Even wise
men can be viciously wrong in their prejudices. I admire much of George
Santayana’s prose and thought without reservation, though he was an inexcusably
stupid anti-Semite. When Richard John Neuhaus reviewed the reissue of John McCormick’s
biography of the philosopher in 2005, he wrote: “What is admired in Santayana
is disturbingly entangled with what is repugnant.” That makes him impossible
for today’s literary Manicheans to understand or admire (of course, many of those
same Manicheans are already anti-Semitic). People are complicated, more than we
can hope to fathom. Let’s go further and say we will always remain mysteries to
each other and ourselves. As soon as we claim to comprehensively understand
another human being, we’re lying. I’m reading Santayana’s letters. Here’s a passage, written to Daniel Cory in the year of the Anschluss, Munich and Kristallnacht,
that prompted these thoughts:
“We live in
a fanatical age, an age of propaganda, when everybody wants the support of the
whole herd in order to be quite at peace in his own conscience. I am reading
the Upanishads, St. Augustine’s Confessions, and Spinoza’s Politics, to take the bad taste out of
my mouth.”
Spinoza, of
course, was a Jew. Parallels between 1938 and 2018 will be apparent to most conscious
readers. Yet, just two years earlier, on Aug. 12, 1936, Santayana wrote to
George Sturgis: “The Jews, for instance, aren’t in the least like Abraham or
King Solomon: they are just sheenies.”
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