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ALSA Forum
Volume 8, Number 3 (1984)
reprinted by permission Legal Studies Forum

George Orwell - A Political Assessment

JOHN J. BONSIGNORE
Department of Legal Studies, 
University of Massachusetts-Amherst

     Writers about Orwell should be filled with fear and
trembling - I feel strongly enough about his immortality
that I don't want him to turn over in his grave on my
account. That uses and misuses of his work will
inevitably proliferate in the year 1984 gives me little
consolation. Whatever the current casualness with which Orwell's
name is invoked, there ought to be no general license to be
careless.1
     Orwell wrote well and always found correlation between
corruption in the use of language and corruption in thought and
politics; words precede, accompany, and follow political regimes,
making the preservation of clear communication a matter of life and
death.2 I can imagine Orwell as a phantom editor blue-pencilling his
w ay across this essay, upset not only about what I say but how I
say it.
     Most readers of Orwell are struck by his unusual honesty,
finding him virtuous or possessing a "crystal spirit.""3 Many feel
about Orwell the way Orwell felt about an Italian militiaman of no
distinctive status who was simply risking his life for freedom in the
Spanish Civil War:

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But the thing that I saw in your face
No power can disinherit.
No bomb that ever burst
Shatters the crystal spirit. (CEII, 267)
In an age like ours, words like virtuous stick in our throat and
crystal spirits are spoiled by nihilism or cynicism. To write about
people of virtue and spirit borders on both audacity and
quaintness. Fortunately, Orwell would be the first to take himself
down from an exalted position and invite a merciless critique of his
work. He always put the quest for truth before polite deference,
and his personal search across a variety of life-styles and political
ideologies make his writing more and more contemporary.
     In 1939, Orwell wrote an essay on Charles Dickens (CE I.
413) to orient Dickens "socially, morally and politically," a task not
unlike the one undertaken here. Like Orwell, Dickens has had
readers of various political persuasions and each group selectivelyl
perceives what Dickens "meant." Conservative school techers could
embrace Dickens as a treasury of the best of English life--colorful
characters , puddings, steaming roasts with potatoes underneath,
hot toddies, and warming pans. Meanwhile, Marxists found in
Dickens a running critique of law, government, education and
business, that led back to the corrupting effects of class privilege
ind private property.
     Orwell considered Dickens a radical, but not in the sense that
Marxists use the term. For Dickens, social problems come down to
a failure of human character, a lack of decency, too much
selfishness, or a tyrannical disposition that needed transforming.
Marxists say that there can be no reformation of character or
change of heart without a change of structure. Orwell acknowledged
this point, but found that Dickens had hit upon vital ingredients
missed by Marxists: "What is the use of changing the system before
you have improved human nature?" (CE I, 428) Orwell thought it
unfortunate that "the moralist and the revolutionary are constantly
undermining one another" (CE I, 428). For all of their explosion of
moral imperatives, the Marxists had failed to solve the central
problem of political order -- "how to prevent power from being
abused" (CE I, 428). To reckon with the corrupting effects of
power, Marxists would have to come to terms with the personal and
return to what is central in Dickens.
     This longish digression into Orwell's essay on Dickens
provides a way into assessing Orwell's own work, socially, morally
and politically. His writings show the constant, reciprocal
relationship between person and system; between character and
structure; his earlier work being predominately about the
preservation of core personal value in settings not conducive to
their sustenance, his later works centering more and more on
structural change and political ideologies. While this rough division
:of his writing breaks down at every turn, it can help mark the
increasing maturity and complexity of his work over the course of
:his life.

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     In "Such, Such Were the Joys" (CE IV, 330), Orwell tells of
his family background and his early education, when as the son of a
civil servant, he went on scholarship to a preparatory school. It
was at St. Cyprians that Orwell first encountered the stratified
society of England. Constantly shifting rules made it impossible for
any other than the rich or well-born to succeed. At too tender an
age he learned lessons from which we would want to spare our
children:
Virtue consisted in winning; it consisted in being
bigger, stronger, handsomer, richer, more popular,
more elegant, more unscrupulous than other people -- in
dominating them, bullying them, making them suffer pain,
making them look foolish, getting the better of them in
every way. Life was hierarchical and whatever happened
was right. There were the strong, who deserved to win
and always did win, and there were the weak who
deserved to lose and always did lose, everlastingly (CE
IV, 359).
One might think that as a very bright child, Orwell might win at
intellectual games, but just when he might gain such victories, the
rules were shifted to the economic-social plane where contempt for
"braininess," poverty and physical weakness applied, leaving Orwell
the perpetual loser in a game that was rigged.
     This story anthologizes injustices in all its forms, from
arbitrary rule making and enforcement, to systems shot through
with bias and unearned privileges. Orwell was being schooled into
his place in the stratified English order: "I had no money, I was
weak. I was ugly, I was unpopular, I had a chronic cough, I was
cowardly, I smelt," (CE IV, 361) but he was also learning about
the economic-social-political forces arrayed against all
disadvantaged people everywhere.
     That he survived at all in a place designed to kill him off
attests to his own resilience, and to the indomitability of the human
spirit. Given ample reasons to hate himself, Orwell instead began
to build a resistance to authority on a firm if ironical base. He
could despise himself but he need not dislike himself! He began to
listen to his feelings: "at the middle of one's heart, there seemed
to stand an incorruptible inner self who knew that whatever one did!
-- whether one laughed, or snivelled, or went into frenzies of
gratitude for small favors -- the only true feeling was hatred" (CE
IV, 351).
     If as a schoolboy he could see no further way out for the
weak in a world governed by the strong, he could later in his life
see an imperative for all disadvantaged people: "break the rules or
perish . . . the weak have the right to make a different set
rules for themselves" (CE IV, 362).
     His essay on St. Cyprians tells us as much about what holds
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by constant rebellion. Orwell and his family were captivated by the
promise of success that comes from passing examinations and
attending a good university. For people from a background with
restricted life chances, it was either putting up with a school like
St. Cyprians or becoming "a little office boy at 40 pounds a year"
(CE IV, 356). Likewise, the school needed Orwell, though never
admitting so, to maintain some academic credibility, even if in the
end intellectual values were subordinated to the quest of rank,
wealth and power.
     After winning a scholarship to Eton, Orwell resolved to "slack
off" and "cram no longer," a resolution so fully implemented that he
says, "from the age of thirteen to twenty-two or three I hardly
ever did a stroke of avoidable work" (CE IV, 363).
     The education of Orwell, for all his hatred of it, left permanent
effects. While he never could accept the snobbery and unwarranted
advantages of the upper classes or the slavish adoration of upper
class values by the middle class from which he came, he
nevertheless often spoke, felt and acted like the person he had
been trained to become. He could resist his social position as an
upwardly mobile member of the middle class, but his family origins,
his education and the associations accompanying them would stay
with him all his life and impose subtle parameters on how wild his
political thinking could be. Also significant was the fact that Orwell
never seriously tried to alter who he was. His overall life plan was
an extension of the strategy he adopted to cope with St. Cyprians:
accept personal givens and operate from there. Radical
reconstruction of the psyche as a prelude to politics was never part
of Orwell's makeup.
     Orwell's ensuing career as a police officer in imperial Burma
resulted in a brilliant story-essay "Shooting an Elephant" (CE I,
235) and a novel, Burmese Days (1934), both of which show the
working of empire and imperialism. In Burma, Orwell learned
another painful lesson: it is utterly impossible to be a good person
while working to uphold a bad regime. What is integral to self must
yield to service to country, one's job, and by ironic turn, the
sometimes impossible demands of the oppressed people themselves.
     In "Shooting," Orwell has been called out to investigate an
elephant on a rampage. When he catches up with the animal, he
finds it calmed down and eating grass with a "grandmotherly air."
He immediately knows that he should not harm it, but he has an
,elephant gun and a crowd of 2,000 Burmese expect him to take
decisive action. The British empire requires the shooting since the
white man cannot lose face in a setting that calls for domination.
The Burmese also require the killing, to get meat, make a fool of
the British for senselessly killing a now harmless and valuable
animal, or because they too have been conditioned to expect certain
acts of police officers.
     The big loser in the event is Orwell himself. He cannot act
upon his hatred of empire and his unenviable place on it -- "I had
already made up my mind that imperialism was an evil thing and the
sooner I chucked up my job and got out of it the better.
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Burmese and all against their oppressors, the British." Nor can he
act on his political affinity for the Burmese -- "All I knew was that
I was stuck between my hatred of the empire I served and my rage
against the evil-spirited little beasts who tried to make my job
impossible. With one part of my mind I thought of the British raj as
an unbreakable tyranny clamped down upon the will of a prostrate
people, with another part I thought the greatest joy in the world
would be to drive a bayonet into a Buddhist priest's guts" (CE I,
236).
     Systems persist because they ultimately do not depend upon
fully-willing participants. Orwell's personal preferences yielded to
his professional role, the needs of empire and the pressures of the
Burmese. Students who read Orwell's story blame the killing of the
elephant on defects in Orwell's character. They think that if they
were in his place, they would have simply walked away from the
crowd of 2,000 people, following their internal judgments and
competently doing their job. Orwell was not so naive. He was
willing to face the harsh fact that person and role can be
irreconcilable.
     Burmese Days shows the day to day life of empire rather than
a dramatic episode. Flory, a young timber buyer, resolves to avoid
the superficial life led by most colonials -- hanging around the
European club, drinking too much, and thumbing through old
magazines from England. He befriends a Burmese intellectual and
goes as native as the context allows. His life is complicated by a
largely unrequited romance with a pretty, but quite vacuous,
daughter of another Britisher. A combination of his love affair and
Burmese intrigue push him back toward British values which he
embraces/ despises. Flory loses his love to a handsome, classy but
impoverished, equally vacuous cavalry officer. He abandons his
Burmese friend, showing weakness when he most needed strength.
Lost in his romantic failure and ethical conflicts, he commits suicide
(Flory is the only character of Orwell's stories and novels who
does not pick up the pieces and struggle on).
     In real life, Orwell made a different exit. Some grim findings
were beginning to pile up for him. At school he was unable to be
himself because of adult constraint. As a policemen he could not
act on his beliefs, because beliefs within empire are inevitably
contradictory and provide no solid starting place for moral action.
Is there wonder why upon his return from Burma, he would try to
drop out, leave England and sever all connection with systems of
power and privilege? Off the wheel of English action he might find
a virtuous life. 
     Three major works, Down and Out in Paris and London (1933),
A Clergyman's Daughter (1935) and Keep the Aspidistra Flying
(1936) record Orwell's wanderings and experimentation with what
we would call "alternative life styles." Down and Out documents
poverty in France and England. Poverty, Orwell learns, is not the
simple life distant observers think  it to be. For the poor, the
simplest decision -- what to eat, how to pay for a place to live,
what to wear, and how to get around -- involve endless
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be returned to get the deposit back? This will produce a little
money for food, but then there will be nothing to heat the food or
give some light. If clothing is pawned, how can one look
presentable enough to get work, even the lowest kind?
     Orwell, after becoming nearly destitute, landed a job as a
plongeur, or dishwasher. Plongeurs live at the margins of the
world of work: long hours, low pay, drinking as much as wages
permit, and living asexually with no real prospects of ever
marrying or establishing a family. Being poor may offer a rough
equality and escape from exploitative roles, but in the end it simply
means becoming debilitated, demoralized, and numb. A vow of
poverty may be politically correct, but suicidal.
     In Keep the Apidistra Flying, Orwell raises the question of
whether an artist can avoid selling out to bourgeois employment.
Gordon Comstock, the hero, wants to use poverty to keep his heart
pure and enhance his creativity as a writer. He initially refuses to
become a poet for enterprise -- the New Albion Publishing
Co. -- an ad agency that "creates" jingles like "Q.T." "Sauce
keeps hubby happy," preferring to take non-jobs, be his own
person, and write poetry on the side.
     The postulates of poverty resurface, and instead of being
freed from the tyranny of money and materialism, Comstock becomes
preoccupied with making ends meet. Creativity dries up instead of
flourishing and life becomes a dreary round of getting fed, keeping
warm, paying rent, and scraping up enough for a very occasional
date. Having already reached the limits of his experiment, Comstock
s really waiting for something that will "force" him to take
conventional work. A Miss Waterloo, whom he has been seeing
occasionally, becomes pregnant and duty requires working at his
old job -- writing copy for the Queen of Sheba Toilet Requisites
Company.
     Down and Out and Aspidistra add more painful items to
Orwell's growing list of what cannot be done in life. Personal
virtue turns out to be a luxury like a fancy car. Only the rich can
afford to be gracious, aesthetically alert and politically sensitive.
Only the wealthy who have plenty of money and the discretion it
brings can renounce the importance of money. People from the
middle class must pick their poison: sell their souls for a little
money, a family, a flat and an aspidistra plant; or, become
downwardly mobile to the cold filth at the edge of the economic
order. The rebellion of the artist is one against the world, and the
world wins:
(Comstock) was coming back to the fold, a repentant.
He seemed to be walking faster than usual. There was 
a peculiar sensation, an actual physical sensation, 
in his heart, his limbs, all over him. What was it? 
Shame, misery, despair? Rage at being back in the 
clutch of money? Boredom when he thought of the 
deadly future? He dragged the sensation forth, faced it, 
examined it. It was relief (KAF, 237).
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A Clergyman's Daughter is written in the same vein. Dorothy
Hare, the heroine, came from the same background as Orwell
himself, the daughter of an impoverished, but class-conscious
Anglican clergyman. Her life in a small village entailed a mixture of
tension over money and endless rounds of church work -- running
fund raisers, directing children's plays and keeping up the morale
of parishioners who seemed to be forever drifting away from her
father's church.
     After a local scandal, in which she is wrongfully accused of
having an affair, she is stricken with amnesia and regains
consciousness among the down and out of London. The warmth and
kindnesses of lower class life are appealing, but she finds herself
with the wrong accent, and too much affinity for cleanliness and
good order to be completely at home with migrant hop pickers and
gypsies. She extricates herself from lower class life as soon as
she is physically and mentally able. Like Orwell's other
characters, she moves through the cycle of conflict, change (this
time involuntary), failure, and reentry into her former community.
She emerges with an enlarged consciousness, but the same old life
chances. When Dorothy comes home, she does the same things she
did before her departure; and, her travels have neither produced
new demands for a meaningful life nor an abiding nihilism. She
simply adopts a "be here now" resolution, as she resumes making
costumes for a children's play.
     Were it not for two themes, A Clergyman's Daughter should go
unread. During her recovery from being down and out, Dorothy
takes a job as a teacher at a private school and we get some
glimpse of Orwell's idea of educational reform. Dorothy's
predecessor, a drunken disciplinarian, bequeaths to her a class
that is totally jaded and demoralized. Dorothy rebuilds trust and
makes the curriculum come alive by shifting the pedagogy from
books and brute memory drills to "multimedia" projects. The
uptake is enthusiastic: the children love Dorothy and Dorothy loves
her work.
     Enter contextual constraint. The parents want more of the
3-R's, and the headmistress becomes fearful that parental upset
might affect fees. She tells Dorothy to reinstate the old regime or
leave. Only one step away from abject poverty, Dorothy chooses
job security and undoes the progressive changes she has made. The
classroom quickly reverts to the typical English torture chamber
where teachers and students are both on the rack.
     A second noteworthy dimension concerns Orwell's attitude
toward women. In this work and in all others, Orwell draws
uniformly unflattering pictures of women -- who they are, what
their potential as agents of change might be, how they relate to
one another, and to men, and so on. Dropping back for a moment to
Burmese Days, it will be remembered that the love of Flory's life
was a pretty nothing. In Aspidistra, Miss Waterloo, while much
brighter, epitomizes the straight life that sucks the lifeblood from
the male artist (it is her pregnancy that officially ends Comstock's
rebellion).
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spinster, bloodlessly going about her religious duties.  Even her
eye-opening transformation was the involuntary result of amnesia,
and her return home engineered by men. Orwell's own descriptions
of the women reveal a consistent chauvinism:

About Dorothy:
She could never marry. She had decided long ago upon that. 
When she was a child she had known it. Nothing could 
overcome her horror of all that -- at the very thought of it 
something within her seemed to shrink and freeze. And 
of course, in a sense she did not want to overcome it. 
For like all abnormal people, she was not fully
aware that she was abnormal (CD, 93).
About Dorothy's fellow parishioner, Miss Foote:
A tall rabbit-faced dithering virgin of thirty-five, who
meant well but made a mess of everything and was in a
perpetual state of flurry (CD, 85)
About Dorothy's headmistress and landlady:
.....she had no pleasures whatever. She never did any
of the things that ordinary people do to amuse
themselves . . . Social life meant absolutely nothing to
her. She had no friends, was probably incapable of
imagining such a thing as a friendship and hardly ever
exchanged a word with a fellow being except on business
(CD, 235).
About Miss Beaver, Dorothy's teacher friend:
Miss Beaver was a prim little woman with a round body,
a thin face, a reddish nose and the gait of a guinea hen
. .. Miss Beaver in truth was a dull little woman ... Her
soul seemed to have withered until it was as forlorn as a
dried-up cake of soap in a forgotten soap dish (CD,
279, 280).
About the greengrocer's wife:
"dried up, shrewish" (CD, 250)
The above fairly represents Orwell's portrayal of women not only
In this work, but also across all his other works.4 If male
characters are harshly drawn and do not stage effective rebellions,
the women are a cut worse -- congenitally - mindlessly endorsing
the most debilitating requirements of system.
     Coming Up for Air (1939) completes the pre-World War II cycle
of rebellion novels. The central character, George Bowling, is a
middle-aged man who sits more squarely with the middle class than
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rebellion, he is wrenched back to family, kids, a house in the
suburbs and his job at Salamander Insurance that pays enough but
no where near too much. Orwell can ask questions about the middle
class as a whole through this more mainstream character. What
keeps the middle class loyal to a system where disproportionate
returns go to those above them? Will the middle class resist the
movement toward fascism that has already overtaken continents
Europe?
     When Bowling stops to examine his life, he finds he has been
robbed. The combination of his own physical deterioration (he is
overweight and just been fitted for false teeth); a nagging wife
who says little more than "but George you don't seem to realise!
We've simply got no money at all! It's very serious!"; two
boisterous children who give him no peace; his middle management
job at Salamander; and a non-descript suburban tract house that
can be "bought" but never owned outright, takes him to the brink.
     At the brink, he sees the new god that the middle class has
come to worship:
a queer sort of god. Among other things ... bisexual.
The top half would be a managing director and the
bottom half would be a wife in the family way. In one
hand it would carry an enormous key -- the key to the
workhouse ... and in the other . . . a cornucopia out
of which would be pouring portable radios, life-
insurance policies, false teeth, aspirins, French letters,
and concrete garden rollers (CUA, 13).
Bowling's rebellion is premised on nostalgia. He wants to return
his boyhood before World War I, when as the son of a small grain
dealer, he lived in a bucolic village. His brief getaway takes him
back to his birthplace which he finds virtually buried by land
development and industrialization. He can scarcely find his way
around an area he once knew intimately.
     He begins to speculate about the deterioration of life in his
home town, and sees that it matches the changes in his own life
and across all of England. In material terms he and his
contemporaries are better off -- comfort, health, longer lives,
bathrooms -- but spiritually there has been a decline. For his
parents, material hardship was endurable:
It's easy enough to die when the things you care about
are going to survive. You've had your life, you're
getting tired, it's time to go underground -- that's how
people used to see it. Individually they were finished,
but their way of life would continue, their good and evil
would remain good and evil. They didn't feel the ground
they stood on shifting under their feet (CUA, 126).
George and Hilda Bowling have no such base. World War I wrecked
village life, petty shopkeeping, local trades and small farming. The
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middle class do about it? Nothing. For the Bowlings, there is no
political course which does not further destroy what little they
have. There is Hitler on the right and Stalin on the left. George
rejects a left speaker's call to arms against Hitler:
A rather mean little man with a white face and a bald
head, standing on a platform, shouting out slogans.
What is he doing? Quite deliberately . . . he's stirring
up hatred. Doing his damnedest to make you hate
certain foreigners called Fascists ... But what did he do
before Hitler came along? And what'll he do if Hitler
ever disappears? (CUA, 171, 172)
Bowling expects a new round of patriotism, military buildup and
war against Hitler, but where will that leave people like him?
We're jumping straight into (war) like a rabbit diving
down a boa constrictor's throat.
And what'll happen to chaps like me when we get
Fascism in England? In truth it probably won't make the
slightest difference . . . the ordinary middling chaps
like me will be carrying on as usual (CUA, 177).
The least destructive ideology open to Bowling in face of capitalism,
marxism and fascism appears to be pacifism! He says to a hot-
blooded young man who wants to fight Hitler: "I went off the boil
in 1916 . . . and so'll you when you know what a trench smells
like" (CUA, 178).
     Across all of these essays and novels there is the same grim
prophecy: the weak do not seem to be about to inherit the earth.
Institutions, whether they are as large as an empire or as small as
a classroom or the nuclear family are so saturated with the
dominant ethos of wealth.- privilege and power that even "apolitical"
people find themselves immersed in politics. Many of the people who
appear in these writings are simply trying to mind their own
business - going to school, being a policeman, washing dishes,
writing poetry, teaching school, or taking a job and raising a
family. Things are out of the individual's hands, but nothing can
be done about it.
     Rebellions, long or short-lived, end in capitulation to the
system, even though the unbearable constraints of systems produce
the rebellion in the first place. Whether dropping in or dropping
Dut, the same inexorable rules govern life in general that Orwell
Jistilled from his experiences at Crossgates:
Life was hierarchical and whatever happened was right.
There were those who deserved to win and always did
and there were the weak who deserved to lose and
always did, everlastingly (CE IV, 359).
     Orwell had found through painful trial and error that politics
a literally everywhere, even for those who want to keep free from

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politics. From the mid-1930's onward, Orwell turned more and more
toward the study of social movements and alternative political
ideologies to capitalism. He took this turn reluctantly:
I am a writer. The impulse of every writer is to keep
out of politics. What he wants is to be left alone so that
he can go on writing books in peace. But unfortunately
it is becoming obvious that this ideal is no more
practicable than that of a petty shopkeeper who hopes to
preserve his independence in the teeth of the
chainstores (CE 1, 336).
World War I, the Depression, the Spanish Civil War and the
impending war against Germany had put Orwell in an age of forced
choices -- socialism or fascism, pacifism or patriotism, anarchism or
marxism? Escape had become impossible.

II.

     Orwell's intensifying concern with political questions begins
with the Road to Wigan Pier (1937), a work commissioned by the
Left Book Club on the unemployed in northern England. Wigan
Pier is about the employed and unemployed poor, the difficulties of
middle class people in making genuine relationships with the
working class, and the failure of socialism to attract either the
working class or the middle class, the two groups who seemed to
stand to gain most from the elimination of the highly stratified
English order. When he submitted the work for publication, the
editors for the book club were so surprised and disappointed by
Orwell's commentaries that they felt impelled to write a long preface
disclaiming any connection between the views of Orwell and those of
the club, concrete evidence of the split between Orwell and the
regular English left which would persist until his death.
     Orwell seemed to have a knack for saying things that people
did not want to hear, or to use his own words, "facing unpleasant
facts."5 On the lives and times of the poor, Orwell found still
another replay of what he had learned earlier when he himself was
down and out. Life at the margins imposed by the dole or low
wages was the result of a repressive economic order, but most poor
people were too worn out to be politically active, let alone to lead
the world toward a socialist millenium. At most, Orwell could
disabuse right-wing readers of the idea that the best things in life
are free, that people would rather be on welfare than work, or that
coal miners make fabulous money.
     Orwell's middle class origins made satisfactory human
relationships with workers enormously difficult. He was attracted
to them and their families, but also felt he had a substratum of
revulsion based principally on hygiene. What he liked was the fact
that lower class people lived "without the deadly weight of family
prestige hanging around their necks". (RWP, 115). Feeling no need
to constantly impress others or stay one up in competitive
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express their feelings more freely. He observed, "In a working
class home . . . You breathe a warm, decent, deeply human
atmosphere . - . (homelife) seems to fall more naturally into a sane
and comely shape" (RWP, 117).
     Yet Orwell could not totally overcome what he had been taught
-- the lower class smells. Some class prejudices can be overcome
but others persist despite good faith efforts to change them:
Race hatred, religious hatred, differences in education,
of temperament, of intellect, even differences of moral
code can be got over, but physical repulsion cannot
. . . you cannot have affection for a man whose breath
stinks -habitually stinks (RWP, 128).
As an intellectual matter, Orwell knew that cleanliness is closer to
money than godliness, but he not so subtly held the poor
responsible for being vile. He surrendered to his upbringing as
true feelings that could not be altered.
     The lack of appeal of socialism grows out of these interclass
antagonisms. Workers judge socialism by the people who are
socialists and not by the socialist agenda. Socialists can idealize the
working class, say that more property and power should be in
workers' hands, and prophesy that the future is theirs, but
socialism nevertheless does not appeal. Workers in 1936 England saw
socialists as well educated people who spoke with accents, wore
sandals, and babbled about dialectical materialism. This perception
was not altogether different from the way that American hardhats
responded to hippies in the 1960's. They believed that hippie
politics was highly discretionary and insincere -- "Scratch a hippie
and you find an M.G."
     The English middle-class was economically on virtually equal
terms with the working class, but rejected socialism for status
reasons. English stratification was premised not only upon money,
but also upon "a shadowy caste system" which gave the middle
class something to lose were society to become more egalitarian.
Sometimes the class differences were ridiculously chimerical, but
nevertheless real:
Theoretically you (a middle class person) knew how to
wear your clothes and how to order a dinner, although
in practice you could never afford to go to a decent
tailor or a decent restaurant (RWP, 123).
When socialists eulogized the working class they further irritated an
already touchy middle class. Orwell used himself as an example:
(H)ere I am with my middle class origins and my income
of about three pounds a week from all sources. For what
I am worth it would be better to get me in on the
socialist side than turn me into a fascist. But if you are
constantly bullying me about my 'bourgeois ideology,' if
you give me to understand that in some subtle way I am
an inferior person because I have never worked with my
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hands you will only succeed in antagonizing me. For you
are telling me either I am inherently useless or that I
ought to alter myself in some way that is beyond my
power (RWP, 229).
But Orwell went beyond this confession and took class antagonisms
to the left intelligentsia itself, a move that must have enraged those
who prefer to judge rather than be judged.
We all rail against class distinctions, but very few
people seriously want to abolish them. Here you come
upon the important fact that every revolutionary opinion
draws part of its strength from a secret conviction that
nothing can be changed (RWP, 157, 158).
According to Orwell, the intelligentsia expected to have its cake
and eat it too. Class privileges are to be enjoyed while the
conscience is eased by saying that life based on such privileges
must cease -- not now, but someday in the distant future.
     Orwell believed that unless socialism could be made more
appealing, fascism would be inevitable. Socialists needed to find
common ground across class lines by focusing on economic problems
while keeping quiet about status differences. He believed that
people from the working and middle classes face many of the same
tyrannies and oppressions:
All people with small insecure incomes are in the same
boat and ought to be fighting on the same side ... the
people who have got to act together are all those who
cringe to the boss and . . . shudder when they think
of the rent (RWP, 227, 228).
In addition, socialism needed different exemplars drawn from the
working class. Anti-bourgeois rhetoric had to be eliminated, as
doing more harm that good. Status distinctions would eventually
have to be eliminated, but not as a first step.
     Orwell's strategy for socialism looks about as frail as the one
already in place. The ability to separate and sequence the issues of
economy and social ranking seems impossible, since no question of
economy can be broached without simultaneously raising questions
of power and privilege maintained through heirarchy; the status
network and the economic network are intertwined as Orwell himself
acknowledges. His strategy might attract more middle class support,
but it could hardly be called an overall solution.
     Just after finishing Wigan Pier, Orwell went off to fight in the
Spanish Civil War against Franco, an experience that would widen
his split with the English left, acquaint him first hand with the
differences between anarchism and the marxism of the time, and
deepen his fears about the growing threat of fascism.
     Almost by accident Orwell joined an anarchist brigade drawn
principally from Barcelona. In Barcelona, workers activated by
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and the economy. They had occupied buildings, destroyed
churches, and collectivized all enterprises that ranged in size and
importance from communications through local barber shops. Even
boot blacks had painted their shoe boxes with the red and black of
the revolution, In addition, the government was run by Councils
operating non-hierarchically. The material and political worlds had
been coverted to become of by and for the people, one of the few
moments in history when this has occurred.
      The anarchists had also made serious efforts to eliminate
status differences that had always been reinforced through
language and hierarchical organization. Orwell reports, that
"Nobody said 'Senor' or 'Don' or even 'Usted:' everyone called
everyone else 'Comrade' and 'Thou,' and said 'Salud' instead of
'Buenos dias.' Waiters and shopkeepers looked you in the face and
treated you as an equal" (HC, 5).
     Orwell was most skeptical about serving in an anarchist
brigade and whether an anarchist army could be an effective
fighting force. Trained in the tradition of the British army, he
believed order, obedience, and chains of command were
indispensible, and anticipated either a degeneration into chaos, or
the emergence of hierarchy. Neither occurred, and yet the
anarchists held up their end in the battles against Franco. Orwell
documented the workings of an anarchist army in some detail:
The essential point of the system was the social equality
between officers and men. Everyone from general to
private drew the same pay, ate the same food, wore the
same clothes, and mingled on terms of complete equality
. . . It was understood that orders had to be obeyed,
but it was also understood that when you gave an
order, you gave it as comrade to comrade and not as
superior to inferior.-- There were officers and NCO's but
there was no military rank in the ordinary sense; no
titles, no badges, no heel-clicking and saluting. They
had attempted to produce within the militias a sort of
temporary working model of the classless society. Of
course there was not perfect equality, but there was a
nearer approach to it than I have ever seen or than I
would have thought conceivable in time of war (HC, 27).
Thus anarchism had its own discipline and was not unruly in every
sense. Orwell observed that the anarchists depended on "political
consciousness -- on the understanding of why orders must be
obeyed; it takes time to diffuse this but it also takes time to drill a
man into an automaton" (HC, 28). In a long fight revolutionary zeal
could be more important to morale than the fear of superiors. At
least this is what Orwell, at first the sceptic, came to believe.
     The Spanish Civil War thus had a number of levels of conflict.
At one level there was the fight against Franco, the Catholic
Church, large landowners and business. But within the civil war
there was a revolution, if that does not sound too implausibly like a
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anarchists were together in supporting the government against the
fascists and Franco, but they were deeply divided over the
direction and timing of the workers' revolution. The anarchists
wanted to implement their vision of direct worker control
immediately and the communists had a different vision that they
said could not be implemented until the war against Franco had
been won. Finally power settled everything and the government
acting upon communist pressure jailed anarchists as enemies of the
people.
     At the center of the anarchist philosphy was the immediate
demand for direct control by the people of everything that affected
their lives -- government, economy, and even the army. To the
anarchists, the communists were nothing more than practitioners of
"centralized authoritarianism" which could not be distinguished
from other regimes in Spanish history. The communists argued that
a worker revolution might come in the long run, but that for the
moment a broadly based coalition, with less political purity, had to
be formed to save the government from Franco.
     Orwell's impulse to write Homage to Catalonia came from his
desire to set the historical record straight about the Spanish
anarchists and the role of pro-Stalinist marxists in repressing the
worker-peasant revolution that had occurred in Catalonia. The
communists had launched a world wide propaganda campaign that
had been uncritically accepted as reality in England and elsewhere.
      Apart from the deep disappointment over the fight between the
anarchists and marxists over the conduct of the war and the
ultimate repression of the anarchists, Spain was good for Orwell's
soul. The Spanish anarchists had confronted the problems of
socialism that Orwell had seen in Wigan Pier; economy and social
stratification could be simultaneously addressed, even while fighting
a war. He says, "There was much in it that I did not understand,
in some ways I did not even like it, but I recognized it immediately
as a state of affairs worth fighting for" (HC, 5). This is coming
from Orwell, one of the more abiding pessimists of all time
regarding the prospects for change toward freedom and equality.
When he later used the phrase "true Socialism" he probably meant
what the anarchists had in Catalonia.

III.

     When Orwell returned to England in the late 1930's, he could
find no ready-made political position that appealed to him. On the
left there were the pro-Stalinist marxists whom Orwell regarded as
totally untrustworthy, especially with power. On the right there
was the English imperial establishment -- exploiters who accepted
"poverty, famine, war and disease as part of the natural
order."6  Totalitarianism on the left and right, Hitler and
continental fascists were still further to the right, having
repressed all freedom of speech and individual liberty. To fight
this fascism meant saving the English version of fascism - capitalist
enterprise and empire.7 The unpromising political possibilities led
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impending war beween England and Germany: there was nothing in
it for ordinary people.
     Orwell's journals and published writing are filled with a
steady villification of the English left. Their schooling made them
permanently adolescent and their life cycles were totally predictable
-- public school, university, a few trips abroad, and then London.
As a result they had no real experience of work, war, suffering or
death. Yet they presumed themselves superior and ready to assume
direction of the country.  Secure in liberal England, they could
casually endorse left totalitarianism without knowing concretely what
such a regime might really be like. Having rejected religion, they
had found a new orthodoxy in marxism and had suspended all
thinking. They became Russophiles and danced political pirouettes
to keep up with shifts in Russian foreign policy.8
     The English right was no better. As Hitler came to power,
conservatives were not so appalled as one might assume from the
fact that England later went to war against Germany under the
leadership of the tory Winston Churchill. Hitler had made a deal
with', German industrialists that gave capitalism a new if perverse
life -- you make our war machine and we will let you own and
manage. enterprise and make profits. We'll throw in a crack-down
on leftists who threaten your power Powerful people in England
went to war with Germany reluctantly.9
Orwell saw ultimate disaster for England whether it won the
war or not:
Every increase in the strength of the military machine
means more power for the forces of reaction . . .
'defense of democracy' leads directly away from
democracy even in the narrow Nineteenth Century sense
of political liberty, independence of trade unions, and
freedom of speech and the press (CE 1, 405).
War meant augmenting the "fascising process" from which there
would be no easy return.
     During the last years before the war, Orwell tried briefly to
find a third way,10 -- a new politics that might be anti-war and
anti-fascist, that would be "against the Left as well as the Right"
(CEI, 386). He was not optimistic about being able to carry such a
move off, but nevertheless believed in its urgency to the point of
wanting to gather materials for an underground press. He says:
Nothing is likely to save us except the emergence within
the next two years of a real mass party whose first
pledges are to refuse war and right imperial injustice.
But if any such party exists at present it is only a
possibility, in a few tiny germs lying here and there in
unwatered soil (CE I, 398).
     Eventually politics in England came down to a simple question
whose answer was dictated by nationality and patriotism rather than
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(CE I, 530)? Orwell went forward as an Englishman standing
against Hitler, knowing better, but unequivocally choosing among
evils.
     During the early years of the war when the defeat of England
appeared to be imminent, Orwell saw a last hope for more
egalitarianism and freedom. If in Spain there had been a revolution
within a war, why could there not be the same in England? After
all, the lower and middle classes were doing the fighting and
making the sacrifices necessary for the war effort. Might they not
exact a return, a leveling out of the highly stratified English
order? Patriotism finally undid this hope. The war effort made
internal rebellion unthinkable, and although enterprise and empire
were permanently weakened by the war, the weakness was not
attributable to class antagonism and produced no dramatic gains in
equality or liberty.11
     World War II did create a revolution, but not the type that
might have been anticipated by commentators less astute than
Orwell. The war augmented in historically unprecedented ways the
power and penetration of the state. Propaganda was used by all
sides to manage news -- to stage air raids when there were actually
none, to minimize losses when they were heavy, and to report
whatever else was needed to keep up morale. Orwell could
understand the exigency and participated in a corner of the
propagandizing work of the BBC, but he could also see the long
run pernicious effects of useful lies:
It is quite easy to imagine a state in which the ruling
caste deceives their followers without deceiving
themselves. Dare anyone be sure that something of this
kind is not coming into existence already? One only had
to think of the sinister possibilities of radio, state-
controlled education and so forth, to realize that 'the
truth is great and will prevail' is a prayer rather than
an axiom (CE I, 376).
     Radio meant that the state could make direct, immediate and
daily contact with the consciousness of people. Orwell was unsure
that human nature could withstand media pressures, and be counted
upon as a citadel against the demands of a totalitarian state:
 
The terrifying thing about the modern dictatorships is
that they are something entirely unprecedented ... In
the past every tyranny was sooner or later overthrown,
or at least resisted because . . . 'human nature' . 
desired liberty. But we cannot at all be certain that
'human nature' is constant. It may be just as possible
to produce a breed of men who do not wish for liberty
as to produce a breed of hornless cows . . . The radio,
press-censorship, standardized education and the secret
police have altered everything. Mass-suggestion is a
science of the last twenty years, and we do not yet
know how successful it will be (CE 1, 381).
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     Another facet of unprecedented state power was weaponry
-- rockets and the atomic bomb -- which made all citizens
combatants and every place a theatre of war. In fighting total wars
"democracies" had to become more like their enemies further to the
right, and in doing so were destroying liberal Christian culture
(CE I, 525). World War II had made the individual and privacy
anachronisms. By 1945, the makings for 1984 were already in place.

IV.

     Orwell's best known works, Animal Farm and 1984 appeared in 
the immediate post war years. As an allegory on the failure of the
Russian Revolution, Animal Farm can be straightforwardly
explained. The Russian revoluti6n, like the rebellion staged by the
animals in the story, failed because power problems were never
resolved. Old leadership was simply replaced by new leadership
with the same impulse toward power. The "new" leadership
capitalized on the old habits of obedience to authority and
arrogated to themselves privileges that made them indistinguishable
from their villainous predecessors. The experience of the animals
with socialism confirmed the prophecies of the French writer Anatole
France: "The world will get as much relief from socialism as a sick
man gets from turning over in bed."
     To maintain support for a regime that looked less and less
revolutionary, the pigs concocted a mixture of propaganda and
force. They constantly reminded followers about the horrors of the
old ways, adjusted facts to show how much progress was being
made, and said that progress would be even greater were it not for
the nagging threats of  external enemies. The pigs maintained a
little "army" not only to discourage attack from outside but also to
control internal dissidents.
     Animal Farm, like 1984, remains a staple in high schools
because of its strident anti-communist, anti-Russian stance.
Students must also come away from the book with the idea that
revolutions in general cause more heartache than they are worth. A
new government can replace an old one, but life goes on pretty
much the same, or even worse, if changes are too precipitous.
(The American Revolution never seems to come up as an example of
a successful revolution, nor is any attention paid to the central
point of 1776 -- there are times when a government must be
overthrown, by force if necessary.) Animal Farm teaches the
opposite: it is a good political idea to stay put.
     To a large extent, Orwell is to blame for the quietism that the
novel produces. As has been noted earlier, Orwell had no love for
Russia and the English Left. In writing an allegory instead of a
straight refutation of the Russian experience or the Stalinist
version of marxism, Orwell leaves the impression that all revolutions
are inherently flawed, discounting even his own experiences among
Spanish anarchists who seemed to have successfully addressed
power relationships while working toward greater equality and
fiberty.
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     Probably he did not, but virtually all of his writing is so
pessimistic about the prospects for significant change, that one
must strain to reach this conclusion. In reviewing the works of
Arthur Koestler (CE III, 234), Orwell considered whether
revolutions are "of their nature" bad, whether violent revolution is
"a corrupting process," and whether revolutionary activity is the
result of "personal maladjustment." Orwell answers with a weak no.
     He first disposes of revolutions as projections of neuroses, by
saying that even if Marx's motives might be criticized, his analyses
nevertheless can stand by themselves. He then argued that
revolutions get a bad name because they are judged by such harsh
standards; everything must fail if it is to be measured against the
unattainable. According to Orwell there probably can never be a
City of the Sun where "human beings are to be free and equal and
above all ... happy, " yet "it is the dream of a just society which
seems to haunt the imagination ineradicably and in all ages whether
it is called the Kingdom of Heaven or the classless society ..." (CE
III, 237). If revolutions are to bring happiness on earth, they must
fail, even if this aspiration has been held by "socialists,
anarchists, and heretics for hundreds of years" (CE III, 237).
     Undue pessimism could also be a reflection of the times -- the
1930's and World War II, a period notorious for "lies, hatred,
cruelty, and ignorance." Orwell warned against projecting this era
into the future: "It is quite possible (to think) that man's major
problems will never be solved. But it is also unthinkable! Who is
there who dares to look at the world of today and say to himself,
"It will always be like this: even in a million years it cannot get
appreciably better" (CE III, 243)? Instead Orwell clings to what he
terms a "quasi-mystical belief" that all is not lost for now and
always (CE III, 243, 244). Beyond this very general testimonial, he
says practically nothing more concretely in favor of revolutions in
all of his writings, with the small exception of the portions of
Homage to Catalonia on communitarian anarchism.
     Orwell also considered another iron law of revolutions; that
the means to power undo whatever good ends those who seek power
may have had at the outset. In several essays, Orwell refers to
Nietzsche: "He who fights too long against dragons becomes a
dragon himself, and if thou gaze too long into the abyss, the abyss
will gaze into thee" (CE III, 230). To take over the farm the
animals adopted the means of their enemies. Finally the presence of
force kept "lower" animals subject. The pigs over time had
developed an admiration for humans and replicated their style down
to drinking, dressing, and walking on two legs. With the Russian
Revolution, the more the revolution unfolded the more Russia looked
like state capitalism with a huge army and police force to keep
industrial order. Orwell seems to concur with Nietzsche that the
wrong methods cannot be suddenly suspended.
     One would think that if violent means continually create new
dragons, Orwell would have looked more kindly upon non-violence
and pacifism. Not so. He lumps English pacifists together with the
rest of the "pansy" left, not as Russophiles, but as self-indulgent
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British navy. In time of war their position became suicidal:
totalitarian regimes were ready to roll over pacifists and non-
pacifists alike. According to Orwell, the pacifists should have
declared their loyalties, rather than trying to rise above the evil of
war.12
     Tolstoy and Ghandi both come in for criticism. About Tolstoy,
Orwell says, "Tolstoy renounced wealth, fame and privilege: he
abjured violence in all its forms and was ready to suffer for doing
so; but it is not so easy to believe that he abjured the principle of
coercion, or at least the desire to coerce others . . . Creeds like
pacifism and anarchism which seem on the surface to imply a
complete renunciation of power, rather encourage this habit of
mind. For if you have embraced a creed which appears to be free
from the ordinary dirtiness of politics -- a creed from which you
yourself cannot expect to draw any material advantage -- surely
that proves that you are in the right? And the more you are in the
right the more natural that everyone should be bullied into thinking
likewise" (CE IV, 301, 302). To Orwell, pacifists like Tolstoy might
be fascists in disguise; they have simply discovered pacifism as a
new means toward domination.
     In "Reflections on Ghandi" (CE IV, 463), Orwell wants to take
Ghandi down from sainthood and examine the effectiveness of his
politics of non-violence. He begins with a personal
attack -- Ghandi's "homespun cloth, soul forces' and
vegetarianism" (CE IV, 463) -- and adds a critique of sainthood:
"Many people genuinely do not wish to be saints, and it is possible
that some who achieve or aspire to sainthood have never felt much
temptation to be human beings . . . One must choose between God
and man and all 'radicals' and 'progressives' from the mildest
liberal to the most extreme Anarchist . . . have chosen Man" (CE
IV, 467). Orwell, notwithstanding some weak disclaimers, is ready
to exclude Ghandi from the human race.
     Ghandi's satyagraha, or nonviolent warfare through strikes,
disruption ot transport and other acts of civil disobedience
presented more trouble since Ghandi and others did get England
out of India without firing a shot. Orwell argues that Ghandi's
methods might work against the British in a context of free speech
and assembly, but would never work against totalitarian regimes
where political opponents simply disappear in the middle of the
night. Moreover, if such methods work domestically, they are of
dubious worth internationally where there are fewer inhibitions to
the use of force. Orwell had to acknowledge that in a world of
push button warfare and rocketry, the methods of Ghandi were
beginning to look practical (CE IV, 468ff).
    Orwell thus leaves little more than an impasse regarding
violent and nonviolent means for bringing about change. On the
right and left, there are totalitarian regimes that appear to be
willing to use force without compunction. They have to be met by
force even if meeting them means becoming more totalitarian in
turn. Then there are the pacifists who are of simple minds and not
so pure hearts who in trying to avoid becoming dragons are willing
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options, his position became virtually indistinguishable from that of
the ruling order of England which he elsewhere freely criticises. He
gazed into the abyss of English liberalism and would eventually find
it gazing into him.

V.

     1984 deepens the themes of Animal Farm. Winston Smith, the
hero, lives in Oceania, one of three totalitarian regimes that control
the entire world. They are perpetually at war but dare not fight a
total war because weaponry has become so lethal. Each stays fully
mobilized and uses external threats to maintain internal control.13
     Guns have been substituted for butter everywhere.
Institutional food must be washed down with "victory gin" to make
it all palatable. Monumental government buildings tower over grotty
tenement houses where drains are forever clogged and hallways
reek of bad food. Complaints about living conditions would bring
immediate arrest, torture and even death. Even thinking in such
terms, if tipped off in attitude at work or in the wrong facial
expression can bring out the thought police.
     For Smith and other members of the outer party, life is
especially ascetic. Under other political circumstances, he might
have been a journalist or a creative writer, but under INGSOC
(English socialism) he is a government hack, working in the
Ministry of  Truth, the agency for state lying. His life is full of
incongruities: by day he rewrites history and by night he might
have to scrounge for razor blades, a pair of shoelaces or some
darning thread to mend his worn out clothes. When we first
encounter him, he has no family, no lover, and no friends because
as a good party member he is expected to be a monkish devotee of
the state. Officially there is unprecedented unity of all
people -- everyone is called comrade -- but actually everyone is
alone and highly suspicious that others might turn them in to the
police.
     The Ministry of Truth has as its overall mission the remaking
of human consciousness. Private worlds and individual thought
detract from the public works and collective thought and are
therefore treasonous. The inner party should do the thinking, the
outer party the implementation, and the far more numerous proles
are to tag along, whipped into patriotic frenzy when necessary, but
by and large left alone as harmless. Until the transformation of the
psyche has been completed, the Ministry of Love must use fear and
force to check deviance. Both agencies support the Ministry of
Peace which makes war and the Ministry of Plenty which manages
the trickle of consumer goods that are barely enough to sustain
life.
     With the artist turned state publicist all things are possible.
Huxley's Brave New World was premised on genetic engineering and
psychoactive drugs. Orwell's anti-utopia is premised on the chief
by-product of World War II, psychic manipulation by propaganda,
disseminated continually through new media -- two-way television,
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perfected the capability of reaching in and touching the individual
mind.
     Smith has a small part in the state's manipulation of all
language and symbols. He "updates" old newspapers, bringing them
in line with the current needs of the state -- rewriting old
speeches to make prophecies square with actual results; doctoring
statistics and timetables for production; creating heroes, and
banishing one-time heroes into oblivion if they have fallen out of
favor since the newspaper was first published. When he is through,
the "old" newspaper can be reprinted and placed on file as history.
Smith notes that his work does not simply involve replacing truthful
accounts with lies. There have been so many overlays upon actual
events that Smith simply adds fresh falsifications to an already
fanciful base. All reality has become capriciously relative, the only
constant being that the inner party always was, is now, and always
will be, infallible.
     What else makes history so important to the regime? Accurate
history gives people independent anchoring points for their
thought. Through history they can get a more solid fix on whether
government programs have lived up to claims. Without documentary
evidence people are left with their bare memories which may fade
and cannot outlive them. One of the reasons why Smith wants to
keep a diary is so there will be at least one non-governmental
record, but he cannot know if his small voice will be heard or
whether it will have any meaning.
      Others at the ministry do comparable work. A co-worker Syme
is preparing a dictionary of' newspeak, the language of Oceania.
The linguistic goals of the state are to make language so stylized
and sterilized that there will no longer be a vocabulary for
sedition. To commit thoughtcrime requires words which, if the work
of Syme and others is successful, will no longer exist. Treason will
have been nipped even before the bud.
     Until the psyche has been fixed like the breed of hornless
cows that Orwell had earlier spoken about, half-way measures would
have to be taken. For example, the slogans Freedom is slavery or
Ignorance is strength are needed only so long as there is some
understanding of what freedom and slavery mean or the difference
between ignorance and awareness, between strength and weakness.
When these conceptions have been drained of their history and
meaning, the slogans can safely be discarded.
     Similarly, with doublethink -- the requirement that two
contradictory ideas be held in mind at the same time, (e.g. that
there is no morality and that the state is the source of all
morality). Eventually when there is no vocabulary for rival
moralities, contradictions will disappear and the need to doublethink
will no longer be present. When the psyche has become the
exclusive terrain of the state, there will be no need to further
colonize the mind.
      Until people like Winston Smith become servornechanisms of the
state, they remain a threat. This proves to be true. Smith rebels,
by keeping a diary -- demanding privacy; having an illicit love
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and reading forbidden books -- consorting with enemies of the
state. After arrest, torture and brainwashing, Smith is deemed fit
to reenter society. To the dismay of readers, the state is again
correct. Fully rehabilitated, Smith loves Big Brother!
     Orwell had another title for 1984 -- The Last Man in Europe.
He saw ominous forces bearing down on artistic freedom, individual
thought and personal privacy. Earlier totalitarian governments had
been content to control bodies and let the spirit roam. Modern
states were not so inclined and had the technology to make total
control of the person possible. Smith as the last man in Europe
tried to hold out against these awesome forces, but in the end got
crushed like other Orwellian heroes before him.
     What stands between the individual and the onset of a
totalitarian state to end all totalitarian states? For Orwell the
answer is the liberal state which for all its fascistic warts at least
maintains some protection of free speech, individual freedom and
privacy. His vision took him straight back to political quietism and
support of English political and legal order.14 Liberalism was the
least among evils in a world that looked more and more evil. Like
the professional gambler holed up in a small town, he had to set
his sights lower and play for smaller political stakes than
revolution.

Conclusion

     Orwell never painted a very pretty picture of life in modern
times. Personal rebellion fails and rebels must inevitably work their
way back into the cultural mainstream and accept the prevailing
political economy. More generally based uprisings do not work
either. Leadership can be changed but the hierarchical form
persists, leaving people about as well off, and sometimes worse off,
than they were before. Revolutionary regimes may bring some
material equality, but will generally tolerate less free speech and
privacy than can be had under liberally-oriented regimes.
     In the end Orwell retreated to liberalism-individualism as the
only available political option. He would make a push on conscience
here and press for more justice there, but from the structural
angle his politics after the onset of World War II become less
revolutionary. Despite writing on political subjects virtually all of
the time, his writings became less political and more the expression
of his creativity, in an age when politics had become the only
subject matter for literature.
     Left liberalism suited his character most completely. He loved
England and its traditions too thoroughly to become the consummate
Iconoclast that more radical politics would have required. He loved
nature too much to want it destroyed by the planners of scientific
socialism. He loved people too much to want to hate those who did
not see the light of the regular English left. And he loved
life -- especially the good joke -- too much to accept the grim
asceticism that political zealots seemed to require. In general he
could not generate enough malice to be willing to kill for an idea.
His description of Dickens describes himself:
 
Well in the case of Dickens I see a face . . . of a man
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about forty with a small beard and a high color. He is
laughing, with a touch of anger in his laughter, but no
triumph, no malignity. It is the face of a man who is
always fighting against something, but who fights in the
open and is not frightened, the face of a man who is
generously angry -- in other words, of a Nineteenth
Century liberal, a free intelligence, a type hated with
equal hatred by all the smelly little orthodoxies which
are now contending for our souls.
     Some general conclusions of contemporary relevance can be
derived from Orwell's work. The central difficulty of our times is
warfare and the mentality that is required to keep a populace on a
war footing perpetually. The grand delusion of America is that
militarization can proceed at no cost in material or spiritual terms.
We can fight wars and devote more and more resources to warfare
without damaging our standard of living or upsetting our mental
aplomb. Nothing could be farther from the truth. As Orwell
indicated from the late 1930's onward. A military machine requires
a military mindset: the military industrial complex becomes a
psychological complex as well. Our proliferating militarism
rationalizes more and more extensive national and international
policing in the interest of "national security." People intuitively
know that butter is better for them than guns and must be either
persuaded or coerced into thinking the contrary. With computers,
the government has an even more impressive array of media at its
disposal to make further penetration into the individual psyche and
personal privacy. The next decade or two may find us hunting for
the last person in the United States.
     Orwell saw greater and greater emphasis on the material to the
,exclusion of the spiritual and aesthetic. It was out of the desire for
spirituality that the left in England sought out fresh orthodoxies
and marxism. We seem to be suffering from the same anemia and
vainly look to fundamental religion, tinselized Christmases, travel
through the window of a Winnebago, and soap operas about
millionaires to fill the voids in our souls. Instead of probing for
national character in Boy's Weeklies and the Art of Donald McGill
as Orwell did, modern essayists might try the National Enquirer,
Fantasy Island, Dallas and Loveboat to find the spiritual-aesthetic
center of America.
     Orwell often sought respite from the urban intellectual life in
the bucolic village or in his garden where he grew vegetables and
flowers. At times he seemed ready to trade a novel for a good
chicken coop, and might have dropped totally out of sight in 1939
if he had not been so poor and in ill health. His impulse to try to
get away from it all matches the mood of our own times when
around long weekends and holidays, places of work are ruthlessly
abandoned, and people must drag themselves back after a few days
of decent living.

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ENDNOTES

1. Bibliographical note: In writing this paper only the works
of Orwell, including his books, essays and correspondence (as
found in the four volume set compiled by his widow and Ian Angus)
were used. I was tempted to read literary criticisms and the
number of contemporary commentaries about Orwell, but preferred
to spend more time on primary materials and to work out for myself
an adequate interpretation of a writer who has had profound effects
upon me as a person and who has been a major influence on the
way I teach about law and legal order.
     To save space, unless the footnotes are detailed, there will be
an abbreviated parenthetical note in the text so that readers can
determine sources. At the end of the footnotes, there is a listing of
Orwell's works for additional bibliographical information.

2. Politics and the English Language (CI IV, 127), The
Prevention of Literature (CE, IV, 59).

3. Woodcock, George. The Crystal Spirit: A Study of George
Orwell. (1966).

4. Hilda, George Bowlings' wife in Coming Up for Air, typifies
the middle class married woman who focuses on home economics and
does a little experimentation with food fads, book clubs and
spiritualism. One of the two female horses in Animal Farm, Mollie,
prefers ribbons in her forelock to consciousness. Clover, however,
is an exception to the Orwell rule and knows what has happened
during the leadership of the pigs.
Julia, the heroine in 1984, is an accomplice to Winston Smitli in
his crime of love and sexuality, but whenever there is a discussion
of politics, she falls asleep; she is a creature of the body rather
than the mind.

5. See generally, "Why I Write" (CE 1, 1-7).

6. Review of Sheed, Communism and Man (CE 1, 384, 385).
See also, "Not Counting Niggers" (Uh 1, 394), Review of Atholl,
Searchlight ~jn Spain (CE 1, 344).

7. CE I, 284.

8. CE I, 513, 517; CE II, 74, 7S.

9. CE II, 79, 80; 354.

10. CE I, 331.

11. CE II, 49, SO; 214, 215; 276, 277. Orwell does advance a
theory of change through decay of the ruling class, a loss of will
to rule (CE II, 69).

12. See e.g., CE I, 537; III, 113, 289, 295, 374; IV, 410.

13. On Orwell's fear of an atomic war see "You and the Atom
Bomb," CE IV, 6-10. On the post-war array of nations and their
allegiances, Orwell had been intrigued by the work of James
Burnham on the managerial revolution and international relations.
See CE IV, 160-181, 313-326.

14. See e.g. CE IV, 37, 62; CE 11, 62, 63.

WORKS. OF ORWELL AND FOOTNOTE GUIDE

DO - Down and Out in Paris and London, 1933.

BD - Burmese Days, 1934.

CD - A Clergyman's Daughter, 1935.

KAF - Keep the Aspidistra Flying, 1936.

RWP - The Road to Wigan Pier, 1937.

HC - Homage to Catalonia, 1938.

CUA - Coming Up for Air, 1939.

AF - Animal Farm, 1945.

1984 - Nineteen Eighty-Four, 1949.

Collected Essays, Journals and Letters, edited by Sonia Orwell
and Ian Angus:

CE I Volume 1: An Age Like This (1920-1940).

CE II Volume 2: My Country Right or Left (1939-1943).

CE III - Volume 3: As I Please (1943-1945).

CE IV - Volume 4: In Front of Your Nose (1945-1950).