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Odysseus the Tailor
Odysseus the Tailor’s real name was Sam. A gentle, unassuming man who stood all of five five, my father was one of a dozen U.S. Navy frogmen dropped into the English Channel several hours before the Normandy invasion in 1944, with instructions to attach explosives to a wall of underwater steel spikes designed to tear the bottoms out of Allied landing craft. Once the explosives were in place, Pop and his buddies swam to the beach and crouched in the surf until the invasion boats neared the French coast. Then they blew a hole in the steel wall, opening a bloody path to the liberation of Europe. After D-Day, Pop was assigned to “Patton’s Navy,” a small combat unit supporting amphibious crossings of French rivers during the Third Army’s push toward Paris. From our kitchen in the Greenpoint section of Brooklyn, my mother and I anxiously plotted Odysseus’s progress across Europe. My job was to keep Pop up-to-date on his beloved New York Giants. Each letter from me contained baseball box scores laboriously clipped from the Brooklyn Eagle. Pop’s heavily censored replies promised a glorious future when we would see a baseball game together at the Polo Grounds.
When Odysseus the Tailor finally came home in the summer of 1946, I oiled my baseball glove and waited for the great day. July passed into August—but no baseball. Pop reopened his tailor shop, and we sat comfortably in the warm sunlight while silver needles danced in his thimbled fingers—but no baseball. School began after Labor Day—but no baseball. Finally, in mid-September, I broke down at dinner. “What have I done,” I wailed, “that we can’t go to a Giants game.” My father, who had forgotten his wartime promise, was stricken. He hugged me. “I love you, Butchie,” he whispered. “But we can’t go to a Giants game yet. . . . They still don’t let black people play, and we just don’t support things like that.”
Instead, we took the ferry across the Hudson River to see the world champion Newark Eagles play a Negro League game at Ruppert Stadium. I don’t remember much about the game, other than the beautifully dressed, multiracial crowd, the noise, the sunlight, and the joy of being my father’s son.
Farewell, Odysseus of the silver needles. This book is for you.
CONTENTS
1.Reading the First Amendment as a Poem
2.Why Reading the First Amendment Isn’t Easy
3.Madison’s Music: Lost and Found
4.The First Amendment as a Narrative of Democracy
5.Madison’s Music Restored: Recovering Madison’s Democracy-Friendly First Amendment
6.The Democracy-Friendly First Amendment in Action
7.Mr. Madison’s Neighborhood
8.Divine Madness: Hearing Madison’s Music in the Religion Clauses
9.The Costs of Ignoring Madison’s Music: The Enigma of Judicial Review
10.Madison, the Reluctant Poet: How the Great Poem Almost Didn’t Get Written
Notes
Index
1
Reading the First Amendment as a Poem
This is not a work of history. I claim no special expertise about James Madison’s interior life. Nor do I claim to be describing his subjective purpose. I don’t even claim that Madison himself was wholly responsible for his music. As we’ll see, Madison’s arranger, Roger Sherman, deserves some credit. Rather, it is an effort to read the First Amendment’s forty-five words—all of them—as a coherent whole in order to recapture what I call Madison’s music.
I rest this book on the phrasing, rhythm, order, and placement of the forty-five words themselves. When we read a great poem, we do not ask whether the poet intended to achieve a particular emotional, aesthetic, or intellectual response. It is enough that the choreography of words triggers a responsive chord in a careful reader. The thesis of this book, dear reader, is that a careful study of the order, placement, meaning, and structure of the forty-five words in Madison’s First Amendment will trigger a responsive poetic chord in you that will enable us to recapture the music of democracy in our most important political text.
Today we hear only broken fragments of Madison’s music. Instead of seeking harmony and coherence in the First Amendment, we read the First Amendment (indeed, the entire Bill of Rights) as a set of isolated, self-contained commands, as if the Founders had thrown a pot of ink at the wall and allowed the order, placement, and structure of each provision in the Bill of Rights to be randomly determined by the splatter. The result is an arbitrary constitutional jurisprudence that has left us with a dysfunctional, judge-built “democracy” that is owned lock, stock, and barrel by five thousand wealthy oligarchs, a pseudodemocracy in which district lines have been carefully gerrymandered to rig the outcomes of most legislative elections, only half the population bothers to vote, and cynics erect barriers designed to disenfranchise the weak and the poor.
It doesn’t have to be that way. A poetic vision of the interplay between democracy and individual freedom is hiding in plain sight in the brilliantly ordered text and structure of the Bill of Rights, but we have forgotten how to look for it. Recovering our ability to hear Madison’s music would pave the way to a democracy-friendly First Amendment aimed at reinforcing Li
ncoln’s hope that “government of the people, by the people, and for the people shall not perish from the earth.”
We honor James Madison as the driving force behind the Bill of Rights. We recognize him as Thomas Jefferson’s indispensable political lieutenant. We applaud him as the nation’s fourth president. But we’ll never do Madison full justice until we revere him as a great poet—not a literary poet like Wallace Stevens, but a political poet like Abraham Lincoln or Ronald Reagan. Madison’s poetic genius was structural—a mastery of the contrapuntal interplay between the collective practice of democracy and individual liberty. His poetic voice speaks to us in the harmony of the 462 words, thirty-one ideas, and ten amendments—each in its perfectly chosen place and all interacting to form a coherent whole—that constitute the magnificent poem to democracy and individual freedom called the Bill of Rights.
When we read a great literary poem like “The House Was Quiet and the World Was Calm,” Wallace Stevens’s celebration of the miracle of reading, we concentrate deeply on each word and pay particular attention to the rhythmic cadence of the language and stanzas, and to the imagery they spin.
The house was quiet and the world was calm.
The reader became the book; and summer night
Was like the conscious being of the book.
The house was quiet and the world was calm.
The words were spoken as if there was no book,
Except that the reader leaned above the page,
Wanted to lean, wanted much most to be
The scholar to whom his book is true, to whom
The summer night is like a perfection of thought.
The house was quiet because it had to be.
The quiet was part of the meaning, part of the mind:
The access of perfection to the page.
And the world was calm. The truth in a calm world,
In which there is no other meaning, itself
Is calm, itself is summer and night, itself
Is the reader leaning late and reading there.
The magical quality of “The House Was Quiet” is not merely in its 141 words and its elegant phrases. Wallace Stevens achieves great poetry in the interplay between and among his words, and in the capacity of their order, rhythm, cadence, and imagery to generate meaning and mood that enriches and ennobles the plain text, imbuing it with a kind of music. Every great poem has an internal music that hides in plain sight with not a word out of place or an image wasted. What if we were to read Madison’s Bill of Rights—especially his First Amendment—with the same respect and intensity that we lavish on a Wallace Stevens poem, paying close attention, not only to the individual words and phrases of the first ten amendments, but also to their interplay, order, cadence, and imagery? Would we find the music of poetry in Madison’s handiwork? I have no doubt that the answer is yes.
In Wallace Stevens’s words, I invite you to rediscover Madison’s music, to be the scholar to whom Madison’s Bill of Rights is most true, to be “the reader leaning late and reading there.”
2
Why Reading the First Amendment Isn’t Easy
Reading the First Amendment isn’t easy. Consider the text:
Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.
NEITHER THE WORDS NOR THE HISTORY HELPS MUCH
The words themselves aren’t much help. Reading the first word, “Congress,” literally would leave the president, the military, fifty governors, and your local cops free to ignore our most important set of constitutional protections. Reading the fourth and fifth words, “no law,” literally would wind up protecting horrible verbal assaults like threats, fraud, extortion, and blackmail. The three most important words in the First Amendment—“the freedom of”—the words that introduce, modify, and describe the crucial protections of speech, press, and assembly, simply cannot be read literally. The phrase “the freedom of” is a legal concept that has no intrinsic meaning. Someone must decide what should or should not be placed within the protective legal cocoon. Finally, the majestic abstractions in the First Amendment, like “establishment of religion,” “free exercise thereof,” “peaceful assembly,” and “petition for a redress of grievances” do not carry a single literal meaning. In the end, each of the abstractions protects only the behavior we think it should protect.
So much for the literal text.
History (or what’s sometimes called originalism these days) is even worse as a firm guide to reading the First Amendment. The truth is that the First Amendment as we know it today didn’t exist before Justice William Brennan Jr. and the rest of the Warren Court invented it in the 1960s. In fact, history turns out to be the worst place to look for a robust First Amendment. Thomas Jefferson thought free speech was a pretty good idea, but the ink wasn’t dry on the First Amendment before President Adams locked up seventeen of the twenty newspaper editors who opposed his reelection in 1800. One of the jailed editors was Benjamin Franklin’s nephew Benjamin Franklin Bache. He died in jail. Despite the newly enacted First Amendment, not only did the federal courts remain silent in the face of Adams’s massive exercise in government censorship; they often initiated the prosecutions. Matthew Lyon, Vermont’s only Jeffersonian member of Congress, was jailed for four months and fined $1,000 for criticizing the president in his newspaper. Lyon had the last word, though. He was released just in time to cast Vermont’s swing vote for Thomas Jefferson when the presidential election of 1800 was thrown into the House, helping to seal Adams’s defeat.1
The nineteenth and early twentieth centuries were free-speech disasters. Before the Civil War, antislavery newspapers were torched throughout the North. All criticism of slavery was banned in the South. Slaves were even forbidden to learn to read.2 During the Civil War, President Lincoln held opponents of the war in military custody for speaking out against it. After the Civil War, labor leaders went to jail in droves for picketing and striking for higher wages. Labor unions were treated as unlawful conspiracies.3 Radical opponents of World War I were sentenced to ten-year prison terms and eventually deported to the Soviet Union—for leafleting.4 In 1920, Eugene Debs polled more than one million votes for president from his prison cell in the Atlanta federal penitentiary, where he was serving a ten-year jail term for giving a speech in 1917 praising draft resisters. Released in 1921, Debs, his health broken, was banned from voting or running for office; he died in 1926.5 After World War II, fear of communism translated into jail or deportation for thousands of political radicals guilty of saying the wrong thing or joining the wrong group, culminating in 1951 with the Supreme Court’s affirmance of multiyear jail terms for the leadership of the American Communist Party, despite its status as a lawful political party.6
So much for history, unless you want to erase the First Amendment.
SEARCHING FOR THE FIRST AMENDMENT’S “PURPOSE” HELPS ONLY A LITTLE
If we can’t read the First Amendment literally or rely on its checkered history for firm guidance about how to read it today, perhaps we can read each of the forty-five words in light of its underlying purpose. The problem, of course, is agreeing on whose purpose counts, figuring out what that purpose is, and deciding how best to advance it. When he finally awakened to the need for a robust First Amendment, the great justice Oliver Wendell Holmes Jr. told us that its real purpose is to ensure a “free market in ideas,” so that the best ideas will triumph in the long run through free competition.7 That, of course, is the mantra of free-market capitalism—to say nothing of Darwinism—trusting that free competition will lead us to the best of all possible worlds: political, economic, social, and biological. We know from bitter experience that the extreme version of the free-market mantra can be wrong in the economic sphere. History teaches that completely unregulated economic markets can lead to disaster. Witness th
e stock market collapse of 1929 and the economic collapse of 2008. The key is knowing when and how to regulate the economic market and when to let it alone. The same goes for the idea market. The vast bulk of the time, a free market in political ideas works fine, but history teaches that occasionally false (or at least horrendous) ideas triumph with disastrous social consequences—witness the broad popular acceptance of Nazism in pre–World War II Germany, the stubborn persistence of racial prejudice everywhere, the perennial lure of anti-Semitism, the unending worldwide oppression of women, widespread support for slavery in the old South and in much of the world today, and the modern embrace of jihadist terror.
Moreover, neither the economic market nor the idea market is ever really free. We know that powerful economic entities can stifle competition and foist inferior products on consumers at excessive cost. That’s why we have antitrust laws and bans on false advertising. But the idea market is also far from free. Given the high cost of mass speech, only the rich and powerful can afford to engage in effective mass political communication. The poor suffer the speech they must.
Thus, while Holmes’s notion of a free market in ideas is both a useful metaphor and a helpful guide, it is not a fail-safe key to reading the First Amendment, especially in settings such as campaign finance reform or access to the mass media, where vast private concentrations of power and huge resource imbalances systematically distort the market.
Justice Louis Brandeis, who joined with Holmes in pioneering the modern First Amendment, tells us that the real purpose of the First Amendment is to enhance human dignity by protecting individual self-expression and autonomous choice. According to Brandeis, respect for the inherent dignity of the speaker as a human being requires us to tolerate efforts at self-expression, even when they do not help our choice-dependent institutions to work better.8 Brandeis’s recognition of the close link between speech and human dignity infuses the First Amendment with a deep moral purpose worth fighting for. But is it an automatic trump that invalidates all speech regulation? What about speech that mocks human dignity? It’s hard to find much human dignity in virulent hate speech, pornography about brutalizing women, cigarette ads linking sex and smoking, violent video games aimed at children, libel, or unlimited corporate electioneering. And what happens when the speaker’s dignitary interest in self-expression runs headlong into the hearer’s dignitary interest in self-worth, or a speech target’s dignitary interest in privacy or accuracy? Should the speaker’s dignity always outweigh everyone else’s?
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