I first heard the word “elite” in a
somewhat unusual context. My Aunt Heartz
always seemed to me an exotic figure. Before
the War she had spent time in the Philippines with her military husband, and
her house was filled with rattan furniture.
She also had a portable typewriter in which she took pride. One of its most desirable features was that
it was an elite, not a pica.
That was long before I had any technical knowledge of type and printing,
but this elite typewriter produced
text in approximately ten point, whereas the more standard office model pica was twelve point. What elite meant to my aunt was something
like stylish or elegant—definitely superior, a cut above.
Well, I have heard a great deal
more about the words elite (adjective
and noun) and elitism in the years
since then. Much of it has been
censorious. That is probably because I
spent upwards of half a century teaching at one of the world’s most elite
universities listening to my administrators and colleagues gas on about how
terrible elitism is. So let me say a few
words in its defense.
People do not want to be “elitists”
for good reason. They do not want to be
stuck-up snobs, reveling in their supposed superiority to supposed
inferiors. We want to be egalitarians—believers in the
proposition put forward in our Declaration of Independence that all men are created equal.* That all are “equal” is a very nice thought,
but the moment one expresses it, one must realize the ways in which it is not
true as well as those in which it is.
The equality of “all men” will not be found in their height, weight,
physical dexterity, mental acuity or other accidental features, which in their
composite entirety tend to define what we think of as individual identity or
“personality”. We mean that all men have
ethical and political equality, that all have “equal protection under the law,”
and (if we are religious) that all have certain rights endowed by God. That is the essence of the matter. When Robbie Burns writes “My love is like a
red, red rose,” he is not trying to convince us that his girlfriend is bright
vermillion of hue or that sharp spines protrude from her limbs. No, he is claiming that she shares the
essential aesthetic and moral attributes of “rosiness,” whatever they may be.
It may be impossible to impose
effective economic coherence upon the egalitarian ideal. The radical anarchist claim that that is the
case cannot be refuted by reference to any known political system in today’s
world, certainly. Modern democracies
have done a poor to fair-to-middling job at best, but they have been able to
achieve even this only on the basis of elitism—that is, on some form or another
of representative government. The English word elite is very easily traced through its immediate French source to
its Latin origins. Elite means elected, chosen, picked If you exercise any conscious sense of
preference in the food you eat, the clothes you wear, the friends you make, the
partner you marry, indeed if you make any choice among plural possible options,
you are practicing elitism.
All this is
to say that you are being discriminating
or practicing discrimination, another
word likely to cause anxiety to many well-meaning people and therefore one
perhaps deserving a brief philological
mini-lecture of its own. Discrimination
involves making a judgment or decision in relation to alternative
possibilities. One such distinction is between
guilt and innocence. Our word crime derives from the idea that a fact has been ascertained by a certain
kind of discrimination or judgement. But
discrimination can be practiced on the basis of both sound and unsound
criteria, and those judged unsound have changed dramatically in the age of
democracy. It is the fear (and history)
of using unsound criteria that spooks many people today. For effective purposes the word discrimination as it is mainly used in
your newspaper refers to racial discrimination. Usually it is a fairly easy empirical matter
to discriminate between a man and a woman, and between a black person and a
white one. But that discrimination is a
matter of personal identity which, according to our Constitution, is politically
irrelevant. Though it has been very
different in the not distant past, race-based discrimination is now legally
authorized only in various “affirmative action” programs, where its operations
are often highly opaque and contested.
In such programs, incidentally, the elitist program is often even more
articulate than it is elsewhere.
It is
probably too late to save the word elitism
or to use it in a benign sense. Not too
many words can survive the suffix ism. There might yet be hope for discrimination, which is, from a certain
point of view, the method as well as the goal of all education. The cultivation of discriminating taste, the
discriminating consumer, a discriminating mind—all these are still positive concepts for most of us. The value of discrimination is not limited to
the purely aesthetic realm—concluding that King
Lear is more worthy of your sustained attention than a Harlequin
romance. It is discrimination that
advances our civilization in the material and practical realms as well. The engineer who is expert in the strength of
materials will discriminate between pre-stressed concrete and braided steel
cables by applying expert knowledge to a specific situation. Just as we would avoid shoddy construction
materials in building our houses we should strive to avoid shoddy
thinking. And there’s another most
interesting word, shoddy. Its principal meaning as a noun was woolen
stuff made from picking apart old rags.
The adjective soon followed. It
is akin to tawdry, the kind of stuff
you could pick up cheap at Saint Audrey’s
fair on October 17, the late medieval version of the Dollar General Store. If we do not want our minds to be cluttered
with the shoddy and the tawdry we are forced to become elitists through the
operations of discrimination.
*And
as an elitist, I am impatient of the philological ignorance than cannot
recognize in this eighteenth-century usage the generic sense of all men as human kind.
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