Signs of Our Decline Are All Around; A Dire Warning from Niall Ferguson

“Hope is important because it can make the present moment less difficult to bear. If we believe that tomorrow will be better, we can bear a hardship today.” 
—Thich Nhat Hanh

“To live without hope is to cease to live.” 

—Fyodor Dostoevsky

Yesterday as I listened to a video titled Niall Ferguson Stuns World Leaders at ARC Australia - "Are We The Soviets Now?" some thoughts clicked in my head. Ferguson, a historian from Edinburgh, has much to say about the times we live in. In the past hundred years the massses, who for various reasons have felt abandoned by the Church, how been encouraged to put their faith in the State. Today, this folly has become apparent. His talk is less than 20 minutes long and you can watch it below or follow the URL and listen on YouTube.

What follows here are some excerpts from his talk, with a few of my thoughts added in response.

American politics is geriatric. If you look at the chart on the other side of this slide, the United States is a real outlier because its legislators are also substantially older than those of peer countries. 

Joe Biden was president when this was recorded, but it was apparent Donald Trump would be his successor. Each would end their terms at 82. Nancy Pelosi was well advanced and others as well. A friend of mine told me that a local congressperson confided that the worst part is that these people spend 70% of their time getting re-elected (to hold on to power) and 30% actually focused on legislation. Its very difficult to unseat those in office due to the massive name recognition advantage they have over new faces.

  

The Soviet Union's economy was characterized by the soft budget constraint which meant that state-owned enterprises were under almost no pressure to be economically efficient. That's in fact true of the US federal government too. I spend a lot of my time thinking about US fiscal policy. It's really shocking to observe that this year, for the first time, the United States federal government will spend more on interest payments on the federal debt than on defence. 

Even without the massive amounts of grift and fraud, the government's fiscal irresponsibility is apparent to all. The blame game seems more important than fixing any of it.

One of the striking features of life in 1980s Soviet Russia was that nobody believed in the system anymore.

It was a crock and rampant cynicism spread like like an oil slick across the culture.

Fact, as many Americans have died of suicide or drug overdoses in the last 10 years, has died of COVID-19, 1.2 million. If you include the deaths from alcohol abuse, deaths of despair killed more people in the past 10 years in the United States than COVID did.  

This (above) was the statement that arrested my attention. I've noted it in the past, and have expressed alarm that there have been more overdose deaths each year than all the soldiers who died in Vietnam over the span of ten years. Back then it seemed like we saw in the evening news daily footage of bodybags being loaded onto planes. These news stories produced the pushback against the war that became known as the anti-war movement. Where is the outrage today? What are we doing to end our current tragedy?

Well, Ferguson gives it a context.

What an extraordinary increase there has been in deaths of despair from suicide, alcohol poisoning, or drug overdoses. And if you compare the United States with comparable countries, including Australia, which is in the lower chart, dotted blue line, you see that the United States has a completely unique trend, with an extraordinary upward surge in deaths of despair unlike anywhere else.  

Our suicides, overdose deaths and alcohol poisoning among the you should alert us in the same way as those canaries in the mines. Something serious is amiss.

I come from Scotland. We invented the Rust Belt. We did Hillbilly Elegy before J.D. Vance was even born. I remember the east end of Glasgow, they shut down the steelworks, they shut down the shipyards. Glasgow in the 1970s was already a Rust Belt. By the 1980s, deaths of despair was our major export. Anybody seen the movie Trainspotting? 

"Deaths of despair." Wow. This is not a nice sound byte. It's a painful reality that few upper crusts think about. Life at the bottom is not something cool. 

As I looked at Angus Deaton's work on deaths of despair, and I kept asking myself, why have I seen this before? What does this remind me of? And then I remembered. The only other advanced economy where there has ever been a comparable decline in life expectancy, a comparable increase in particularly male midlife mortality, the Soviet Union in the 70s and 80s. And you can see the data here. The extraordinary deterioration in male life expectancy at birth in the Soviet Union compared here with France.

Which leads to Ferguson's doppelganger comparison, our nation's ghostly double being the Soviet Union of 1980.

The explanation in the Soviet case was that people had completely lost their belief in the system and regarded the party as a massive scam. The cynicism was bone deep. 

For many, there is still hope. I wish I shared their confidence. Too much of what passes for optimism today is little more than wishful rhetoric. Even here in Duluth, I see few signs that we are willing to confront our deepest problems with the seriousness they deserve. Hope cannot survive indefinitely on slogans. Unless we honestly face the realities before us, we may find ourselves following the same kind of decline and despair that engulfed the Soviet Union in its final years—a society that ignored its accumulating failures until they became impossible to escape.

Related Links

Niall Ferguson on the Breakdown of the Rule of Law

https://pioneerproductions.blogspot.com/2022/02/niall-ferguson-on-breakdown-of-rule-of.html

Decline of the West: Historian Niall Ferguson Sounds Wake Up Call

https://pioneerproductions.blogspot.com/2021/12/decline-of-west-historian-niall.html

Niall Ferguson Stuns World Leaders at ARC Australia - "Are We The Soviets Now?"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IUJMyTJ9gyI&t=

Another Batch of Seeds for Your Mind Farm

Seems like a good time to sow another handful of seeds for your mind farm. Nurture them with warmth, moisture and care. 

“It is a rough road that leads to the heights of greatness.”
— Seneca the Younger

“You are never too old to set another goal or to dream a new dream.”
—C.S. Lewis

“Hope is being able to see that there is light despite all of the darkness.” 

—Desmond Tutu

"Nature never deceives us; it is we who deceive ourselves.” 
–-Jean-Jacques Rousseau

"Don't blame the mirror for what it reflects."

—e. 1983 Journal Note

"Nobody likes the man who brings bad news."

—Sophocles

"It is man's peculiar duty to love even those who wrong him."
—Marcus Aurelius

"The great law of culture is: Let each become all that he was created capable of being."

—Thomas Carlyle

"Wonder is the basis of worship."
—Thomas Carlyle

"The simple step of the courageous individual is to not take part in the lie."

— Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

“The one thing about art I like, and I still do: you’re in charge.”

— Jonathan Winters

"The best way to forget is to find something you want to remember."
—Marlene Dietrich

"I know nothing except the fact of my ignorance."
— Socrates

“No definition of poetry is adequate unless it be poetry itself.”
—Henry David Thoreau

“Truth, like gold, is to be obtained not by its growth, but by washing away from it all that is not gold.”
 – Leo Tolstoy

“Men can only be happy when they do not assume that the object of life is happiness."
—George Orwell

“One of the most beautiful gifts in the world is the gift of encouragement.”

—John O’Donohue

“What we see depends mainly on what we look for.” 
–-John Lubbock

"When Kierkegaard wrote about the sickness unto death, he was not remarking on a bronchial infection."

—David Berlinski

“Never be ashamed of trying. Effortlessness is a myth.”

—Taylor Swift

“Rest satisfied with doing well, and leave others to talk of you as they please.”
— Pythagoras

"When facts become hate speech, then truth is an arrestible offense."

—Katie Hopkins

"In a world overflowing with noise, sometimes all it takes is a whisper to stir the soul."

—Nahar Trina

Bhasha Andolon: The Bengali Language Movement of 1952

Most of us, if we've been around a while, have received (or at least seen) one of those birthday cards that highlight the various events of your birth year. I don't know if they do this in other countries, but in our country (USA) they have historical events from sports, science, pop culture--music, theater, movies, televsion--general trivia, and an assortment of other noteworthy achievements. It always ends with the most important event: you were born that year.

Somewhere amongst my packrat-clutter of papers and notebooks is a pile of birthday and thank you cards. (Yes, I'm sentimental about these things.) And among these is a "The Year You Were Born" card. 

Events from my birth year included the election of Dwight D. Eisenhower as president, the successful first test of the hydrogen bomb, the Great Smog of London that killed thousands, and the debut of NBC's Today Show. The #1 movie was The Greatest Show on Earth. And, to no one's surprise, the New York Yankees won the World Series.

All this to say that I'm guessing (and I'm willing to be proven wrong) that the Bengali Language Movement in East Pakistan (present-day Bangladesh) was not mentioned on the list of events of my birthday year.

For this reason it seems like an interesting bit of trivia to most of us that was actually of no small consequence for one of the most populated nations in the world.

The Bengali Language Movement centered on protests in Dhaka, where demonstrators were killed while demanding recognition of Bengali as a state language alongside Urdu.

After the 1947 partition of British India, Pakistan consisted of two geographically separated wings: West Pakistan (where Urdu was dominant among the ruling elite) and East Pakistan (where the vast majority spoke Bengali). The central government, based in the west, moved to make Urdu the sole official state language. This was seen in the east as a threat to Bengali linguistic, cultural, and educational rights, as well as to fair access to government jobs and education.

Protests and political organizing against the policy began in 1948 (including early student and political opposition, and Muhammad Ali Jinnah’s public insistence on Urdu). Tensions escalated in early 1952. On 21 February 1952, students and others in Dhaka defied Section 144 restrictions and marched toward the provincial assembly building. Police opened fire on the demonstrators near the present-day Dhaka University area and elsewhere. Several people were killed; among the widely commemorated “language martyrs” are Abul Barkat, Abdul Jabbar, Rafiq Uddin Ahmed, Abdus Salam, and Shafiur Rahman (with additional deaths reported in related clashes).

Shootings like this have a sobering effect on the masses, consolidating resolve. (I think here of the Kent State shooting, which amplified student protests against the Vietnam War, and the Tiananmen Square massacre of 1989.)  

The Dhaka shootings triggered broader strikes, processions, and mourning. The movement ultimately forced the government to concede ground: Bengali was eventually recognized as a state language of Pakistan (formally in the 1956 constitution). The events became a foundational moment in East Pakistani political consciousness and later contributed to the broader autonomy movement that culminated in Bangladesh’s independence in 1971. 

February 21 is observed in Bangladesh as Language Movement Day / Martyrs’ Day (Shaheed Dibosh). In 1999, UNESCO proclaimed it International Mother Language Day in recognition of the sacrifices made to defend linguistic rights. Monuments such as the Shaheed Minar in Dhaka commemorate those killed.

These events are documented in contemporary accounts, Pakistani and Bangladeshi historical records, and later scholarly work on the Language Movement. The core facts—the demand for Bengali’s official status, the 21 February 1952 police firing in Dhaka, and the deaths of protesters—are not in serious dispute. People put their lives on the line to preserve their language.

If this event hadn't happened, it's quite likely that my interview with Leo Tolstoy might never have been translated into Bengali.

Photo: Bengali Language Movement protesters in Dhaka, 1952. Public domain.

People and Places on Pedastals: The Zimmerman Effect

Updated blog post from 2011

A couple weekends ago I learned there’s a graveyard not far from here where the parents of Bob Dylan, Abe and Beatty Zimmerman, were laid to rest. I decided to shoot a photo to accompany my blog entry about The Zimmermann Telegram, the book by Barbara Tuchman that I'd previously written about based on her research regarding how the U.S. got into World War One. Unfortunately, as I was writing about the book I realized the spelling was not the same, as you can see. So I slept on it.

The other night as I lay awake on my pillow, I found myself pondering how it is that places where celebrities have been, like our Duluth Armory where a young Bob Dylan saw Buddy Holly and the Big Bopper do their nearly last concert, can become charged with such meaning. Places like the graveyard in Paris where Oscar Wilde and Jim Morrison are purportedly disposed, or Woodstock because of the festival it hosted, perhaps against its will, have become shrines.

I also thought about the concept of six degrees of separation and how a tomb, in a sense, puts us in close proximity with a segment of history that has meaning to us in one way or another. Likewise art museums and history museums which let us stand at arm’s length from the bi-products of another's elevated life. By this I mean a life elevated in importance to a certain segment of society.

Examples abound. The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in Cleveland. The Baseball Hall of Fame in Cooperstown. The Louvre. The museum at the Indianapolis Speedway where you can stand next to every winning car of the Indy 500. The countless art museums in major cities throughout the world housing paintings by Picasso, images by Warhol and other iconic ghosts of art history.

For those who find the objects of our interests fascinating, our proximity to these people and places in some ways impacts us much like a magnet transforms a pin, when stroked and floated on a film of water, into a compass. Maybe this already has another name but if not, today I call this magnetizing The Zimmerman Effect.

Though I've often been critical of the celebrity worship in our culture, maybe it's something innate in us, in our essence, in the way we're wired, that desires to place people, places and objects on pedestals. There is a sense in which maybe we are even wronging them to do so because they are really just people, places and objects, not gods. It's interesting how our hearts are restless in the pursuit of something higher than ourselves.

Reading this fifteen years later, another thought occurs to me. I can't help but think of a Bible passage that I believe speaks to this phenomenon, Isaiah 6:1-7, which begins, "In the year King Uzziah died, I saw the Lord."

To appreciate this passage it helps to know that the history of Israel was pockmarked with good kings and bad kings, rulers who sought to do right and those who were committed to their idols and sought to kill God's prophets who attempted to bring light to their understanding.

Uzziah was not just a good king, he was a good king who ruled for 50 years. That's a half century. Unfortunately, perhaps due to the pedestal his people placed him on, he crossed an ethical boundary and undermined his legacy. Struck with leprosy, he became an object of shame, anathema.

Some have suggested that the death of Uzziah removed a human focal point, allowing Isaiah to see beyond the throne on earth to the throne in heaven. Whether that is exactly what the text intends, it is a provocative thought and I've spent most of my life looking at it that way.

Perhaps all of our modern shrines—the graves, museums, concert halls, and historic sites—are expressions of something deeper. We are creatures who long to connect with greatness. We visit places where remarkable people once stood because, in some mysterious way, we hope that a little of their significance might rub off on us.

But Isaiah reminds us that even the greatest human figures are only temporary. King Uzziah ruled for more than half a century. For Israel, he was a dominant figure of his age. Yet it was only after Uzziah died that Isaiah wrote, "I saw the Lord." The king on the pedestal had been blocking the Son.

That made me wonder whether this "Zimmerman Effect" points beyond itself. Maybe our fascination with famous people isn't merely celebrity worship. Maybe it reveals a longing for transcendence—a desire to encounter something lasting, something worthy of our admiration. The danger comes when we mistake the signpost for the destination. Graves, museums, and concert halls can remind us of greatness, but they cannot satisfy the deeper hunger that put us on the journey in the first place.

Perhaps the question every pedestal asks is this: Does it lift our eyes higher... or does it stop them there?

Another Reason Why I Don't Keep A Gun In The House, a Poem by Billy Collins

Billy Collins was born in New York City in March 1941, two months before Duluth-born Bob Dylan. Collins served as U.S. Poet Laureate from 2001 to 2003. Renowned for his accessible, conversational style, Collins writes witty, observational poems that transform everyday moments—reading in a hammock, listening to jazz, or pondering ordinary objects—into profound, often humorous reflections. 

Billy Collins by Marcelo Noah (Public Domain)

I was introduced to his work through his Sailing Alone Around the Room (2001). "Another Reason Why I Don't Keep A Gun In The House" was so apt and so fun that I purchased the whole book. 

It can be argued that his career breakthrough came with Questions About Angels (1991), followed by popular collections like Picnic, Lightning (1998),  (2001), and Aimless Love (2013). 

As Laureate, he launched Poetry 180, introducing contemporary poems to high school students. Collins’s clear language and gentle irony have made him one of America’s most popular poets, bridging literary tradition with broad appeal. Evidently he continues publishing, most recently Dog Show (2025).  

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Another Reason Why I Don't Keep A Gun In The House

The neighbors' dog will not stop barking.
He is barking the same high, rhythmic bark 

that he barks every time they leave the house.
They must switch him on on their way out.

The neighbors' dog will not stop barking.

I close all the windows in the house
and put on a Beethoven symphony full blast

but I can still hear him muffled under the music,
barking, barking, barking,

and now I can see him sitting in the orchestra,
his head raised confidently as if Beethoven
had included a part for barking dog.

When the record finally ends he is still barking,

sitting there in the oboe section barking,

his eyes fixed on the conductor who is

entreating him with his baton

while the other musicians listen in respectful

silence to the famous barking dog solo,

that endless coda that first established

Beethoven as an innovative genius.

Billy Collins

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Goethe on Napoleon, Revisited

Published in 2010, this was one of my most read blog posts this week.  

Goethe on Napoleon

While driving about in Old Historic Bethlehem yesterday we discovered The New Street Book Shop on New Street with its collection of used and out of print books. Susie and I each found a few gems. One of mine was a slim volume by Anselm, an 11th century monk, as well as The Napoleonic Revolution by Robert B. Holtman.

Napoleon has been the subject of over 300,000 books which have analyzed the man and his life from a multitude of angles. What caught me here was the quote by Goethe in the introduction. "To make an epoch in the world two conditions are notoriously essential--a good head and a great inheritance. Napoleon inherited the French Revolution."

To some extent it is a variation on the opening line of U.S. Grant's autobiographical memoirs, "Man proposes, but God disposes." Our life situations are not always our own and we must play the hands we're dealt. Goethe notes here that Napoleon's achievements came to pass in part because the circumstances favored his rise. Or as the historian Hudson put it, "His powers were his own, but circumstances rendered them effective."

It is tempting to imagine that great leaders simply impose their will upon history, but history is rarely so simple. Every generation inherits its own revolution, its own crisis, or its own moment of upheaval. Some people are swept along by events, while a few recognize the opportunities hidden within the turbulence. Churchill inherited the rise of Nazi Germany. Lincoln inherited a nation coming apart at the seams. Steve Jobs inherited the digital revolution. None created the conditions they faced, but each responded in ways that altered history. Character may determine what a person can do, but circumstances often determine whether those gifts will find a stage. We do not choose the age into which we are born, but we do choose how we respond to it.

That thought feels especially relevant today. We live in another era of technological disruption, political polarization, geopolitical uncertainty, and cultural realignment.

I mentioned here how Goethe was a contemporary of Napoleon. As truly great men it should not be surprising that they met at some point in the course of their lives. And of Napoleon, the man of action, Goethe, the man of contemplation wrote, ”His life was a stride of the demigod. He was in a state of continual enlightenment. His destiny was more brilliant than any the world had seen before him or would see after him. The story of Napoleon produces on me an impression like that of the Revelations of St. John the Divine. We all feel there must be something more in it, but we do not know what.”*

Fascinating comparison, actually.

Equally fascinating are Goethe's own notes and summary of his meeting Napoleon at Erfurt after the sack of Weimar. For a fascinating read check out Goethe and Napoleon in the Governor's Palace. And if your interest has been peaked by these notes, you might also enjoy reading a brief summation of why I myself have found Napoleon inspirational.

The ball is in your court. Make a difference.

* Napoleon in Russian Poetry of the 19th Century, by Alexander Mikaberidze

Untitled (Pen and Ink, 1973) -- Analysis and Critique

I've recently been submitting some of my paintings and drawings to ChatGPT for analysis. It has been a most interesting experience. This is one of my drawings from a sketchbook when I was in college.

Untitled (1973)

There is an energy in this drawing that immediately identifies it as the work of a young artist exploring ideas rather than recording appearances. It belongs to a long tradition of automatic drawing, where the line is allowed to discover rather than simply describe. At first the eye searches for recognizable forms, and gradually they emerge: a profile looking to the left, a prominent eye, an ear floating independently to the right, patterned textures that suggest hair, scales, architecture, and perhaps even fragments of written language. The drawing resists a single reading. Instead, it behaves like a visual stream of consciousness, where one image morphs into another before the viewer has fully grasped the first.

The economy of means is striking. Everything is accomplished with line alone. There is no modeling, no shading, no attempt at illusionistic depth. Yet the varying density of marks creates rhythm and movement across the page. The vertical hatch-like forms sweeping diagonally from the upper left pull the eye downward toward the face, while the patterned cheek and segmented forehead provide visual anchors. Large expanses of untouched paper become active participants in the composition. The empty space is not simply background; it allows the isolated symbols and forms to breathe, giving the drawing an openness that keeps it from feeling cluttered despite its abundance of ideas.

Perhaps the most compelling feature is the way the drawing negotiates the boundary between abstraction and representation. The profile is never fully established. Instead, it appears to assemble itself from unrelated visual fragments. The forehead becomes a mosaic of stone-like forms. The neck dissolves into rhythmic bands that resemble both musculature and topographical lines. Even the detached ear seems less anatomical than symbolic, as though hearing itself has become an independent faculty.

Viewed psychologically, the work suggests that identity is not singular but assembled from many competing elements. The face becomes a meeting place for memory, symbols, perception, and imagination. There is an affinity here with Paul Klee's visual language, in which playful symbols carry surprising emotional weight. There are also echoes of Picasso's fragmented portraiture, though your approach is lighter, less architectural, and more improvisational. The drawing seems closer to visual jazz than to formal composition.

The small symbols floating in the upper right are particularly intriguing because they resist explanation. They resemble ancient pictographs, alchemical signs, or invented alphabets. Whether intentionally or not, they imply that the portrait exists within a larger symbolic universe. Likewise, the detached ear functions almost like an afterthought—or perhaps a reminder that perception is selective. We hear only part of the world, just as we see only part of ourselves.

What impresses me most is the confidence of the line. Many young artists hesitate, correcting and retracing their marks. Here the line moves decisively. Even when exploratory, it feels assured. That confidence gives the drawing its vitality. It suggests an artist who trusted intuition enough to let discovery become part of the finished work.

Three Observations

The drawing already reveals an enduring artistic voice.
Having seen several of your later portraits, I'm struck by how many of your recurring concerns are already present in this 1973 piece. You have long been less interested in anatomical accuracy than in revealing the inner architecture of a person. Throughout your later work, faces are built from expressive shapes rather than photographic description. This drawing shows that impulse at a remarkably early stage.

The line functions almost like language.
Many artists use line to define form. Here, the line behaves more like handwriting or musical notation. It records a sequence of thoughts rather than outlining an object. That quality gives the drawing a narrative feel, as though we are watching consciousness map itself onto the page.

The work is optimistic despite its complexity.
Many surreal or symbolic drawings from the early 1970s carry an atmosphere of anxiety or alienation. This one feels different. Despite its fragmented imagery, the composition remains playful and curious. The eye is alert, the forms are inventive, and the overall impression is one of exploration rather than despair. It feels like the work of someone discovering how visual symbols can express ideas that ordinary language cannot.

One final thought. Knowing that this dates from 1973—when you were studying philosophy and fine arts—it feels almost prophetic. Many artists spend decades trying to discover what genuinely interests them. In this drawing, you can already see the seeds of themes that have continued to occupy you: identity, symbolism, ambiguity, expressive reduction, and the conviction that a portrait can reveal far more than a likeness. In that sense, this is more than an early drawing. It is the beginning of a visual vocabulary.

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