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I address Kass's column only because of one remarkable sentence that appears towards its end. "Free people often make a mess of things," he muses. "That mess is called freedom."
And he goes on: "And we'll stay free, on the left, on the right, and in the tepid accommodationist center, just as long as we can speak our minds, and defend the right of others to speak their minds too."
I've always had a soft spot in my heart for what I like to think of as the radical middle. Back in the 60s radicals preached, "Lead, follow, or get out of the way." That left no room for anyone to do what journalists love to do most (the point of drinking is to enable it)—question. The revolution had no interest in questioners and neither did the other side, composed of those solid citizens lining up behind Richard Nixon and George Wallace.
If you read Kass's column, you'll see that he rains contempt on left and right for the inability of either to deal with reality. But it's the center that most disgusts him. Tepid? Accommodationist? Some words in the right hands sting worse than homicidal. I've always thought a willingness to speak my own mind and listen to people who dispute me speaking theirs was the classic centrist position; but if the center is merely the place where wimps huddle, then I'd better think twice.
Then again, Kass has made the center attractive. His scorn turns being there into a lonely, defiant, romantic act.
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