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Dwight on YouTube

As far as I am aware, this video of the critic and activist Dwight Macdonald debating William F. Buckley on an episode of Firing Line is the only video of Macdonald on YouTube. 


This is not so remarkable a fact that it demands an intense analysis, but a few observations do I think follow from it (I won’t go too deeply into the video itself).

Firstly, the fact that this forty-eight-minute clip from a television episode first broadcast in May 1967 is available to view for free in its entirety on a website known mainly for cat and prank videos, is remarkable. It speaks to the surprising element of YouTube that among its line-up of flashy-but-meaningless material, a great amount of serious intellectual content can be found.  

Speaking for myself, I’ve benefited enormously from the hundreds of lectures, debates, conversations, interviews and documentaries featuring scholars and academics uploaded to YouTube. These videos have constituted an education in their own right, providing of course one does not make it their only educational resource. I read somewhere once that while Noam Chomsky was flattered by the attention he got in online videos, he found little evidence that the same young acolytes ever followed up with any interest in his books (don’t quote me on that though). 

Secondly, it can be said that Macdonald’s presence on Buckley’s show is underwhelming. Brought in to argue the case for civil disobedience in the time of the Vietnam War and the Civil Rights Movement, Macdonald can’t help but look like an errant schoolboy brought before an unimpressed principal. While Buckley, who for some reason has a moderator on set even though it’s his own show, projects an easy (but smarmy) confidence on the screen, Macdonald barely gets a clean sentence out, mostly looks down at his army of cigarettes and is always on the defensive.

It should be pointed out to viewers unacquainted with Dwight Macdonald that on the page he was a completely different beast. As a critic of just about everything – politics, philosophy, literature, cinema, newspapers, advertising, his friends' wives – Macdonald had the kind of lucid and direct prose style that was tailor made for America’s middle-brow magazine culture. Whether it was film reviews for Esquire, social criticism for the New Yorker, or polemics for Partisan Review, few bested him for the knock-out combination of cleverness and humour that is the bread and butter of intellectual journalism.

Thirdly, the historical context of this debate is of interest. I don’t mean the larger, world-wide context of the Vietnam War or the Civil Rights Movement, which of course occupy the forefront of this debate. What I mean is the narrower biographical context of the two participants. Macdonald first had Buckley in his sights all the way back in May 1952, when he reviewed Buckley's God and Man at Yale, a book which one can surmise even without reading it is about how Yale had neither God nor men in attendance. Macdonald wrote of the young reactionary at the time: ‘He has the outward and visible signs of the campus radical, and the inward and spiritual qualities of the radical’s wealthy grandfather’. 

In 1954 Buckley had published another book, this time with his brother-in-law, Brent Bozell, McCarthy and his Enemies, a defence of the Wisconsin Senator against...well, his enemies I guess. Macdonald was similarly dismissive: ‘Messrs. Buckley and Bozell will do very well as minor comic characters in the mock-heroic epic of McCarthyism, an interlude in our political history so weird and wonderful that future archaeologists may well assign it to mythology rather than history’.

But Macdonald really took out the knife when in 1955 Buckley founded and started editing what would become the flagship publication of American conservatism, National Review. Writing in an issue of Commentary magazine (before it itself went conservative), Macdonald indulged in one of his favourite pastimes of comparing and contrasting the political periodicals across the political spectrum. The first issues of National Review did not stack up. ‘Journalistically, the National Review actually manages to be duller than the liberal weeklies,’ Macdonald opined. ‘It is even more predictable, much more long-winded, and a good deal less competent’. Of the editing and writing Macdonald was scathing: ‘…an article can be long because the writer has a lot to say, or because he doesn’t know how to say it. Almost everything seems long in the NR, even the short pieces’. 

This was for the most part the tone of Macdonald’s piece, and Buckley did not forget it. A few years later (January 1958) the two exchanged notes on the subject, with Buckley wondering out loud when Macdonald was planning to apologize. The first words of Macdonald’s letter in response were ‘You must be nuts’. From there on the insults came thick and fast: ‘APOLOGIZE????!!!! Why you damned whippersnapper, you impertinent pipsqueak, what the hell should I apologize for [?]. I gave your magazine hell, and it deserved it’. It gets worse (or better): ‘Who do you think you are, you wretched solemn little sectarian, a sovereign state? And you used to be fun to argue with’.

Viewers can judge for themselves whether Buckley seems especially, or more than usually, hostile to Macdonald with this history in mind. What is of immediate note is that Buckley did not threaten to punch Macdonald, as he did with Chomsky and Gore Vidal. Given the absence of any shouting, hectoring or insulting in this exchange, it seems to me that what provoked Buckley to invite Macdonald to appear on Firing Line was the tense political atmosphere at the time and not the opportunity to settle scores. Having said that, it seems equally obvious that the whole episode is structured around an interrogation of Macdonald’s views, with the hope of exposing his inconsistencies in front of what I presume was a hostile audience.

Considering Macdonald only gets one YouTube clip, it’s worth pointing out that it would border on tragedy were YouTube the sole custodian of his posterity. Far better are his many essays and letters which are among the brightest objects in my library. My fear is that too many that might come across Macdonald on YouTube will not have that luxury. So while it’s great of the Hoover Institution of all places to upload this video of Macdonald, its educational potential doesn’t come neatly packaged on its own. Like a lot of what appears on places like YouTube, the usefulness of what we watch depends on how we watch (following Neil Postman’s critique of television).

Absent literacy, curiosity and knowledge on the part of the viewer, even well-intentioned online content becomes a mere diversion. God knows without these qualities, how could anyone possibly make sense of a man such as Flighty Dwighty? 

Comments

Anonymous said…
This is an excellent introduction to the fragile virtues of a YouTube education. I would encourage you to write more on the topic (perhaps from an autobiographical perspective).

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