I recently performed
a mind experiment to give me a sense of why millions of citizens are
emotionally blind to the president’s corruption, immorality, concreteness, cruelty
and narcissism. The experiment featured my 1968 self, age 17. I was a dedicated
Libertarian then, believing in ultimate political freedom: private property is
sacrosanct; government is not our provider and we are not our brothers’
keepers. No welfare, no coercive taxation, no mixed economy. In a society
unshackled and disarmed of the government’s gun, people’s natural benevolence
would return and charity would flourish. All this wasn’t merely the Libertarian
ideal. It was the program, the platforms and the policies.
In my
experiment, I imagined a Libertarian president or candidate with the character
of Donald Trump. He would have the most arrogant attitude possible, mocking all
things liberal, denigrating the bleeding-heart ooze bags, spewing ribald, sarcastic
and unintelligent insults, lying like a sociopathic con artist. Being, pretty
much, a disturbed adolescent in an adult’s body.
I realized that
I would, as I listened to his speeches and watched that incongruously punk face
grinning, be fully on board with him and admiring of everything he said. It would
all be good, all be right, all be bright and shining and powerful, the power of
the one truth. But also the power to obliterate all the enemies and shaming I
had ever felt in my life. Those raucous and acidic words would avenge me and
clear the way to the kind of superior feeling and happiness that Ayn Rand
promised in her novels about John Galt the polymath and Howard Roark the anti-hero,
in her nonfiction about the virtue of selfishness and the right aesthetic sensibility.
How could a
teenager who had no capacity for violence, who had tears for Joyce Kilmer’s
poem “Trees” and Matthew Arnold’s “Dover Beach,” and a warm and anxious heart
for a girl who was quite beyond his reach, be stirred by a heartless, lordly
fool? How could character qualities that most people find repulsive and
antihuman be smiled upon by so many others?
The answer centers
on the failure of empathy, the failure of its formation in childhood. Empathy
is not binary, where you either have it or you don’t. Some of this natural quality
will be freed up if pain deeply held from long ago is finally released. But
that’s a matter of quantity, and so is empathy. Somehow (and I believe no
scientific research has been done in this area), if in our earliest years we were
never understood as we actually were, never valued as we actually were – if we never
received empathy – we will be too “empty,” too needy of those gifts to be able
to give them, and too shut down (repressed) to access what little we may have.
Here is how Karen Horney, a generation after Freud, described the parents’ failed
role:
But
through a variety of adverse influences, a child may not be permitted to grow
according to his individual needs and possibilities. Such unfavorable conditions
are too manifold to list here. But, when summarized, they all boil down to the
fact that the people in the environment are too wrapped up in their own
neuroses to be able to love the child, or even to conceive of him as the
particular individual he is. . . . (my emphasis). (Karen Horney, M.D., Neurosis
and Human Growth, W.W. Norton & Co., 1950, p. 18)
Empathy has
generally been described as a simple quality, the ability to “put oneself in
someone else’s shoes,” the ability to grasp and share another person’s
feelings. But if that definition were sufficient, it would include the happy
rage that Trump inspires in his followers during his rallies, as they harmonize
with his hates and denunciations of individuals, entire countries and abstract
ideologies. But no. Actual empathy is not to be triggered to feel what we
already are – angry or bitter, happy, superior, prideful, shameful. If it were
that, then someone triggered to road rage would be a model of empathy! Real
empathy exists in a person whose emotional (and physical) needs were met early,
who is “complete” and not hurting and hungry for the supplies that were never given.
There will be an openness and even serenity in the person, and no peremptory
push of pain that blocks his reception of another person’s feeling. Empathy can
be likened to seeing another through clear not scratched or tinted lenses.
One principal
fact of psychology, learned from years of doing therapy, is that people’s ideas
of themselves are as likely to be self-medicative and delusional as they are to
be accurate and reality-based. “My father used to beat the hell out of me, but it
just made me stronger.” No, it didn’t: You beat your own children. “I love my
old mom to death, but for some reason I never get around to calling or
visiting.” No, you don’t love your mother to death. Your feelings are
ambivalent and there is poison in them. One belief most people would probably
claim is empathy and selfless care for others. It’s a cold moment when this conceit
is proven false. A “codependent” woman may be a server of people to experience
a substitute for self-esteem. A husband may love his wife, but truth be told,
only on his own terms. A Narcissist will insist he loves yet have no capacity
to mean it, he is so wounded at the core kernel, “the psychological birth of the human
infant,” Margaret Mahler’s description of the well-known
separation-individuation phases of infancy.
We can be
substantial persons without experiencing empathy. Human beings are gyroscopic: We
may hold our head upright while the body, with its feelings, suffers injury.
One loses a leg and maintains stability by means of a prosthetic. One loses
mother’s love that makes life and growth possible and holds herself up by
hopeful thought, by redefining need as love, life as striving and struggling.
Thinking becomes our new truth, our prosthetic.*
Our fellow men
and women who do not suffer the harmonic vibrations of Trump’s character toxicity, but rather find their reflection in them,
lack the basic empathy that comes from early love and acceptance. That is a
structural deficit that does not rule out positive feeling in many spheres:
enjoyment of nature, the exhilaration of a Rachmaninoff concerto, love of or dedication
to a spouse, love of a pet that has never frustrated your need for
unconditional acceptance. A critical problem in our country today is that lack
of empathy has been co-opted to the service of a cruel and destructive leader.
Those of us who do know empathy should, adapting the parenting bromide, hate
the acts condoned but not the persons condoning them. We are all deplorable in
different ways.
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* This paragraph was substantially lifted from my earlier (2013) post, "Our thinking".
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* This paragraph was substantially lifted from my earlier (2013) post, "Our thinking".
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Comments are welcome, but I'd suggest you first read "Feeling-centered therapy" and "Ocean and boat" for a basic introduction to my kind of theory and therapy.