{"id":717,"date":"2017-06-25T03:13:03","date_gmt":"2017-06-25T02:13:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.dongpingzhang.com\/?p=717"},"modified":"2017-07-02T19:20:29","modified_gmt":"2017-07-02T18:20:29","slug":"the-lion-and-the-unicorn-socialism-and-the-english-genius","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.dongpingzhang.com\/?p=717","title":{"rendered":"The Lion and the Unicorn: Socialism and the English Genius"},"content":{"rendered":"

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I first read <\/span>George Orwell<\/span><\/a>\u2019s \u201c<\/span>The Lion and the Unicorn: Socialism and the English Genius<\/span><\/i>\u201d many years ago when I was in the process of learning English which turns out to be an everlasting endeavor. Some time last year, I picked this book up again, after listening to some BBC radio program that quoted George Orwell from this work. Recently while reading <\/span>the English and their History<\/span><\/i><\/a> by <\/span>Robert Tombs<\/span><\/a>, I noticed that Tombs frequently cited passages from George Orwell\u2019s works, especially <\/span>The Lion and the Unicorn<\/span><\/i> at length. It naturally intrigued me to read this again. If previously I grasped mostly social, political and cultural knowledge about England and the English during the two world war era, this time I appreciate something new. George Orwell\u2019s skills of writing sharp and exact, yet elegant and at times humorous prose, developing arguments that are both convincing and bold without any nonsense. This work serves as a great example of the practices that George Orwell advocated in <\/span>Politics and the English Language<\/span><\/a>. <\/span><\/p>\n

If you are wondering what happened to <\/span>the English and their History<\/span><\/i>, why have I not written about that giant of 1040 pages? It is indeed being brewed. It seems impossible to tackle that book without going back to <\/span>the Lion and the Unicorn <\/span><\/i>first. <\/span><\/p>\n

The Lion and the Unicorn <\/span><\/i>was first published in 1941. It consists of three parts: <\/span>England Your England, Shopkeepers at War, and the English Revolution<\/span><\/i>. It is set in the World War II era, but traces history back to previous wars that England went through as well as its previous social and political struggles. All three essays deserve to be read closely. The kind of thorough and detailed reading taught by Francine Prose in her <\/span>Reading Like a Writer<\/span><\/a> serves very well here. Here are a selection of passages to share with you. <\/span><\/p>\n

As I write, highly civilized human beings are flying overhead, trying to kill me. They do not feel any enmity against me as an individual, nor I against them. They are \u2018only doing their duty\u2019, as the saying goes. Most of them, I have no doubt, are kind-hearted law-abiding men who would never dream of committing murder in private life. On the other hand, if one of them succeeds in blowing me to pieces with a well-placed bomb, he will never sleep any the worse for it. He is serving his country, which has the power to absolve him from evil. <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

But talk to foreigners, read foreign books or newspapers, and you are brought back to the same thought. Yes, there is something distinctive and recognizable in English civilization. It is a culture as individual as that of Spain. It is somehow bound up with solid breakfasts and gloomy Sundays, smoky towns and winding roads, green fields and red pillar-boxes. It has a flavour of its own. Moreover it is continuous, it stretches into the future and the past, there is something in it that persists, as in a living creature. What can the England of 1940 have in common with the England of 1840? But then, what have you in common with the child of five whose photograph your mother keeps on the mantelpiece? Nothing, except that you happen to be the same person.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

And above all, it is your civilization, it is you. However much you hate it or laugh at it, you will never be happy away from it for any length of time. The suet puddings and the red pillar-boxes have entered into your soul. Good or evil, it is yours, you belong to it, and this side the grave you will never get away from the marks that it has given you.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

Meanwhile England, together with the rest of the world, is changing. And like everything else it can change only in certain directions, which up to a point can be foreseen. That is not to say that the future is fixed, merely that certain alternatives are possible and others not. A seed may grow or not grow, but at any rate a turnip seed never grows into a parsnip. <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

Hypocritical laws (licensing laws, lottery acts, etc. etc.) which are designed to interfere with everybody but in practice allow everything to happen. <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

One can learn a good deal about the spirit of England from the comic coloured postcards that you see in the windows of cheap stationers\u2019 shops. These things are a sort of diary upon which the English people have unconsciously recorded themselves. Their old-fashioned outlook, their graded snobberies, their mixture of bawdiness and hypocrisy, their extreme gentleness, their deeply moral attitude to life, are all mirrored there. <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

The most stirring battle-poem in English is about a brigade of cavalry which charged in the wrong direction. <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

The reason why the English anti-militarism disgusts foreign observers is that it ignores the existence of the British Empire. It looks like sheer hypocrisy. After all, the English have absorbed a quarter of the earth and held on to it by means of a huge navy. How dare they then turn round and say that war is wicked? <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

Here one comes upon an all-important English trait: the respect for constitutionalism and legality, the belief in \u2018the law\u2019 as something above the State and above the individual, something which is cruel and stupid, of course, but at any rate incorruptible.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

It is not that anyone imagines the law to be just. Everyone knows that there is one law for the rich and another for the poor. But no one accepts the implications of this, everyone takes it for granted that the law, such as it is, will be respected, and feels a sense of outrage when it is not. Remarks like \u2018They can’t run me in; I haven’t done anything wrong\u2019, or \u2018They can’t do that; it’s against the law\u2019, are part of the atmosphere of England. The professed enemies of society have this feeling as strongly as anyone else. <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

Patriotism is usually stronger than class-hatred, and always stronger than any kind of internationalism. <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

One is the lack of artistic ability. This is perhaps another way of saying that the English are outside the European culture. For there is one art in which they have shown plenty of talent, namely literature. But this is also the only art that cannot cross frontiers. \u00a0<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

More than either it resembles a family, a rather stuffy Victorian family, with not many black sheep in it but with all its cupboards bursting with skeletons. It has rich relations who have to be kow-towed to and poor relations who are horribly sat upon, and there is a deep conspiracy of silence about the source of the family income. It is a family in which the young are generally thwarted and most of the power is in the hands of irresponsible uncles and bedridden aunts. Still, it is a family. It has its private language and its common memories, and at the approach of an enemy it closes its ranks. A family with the wrong members in control \u2013 that, perhaps, is as near as one can come to describing England in a phrase. <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

What was it that at every decisive moment made every British statesman do the wrong thing with so unerring an instinct? <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

One thing that has always shown that the English ruling class are morally fairly sound, is that in time of war they are ready enough to get themselves killed\u2026What is to be expected of them is not treachery, or physical cowardice, but stupidity, unconscious sabotage, an infallible instinct for doing the wrong thing. They are not wicked, or not altogether wicked; they are merely unteachable. Only when their money and power are gone will the younger among them begin to grasp what century they are living in. <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

The effect of all this is a general softening of manners. It is enhanced by the fact that modern industrial methods tend always to demand less muscular effort and therefore to leave people with more energy when their day’s work is done. Many workers in the light industries are less truly manual labourers than is a doctor or a grocer. In tastes, habits, manners and outlook the working class and the middle class are drawing together. The unjust distinctions remain, but the real differences diminish. <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

This war, unless we are defeated, will wipe out most of the existing class privileges…The gentleness, the hypocrisy, the thoughtlessness, the reverence for law and the hatred of uniforms will remain, along with the suet puddings and the misty skies. It needs some very great disaster, such as prolonged subjugation by a foreign enemy, to destroy a national culture. The Stock Exchange will be pulled down, the horse plough will give way to the tractor, the country houses will be turned into children’s holiday camps, the Eton and Harrow match will be forgotten, but England will still be England, an everlasting animal stretching into the future and the past, and, like all living things, having the power to change out of recognition and yet remain the same. <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

It is not true that public opinion has no power in England. It never makes itself heard without achieving something; it has been responsible for most of the changes for the better during the past six months. But we have moved with glacier-like slowness, and we have learned only from disasters. It took the fall of Paris to get rid of Chamberlain and the unnecessary suffering of scores of thousands of people in the East End to get rid or partially rid of Sir John Anderson. It is not worth losing a battle in order to bury a corpse. For we are fighting against swift evil intelligences, and time presses, and history to the defeated May say Alas! but cannot alter or pardon.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

No political programme is ever carried out in its entirety. But what matters is that that or something like it should be our declared policy. It is always the direction that counts. <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

I only know that the right men will be there when the people really want them, for it is movements that make leaders and not leaders movements. <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

Patriotism has nothing to do with Conservatism. It is actually the opposite of Conservatism, since it is a devotion to something that is always changing and yet is felt to be mystically the same. It is the bridge between the future and the past. No real revolutionary has ever been an internationalist. <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

\u201cCome the four corners of the world in arms<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

And we shall shock them: naught shall make us rue <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

If England to herself do rest but true.\u201d<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

It is right enough, if you interpret it rightly. But England has got to be true to herself. She is not being true to herself while the refugees who have sought our shores are penned up in concentration camps, and company directors work out subtle schemes to dodge their Excess Profits Tax. It is goodbye to the Tatler and the Bystander, and farewell to the lady in the Rolls-Royce car. The heirs of Nelson and of Cromwell are not in the House of Lords. They are in the fields and the streets, in the factories and the armed forces, in the four-ale bar and the suburban back garden; and at present they are still kept under by a generation of ghosts. Compared with the task of bringing the real England to the surface, even the winning of the war, necessary though it is, is secondary. By revolution we become more ourselves, not less. There is no question of stopping short, striking a compromise, salvaging \u2018democracy\u2019, standing still. Nothing ever stands still. We must add to our heritage or lose it, we must grow greater or grow less, we must go forward or backward. I believe in England, and I believe that we shall go forward. <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

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