns aimed at spreading traditionalist, reactionary notions about gender, race, sexuality, and religion, and relatedly, (v) a deep preoccupation with the body, above all women’s bodies, and the (heterosexual) family, as well as biological and therefore social reproduction.

Fascism is an ideology of selective life and targeted death. It elevates particular social groups that it deems worthy of the gifts of societal support, welfare, life, and joy—while other portions of the population it devalorizes and deems unworthy, stigmatizing, criminalizing, or ejecting those regarded as social refuse from the body politic, at the utmost limit dehumanizing and subjecting such categories to (lethal) violence. As Jason Stanley points out in How Fascism Works,

The dangers of fascist politics come from the particular way in which it dehumanizes segments of the population. By excluding these groups, it limits the capacity for empathy among other citizens, leading to the justification of inhumane treatment, from repression of freedom, mass imprisonment, and expulsion to, in extreme cases, mass extermination.

In this sense, Gaza is but the laboratory of fascism (though underwritten and armed by Biden’s Democratic administration for some 16 months), its terrain devastated by an extreme right-wing government; Gaza offers a clear demonstration of fascism’s capacity to inflict death on a captive people even in the twenty-first century. Gaza is a premonition, a potential future, as we face the globalization of extreme nationalisms, a paradoxical agglomeration of movements and leaders that, on the one hand, glorify their own Nation and the People said to belong to its Soil, and, on the other hand, seek out a perverted form of international solidarity—allies with which to bond, commiserate, and bolster their ideological cause.

This does not mean that the Fascist International cannot be resisted or that its victory is in any sense guaranteed: Its endpoint is far from necessary in any ontological-historical sense. But if its paroxysms of violence are to be avoided, the new fascisms of our age, wherever they may appear, must be resisted with every ounce of our strength and using all peaceful means available to people of good will—as activists and intellectuals, labor unions and political parties, religious groups and NGOs. The Fascist International has the potential to produce untold catastrophes; there can be no compromising with this dark and disturbing force that once again threatens to overshadow the world, now technologically augmented and globalized like never before.

Highlight the Contradictions!

Trump's coalition is filled with contradictions that threaten its stability. The Left should highlight these weaknesses while advancing a bold vision of its own.

There’s an old adage attributed to Napoleon: “Never interrupt your enemy when he is making a mistake.”

Trump’s first week back in the White House saw him assert his newly reclaimed authority: The 47th president fired off dozens of executive orders, appeared before a variously starstruck, cowering Davos audience, confidently mapped out his administration’s focus on Fox News’s Hannity, and, after threatening a full-blown trade war, reportedly forced Colombia, the U.S.’s premier ally in South America, to accept planeloads of deported migrants.

But the opportunities for Trump to “make a mistake,” in the full Napoleonic sense, are rife in the years ahead: Trump may appear strong, but he presides over a remarkably unstable coalition, which could splinter, fracture, and weaken in the years ahead. The risks shouldn’t be exaggerated: Part of Trump’s formula for success is his ability to cut across the political spectrum and bring divergent groups together, but the risks, or opportunities, are real—and the Left should stand ready to highlight and thereby sharpen the contradictions that will bring them into play.

Contradictions and Animosity

Trump’s alliance is fragmented. It includes MAGA white supremacists, tech oligarchs, Wall Street bankers, traditional enterprise, military-industrialists, Christian evangelicals, suburban professionals, disaffected minorities, the economically dislocated, and others. These fractions often disagree on how to deal with a wide range of issues, from foreign interventions to immigration and the state’s economic role. Their material interests, moreover, often diverge: What’s good for Trump’s Wall Street backers might not work in Rust-Belt residents’ favor, and the interests of Silicon Valley do not necessarily align with those of MAGA nativists.

In addition, the personal animosity that Trump brings to all his transactional relationships (and they’re all transactional at this point), often leave behind a trail of acrimonious accusations in its wake, with high-turnover positions to be filled with ever-new candidates. As Bob Woodward’s analysis of his first administration showed, Trump’s belligerent stance and amateurish grasp of the process undermined the efficacy of his administration. It didn’t prevent him from overseeing 2017 tax cuts costing $1.9 trillion—a major victory for the forces of neoliberalism—but it was a spectacular form of self-sabotage. Trump’s pugilism (and love of golf) will work against him.

This triple combination of antagonistic material interests and fundamentally divergent worldviews within the Trump “big tent,” as well as Trump’s own personal prickliness and temperamental failings, could prove fateful. A smart, strategic, and savvy Left might exploit the three—antagonism, divergence, and temperament—to create the conditions needed to roll back the global tide of far-right politics, whose epicenter today increasingly is 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.

MAGA Nativism and Silicon Valley

To take just one example of the cracks already beginning to appear in the Trump camp’s facade: In December, a public spat broke out over H-1B visas between Elon Musk, representing the tech wing of Trump’s coalition, and the more directly ethnonationalist wing, represented by figures like Steve Bannon and Laura Loomer. Musk, a Silicon Valley entrepreneur dependent in part on foreign skilled labor, has profited from the existence of the visa program. The “America First” wing, meanwhile, sees in H-1B visas a threat to its nativist vision for the American working class.

A week before the inauguration, Steve Bannon accused Musk of trying to implement “techno-feudalism on a global scale,” using a term first coined by the leftwing economist and politician Yanis Varoufakis. Speaking to the Italian newspaper Corriere della Sera, Bannon pulled no punches in describing Musk: “He’s a truly wicked person. Stopping him has become a personal issue for me. Before, since he put so much money, I was ready to tolerate it. Not any more.” Bannon went on to claim that the “entire immigration system is gamed by the tech overlords, they use it to their advantage, the people are furious.”

A week earlier, there had been further evidence of the rift on Bannon’s War Room podcast. In an episode on December 30, Bannon attacked Musk and the “tech oligarchs.” Bannon was in a fighting mood, claiming that “the MAGA movement,” after helping secure Trump’s comeback, was not going to “just sit there and roll over while the country’s torn apart by oligarchs—it’s not gonna happen.” He paid lip service to Musk’s accomplishments, but was clearly hostile toward his stance on skilled labor migration:

And I always give full respect to Elon. Elon was absolutely central. […] He did write the check and that gets him a seat at the table. I said that from the beginning, although I fundamentally disagree with him on major issues like the Chinese Communist Party, like transhumanism and like the situation around immigration. […] The H1-B visa program is a total and complete scam from its top to the bottom. And Elon’s put out this tweet that, you know, all his companies have depended upon that.

A few days earlier, Vivek Ramaswamy, a pro-Trump entrepreneur set to collaborate with Musk on the Department of Government Efficiency (DOGE), had defended high-skilled labor importation in a post on X: “Our American culture has venerated mediocrity over excellence…Trump’s election hopefully marks the beginning of a new golden era in America, but only if our culture fully wakes up.” For anyone with ears to hear, Ramaswamy was making the case for bringing non-U.S. tech workers into the country.

If the Musk-Ramaswamy alliance appeared like a Big Tech wedge in an otherwise MAGA-dominated Trump camp, less than a month later, their DOGE collaboration had already faltered, as reports surfaced that Ramaswamy would be running for governor of Ohio. If it wasn’t a falling out or a rupture within the tech wing of the coalition, it at least appeared haphazard and unplanned, coming mere hours after Trump’s accession to office.

We still don’t know the final outcome for the H-1B visa program. Amidst “sweeping crackdown on immigration upon his return to office this week,” Trump “left unresolved” the visa rift, the New York Times reported. “It’s unclear where Mr. Trump will land. He pledged in his first term to discontinue H-1B visas, but last month he called it “a great program.” But if there’s a lesson to be learned from the H-1B debacle, it’s that the Trump camp is not impervious to some serious infighting.

Of course, even “Silicon Valley” or Bannon’s “technofeudalists” are not a monolith within Trump II. For evidence, look no further than the early squabbling over Trump’s $500-billion AI initiative, Stargate. Here, too, Musk’s loose-cannon approach and financial interests—against OpenAI, one of the parties to the agreement—seemed to undermine the president’s agenda: “They don’t actually have the money,” Musk wrote on X. One of the initiative’s backers, SoftBank, “has well under $10B secured. I have that on good authority,” he wrote. There’s potential for even greater, fractal-like fragmentation, then, within each of the sub-groups that make up Trump’s coalition, as tech billionaire opposes tech billionaire.

Some of the reported conflicts within and around Trump II may be exaggerated: Musk, for instance, very clearly offered a “Roman salute” during his speech at the inauguration and has offered vociferous support for Germany’s far-right party, Alternative für Deutschland, suggesting that the tech billionaire is not without hard-right, ethnonationalist sentiments of his own, even as he appeared to clash with Bannon and the MAGA-ites earlier in the month.

The False Harmony of Fascism

Still, Trump sits atop something like a volcano—the impossible-to-resolve contradictions at the core of the “America First” program. When Trump says, “We’re gonna put America first, always put America first,” as he did in a recent speech to Republican lawmakers in Miami, what does he mean? Is it the America of Elon Musk, or the America of the unemployed (and underemployed)? The America of Mexican immigrants, of transgender people? The America of J.P. Morgan’s CEO Jamie Dimon, with his $39 million annual salary, or the America of the minimum-wage worker making $7.25 an hour?

Picking apart the very idea of “America” invoked by Trump reveals how it contains within it multitudes whose interests cannot simply be forced into a harmonious whole. Society is made up of real antagonisms: Musk and Dimon want things that wage-laborers do not necessarily want; Musk may want things Dimon does not want; the financial elite’s need for transnational financial flows may clash with the interests of rural MAGAs. The potential for fracture is abundant.

Fascism was always a movement that promised to resolve such antagonisms, forging a false unity by externalizing impossible-to-resolve contradictions onto some (allegedly) alien Other, like Jews or the Roma. The fasces in fascism denoted the bundles of sticks that symbolized authority in ancient Rome—in the twentieth century, “fascism” entailed the corporatist bundling together of divergent, opposite interests under the aegis of the state, which promised to unify labor and capital into a congruous whole. But this must remain an exercise in futility, which will either collapse in contradiction, or forge ahead at the cost of great violence towards an externalized group, forced to pay the price for attempting to bring together what cannot be held in union—like the great erupting force of two repellent magnets clamped together, which must finally explode outward.

When we say that Trump is a fascist, then, this is not merely a rhetorical exercise; he is a fascist in the strict, formal sense of attempting to hold labor and capital together in an impossible union, potentially at the cost of great (physical or symbolic) violence directed at some some marginal category-of-the-week, to be picked upon and subjected to harsh state treatment, whether Haitian-Americans, or radical Episcopalians, or undocumented migrants.

The Value of Silence—and Analytical Militancy

Returning to our Napoleonic beginnings, the Left could learn a lesson from how the Trump camp responded to Biden’s apparent cognitive decline around the time of the presidential debate in the summer of 2024: Trump simply let Biden and the Democrats stew in their own discontent and strife. Notice, too, how silent the Trump camp went: “‘We're trying something new and shutting up,’ is how one source described the Trump team's strategy.” Sometimes radio silence can be just as effective as breathless commentary on day-to-day events.

But the Left should also be unafraid to offer its specific brand of analytical militancy, relaying information about real tensions within the Trump camp, while reframing the issues on which Trump’s coalition is faltering and failing, to demonstrate where the U.S. president’s promises not only fall flat, but contain impossible contradictions that therefore cannot be solved within the framing Trump and his people offer. The Left should do so while mapping out a positive vision of its own, boldly—and sincerely—promoting an agenda of peace, justice, ecology, and equality.


First published on The Theory Brief (theorybrief.com).

A Streetcar Named Greenland

Trump wants to wrest control of Greenland from Denmark. But replacing a former colonizer with a global hegemon is only a recipe for deeper subjugation, not authentic freedom.
BLANCHE: What you are talking about is brutal desire—just—Desire!—the name of that rattle-trap street-car that bangs through the Quarter, up one old narrow street and down another...
— Arthur Miller, A Streetcar Named Desire

One of the strangest episodes in the still-unfolding Trump saga is the 42nd/44th president’s growing interest in Greenland, a territory controlled by Denmark, which Trump has said he wants to incorporate into the United States.

Trump has had his sights on Greenland since at least 2019. He first floated the idea of “buying” the autonomous Danish territory five years ago, which the president, in typical property-developer fashion, described as “essentially a real estate deal”:

Denmark essentially owns it…We’re very good allies with Denmark, we protect Denmark like we protect large portions of the world. So the concept came up and I said, ‘Certainly I’d be.’ Strategically it’s interesting and we’d be interested but we’ll talk to them a little bit.

Then things died down, and Trump, as is his wont, appeared to forget the whole affair.

But in the weeks leading up to his second term, things began heating up again. Posting on Truth Social in December, Trump stated that for “purposes of National Security and Freedom throughout the World, the United States of America feels that the ownership and control of Greenland is an absolute necessity.” In early January, Trump said he would “not rule out the use of military force to seize control” of Greenland, and he “declared U.S. control” of the territory to be “vital to American national security.”

The Siren Song of the North

In purely geostrategic terms, of course, Trump is right: Greenland’s position in the polar north, hugging the eastern part of the Northwest Passage, makes it highly attractive; with thinning ice cover, the passage’s potential as a route for international shipping will only heighten Greenland’s attractiveness.

It hasn’t gone unnoticed by China. One-quarter of Greenland’s exports went to China in 2022 (nearly ten times greater than the value of U.S. exports), but in recent years the U.S. has attempted to counter China’s moves in the area, with some describing China’s “Polar Silk Road” ambitions in Greenland as “failed.”

Greenland is also solidly planted in the Western Hemisphere. Nuuk, its capital, is about 550 km (330 miles) closer to New York City than to Copenhagen. And while Trump’s recent moves have certainly been rhetorically exceptional—no other Western leader in living memory has spoken of “buying” another sovereign country’s territory—there’s also a fair amount of continuity with past U.S. behavior: Trump’s interest in Greenland could be seen as a belated application of the Monroe Doctrine, which holds that the political affairs of the Western Hemisphere fall under the purview of the region’s sole hegemon—and it alone.

Moreover, the U.S. military already has a significant presence in Greenland, including the now-renamed Thule Air Base, the Pentagon’s northernmost military installation and an integral part of the U.S. nuclear missile warning system, smartly rebranded the Pituffik Space Base in 2023 to “recognize Greenlandic cultural heritage and better reflect its role in the U.S. Space Force.”

U.S.-Greenland relations have a long history. During the Second World War, Greenland, or “Bluie” as was its U.S. military code name, became the site of a network of U.S. airfields and radio and weather stations. One source tells of the onset of “American efficiency” in Narsarssuak, or Bluie West 1:

Immediately after they arrived, the Americans started constructing the airfield and building houses. They had cleared the entire plain in a matter of days…We were a little concerned when they arrived but also happy, since we feared the Germans.

But Greenlanders’ pro-American sentiments were not met with much enthusiasm by local Danes:

When American planes appeared in the sky over Godthaab [modern-day Nuuk], the Greenlanders would emerge out of their houses, waving and shouting “America, America!”…Christian Vibe, the young polar explorer who had now found a job as a journalist in Godthaab, wrote to an acquaintance. “It does hurt to see young Greenlanders flashing American flag lapel buttons or using the flags to decorate their homes, because to the Greenlanders it is something special, and the Americans have little tact and hand them out by the hundreds.”

Greenland broke away from Denmark at the start of World War II, but was after the war granted coequal status within the Kingdom of Denmark. And yet Greenland remains hamstrung by a checkered colonial past, still-ongoing racial discrimination, and a structural economic dependency on Danish governmental cash transfers—the so-called block grant, totaling around 4.6 billion DKK ($630 million) in 2023, according to Statistics Denmark.

Trumpist Pseudo-Postcolonialism

But some feel the Danish state hasn’t been funding the local government as well as it could have been. Trump’s cynicism lies in his exploitation of this and related postcolonial grievances in Greenlandic society.

As the Danish-Greenlandic politician Aki-Matilda Høegh-Dam pointed out in 2022, “Due to its geopolitical location, Greenland is worth much more than the Danish block grant.” The grant’s size has been frozen by law since 2009, adjusted only for inflation.

Further grievances aren’t hard to come by. In the 1960s and 1970s, thousands of Inuit women were fitted with intrauterine devices (IUD)—by some estimates up to half of Greenland’s women of childbearing age between 1966 and 1975 were fitted with such devices, many if not most without consent. By 2023, 67 Greenlandic women decided to sue the Danish state over policy after they learned a governmental inquiry wouldn’t complete its work until mid-2025.

The purpose of the IUD policy was to “limit the number of Greenlandic children,” Danish radio reported in 2023, “and thus the costs for, for example, daycare centers, schools and health facilities for the Danish state.” But one purpose was also surely to limit population growth among what were viewed as inherently inferior members of a society dominated by a former colonial power—a classic biopolitical move, similar in logic to that employed by Israeli health authorities toward Ethiopian immigrant women, uncovered in the 2010s.

Racism also remains a problem for Greenlanders who move to mainland Denmark for study and work. A 2023 report from the Danish Institute for Human Rights documented discrimination faced by Greenlanders studying in mainland Denmark, with 73 percent reporting “having been met with prejudices” in the past 12 months, and one in five reported outright discrimination, “for example in connection with an internship or job search or by being excluded from group work” in the higher education system.

Moreover, there has long been a perception on the right of Denmark’s political spectrum that Greenland’s population is backward, beset by social problems and incapable of self-governance. In 2022, the conservative politician Søren Pape Poulsen reportedly described Greenland as “Africa on ice,” presumably alluding to the African continent’s continued economic underdevelopment; the remarks were said to have fallen at a U.S. embassy reception in Copenhagen. While denying having made the comments in a later interview with the newspaper Berlingske Tidende, Poulsen reiterated:

I’m not one to mince words…In some areas, Greenland resembles a developing country. When I say that, it’s about…violence, sex and drinking.

But while it’s true that Greenland was once addled with high rates of alcohol consumption, public-health efforts, economic development, and broader cultural trends have significantly reduced alcohol consumption in Greenland from a peak of nearly 19 liters of pure alcohol per person to a far lower level in the present day, to reach the broader European average for alcohol consumption.

Ironically, against Poulsen’s racially charged comments, public health researchers have also shown that a significant contributor to excess alcohol consumption was likely due to an influx of hard-drinking Danish residents in the 1960s and 1970s:

From 1988 to 1993 the percentage of Danes in Greenland decreased from 17.6% to 13.7% and these have been shown to have a 42% higher average consumption of alcohol than the Greenlanders. It was further estimated that around 1970 about half of the excess consumption of alcohol in Greenland compared with Denmark was due to the higher consumption among Danish men in Greenland.

Tapping Into Grievances

Against this backdrop, in a move no doubt designed to rattle Denmark’s government, Trump sent his eldest son, Donald Jr., to Nuuk in early January “with a message from his dad” to Greenlanders: “We’re going to treat you well.”

As Donald Jr. said to Fox’s Sean Hannity that same week, presumably in coordination with his father:

They’re obviously part of Denmark, but Denmark doesn't allow them to utilize their natural resources. So many of these young kids coming up and telling us on a daily basis 'when we go to Denmark, we're treated like second and third-class citizens. They tell us to go home.' There seems to be quite a bit of racism there.

This is rich coming from a political leader who has turned white supremacy and hard ethonationalism into fundamental pillars of the MAGA movement. And it is pure hypocrisy: There is no reason to believe that Greenland’s people would face better conditions under U.S. governance. For insight into how the country treats its territories, look no farther than to Puerto Rico, where the power grid collapsed on New Year’s Eve of 2024, a result of years-long neglect and underdevelopment.

Greenland’s economy, too, is in relatively good shape. By 2023, its unemployment rate was at a historic low of 2.9 percent after strong and steady growth over a decade. Seafood exports combined with Danish government transfers have netted Greenland a reasonably robust, if state-dependent, single-sector economy: Its GDP per capita in 2021, exceeding $57,000, was higher than that of countries such as Canada, Germany, the UK, and France.

Of course, it would hardly be difficult for the U.S. to match and outspend the Danish state given that its economy is more than 50 times larger than Denmark’s. But it seems highly unlikely that American neoliberalism could offer a higher living standard than Scandinavian social democracy. And yet there are, as noted, real historical and contemporary complaints to be made against the Danish state and society in Greenland. Combine that with Trump’s threats to put tariffs on trade with Denmark if he doesn’t get his way, and who can tell which way the wind might finally blow in the Arctic north?

Madman—or Imperial Reason?

There is, of course, something so fundamentally bizarre about the prospect of one NATO member state appropriating the terrain of another NATO member state. Didn’t the Western world just spend hundreds of billions of dollars funding a major war effort in Ukraine in support of the principle of territorial inviolability?

It would be a mistake to reduce Trump’s desire for Greenland to purely rational geopolitical terms. This is not how his mind works or political instincts function. In Fear: Trump in the White House, Bob Woodward recounts how Trump’s short attention span meant that advisors could routinely pull documents from his desk to distract him from irrational policy ideas, such as annulling the U.S.-South Korea free-trade agreement, KORUS, which most agreed was a terrible idea. Trump is at times a creature of such short-lived fixations and cravings.

Still, there is an element of functional performance to his ravings. Trump’s single greatest foreign policy influence is surely Nixon’s madman theory, by which the nuttier the performance, the greater the chance of success. To rationally maximize profits you sometimes have to play the lunatic king, on Nixon’s, and now Trump’s, view.

To his real-estate developer’s eye on the world, Greenland makes just as much good sense as the Panama Canal and Canada, which Trump now also covets:

Canada and the United States, that would really be something. You get rid of that artificially drawn line and you take a look at what that looks like, and it would also be much better for national security. Don’t forget, we basically protect Canada.

Imperialists build empires. If you have the world’s best-funded military force ($824 billion in 2024) and the world’s biggest economy ($29 trillion), what’s the point if you can’t use them to advance your interests? In this regard, Trump is simply playing the straightforward colonial/imperial power game of absorbing or dominating proximate terrains, from Canada to Greenland to the Panama Canal. Don’t be surprised if tomorrow Trump begins to rave about the desirability of northern Mexico—say, as a “buffer zone” against drug cartels.

What is new is the appeal to the once-colonized population and the deployment of decolonial tropes. George Bush, too, spoke of conquering the “hearts and minds” of Iraqis—but they had, after all, been dominated by a decades-long brutal dictator, and so the rhetoric contained much more of a standard liberal-democratic emphasis on freedom over authoritarianism. What’s different here is that Trump and his envoys are deploying the language of decolonialism: As Donald Jr. said to Hannity, Greenlanders are purportedly treated as “second- and third-class citizens” by Denmark. At a Mar-a-Lago press conference, President-Elect Trump questioned the legitimacy of Danish rule: “People really don’t even know if Denmark has any legal right to it.”

This rhetorical strategy is similar to Putin’s recent appeals to countries in the Global South. Like Trump, Putin is a hardline conservative ethnonationalist; unlike Trump he has decades of experience as an authoritarian strongman, but he has also started branching out into what we might call a vaguely “solidaristic” discourse vis-à-vis the poorer, downtrodden elements of the global order: “The Kremlin has adopted this trend of misappropriating the language of decolonization for its own colonial ends.” As Benjamin Young wrote in Foreign Policy,

Unlike the decolonization movements of the Cold War era, this wave is being driven by opportunistic illiberal regimes that exploit anti-colonial rhetoric to advance their own geopolitical agendas.

This solidaristic diagonalism—appropriating leftist decolonial tropes for the purposes of global imperial ambitions—is in many ways the new preferred language of late-modern imperialism. It shows the fundamental rhetorical malleability and strategic flexibility of both Putinism and Trumpism.

Clearly, the people of Greenland would be wise to rebuff Trump’s latest advances. After all, it’s just Trump’s desire, his brutal desire, to borrow the words of Arthur Miller’s Blanche, only this time dressed up in quasi-decolonial terms to appear to be looking out for their best interests. But Trump’s latest offensive is a simulacra of postcolonialism, pretending to take seriously Greenland’s real concerns about its future, while coveting its resources and geostrategic location.

Replacing a minor (former) colonizer with a formidable global hegemon doesn’t sound much like freedom at all—only further, and perhaps deeper, subjugation.

In Praise of Planning

In our crisis-ridden world, could centralized economic planning, rather than the ideal of free markets, be the solution?

Leigh Phillips and Michael Rozworski (2019). The People's Republic of Walmart: How the World’s Biggest Corporations are Laying the Foundation for Socialism. Verso Books.

What makes this cleverly titled book worth returning to five years after its publication? The authors, Leigh Phillips and Michael Rozworski, develop a deceptively simple argument: Pay closer attention to what major corporations like Walmart do, and less to what free-market ideologues say, and you'll find that most capitalist enterprises operate more like carefully planned command economies than idealized market actors. Centralized planning, far from being relegated to the scrapheap of twentieth-century history, is alive and well at the heart of American capitalism: It lies at the core of what companies like Amazon and Walmart do every day.

While classical economic liberalism espouses the ideal of a self-regulating market, no large corporation can actually live and thrive by the principles of laissez-faire economics: Big business demands lots and lots of planning, which in turn means taking charge of resources and building up what in essence amounts to a giant internal planned economy—an economic dictatorship where resources are commandeered and allocated through managerially enforced plans about what to do, when, and where. Phillips and Rozworski (hereafter P&R) suggest that, when examined more closely, the logistics of a corporation like Walmart—the largest private employer in the United States—resembles more the Soviet State Planning Committee (Gosplan) than any of the stylized notions of market actors envisioned by the likes of Ayn Rand or Milton Friedman.

This may seem controversial, but it really shouldn’t be. In his landmark studies in business history, The Visible Hand (1977) and Scale and Scope (1990), Alfred Chandler showed how large firms in the early twentieth century were more interested in maximizing throughput—the constant churn of raw inputs turned into processed outputs—than they were in maximizing profits; the way to accomplish this was through carefully planned managerial action. All successful business is logistics. A steady, stable flow of inputs to outputs was the only way to maintain the “cost advantage” associated with economies of scale (producing a single thing lots of times over) and economies of scope (producing multiple things using the same operating unit). American capitalism is characterized more by the “visible hand of management,” as opposed to the “invisible hand of market forces,” as Chandler puts it—in other words, the active, interventionist agency of centralized (corporate) planning, rather than the spontaneous, self-regulating actions of market-responsive actors.

Similarly, to P&R, “planning exists on a wide scale within the black box of the corporation,” and companies like Amazon and Walmart are essentially gargantuan command economies. On P&R’s account, “great swaths of the global economy exist outside the market and are planned,” and Walmart is a “prime example.” Its modus operandi punctures a century-old debate about the impossibility of “socialist calculation.” In the 1920s, the Austrian economist Ludwig von Mises claimed that markets were inherently superior to anything socialist planning could devise, simply because of informational complexity: Economic life is inherently too tangled, too multifaceted, involving too many actors doing too many things at the same time for centralized planning to be sufficiently efficient; leave that to the information-transmitting effects of prices in self-regulating markets, Mises posited, and the world would be a far better place. But the Misesian argument against socialist calculation has one major flaw: We already live in a world of capitalist calculation; replace the capitalist head with a collectively-oriented one, able to take into account public needs, and planned economies look far less improbable: “Planning exists all around us, and it clearly works; otherwise capitalists would not make such comprehensive use of it.”

Deepening Democracy

Despite its clever and, to my mind, unobjectionable central argument, The People’s Republic of Walmart is weakened by some of its formal features. There is at times a jarring, jokey tone. The authors could have used better data; this is not a book of social science, and there is little by way of first-hand observation or even interviews; most of its contents are based on press reports, and missing is an account of the nitty-gritty of Walmart logistics, despite the book’s titular promise. And there are entire chapters that don’t make much argumentative sense: Detailing the history of Britain’s National Health Service feels unnecessary to building the case for centralized planning—even if any major public health enterprise must of course involve a great deal of it. A chapter on the USSR contains a potted history of 1920s Soviet state and society, only picking up steam midway through with the story of Gosplan, the Soviet state planning agency.

Still, The People’s Republic of Walmart makes an important, if polemical, contribution to the case for economic planning.

Incidentally, theirs is not an argument in favor of nationalization, the take-over of enterprises by the state. To P&R, nationalization can be quite undemocratic, even if decommodifying, because states are hierarchical, stratifying entities. (To illustrate: Norway’s state-owned oil company, Statoil, was a force for decommodification, strengthening the welfare state’s tax base helping expand public-service provision, but it was hardly democratic: There was no meaningful way for the public to force the Norwegian oil giant to pivot to renewables, for instance, which delayed a green transition in this northern European society.)

Economic planning ought instead to deepen democracy; it has to decommodify, certainly, cushioning everyday life from the tyranny of markets, but it should also intensify popular involvement in economic life. After all, there is curious gap at the core of liberal democracy, in which most workers—and we’re almost all workers—are asked to accept that at least one-third of their lives are to be spent on “islands of tyranny,” on P&R’s apt phrase, those economic dictatorships known as the modern workplace, in which time belongs to another—managers, owners—with limited influence on the allocation of means or selection of ends. Why should democracy end at the factory gates?

Some critics have charged that P&R confuse two distinctive concepts: economic planning and planned economies.

I’m not so sure. Clearly, the two are related: If one accepts that corporations in fact engage in lots of long-term planning, then joining up these entities into some kind of coordinated superentity seems more like a technical challenge than an a priori impossibility—a tractable problem of computation, not an article of dogmatic impossibility. Still, more work clearly needs to be done on the move from internal to external, economy-wide planning, in which centralized allocation mechanisms might govern firm-to-firm relations, subject to some form of democratic control.

From Punch Cards to Big Data

P&R are optimistic about the possible role of technology. Sheer computer-processing power should allow us to engage in centralized coordination in ways that a twentieth-century figure like the Austrian socialist Otto Neurath could only dream of. Was planning plagued by inefficiencies because its earlier proponents were trying to do too much with too little? Supercomputers and "big data promise to solve planning and calculation problems that were irresolvable in the former age of typewriters and punch cards. Future work needs more input from the mathematical and computational sciences, P&R argue: Many planning theorists have “come from the academy, in particular from the humanities—history, law, philosophy, literature—and from the social sciences—sociology, anthropology, economics, political science,” but, they argue,

Any future Left that takes the question of planning seriously will also have to depend heavily upon talents from computer science, operations research, combinatorics and graph theory, complexity theory, information theory and allied fields.

At the end of the day, do we even have a choice? In an unequal world and on an overheating planet, planning looks increasingly imperative. The world faces a calamitous series of decades ahead. Climate catastrophe looms large on the horizon. Can we really allow corporations to blindly obey the dictates of the market, prioritizing their shareholders in self-directed fashion? Precious resources, including energy and emissions, need to be allocated in sensible ways. Strangely, Walmart has done a great service to calculation debates by showing that planning is not just some relic of the past but integral to contemporary capitalism. What remains is to show how this might scale up to entire economies—to counteract some of the fundamental crises of our age.


Originally published in The Theory Brief.

The Reagan Dream

Trump is no Reagan: While conservatives aim to conserve, extremists want to push against all limits, venturing into the great beyond — a potentially abyssal, violent beyond.

Reagan (2024). Directed by: Sean McNamara. Starring: Dennis Quaid, Penelope Ann Miller, Jon Voight. (IMDb)

I must confess that Ronald Reagan’s appeal has always mystified me somewhat. Reagan (2024) the movie goes some way toward filling in the blanks, and anyone interested in thinking critically about U.S. politics would benefit from watching it. Despite being widely panned by critics—it currently holds a putrescent eighteen-percent score on Rotten Tomatoes—the film helps account for the long-standing appeal of conservatism in American society. Perhaps in spite of itself, it also demonstrates just how far conservatism has fallen, to such a degree that Trump’s MAGA movement now bears little resemblance to its ideological forbears.

The lead actor Dennis Quaid portrays Reagan as a down-to-earth, essentially likable, folksy, hard-working man motivated by transcendental values: a rock-solid faith in the Lord. Cynically urbane secular liberals may roll their eyes at Quaid/Reagan’s almost childlike pieties, but it is worth bearing in mind that even in 2024, some three-quarters of the U.S. population believes in God, and much of what passes for politics in America is really secularized political theology. In a short and surprisingly moving scene—part of a hectic newsreel montage effectively cutting through multiple decades—Quaid/Reagan prays for his mother’s soul: “Thank you, Lord, for my mother. Take care of her—I know you will. Your faithful servant has come home.” Anyone who doesn’t understand the scene’s strange potency, including a future president prostrate before the Absolute, will never really be able to grasp the U.S. political situation.

But besides relaying some of the comforting qualities of religion, and seemingly by implication conservatism, Reagan paradoxically ends up showing just how dated traditionalist conservatism now feels: Trump is expressly not a conservative but a radical; not so much a traditionalist as an extremist—threatening to deport 18 million undocumented immigrants, for instance, or plotting to variously bomb Mexico or deploy kill teams across the U.S.-Mexico border, or buy (extract) the territory of Greenland from Denmark, or defending white nationalists as “some very fine people.” Trump represents something far more sinister than Reagan’s crude mix of neoliberal economic policy and social conservatism: MAGA is at once a violent intensification of conservatism and a mutated deviation from it. Conservatives, lest we forget, want to conserve; extremists, on the other hand, want to push against all limits, venturing into the great beyond—a potentially abyssal, violent beyond.

Above all, Reagan tries to communicate an essential decency said to be at the core of the conservative project; say what you will of Regan’s administration, but at least he didn’t plan on populating his cabinet with thuggish, tattooed buffoons or suspected predators and criminals. The film celebrates 1980s conservatism with great sentimentalism and nostalgia, even if its overall message is built on a mirage: Reagan himself was a joyful participant in the project of racialization and demonization of the poor (railing against “welfare queens,” for instance), equated concentration camp victims with 18-year-old Nazi soldiers (in the so-called Bitburg controversy), and viciously attacked organized labor (e.g. shutting down the PATCO strike in 1981), to name just a few benighted episodes from his presidency.

But the affect of nostalgia is highly effective, politically speaking. No wonder, then, that Trump himself has tried to tap into the nostalgic allure of Reagan and siphon it off for his own political gain: Quaid himself has come out in support of Trump, personally appearing in pro-Trump rallies ahead of the 2024 presidential election, and at a campaign rally, Trump praised the movie:

I thought the movie was great. Dennis Quaid is here. [Turning to Quaid] Did you like Reagan? He liked Reagan. I think you have to like Reagan to play him that way. You did a beautiful job.

The irony, of course, is that it is a job so beautiful, to speak in Trumpisms, that the movie actually ends up undermining the broad ideological project it seems to want to uphold; Reagan feels cheap and cheesy, on the whole, but it effectively draws attention to the abysmal state of the contemporary Right, if only by way of contrast; as Noam Chomsky has said, the GOP is not so much a political party as a "radical insurgency.” The supreme irony is that the Right of today owes everything to Reagan and his political legacy—and so we must pass beyond Reagan the movie, to Reagan himself, and to the political events that followed in his wake, in an attempt to parse how we got from there to here. On this point, the film remains silent.


Originally published in The Theory Brief.

How to Buy Power and Influence People

Elon Musk's Twitter takeover makes little business sense, but it has given the world's richest man a global megaphone and easy access to Trump's incoming second White House.

Zoë Schiffer (2024). Extremely Hardcore: Inside Elon Musk's Twitter. Portfolio. 330 pp.

We all live in Elon Musk’s world now—and as Zoë Schiffer shows in this meticulously researched book on Musk’s 2022 Twitter takeover, it is a bizarre, dysfunctional, and despotic world.

After reading Extremely Hardcore (Musk’s phrase describing the work culture he expected at Twitter), it is extremely difficult to maintain the illusion that Musk is some kind of business genius: Musk spent $44 billion to acquire a company worth only around $25 billion, effectively overpaying $19 billion, or the gross domestic product of a small country. Moreover, Musk has failed to turn Twitter/X into a profitable venture despite a ruthless slash-and-downsize program of corporate austerity. How, then, to make sense of the contrast between the outward myth of genius and the interior corporate dysfunction? Schiffer’s eminently readable blow-by-blow account of Musk’s Twitter acquisition raises the question: Is the world’s richest man still a rational decision-maker? 

Schiffer’s book excels at bringing together the loose strands of the Twitter/X acquisition and its aftermath. Schiffer shows how Musk’s management strategy is essentially tyrannical, part-Logan Roy of HBO’s Succession, part-Stalin’s court, mixed with a heavy dollop of social awkwardness. In one episode described by Schiffer, a cost-cutting exercise with around forty department heads who were called in for a face-to-face meeting with Musk ended with one head fired for daring to express disagreement:

‘We were ready to show how hardcore we are,’ said one attendee. The group spent the day going through the budget line by line. After one woman tried to argue for an item that Musk did not find necessary, he fired her on the spot. ‘You can be wrong, but don’t be confidently wrong,’ he warned the group.

In another episode, after noticing that engagement with his posts was dropping, Musk demanded to know what was wrong with Twitter’s algorithm. An engineer, Yang, explained that the root cause was Musk’s own downward-trending popularity as a public figure: “He called the issue a “popularity drop” and pulled up the Google Trends graph, showing Musk the jagged downward slope that mirrored his decline on the platform.” Here’s Schiffer’s account of the aftermath:

Musk’s hands were starting to shake. Yang didn’t notice, but [another engineer, Randall] Lin did—he was watching Musk closely and saw the crash coming from a mile away. Shut up, man, he wanted to yell. Just stop talking.

When Yang finally did stop talking, Musk fired him on the spot.

In some ways, of course, there’s no mystery to Musk: He’s just a ruthless manager and capitalist owner rolled into one. He went into Twitter trying to cut costs down to the bone: “The fact that Twitter had a contract in place was not a good enough reason to keep paying. Musk said the only place that made Tesla sign paperwork was the DMV and urged people to try to negotiate every deal down by at least 75 percent.” Cut, cut, cut: This was the “secret” formula Musk brought with him into Twitter’s San Francisco headquarters. This owner/manager role is an unusual combination in today’s world of distant, hands-off owners who have outsourced day-to-day operations to a professional managerial class. Musk’s formula of what we might call charismatic accumulation hinges on the bravado of extreme wealth combined with ascetic discipline (of self) and ruthless tyrannizing (of others). So far this formula has worked reasonably well with Tesla and SpaceX. But has the formula run out of steam?

Buying Global Influence

Measured in purely business terms, the Twitter deal does look like a failure. The company was never very lucrative, even before Musk’s purchase. Over a decade, it only turned a profit twice, and in the two years pre-Musk’s takeover, Twitter lost around $1.3 billion in total. Musk took this less-than-stellar company, paid almost twice what it was worth, fired a huge chunk of its talent base, and pulled the platform rightward. Musk’s moves have caused thousands of intellectuals and media workers to flee for bluer skies and threaten to deepen X’s identity as a weird “alt-tech” social media platform, like Truth Social or Parler, rather than a more capacious global marketplace of ideas. As Schiffer shows, all of Musk’s attempts at instituting a subscriber-payments model or stopping the hemorrhaging advertising revenue losses have largely failed.

But what if monetary profit was never the point? Before the 2024 U.S. presidential elections, Musk reached 200 million followers on X, and much of Schiffer’s book details how Musk pushed and prodded X engineers to rework the algorithm to favor his account. What if the loss-making Twitter deal was really aimed at paving the way for political influence? Despite the conspicuously negative business side of the 2022 acquisition, Musk’s political power and global influence have never been greater. He is now in many ways Trump’s right-hand man, appearing alongside the incoming second-term president-elect in numerous private settings, from transition planning in Mar-a-Lago to rocket-gazing in Brownsville, Texas. Alongside Vivek Ramaswamy, Musk has been promised a chance to run the upcoming Department of Government Efficiency, or DOGE, threatening to turn Ayn Randian principles of minimal government into White House policy.

What Musk bought with his $44 billion was not so much a middling social-media business: As Schiffer points out, Musk could have built a Twitter clone at a far lower cost, like Mark Zuckerberg’s Meta did with Threads. Instead, Musk bought friends and influence in the highest of places. X may be a spiraling business, but it is still an effective megaphone. Musk may even have helped swing the vote for Trump, even as we should be wary of reductive accounts of election outcomes, which are shaped by multiple levers of causality.

Still, what Musk bought in 2022 wasn’t yet another company for his portfolio: He has plenty of those, from Neuralink to SpaceX and Tesla. Instead, Musk bought political power and the chance to help steer the world in his preferred direction. When you’re the richest man in the world, what remains are all the kingdoms of the world and their glory. You might just be able to put a price tag on that—a $44 billion price tag.


Originally published on The Theory Brief.

Fascism vs. Centrism

The stakes have seldom been higher. Enabling the rise of neofascism would be a historic mistake for the left.

Today is Election Day in the United States, a defining moment not just for the U.S. but for the world as a whole.

In these final moments, how should we think about Donald Trump’s candidacy? I recently listened to Joe Rogan’s 3-hour interview with Trump (so that you don’t have to), and Rogan is right to point out that Trump has “comedic instincts,” engages in a form of “stand-up,” and often performs with “great timing.” Trump’s flair for self-deprecation no doubt helps explain his political success. He is, at heart, a performer. By comparison, centrist Democrats often feel wooden—the gap between Biden and Trump is the distance between modernist self-seriousness and postmodern playfulness. But with her charisma, Harris has been far more successful at circumventing this obstacle than her predecessors.

Trump’s comedy, however, is for a narrow set: His is not a universalist playfulness. To those maligned during the October 27th Trump rally in Madison Square Garden, the jokes come with an existential bite. Trump’s court jester, Tony Hinchcliffe, spoke of a “floating island of garbage...I think it's called Puerto Rico”—hardly likely to endear Trump’s campaign to voters of Puerto Rican, Hispanic or Latino descent.

Trump’s Neofascism

Behind Trump’s jokey facade is the beating heart of a fascist. On Rogan’s podcast, Trump spoke of Kamala as a “low-IQ person,” an “imbecile, literally,” the kind of pseudoscientific discourse about intelligence typifying the far right and playing on racist, misogynist ideas about successful Black woman—and made all the more absurd in light of Harris’s considerable credentials. Trump also evidenced a weird obsession with his Air Force One pilots, which he likened to “perfect specimens,” a strangely clinical term, with one pilot said to be a “perfect-looking human being,” a fethishization of military aesthetics familiar to viewers of Leni Riefenstahl’s cinematography.

More centrally, Trump repeatedly invoked an image of foreign and/or criminal Others set on destabilizing the American social fabric, a classic fascist move, with “hundreds of thousands of criminals” said to be overrunning American communities, including “convicted rapists, drug dealers, drug lords.” Trump claimed that Springfield had “32,000 migrants dropped in,” all of them Haitians, and, surprisingly, “they speak no language.” Rogan corrected him: “No English, you mean?” But Trump doubled down on his claim. The idea that Haitians possess “no language”—a smear that has deep historical roots, involving the denigration of Haitian Creole—was likely intentional, reducing a vulnerable, hard-working immigrant community to language-less animality. Portraying minorities as barbaric (literally, those who, from the ancient Greeks’ perspective could only say bar bar, or meaningless, guttural sounds) is straight out of the far-right’s playbook. 

Unsurprisingly, one of Trump’s crucial final rallies took place at Madison Square Garden, perhaps referencing the 1939 Nazi rally in the same location. Back in 1939, more than 20,000 people gathered to participate in a “Pro America Rally,” sing “The Star-Spangled Banner,” give the Hitler salute, and listen to speakers talking of “job-taking Jewish refugees.” In the 2024 rally, meanwhile, Trump invoked the alleged need to “stop the invasion of criminals coming into our country” and claimed “30,000 illegal migrants were put into a town of 50,000 people” and that “no place can withstand that.” The comedian Hinchcliffe, meanwhile, evoked the idea of an overly fertile domestic enemy, in the crudest, most repugnant terms: “These Latinos, they love making babies too, just know that. They do. They do. There’s no pulling out. They don’t do that. They come inside, just like they did to our country.” 

In How Fascism Works, the philosopher Jason Stanley rightly warns against how dangerous all of this rhetoric—and potential, implied policy—is:

The dangers of fascist politics come from the particular way in which it dehumanizes segments of the population. By excluding these groups, it limits the capacity for empathy among other citizens, leading to the justification of inhumane treatment, from repression of freedom, mass imprisonment, and expulsion to, in extreme cases, mass extermination.

In October 2022, a top Israeli medical official spoke derisively of “the Arab womb,” that is, the idea that Palestinian, or “Arab,” women were overly fertile, with terrifying overtones of racist, misogynistic reductionism (as if all Palestinian women partook of one collective “womb”). Two years later, more than 40,000 Palestinians have been killed on the Gaza Strip. There is a straight line running from fascist words and ideas to fascist actions and policies.

Thankfully, Trump’s neofascism still comes with considerable electoral risk, even in the current political moment. With his recent anti-Puerto Rican statements, and earlier scurrilous claims that Haitians migrants to Springfield, Ohio were consuming pets (“They’re Eating the Cats,” as one New York Times headline read), there is a real chance that the Republican nominee may lose—big time—with Latino and Hispanic voters; recall that Hispanic voters now constitute nearly 15 percent of the eligible voter population and cannot simply disparaged at will. The politics of ethnic identification and voting patterns are ambiguous, of course. But the Madison Square Garden rally may have proved a bridge too far.

Regardless of ethnic affiliation, it is clear what Trump stands for: massive trillion-dollar tax cuts to corporations and the rich, aggressive attacks on minorities and women, and the rehabilitation of fascism as a politically salable ideology.

Harris the Preferable Centrist

Harris, meanwhile, has a Palestine problem. She has been part of an administration that has enabled the Israeli genocide on the Gaza Strip. Disappointingly, Harris has failed to distance herself from the Biden administration’s policies, or offered meaningful assurances on ending the bloodshed. This is likely causing the Harris campaign to hemorrhage voters to not only third-party candidates but just sheer apathy and abandonment of electoral politics altogether. Some pro-Palestine (or anti-genocide) voters may even, misguidedly, choose to vote for Trump, despite the fact that Trump will only stay or worsen the line: Recall that Trump moved the U.S. embassy to Jerusalem in 2017, thereby recognizing it as the capital of Israel despite its annexation of East Jerusalem. And back in April 2024, Trump said that Israel needed to “finish what they started” and “get it over with fast”—hardly the words of a peacemaker. Everything suggests Trump will maintain or deepen the Biden administration’s policy stance on Israel/Palestine.

The crucial difference between Harris and Trump is that Harris remains a centrist neoliberal—a kind of Emmanuel Macron transposed across the Atlantic—while Trump is a neofascist. For leftists, the choice is one between two evils, yes, but one of the sides is clearly—by a wide margin—the lesser evil. The political calculus is, in this sense, clear and unambiguous, the choices and overall electoral context being what they are. For those who care about economic redistribution, too, Harris is clearly the preferable candidate: While Trump’s taxation and spending policies will allow the rich to grow richer, Harris’s policies will likely raise the incomes of the poorest one-fifth by nearly 20 percent, while making the top 0.1% pay more than $150,000 in additional taxes by 2026.

Strategic Timing

In this context, the left must learn the hard lessons of kairos, of “the right time,” which is to say strategic timing: The situation is not right for a third-party vote. For activists eager to punish Biden, the right response in the long term is to build a mass movement capable of pulling Democrats leftwards. For the near term, the leftist activist and writer Joe Mayall has produced an exemplary analysis of the concrete situation facing progressive voters. His analysis comes down to one basic insight: Harris and Trump are not the same; in total, Trump is far worse: “Domestically, the boilerplate Democratic politics of Harris are preferable to the MAGA agenda.” Given the grievous threats of Trumpism, Mayall argues that compromise is the order of the day:

This “compromise” is leftist voters casting ballots for Harris, so that we are not “hurled into battle” against the army of Donald Trump, who wants to “use the military to handle the radical left. I’m not sure what Trump means by “handle,” but I know none of us will be able to advocate for Palestine, abortion rights, or socialism from a jail cell, camp, or grave.

I also agree with the anthropologist Vito Laterza, a theorist of political communication:

Yet, this remains a binary contest - that is the nature of the electoral rules in America, rules that could use some changes, but these are not changes that will occur now or in the foreseeable future. Dispersing votes for third-party candidates on the left effectively gives a hand to Trump. And voting for Trump just doesn't make any sense. Not on any of the issues that Harris and Walz confidently stand for - and not on Palestine and Israel.

It would be a historic mistake for progressives to depress the vote for Harris, thereby enabling Trump’s return to power. Doing so won’t help the Palestinians; it will, however, harm women and ethnic minorities inside the United States; and it will create four years of instability, unpredictability, and potential chaos on the global stage. Neither liberal democracy nor the world as we know it may survive a second Trump term. As Trump himself told a group of evangelical voters in July: “In four years, you don't have to vote again.”

For once, we may take him at his word.

Trump as Apprentice—or Master?

A recent biopic, The Apprentice (2024), prioritizes aesthetics over substance, downplaying Trump’s personal responsibility for his profound character flaws.

The Apprentice (2024). Director: Ali Abbasi. Writer: Gabriel Sherman. Starring: Sebastian Stan, Jeremy Strong, Maria Bakalova. (IMdb)

Ali Abbasi’s The Apprentice (2024)—the title playfully plagiarizes the 15-season reality show that made Donald Trump a household name—could hardly be more timely, purporting to tell the story of Trump’s rise from relative obscurity in 1970s Queens, New York to Manhattan moguldom by the mid-1980s.

The Apprentice does so effectively, even if it veers dangerously into aestheticism, devolving at times into an almost celebratory visual spectacle more than a critical biographical film. With all the familiar tropes of the 1980s aesthetic paraded before the audience—the big hair, VHS scan lines, disco needle-drops, cocaine-fueled parties, and the ruthlessly individualistic pursuit of profit and pleasure—The Apprentice largely forgoes deeper analysis of one of the most powerful and dangerous people in recent history, shifting blame instead onto the shadowy master-figure of Roy Cohn. 

We first encounter Donald in an almost pitiable position, collecting checks for his father, Fred Trump, from low-income tenants. He is skillfully portrayed by Sebastian Stan in an at-first understated performance that gradually evolves into all the now-familiar mannerisms: the spread hands, the pouty upper lip, the verbal tics (“frankly,” “incredible,” “the greatest”), a lexicon of superlatives and hyperbole unmoored from the reality principle. As Trump the younger makes his rounds, his father’s tenants verbally abuse him, doors slamming in his face; an overdue tenant even throws throws scalding water at him. We are almost asked to feel sorry for Trump the younger: No wonder he desires power and wealth, one might be forgiven for thinking, if this is the miserable world he came up out of. But precisely this founding narrative, this original mythic idea of an abused underdog, should make us wary of the film’s political instincts. There is here a not-so-subtle justificatory narrative being constructed, compounded by the fact that Donald, as played by Stan, appears naïve and innocent, a guileless youth who is then both hardened and corrupted by the world.

He begins life as the unappreciated and demeaned son of Fred Sr., an extractive, racist, middling real-estate developer in mid-century New York. On this telling, DJT must naturally rebel against his father’s old-world strictness—and worse, mediocrity—before falling, as if by chance, under the tutelage of the totally unscrupulous but charismatic attorney Roy Cohn, a debauched McCarthyite who brags shamelessly about helping bring the Rosenbergs to the electric chair in the 1950s. Cohn doesn’t hesitate to bug his friends and enemies alike—nor to use the resulting tapes to blackmail them into giving his clients what they want. On The Apprentice’s telling, then, DJT starts out as an essentially earnest young man who simply wants to make a name for himself.

Character development is the bread and butter of all storytelling, of course, but in this way the movie shifts most of the responsibility for his character-formation onto two powerful Oedipal figures, Fred Sr. and Cohn, which lets Donald himself off the hook. Who, after all, can blame an apprentice for what are essentially his masters’ misdeeds? Even if DJT certainly possesses plenty of agency toward the end, ruthlessly manipulating or discarding everyone around him—his siblings and parents (trying to cheat them out of a family trust fund to pay off his Atlantic City casino’s Taiwanese financiers), his wife Ivanka, his brother Freddie, even his one-time mentor Cohn—the damage has already been done.

The structure of The Apprentice is fundamentally Oedipal. To begin with, Donald must defeat all rivals from within: He does so with ease, for his alcoholic older brother, the disgraced airline pilot Freddie—whom Fred Sr. derisively likens to a “bus driver with wings”—is dead set on self-destruction. With Cohn’s aid, Donald then sets about on a decade-long road to toppling his father Fred from the throne of his own business empire, later christened “The Trump Organization” by Donald, a mafia-esque moniker if there ever was one. 

Fred Sr.’s absent love is clearly formative of DJT’s own blossoming ruthlessness, according to The Apprentice, but his paternal recognition, once Donald finally has it, ends up meaning nothing to him at all: Donald has become a “king," his father finally marvels, but by then, the very attributes that have forged Donald into a real-estate kingpin preclude the recognitive force of Fred père. Perhaps surprisingly, DJT cares little for his mother: Her gushing expressions of pride in her regal son barely make a dent in an ego lusting only, in the final reckoning, after lust itself—for Donald’s desire in The Apprentice is a desire turned in on itself, which ensures its properly limitless, infinite quality.

How much of this is accurate as biography? We can leave that to the historians, but The Apprentice at least makes for plausible psychological drama; and there is a fair amount of overlap with established sources. More important than strict historicism, however, the psychodynamics on offer do ring true: One senses that Trump’s essential gaudiness, his basic tawdriness, his showy, neo-roccoco fantasies, can never fill the insatiable abyss within, no matter how many towers or casinos he might erect. Toward the end of the film, Trump meets with the writer Tony Schwartz in the early stages of researching what will become the bestseller, The Art of the Deal. “Making deals,” Trump says, “is an art form”—his art form, like Da Vinci’s Mona Lisa (he observes humbly). But to what end, Schwartz wants to know, sensibly enough: What is the point of all of Trump’s dealmaking? “Deals are the end,” Trump replies, as if puzzled by the very question.

Here at last we see his embodiment of the pure capitalist spirit, revealing its own pointless self-involution: Capital wants to endlessly accumulate, desiring only its own infinite revalorization, because that is all capital is good for. Capitalists, therefore, are tragic figures, enslaved by passions that are, strictly speaking, alien to them. In Abbasi’s Oedipal story of the sorcerer’s apprentice, then, Trump the “apex predator” finally finds himself incapable of vanquishing one last paternal figure alone, Capital itself—which even kings and emperors must obey.

The Apprentice is an entertaining, even stimulating, film, aided by Jeremy Strong’s portrayal of Roy Cohn and Stan’s slowly evolving Trump. But its deep, structural problem is that it risks turning a fascist—even just a nascent one within the movie’s timeline—into an aesthetic icon. One can all too easily imagine MAGA-adjacent adolescent boys raptly watching and taking notes on how to win friends and influence people. That may not be entirely the The Apprentice’s own fault, of course, but aestheticism is a trap for all artists, and this one joyfully marches into it.

For how else can we characterize Trump in this film than as a budding fascist, one who pontificates that “there are two types of people” in the world, “killers and losers”? This essentially pagan-Manichean vision (“Killer means winner,” Trump clarifies, as if to soften his vicious ontology) is fueled by a steady, abusive intake of diet pills, which, so the film suggests, accounts for his accelerating callousness, if not outright brutality.

But there’s that lack of personal responsibility again. It’s not DJT’s own penchant for evil, it’s the pills, the film seems to say—just as it’s the malignant influence of Cohn, or the tough love of Fred Sr., that is to have helped turn Donald Trump into the bilious, vulgar, hate-filled strongman of later years—anything but Trump’s own willful wickedness, springing from within himself, from the depths of his own being. 

Was Trump really, then, ever an apprentice, as the movie’s title suggests? Outsourcing all blame to a supposed master like Cohn is much too convenient; if Republicans care as much about personal responsibility as they say they do, then surely that must extend up to and include their own leaders’ life stories. Moreover, the image of original innocence lost thatThe Apprentice tries to sell does not convince. But more importantly, Trump seems—in reality, not the movie now—more like one who was always-already a fully developed master, skillfully and ruthlessly manipulating his environs, seeking out aid from the wickedest, to be sure, but acting finally of his own accord.

But whether an apprentice or a master, we may all end up paying the price for this fatally flawed man’s renewed quest for power.

The Madness of Civil War

Returning to Alex Garland's Civil War (2024) leaves a mixed impression, but its core theme is, unfortunately, more relevant than ever. 

Civil War (2024). Director/Writer: Alex Garland. Starring: Kirsten Dunst, Wagner Moura, Cailee Spaeny. A24 Films. (Rotten Tomatoes) (Imdb)

Despite occasional glimmers of hope, Civil War (2024) is a terribly depressing movie; but worse still, it is largely an empty movie.

Missing are two crucial elements, which could have compensated for the film’s overall bleakness: situating the U.S. as portrayed in the film within a global system, forcing a reckoning with the possible role played by the American empire in its internal disorders; and a tangible analysis of the domestic political situation leading to the film’s central conflict. Strangely, for a movie about civil war, Civil War is remarkably uninterested in how the war came about, and it shows zero interest in what the rest of the world is doing about it.

This makes Alex Garland’s film an essentially vacuous tale, lacking any attention to political dynamics, either internal or global. And it means we cannot, for the most part, actually use the film for anything in our own hour of need. Audiences turning to Civil War for suggestions about how to think about the hyperpolarized American polity, crosscut by multiple antagonisms, will find precious little of value here.

For those content to dwell in the film’s dark aesthetics, this is hardly an issue, but for the rest of us, Civil War has limited utility as a story for our own troubled times. The shadow of its own unreality hangs over it like a stifling haze, and the politics of Civil War are make-believe politics. Clear-eyed analysis has been sacrificed for mood, atmosphere, and immediacy—perhaps in an attempt to appeal to the immediacies of our contemporary culture or out of a misguided fear of the ponderous. Whatever the reason, the absence of a convincing political narrative in a movie about one of the most extreme political situations a society can find itself in—the total breakdown of the social and state order, a condition in which “brothers turn against their own brothers”—is damning. Much of the critical ambivalence the movie has been met with surely stems from its preference for texture and affect over a structural rationality capable of accounting for itself. There is no “concrete analysis of the concrete situation,” as Lenin might say.

Strangely, it took a second viewing to even grasp that the sitting president is meant to be the villain, an authoritarian strongman, and that the invading secessionist confederacy of the so-called Western Forces, comprised of California and Texas—an extremely unlikely pairing verging on the comical—are somehow the protagonists (along with the Florida Alliance, barely alluded to). With hindsight, you can always tell which group Hollywood wants us to side with from the sophistication of their matériel; such is the industry’s militaristic chauvinism: The helicopters, fighter jets, and tanks of the Western Forces “prove” that they are better than the ragged loyalists clinging to power in Washington.

Civil War’s libertarian instincts are coupled with the intolerance of analysis typified by the drug culture: The traumatized photojournalist Lee and her sidekick, the Reuters reporter Joel (Wagner Moura), are scarred by the trauma of having to bear witness and have seen it all before; and so, Joel smokes weed to survive long nights of faraway gunfire, or drinks himself to a stupor after trading war stories with fellow reporters in a hotel that could have been in Baghdad or Kabul but is in New York. While the movie wants to say clever things about journalism, it ends up doing the profession a disservice by portraying reporters as reckless scavengers of the sensational image, in chase of the exclusive scoop, at the cost of proper analysis (which doesn’t require so much up-to-the minute news as careful, considered thought, usually in a collective).

Still, there are highlights: There is a near-unforgettable scene portraying the horror of an ultranationalistic militia in the throes of ethnic violence against those it deems intruders. The leader (“Soldier”) is played by the actor Jesse Plemons, whose ability to portray a menacing everyman brings an uncanniness. Soldier’s mere appearance on the screen signifies the suspension of normality and the arrival of a surrealist violence—or violent surrealism: Peering out from behind his strawberry-tinted spectacles, with a freshly cut mass grave behind him, he interrogates the traveling reporters at gunpoint about their ethnoracial “credentials.” 

Identity politics is, in the final instance, always a politics of survival, of existence, of the right to live, and the avoidance of death.

Here then, at least, we see the logic of our times condensed and concentrated in a spasmodic moment of pure genocidal violence. Identity politics is, in the final instance, always a politics of survival, of existence, of the right to live, and the avoidance of death. Plemons’s Soldier is the ultimate identity politician, a gun-toting racist vulgarian who, one imagines, might one day wander the halls of Congress.

If Civil War is ultimately a failure, it is redeemed by such moments of clarity, almost in spite of itself. And if it never really grapples with how the descent into the madness of civil war has come about, it hints at the possibility of peace and coexistence as the band of reporters stumble upon a town seemingly untouched by the war. Are the townspeople even aware there’s a war going on?, Joel asks a saleswoman. “We just try to stay out,” she replies. “With what we see on the news, it seems like it’s for the best.” As viewers, we’re invited to scoff at them for their cowardice. But what if they are the only sane ones left in a world that has long since descended into the madness of armed strife? 

George Orwell once wrote that “if you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face—forever.” After Civil War, we can add that if you want a picture of the future, imagine a fascist militiaman in rose-colored shades, pointing at you with a Colt AR-15, demanding to know your identity and whether you “truly” belong: “What kind of American are you?”, as Soldier asks. For this insight alone, Civil War, despite its overall unreality, approaches a kind of convergence with our own deranged times, where the specter of fascism once more overhangs.

Critique and Conspiracy

How can we distinguish between problematic or dangerous conspiracy theories and legitimate intellectual critique?

Has there ever been a more magnificently paranoid vision of intellectual activity than that offered by the Italian leftist thinker Pier Paolo Pasolini in one of his final texts, “Is this a Military Coup D’Etat? I Know…”?

In the article, published a year before his murder, Pasolini declared his knowledge of societal secrets in a series of incantatory declarations: “I know […]. I know […]. I know […].” Among other things, Pasolini claimed to know the names of those responsible for various far-right “massacres”: in Milan in 1969, and in Brescia and Bologna in 1974; Pasolini also claimed to know the names of a “group of powerful men who, with the help of the CIA” initiated an “anticommunist crusade to halt the ’68 movement.”

So how had Pasolini come to know these things? Writing more programmatically, he declared:

I know because I’m an intellectual, a writer who tries to keep track of everything that happens, to know everything that is written, to imagine everything that is unknown or goes unsaid. I’m a person who coordinates even the most remote facts, who pieces together the disorganized and fragmentary bits of a whole, coherent political scene, who re-establishes logic where chance, folly, and mystery seem to reign.

This was a vision of the intellectual-as-seer, one who assembles all the relevant facts, passed over unnoticed by the majority, to penetrate beneath mere surface appearances in order to reveal the secret links between phenomena and their undisclosed causes. The intellectual is the one who sees what others do not, who finds telling signs where others see nothing out of the ordinary.

But is there any difference, even in principle, between this basic critical-intellectual stance, and that classic Hollywood portrayal of paranoia, A Beautiful Mind (2001)? In the movie, we realize that Russell Crowe’s character, the mathematician John Nash, has fallen into delusion when we see what has become of his office: Hundreds of newspaper clippings are pinned to the walls, connected by threads of colored yarn—a “network” of furtive nodes and mystical vertices, revealing that which ordinary citizens have failed to comprehend, lacking as they do Nash’s piercing gnosis—his secret knowledge and insight.

Something similar appears—but more entertainingly, less tragically—in the dizzying opening montage of the film Conspiracy Theory (1997). Here the protagonist, Jerry Fletcher, a New York taxi driver played by Mel Gibson, launches into a series of semi-deranged conspiracy theories as he ferries his unsuspecting passengers around Manhattan. Fletcher’s theories range from the role of the Vatican to microchips, via “black helicopters” (“They’re everywhere.. You can’t hear them until they've already gone.”), to the fluoridation of drinking water:

You know what they put in the water, don’t you? Fluoride! Yeah, fluoride. On the pretext that it strengthens your teeth! That’s ridiculous! You know what this stuff does to you? It actually weakens your will...Takes away the capacity for free and creative thought, and makes you a slave to the state.

The ironies of history are rife here. Fourteen years later, the U.S. government reportedly deployed a pair of “stealth helicopters,” or heavily-modified Sikorsky UH-60 Black Hawks, to kill Osama bin Laden, ascending onto his Pakistani compound almost unnoticed. Meanwhile, some research does suggest that water fluoridation can indeed be harmful to some groups, such as pregnant women, as the New York Times recently reported (with multiple caveats). And in a final bizarre twist of life imitating art, Mel Gibson himself would fall from grace some years later for espousing a vile antisemitic conspiracy theory, stating to the police officers that were apprehending him, “The Jews are responsible for all the wars in the world,” according to The Guardian.

From Pandemic to “Infodemic”

Clearly, conspiracy theories can be deeply troubling. At best, they are a nuisance and a distraction; at their worst, they can lead to pogroms and genocide. They are, in the words of the philosopher Frank Ruda, “problematic manifestations of a rational demand, a demand of reason.” As he writes, “This demand is a demand for orientation in a world that no longer allows for any, since the constitutive principles of its organization have become obscured.” In the chaos and complexity of the world, conspiracy theories provide the appearance of order, clarity, and coherence; they offer reassurance that an often incomprehensible world can be made simple and intelligible. But they also often satisfy an appetite for an easily identifiable “enemy” onto which all the ills of the world can be heaped—a form of social misdiagnosis.

During the COVID-19 pandemic, conspiracy theories seemed to gain in importance. Far from being mere irritants, the very future of the world now seemed to hang on the ability of governments to do battle with the ideas of “anti-vaxxers.” The World Health Organization went so far as to declare an informational epidemic, or “infodemic,” alongside the viral pandemic, in late 2020. Hazy ideas about 5G towers, microchips, and billionaires like Bill Gates had circulated on social media for years, without much effect on global events. Now, however, conspiratorial anti-vaxxers rose in stature: They seemed to stand a real chance of blocking the resumption of normal everyday life on a planetary scale by preventing the mass rollout of vaccines like Moderna and Pfizer/BioNTech.

In August 2020, UNESCO and others launched a campaign to “raise awareness of the existence and consequences of conspiracy theories linked to the COVID-19 crisis.” Fact-checking websites and features became increasingly commonplace. By early 2021, Twitter introduced its “Community Notes” feature, allowing for added context on popular but controversial posts. The European Commission, meanwhile, outlined six features of a conspiracy theory:

An alleged, secret plot.

A group of conspirators.

‘Evidence’ that seems to support the conspiracy theory.

They falsely suggest that nothing happens by accident and that there are no coincidences; nothing is as it appears and everything is connected.

They divide the world into good or bad.

They scapegoat people and groups.

Definitional Dangers

However, this war on conspiratorial reasoning comes at a cost. First, we should also inquire about the political-economic conditions that provide fertile soil for conspiratorial thought. Too often, the problem is construed in purely communicative, epistemic terms, when material conditions like social insecurity are responsible for providing the perfect breeding ground for these narratives. Improving people’s life chances—by raising social safety—is likely to be far more effective than banning and canceling utterances. At root, this is a problem of social insecurity.

Second, even a cursory inspection of the six features outlined above suggests potential overlap with the routine legitimate activities of, say, investigative journalism, critical social science, or intellectual critique. For instance, “An alleged secret plot” and “A group of conspirators”: But sometimes there really are plots in the straightforward sense of individuals or groups coming together to plan and organize an outcome aligning with their interests. Or: “‘Evidence’ that seems to support the conspiracy theory”: But quite often, what counts as evidence is itself subject to debate; the so-called “criterion problem” means that the standards of factuality that have to be met are part and parcel of debates over particular issues.

Or consider the feature, “Nothing is as it appears and everything is connected”: Certainly, there is an element of exaggeration here, but is this not a near-perfect encapsulation of what Paul Ricœur called the hermeneutics of suspicion, manifested in each their own way by the three giants of modern critical thought: Marx, Nietzsche, and Freud? In his writings on the parapraxes, for instance, Freud suggests that (almost) nothing we might blurt out is accidental; every slip of the tongue has its origins in the unconscious. Meanwhile, Marx, while not necessarily scapegoating, certainly does ascribe significant agentic power to the capitalist class, castigating it for exploiting workers; the state, on Marx and Engels’s account, is nothing “but a committee for managing the common affairs of the whole bourgeoisie.”

Closer to the contemporary world, when social scientists try to reveal the connections between power, social structures, and life outcomes—an ambition that encompasses critical sociologists like C. Wright Mills, Pierre Bourdieu, and many more—they do tend to suggest that “nothing happens by accident” and that, indeed, “nothing is as it appears”—because we live in a world of ideological figments, amidst the workings of symbolic power and doxa as well as the collective behavior of powerful social elites.

As for dividing the world into “good and bad”—I recall a senior social scientist once cautioning against using the very term “elites” in a draft paper because the rhetoric of “elites,” it seemed to him, was politically inflected—both from the left and right. But this is troubling: There really are elites, and their actions and attitudes matter; these are sociological facts, whether we like them or not. Certainly, we shouldn’t scapegoat elites; but where do we draw the line between a legitimate calling-out of the power of social elites, say, and what they themselves might describe as malign mistreatment? In Norwegian public debate in recent years, for instance, the Labour-led government has been attacked by business owners for its rhetoric about the importance of taxing the wealthy, which some have dismissed as “hatred and jealousy” of a particular class of people: the rich.

Return of the Dismissed

Moreover, acts labeled and dismissed as conspiracies can sometimes undergo a strange reversal of fortune: In the early stages of the pandemic, the Wuhan “lab leak” theory was dismissed as reckless, conspiratorial speculation, failing to accept the random meaninglessness of natural life and the inherent dangers of zoonosis. While early on in the pandemic Facebook censored lab leak posts, by May 2021 it had reversed its policy; at the time, the company said its change its “comes ‘in light of ongoing investigations into the origin’.” Three years after the pandemic began, the New York Times noted that while the idea of a Chinese “lab leak was once dismissed by many as a conspiracy theory,” the idea was now “gaining traction.” 

The point is not that the lab leak hypothesis is necessarily true; most likely, it isn’t. Our desire for its truth may be fed by a need for clear agency and unequivocal responsibility, where instead we face what amounts to “a series of unfortunate events.” But all of this does point to the difficulty of establishing clear, rigorous, unassailable definitions of conspiracy theories, when something that “everyone” agreed was a conspiracy only a few years later is given a fair hearing in respectable broadsheets.

Counteract—Without Concepts

So are conspiracy theories destined to remain resistant to “objective” or rigorous definition—a case of “I know it when I see it,” as Justice Potter Stewart put it in his famous 1964 Supreme Court opinion on obscenity? Probably. Attempting to create a general, universal definition risks sweeping up legitimate intellectual activities within a broader definitional scope. The definition above, for instance, though well-intentioned, could plausibly be used to dismiss somewhat simplistic but still-legitimate social analysis.

This is not to say that we should run out and accept any old thing we are told. Nor does it mean we should quietly accept what we might perceive as nonsensical or dangerous claims about events, phenomena or groups. Instead, it means that we cannot define ourselves away from the hard work of countering these claims on the terrain of evidence, and where relevant, clear argumentation, including moral arguments. If we don’t agree with or like conspiratorial claims (which do not, in any case, as a rule meet the higher threshold of a “theory,” it must be said), or if we find them not only repulsive but downright dangerous, we should rather confront them head-on—not nullify, cancel, or censor them through conceptual moves that seek to “out-classify” them.

Certainly, some of these claims will be of such a nature that we may safely choose to ignore them, because of their marginality and/or preposterousness—which is not the same as censorship but rather a prioritization of effort. The work is great and the laborers few. And some may fall under the heading of hate speech, which is a different legal question altogether, to be dealt with by whatever procedures a particular society might have chosen for this category of utterances.

But by and large, we should not be afraid to counter conspiracy theories using all the intellectual tools at our disposal.

Only then can we say, like Pasolini, that “we know,” that we too have “piece[d] together the disorganized and fragmentary bits of a whole”—and made an honest attempt at understanding the totality, without lapsing into either paranoia or delusion.