On October 2, 1869 in Porbandar, India, Mohandas Gandhi was born. When he was assassinated in 1948, he owned very little, although most of the civilized world could recognize his image instantly. I once asked my mother, who is now 88 years old, whom she considered the most memorable or important figures of her life. She named three: Franklin Roosevelt, Albert Einstein, and Mahatma Gandhi. For people of my mother’s generation, this would have been a typical answer. She chose the architect of a revolutionary social program, a radical cosmologist and physicist, and a nonviolent activist who brought the world’s largest imperial power of the time to its knees. Not a bad selection, I’d suggest. I’m looking over my shoulder now to see whom I’d choose in case my daughter one day asks me a similar question. But that’s another posting.
I would like to offer, in honor of Gandhi’s birthday, a few remarks,concerning his legacy. Confession: just as I engineered that phrase, “remarks . . . concerning his legacy,” I realized that I’d immediately entered a large echo-chamber of after-dinner, or conference-attending, or scholarly-sounding disquisitions that none of us would willingly endure. And after all, with the Arab Spring still unfolding into its autumnal update, what else could I possibly say that hasn’t been said about this man? He was, in fact, kind of a big deal, and everyone knew it during his lifetime, and everyone knows it now (even his critics know it, and there are many of them), and everyone will continue to know it whenever anyone anywhere undertakes a nonviolent action. Mahatma Gandhi’s reputation is secure. And I’m not going to make it any less or more secure by anything that I say.
But some of my students, who have become concerned about this world that we’re simultaneously desecrating and saving, want to know how they can be like Gandhi. It all seems, finally, too much, and they ask a simple question: if you’re trying to figure out your career, and if you’re aware of the deforestation of the Amazon, the oppression of the Tibetan people, the injustices dealt to Bradley Manning, and the horrors of chicken production in this country, how can you decide on a socially responsible career without that empty feeling of having done nothing, while thinking, all the while, that you have done . . . something?
Here’s how one student put it:
But shoot. Militarism. Consumerism. All the ways that the few wealthy divide and exploit us, and manage to keep us dividing and exploiting one another, neighbor vs. neighbor and nation vs. nation, I don’t know where to start, and I won’t be satisfied treating symptoms, despite how worthy it is to free Bradley Manning, end the war on drugs, free Tibet, stop fracking in Arkansas, and the rest. So what do I need to do?
It’s a good question. And I can’t answer it. But I can give you some ideas about what Gandhi did when he was young, and what he kept on doing as he got older.
Gandhi monitored stuff. And what he didn’t monitor, he inventoried. And what he didn’t inventory, he classified. He made himself become aware of his surroundings, from the British military to the goat in his garden. He was obsessed with what went into his mouth and what went into his mind. When he was in England studying law, he read everything he could get his hands on concerning vegetarianism and religion (mouth and mind, his perennial obssessions). He ate his vegetables, and he monitored his health; he read his Bhagavad Gita, and he monitored his soul. And he did this with everything that crossed his path, including his friends and his enemies. He monitored the effect that the incoming data had on the person he was becoming. And on the person he wanted to become.
And then he made decisions, some of which he kept all of his life, and some of which he abandoned as soon as the results he wanted stopped appearing. And he said things, like: “nonviolence is impossible without self-purification.” Or: “my greatest weapon is mute prayer.” Or: “If we remain nonviolent, hatred will die as everything does, from disuse.”
These brief statements, these annotations really, read as if they were lab notes, or observations made in passing as an experiment unfolded. Remember: Gandhi titled his autobiography, The Story of My Experiments with Truth, and these are the notes made on that experiment. They read, in fact, like aphoristic literature, and it’s clear that Gandhi was a gifted aphorist. But he was a gifted aphorist because he was interested in the tiniest detail that would reveal the largest truth, and these tiny details only reveal themselves to the most obsessive self-observer, which Gandhi undoubtedly became.
The larger point here, however, concerns Gandhi’s relentless project to understand his place in the world. He wanted to know what he ate, why he ate it, and what effects these foods had on his body. And to whom these foods indebted him. He wanted to know what he thought, why he thought it, and what effect these thoughts had on his personality. He undertook this project of self-understanding, or of “self-purification,” as he called it, to understand his place in the world as revealed by his impact on the world. And he considered this personal inventory to be the preface to any concerted social action.
But he undertook this inventory because he believed that until you know precisely where you stand in the world, you will be unable to chart a meaningful course through the world.
And besides, while Gandhi might not have been able to feed everyone who needed feeding in Bombay, he could in fact understand the implications of everything that he fed himself, both literally and figuratively.
And that is the beginning of authentic social action because it will guard us against charges of hypocrisy when we do become socially engaged, and it will give us the foundation required to present to the world a coherent identity that has been examined, re-examined, and honestly constructed.
Our opponents will find us a more formidable adversary when they discover that what we expect of the world, we have first expected of ourselves.
And that’s where all of us can start. We can learn what we might reasonably expect of ourselves.
It would be immodest, at least, to expect more of anyone else.