[Excerpted from the latest Radio Derb, now available exclusively through VDARE.com]
My VDARE.com colleague Allan Wall just posted something about illegal aliens who die trying to cross our southern border. They drown crossing the river, they die from thirst or exposure, they fall when trying to scale border barriers, they suffocate in smugglers’ crowded, unventilated trucks, and so on.
Allan doesn’t offer much sympathy:
Yes, the U.S.-Mexico border is a humanitarian disaster. The solution is not an open border. The solution is to get control of the border. That, of course, is not the policy of the Biden Administration.
Allan won’t get any arguments from me about what he says in that piece. I’m on board with him a hundred percent.
In between our last two posts I went to Drudge to see what was happening in the world. The lead story was about a ship disaster in the Red Sea. From the headline picture, it looked like a cruise ship. I therefore assumed that some people very much like the Americans I went cruising with last year were the victims. I went to the news story. A couple of sentences in, I learned that the ship was in fact a ferry, the victims all Egyptians. I lost interest at once, and stopped reading. I don’t care about Egyptians.
Re: Yearning For Freedom, National Review’s Corner, February 3, 2006
That earned me a spell of infamy. Commentators all over were gasping in horror at what a shameless brute I was for not caring about Egyptians.
It was quite a spell. Five years later, save-the-world neocon Peter Wehner [Tweet him] brought it up in an argument about U.S. aid to Africa [Responding to John Derbyshire (Again), Commentary Magazine, December 8, 2010] Gentry liberals of course went nuts [Derbyshire Award Nominee, by Andrew Sullivan, Daily Dish, February 4, 2006]. For a while there I was the poster boy for Callous Conservatism, the guy who didn’t care about dead Egyptians.
Although responses weren’t all negative: Daniel Larison in American Conservative wrote a good supportive piece:
We usually consider it normal to be fairly unconcerned about the fate of strangers even in our own metropolitan areas, which might be less justifiable, but modern humanitarian politics dictate that we must be deeply moved and compelled by the suffering of people, with whom we have no connections, on other continents. Derb’s reaction is perfectly natural and normal, and confirms what Dr. Fleming has had to say about natural affinities, charity and the “pornography of compassion.”
Derb Makes an Unexpected Paleo Point, February 3, 2006
Reflecting on all that sixteen years later, on the rights and wrongs of it, the furthest I’ll walk back what I wrote is to admit I was tactless.
Social harmony, in any society, requires a certain seasoning of hypocrisy, so long as we all understand that’s what it is. When a perfect stranger greets me with “How are you?” I understand that he most likely doesn’t care at all how I am; and he understands that I understand, and I understand that he understands that I understand, and so on.
It’s a tiny, harmless hypocrisy that just makes our social interaction softer and smoother.
Reading a news item about Egyptians being drowned and murmuring, “How dreadful! Those poor people,” is another one of these little excusable hypocrisies. Saying out loud that you don’t care about dead Egyptians is a breach of the code, although a tiny one. Some truths are best left unspoken, so long as they are understood.
So, what about these people dying while trying to cross into our country illegally? I have to say I don’t think polite hypocrisies are totally appropriate here. These people are dying in the course of committing a crime, like a burglar in your house falling down your stairs and breaking his neck.
Yes, I know: some of those dying are little kids who don’t know they’re involved in a crime. For them, the little hypocrisies of concern are appropriate, and I’ll nod along with them. They’re still hypocrisies, though.
We all know those lines from the Elizabethan poet John Donne:
Each man’s death diminishes me,
For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee.
It’s a noble sentiment, but not a true one.
We are of course all going to die, and each death is a sad loss for family, friends, and colleagues. The death of a child is especially distressing to those who knew him. Beyond that small circle, though, who feels diminished?
If the deceased was a public figure, admired or loved by millions, those millions may indeed feel themselves diminished. Public figures like that are, however, only a minuscule portion of those who leave this life every day.
And yes: strictly personal feelings aside, our natural tribal emotions can be stirred more when we hear of our own countrymen dying than when it’s foreigners. My emotions are stirred more thinking about the tens of thousands of deaths among Americans caused by fentanyl smuggled across the border than by Guatemalan illegals dying of thirst in the southwestern desert.
Still, the overwhelming majority of deaths go unnoticed by the overwhelming majority of us, their fellow human beings. How could it be otherwise?
There has been war going on in the Congo more or less continuously since the late 1990s, with a death toll so big it’s not known even to the nearest million [Review of Congo war halves death toll, NBC, January 20, 2010]. It’s barely been mentioned in our media.
Have you felt diminished by those untold millions of deaths? No, me neither … Oops, there I go again.
And the deaths of illegal aliens trying to gatecrash civilized countries is something we are going to see a lot more of in years to come; at our own borders and in Europe. Random headlines from the past few days:
- Headline from Reuters, July 24th: Almost 700 migrants rescued off the Italian coast, 5 found dead.
- Headline from NPR, also July 24th: 17 died in the Bahamas after a boat believed to be carrying Haitian migrants capsized.
- Headline from Sky News, July 26th: UK and French services left rescue of more than 30 drowning migrants in Channel to each other, report claims
Get ready for a lot more news stories like that—a lot more—these next few years, as more and more Third Worlders abandon their own hopeless countries and seek to enter ours.
We can harden our hearts, or we can let ’em all in. Is there a third option?
I don’t see one.
John Derbyshire [email him] writes an incredible amount on all sorts of subjects for all kinds of outlets. (This no longer includes National Review, whose editors had some kind of tantrum and fired him.) He is the author of We Are Doomed: Reclaiming Conservative Pessimism and several other books. He has had two books published by VDARE.com com: FROM THE DISSIDENT RIGHT (also available in Kindle) and FROM THE DISSIDENT RIGHT II: ESSAYS 2013.