In 1910, G.K. Chesterton’s book “What’s Wrong With the World” was published, and the title did not include a question mark.
Indeed, the book is a collection of essays on pressing—burning even—topics of the day such as emancipation, the suffragettes, public schools, ownership, and much more besides. For those unfamiliar with the works (and Chesterton is astonishingly prolific as a writer), I strongly recommend him. His writings have a scope, a flair, and a brilliance that lead me to conclude that he is possibly the greatest writer (excepting the poets) of the 20th century.
Because there is no question mark in the title of the collection, we see that Chesterton is offering us his views on actually what is wrong with the world; or more precisely, what is wrong with the world in 1910 as he saw it.
Of course, it is a fabulous question and one could imagine readers of The Epoch Times writing in to answer it. What is wrong with the world? Perhaps some might say the Democrats. Or the Republicans. Or the Clintons or Trump. Some might think more widely: communism, socialism, feminism, political cant, China, Russia, Iran, flaky allies, or poverty, or homelessness. And so the list goes on, and doubtless, everyone has their reasons for their particular answer.
In other words, Chesterton took full responsibility for the state of the world and realized that in changing it, he had to change himself first.
The Blame Game
Chesterton’s response is in plumb contrast to everything that is going on in the West right now. We have protesters protesting, demanding that somebody else—who? Other people? The government? Political parties?—make the world a better place, but in all this, there is never a sense of self-examination: What have I contributed to the sorry state of the world?Or take feminism and the #MeToo movement. It’s quite obvious that men are to blame and that women have never done anything wrong. Of course, women don’t want to buy expensive and attractive clothes and cosmetics themselves, so that they can look beautiful. Absolutely not. No, women are forced by men to dress up in these astonishing ways, and are compelled by patriarchy to accede to male desires. And here of course, importantly, reparations need to be made.
The Sins of the Father
Do I feel responsible for the slave trade? No, I do not. I am actually against slavery and against racism, but I am also against this insidious methodology of blaming “others” by creating mobs demanding this and demanding that.To put this in another context, one of the most wonderful innovations of the Judaic law when it emerged from Israel was the somewhat revolutionary idea that children were not to be punished for sins of their parents and vice versa.
Retribution and reparation stops with the actual perpetrator(s), otherwise the process is endless.
The Self-Maiming Sin of Blaming
Blaming others, then, is the vice besetting what’s wrong with the world. In fact, it is one of the triumvirate of psychopathologies (along with projection and denial) that worst afflict us as human beings. If we consider briefly for a moment the story of Adam and Eve in the garden at the beginning, when they were perfect, we find in the fall of mankind all three of the triumvirate of psychopathologies there in virulent form. For now, let us just consider blame.Having eaten the forbidden fruit, Adam blames Eve, and Eve blames the serpent. In other words, they together and individually are not responsible for their actions.
Blame and blaming may be said to be the most endemic, the most pernicious, and the most destructive of all the psychological vices that beset mankind; it is the kingpin of all that is negative within us. Small wonder, then, that it wreaks such havoc around us. And it is very difficult to counter.
It is little appreciated, but every time we blame, we are quite literally killing ourselves; there is self-death involved in blaming others. For when we blame others or someone, we are denying a part of reality that has been created, and saying that we are not part of it. Essentially, we are denying ourselves as co-creators of reality and the acceptance of things as they are.
This is why blame is a kind of blasphemy: We are denying our godlike powers to co-create.
In short, we are exiting and isolating ourselves from the Consciousness that drives the universe and of which we are a part. In theological parlance: We are heading for hell, but in this secular environment now, we need to understand hell not (only) as a place beyond life, but as a state of mind we enter in the here and now.
Chesterton, then, leads us away from all this. What’s wrong? Me. I am wrong, and what am I going to do about that? To be clear, this is not about beating myself up, generating low self-esteem through self-criticism; it is exactly the opposite. It is taking responsibility for myself and my contributions. It is the only way that is really sustainable.