Issue 7: Banality is Boring
If I hear the term "banality of evil" one more time, I'm going to get angry. Perhaps in the 1950s and 60s we could still be shocked by mass murder's concealment within state bureaucracies, could still pretend this wasn't the precise function of those state bureaucracies, could even accuse liberal democracies of violating their own terms by enacting state violence or reenacting the state murder by less liberal societies...but aren't we grown up yet? Aren't we about done with being shocked that the state apparatus is a tool for, holy shit, enacting state policy? Where in liberal democracy is their some mystical source of ethics within the government? If we're going to be more exacting in our claims, couldn't it even be said that a liberal democratic apparatus, one that doesn't need to justify its rule beyond election results, that is believed to embody the people's will, might be particularly suited to enact such violence? Because there is no banality of evil, not anymore. There are only state functions, the senseless forward motion of a perpetual paper pushing regime, one that must file and re-file and process every claim that governments before had the good sense just to do, just to act, not to justify, because they could be the Law in themselves. Yes, we've lost the unbanality of evil, the simple act that could be pointed at as an excess of state violence, because the apparatus is not alone, but acting in concert with our wishes of it and demands on it. We have made them write down their crimes, tortured out of them their confessions, their justifications and now we claim to be shocked because they're never as evil as we assumed, and that under threat of state violence and incarceration, even the state's foot soldiers will succumb.
Now let's say we're adults. Can we drop the impotent anger, the feigned shock, the Arendt quotations? Can we see that excising the particularly disgusting rhetorical flourishes, by hounding their authors, by exposing their intellectual sources, by attacking the propulsive, vice-presidential source of their action, we become that banality ourselves? Not of evil, no , but of the banality of banality, the pointless repetition of what has already been said, the Human Quotation. The consenting refusal to be moved from without, to produce in ourselves always again the single, simple codes we've cracked long after they've been discarded by the enemy. Empty as it cycles throughout itself, just another Cancerous possibility, what, a Body without Organs?
We are all quotations, then. But some are better than others.