Two Treatises of Government by John Locke

Two Treatises of Government
Two Treatises of Government by John Locke
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Despite my ambitious plan to at least skim the First Treatise, I only read Locke’s Second Treatise.

I was surprised at how much I liked this book, especially since I started out pretty disgusted by Locke’s viewpoint. The two main things that irritated me:

1) His opinion that the primary goal of government is to preserve property. This just felt really materialistic to me. I felt better about this one when I read the parenthetical aside in chapter XV that read, “By property I must be understood here, as in other places to mean that property which men have in their persons as well as goods,” which I take to mean the intangible qualities of a person as well as the material things he owns. Seems like such an important definition might have been placed a little earlier in the book, but I wasn’t Locke’s editor.

2) His chapter on slavery, in which he asserts that slavery is okay as long as the people taken as slaves first entered into a state of war, thereby forfeiting their natural rights to life and liberty. In the notes to the edition I read, it explained that Locke used this reasoning to justify the African slave trade in the Americas.  It’s a real stretch to claim that every African slave in the Americas in the 17th century was a combatant in a just war against the government enslaving them. Even if this were so, how does that justify keeping their children (and grandchildren) as slaves? In another note, I read that Locke had made part of his wealth in the slave trade, so he had a vested interest in finding a reason why slavery was okay. Unlike with property, there were no parentheticals to help me feel better about Locke’s views on slavery.

As I read on, I focussed more on how Locke’s philosophy fits in with the political situation in England at the time (from James I through Charles I and the civil war, about which I read in David Hume’s The History of England, Volume V; my classics reading is already paying off, even if it is primarily helpful when I’m reading other classics) and on just how much United States government is based on Locke’s philosophy. This really increased my enjoyment of this treatise.

Some of the chapters triggered some very patriotic feelings in me (in my notes about chapter XIX, section 228, I’ve written, “This section ROCKS!”), and I found myself relating many of Locke’s points back to modern situations, like Bush v. Gore, second amendment arguments, and the confiscation of personal property when individuals are charged with drug violations (not convicted of; charged with. And the property isn’t returned if the individual is cleared of the charges, either).

While it’s tempting (for me, at least) to read Locke as a kind of test for our current government, there’s always that memory of his take on slavery. There’s a kind of lingering feeling that he’s taken step by reasonable step and come out past the point of reason, and I worry that I’m missing something important and letting myself be led along because I can’t quite think through all of this as critically as I’d like to. I can’t trust that using his “government must always protect the property of its people” litmus test will lead me to the right conclusions about what our government ought to be doing today.

Still, there was a lot in this book that got me thinking.

One specific question the book provoked was, what is the rule of law during a situation like the American Revolution or the Civil War when the old order has been overthrown but things are still in flux and a new legislative has yet to be put in place? When the legislative structure is dissolved by rebellion, what laws exist among non-combatants until the conflict is resolved? Do people just revert to a state of nature, with no government to which to appeal in cases of unlawful violence or theft?

There were also some awesome quotes. The section I said rocked had this one, in response to those who argue that keeping the peace is more important than fighting against arbitrary power asserted by the government:

“Who would not think it an admirable peace betwix the mighty and the mean, when the lamb, without resistance, yielded his throat to be torn by the imperious wolf?”

And one more, for good measure:

Where-ever law ends, tyranny begins, if the law be transgressed to another’s harm.”

I thought this one would make a good e-mail signature, but I have a feeling that by putting John Locke at the bottom of all of my e-mail messages I would be saying more than I intend.

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A Birth in Fifty Words

When my sobs subsided I steeled myself, and we closed the door on the birth tub and our home birth and entered a world of monitors and medications, threats and confusion. The triumph behind us, I could finally look into my daughter’s eyes; we were the first people on Earth.


Written for The Daily Post’s Weekly Writing Challenge theme, “Fifty.”

 

The Starry Afternoon: An Artistic Victory

My kids love crafts, but for the past couple of years, my eight-year-old has been very resistant to anything labeled “art,” especially drawing. I think it has to do with perfectionism. No idea where she got that.

My efforts to get her on speaking terms with the world of art have only increased her resistance, which left me feeling awful. But I didn’t despair and have continued to look for programs that might bring the joy of art back to my girl.

Recently I discovered a series of free online art lessons by Sharon Jeffus called Art Through the Year.

The program and the projects looked fun and different from the other things we’d tried, so the kids and I gave it a whirl.

Each lesson consists of a ~30-minute video about a certain period in art history, or a certain technique, with printable instructions for projects that go along with the lesson.

The topic for Lesson 1 was “Post-Impressionism and Line.” Jeffus showed and talked about paintings by Cézanne, Seurat, Gauguin, and Van Gogh, and we learned about pointillism, line, and techniques for using oil pastels.

My four-year-old son's lion (his sister did the one on the right).

My four-year-old son’s lion (his sister did the one on the right).

There were two projects for this lesson, a lion drawn with lines and our own mixed-media rendition of Van Gogh’s The Starry Night.

My eight-year-old daughter's lions.

My eight-year-old daughter’s lions.

My children liked the lesson, and they loved the projects.

My lions.

My lions (I’m thirty-seven, since I told the kids’ ages).

I think it helped that the lesson was a video—my kids are so video-deprived, they’re happy to watch anything on a screen, but I was impressed with the quality of this video, especially since it was free. Jeffus used some different pronunciations for Seurat and Cézanne than I’ve heard before, but since I embarrassed myself by saying “facade” with a hard “C” more than 20 years ago, I don’t feel confident about the pronunciation of any French-derived words anymore. I knew who she was talking about, so no biggie.

My son's Starry Night.

My son’s Starry Night.

The pacing of the video was good for us, and I liked that Jeffus left a spot after she described the first project for the kids and me to pause the video and do that project before watching the explanation for the next.

While doing the projects, my kids didn’t lose their cool, they didn’t hit each other, and they worked on their projects for longer than I expected, given their prior irritability around any directed art projects. Our thirteen-year-old neighbor came over and did the Starry Night project with us, but she left before I had a chance to photograph her picture.

Top: Van Gogh's Starry Night. Bottom left: My daughter's. Bottom right: mine.

Top: Van Gogh’s Starry Night. Bottom left: My daughter’s Starry Night. Bottom right: my Starry Night.

We didn’t produce any amazing works of art, but we all had a blast, which is all I was hoping for.

My daughter’s review: “I hated art before because then I felt like I had to do something exact, but this art class has you do something general. I like art now.”

Both kids can’t wait for Lesson 2, “Shape & Shading with Pumpkins”!

Sunday in Spring

This afternoon we went on a family hike during which we heard spring peepers, proving that spring has, in fact, arrived in New England (or at least in our corner of New England).

Spring peepers audio:

All during the hike, I thought about transcendence and how not only is there so much experience that’s below the level of thought, there’s so much experience that defies efforts to corral it into thoughts, words, or pictures. I long to put into words the feeling of watching my children run through the woods, of listening to the peeping of little frogs, and of knowing that spring is finally here. I long to capture these experiences, and although I know I’ll fail, I welcome that longing.

Knowing I’ll fail, I still try.

 

Love Dogs

by Jelaluddin Rumi

 

One night a man was crying,

Allah! Allah!

His lips grew sweet with the praising,

until a cynic said, “So I have heard you calling out,

but have you ever gotten any response?”

 

The man had no answer to that.

He quit praying and fell into a confused sleep.

 

He dreamed he saw Khidr, the guide of souls,

in a thick green foliage.

“Why did you stop praising?”

“Because I’ve never heard anything back.”

“This longing you express is the return message.”

 

The grief you cry from

draws you toward union.

 

Your pure sadness

that wants help

is the secret cup.

 

Listen to the moan of a dog for its master.

That whining is the connection.

 

There are love dogs

no one knows the names of.

Give your life to be one of them.

The Great Brain by John D. Fitzgerald

The Great Brain
The Great Brain by John D. Fitzgerald
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

We were listening to this audiobook today during lunch when it hit me: my kids are listening to a story about assisted suicide. My kids didn’t seem to be upset by the story, and it was written from a kid’s perspective and seemed totally realistic in that light, but it still set off lashing lights and danger signals for me, and I couldn’t pinpoint why exactly it did.

I wondered (and still wonder): Is it okay for kids to read books about pre-teens contemplating suicide? What about books about an entire town that basically lets a man starve to death in their midst because he’s an outsider?

I feel uncomfortable with my kids reading (or in this case, hearing) about these things, but I’m not sure why I do. Because kids do deal with these things. Well, maybe not literally letting a man starve to death, but they certainly observe the prejudices of others, and they experience being on the outside of a group and the fear that they might never live up to the expectations of their parents and their communities. Why not explore these things in fiction? Couldn’t doing so prepare them by giving them a test run for dealing with things in reality?

And I can definitely see how Fitzgerald’s take on young boys’ complicated and often convoluted moral reasoning could be helpful to a child, and the book is certainly engaging and fun to read (although why voice actors insist on giving New York accents to kids from places out West is a mystery to me).

We’ve had some good conversations, too, about whether someone who’s afraid to jump off a diving board is a coward or if someone’s parents would really stop loving them for it. And I got to answer questions like, “Mommy, what’s gangrene?” (A more pleasant one was, “Mommy, what’s charity?” which I think was more confusing for them than it might have been if their mom’s name weren’t “Charity.”) And man, do I feel grateful for vaccines after reading this book.

But still, I feel a little uncomfortable talking about these things with my kids, and maybe that’s the crux of the matter. I feel uncomfortable talking about these topics, therefore they must be “bad” for my kids to hear about, or so goes my knee-jerk reasoning. Well, I’m also not keen on having my four-year-old adopt the language of children who lived more than 100 years ago, calling people “crybabies” and “cowards.” He did dig a “pretend grave” yesterday, but so far he’s not asked to explore any caves or abandoned barns. With any luck, if the book encourages bad behavior it will also influence my kids to do more chores (I’m not holding my breath on that one).

Clearly I have conflicting emotions about this book. Overall it’s a good one, but I don’t think we’ll race out to get the next one in the series.

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Bookends: March 2014

The first day of each month, I’m posting a summary of what I read the previous month and what I plan to read in the coming month. I would love if this could become a conversation in the comments about what’s on your reading list, too!

First things first: This is my 1,000th post on Imperfect Happiness! Sure, the blog will be four years old this July and that’s plenty of time to write a lot of posts, but still—did I really write all of these posts?

Okay, enough reflecting on the collective effect of 1,000 grains of sand. Let’s talk about books!

It turns out my five-books-a-month plan is a little ambitious. There are five finished grown-up books in the March list, but two were left over from February’s overly-ambitious reading plan. I didn’t finish all of the books I set out to read in March (and didn’t even start the Locke I assigned myself), but I did pretty well.

Here’s what I finished in March:

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A Multitude of Thanks

A few days ago, my post about my brother Josh was featured on Freshly Pressed. Many of you know this because, best I can tell, many of you are here as a direct result of its appearance there.

I’ve been feeling a little bad about not responding to all of the lovely comments you’ve left. I’ve read them all and started several times to write replies, but it never seems to go anywhere. This post came from a different place than many of my other posts, and I feel almost like I haven’t even processed the fact that I posted it much less that so many people have read it. It’s a little overwhelming, in a good way.

I’m just not sure what to say in response to all of the comments except, thank you.

Thank you to Krista, the WordPress editor who selected “Origins” for Freshly Pressed. Thank you to all of you who’ve read the post. Thank you to those who’ve commented and who enjoyed the post enough to follow Imperfect Happiness.

To all of you who are new here: Welcome! I hope you continue to enjoy the posts you find here.