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Strike The Root |
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There are a thousand hacking at the branches of evil to one who is striking at the root. |
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Peeling Off My Capital "L"
This was a big step for me. I've been involved with the LP, one way or another, since helping found my college's Campus Libertarian Coalition in 1986 (we were a "coalition," see, 'cause individualists like us don't join clubs). I volunteered my services, ever so briefly, as my state LP's communications director. Two years ago, I even ran for state legislature--maybe you saw me on TV, before I was interrupted by our governor's victory speech? None of this was because I believed an LP tide would wash over the state and bring a new dawn of freedom. If anything, I always figured that among political parties, the LP offered (as Erik von Kuehnelt-Leddihn might have put it) le moindre mal, le possibilité du bien--the least evil, the possibility of good. No, two things kept the LP colors flying on the back of my car. One was loyalty to some individual LP members I've worked with. The other was a vague sense of having to put on a good show. As long as I'm the "office Libertarian" at work, I may as well act the part. But if the physical act of peeling off the LP was much put-off, the mental separation was quick and clean, and happened some time ago. Having read myself into the LP once upon a time, I read myself back out again too--escorted through the door marked free-market anarchism by names like Mises, Rothbard, Hoppe, Stromberg, Beck, Rockwell, and Spooner (not to mention Strike The Root). I realized this had already happened at my state LP's convention last spring. Someone was defending some "reasonable" approach to limited government. "I believe government has a role to play," he said. "I'm not an anarchist!" "Hell," I thought. "I'm an anarchist!" (As Bob Murphy has pointed out, it looks and sounds tough to describe yourself as an anarchist, though it doesn't actually do much to help you in a fight.) I suddenly felt a lot less at home in the LP. After
that, the signs were everywhere. I read Hoppe,
and noted Rothbard's classification of the "modal
Libertarian," a standard LP type, on pages 206-8: "an
adolescent rebel against everyone around him: first, against his
parents, second against his family, third against his neighbors, and
finally against society itself. He is especially opposed to institutions
of social and cultural authority: in particular against the bourgeoisie
from whom he stemmed, against bourgeois norms and conventions, and
against such institutions of social authority as churches." Within days, the Burqa Incident, in which a woman accused the LP of not recognizing that "it isn't just state authority that should be of concern, but all authority" (my emphasis), proved Rothbard's insight correct. Heck, even I can see through that one. I've read Albert Jay Nock. Plus,
there were the little things, annoying and embarrassing to the
"office Libertarian"--the
Druid candidate; the one allegedly advocating
murder; the blue
guy; the national LP's short-sighted gloating over the
defeat of Bob Barr; the speculation discussion of some kind of strategic
alliance with the Greens . . . and the local candidate who called on
the government to build parking garages and be the "employer of
last resort." ( After that, the bumper sticker was doomed. Raising
a new old flag My Hoppean secession from party politics isn't an abandonment of the battle for liberty. On the contrary: It's redeployment to the front lines. Freedom
can't be achieved through politics. Voting can't build liberty any more
than flapping our arms can make us fly. And as
Lew Rockwell has pointed out, the whole idea of "public
policy" is an anti-liberty fraud. The fields where freedom will be
won are philosophical and ethical . . . mental and moral . . . personal,
not political. Government
is force. Political power is coercive power. And that makes politics
itself a violation of the much-vaunted LP membership pledge ("I
do not believe in or advocate the initiation of force as a means of
achieving political or social goals").
Even LPers for whom politics is purely defensive should
recognize that. In
delegitimizing political power, the first step is to renounce it for
ourselves. (Someone asked me once what I would do if I were "king
for a day." My reply: "Abdicate.") So,
better late than never, the LP sticker is off my car. The bumper's not
bare, though. After all, I needed something to balance out the
weather-beaten old "I Y
Capitalism" bumper
strip on the other side. There's a new sticker on there now, one that
looks a lot like this:
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Last
Saturday, I dodged 
