If you’re troubled by the blatant bullying
of the Bush administration, you may also
recognize a nagging inner feeling of
helplessness regarding everything that’s
going badly in the world, as well as an
acute sense of diminished possibilities for
getting any meaningful and decent
alternative program into action. For
internationally-minded Americans, no
institutional vehicle for sensible
cooperative internationalism is immediately
apparent. There’s a blunt way of putting
this: “No international community exists.
The term is a euphemism for American
hegemony,” as Perry Anderson, in the lead-up
to the Iraq war, stated in the London
Review of Books.
It is this gap between a multilateral global
order replete with bona fide robust
political dialogue and its actual emaciated
quality which stirred Kwame Anthony Appiah’s
book Cosmopolitanism: Ethics in a World
of Strangers. Appiah is bored by talk of
global politics and globalization, so he
digs into the ethical issues underlying, and
raised by, what he portrays as rival
discourses. His is an elegantly written and
thoughtful reflection on what it means to be
“at home in the world,” but in its personal
meanderings it fails to respond with the
urgency that the pressing problems he
identifies clearly demand. The book is never
less than interesting, but, at the end, one
wonders if it is really worth the trip.
This disappointment is largely a result of
his self-imposed limits. Appiah draws many
strands in Cosmopolitanism from the
deeper thinking evident in his The Ethics
of Identity (Princeton UP, 2005), a very
good book, and one so earnestly helpful and
agreeable that one almost hates to quibble.
Appiah showed how, once you have rooted
through and refurbished all the heavy,
dusty, odd-looking furniture in liberalism’s
creaky attic—individuality, culture,
autonomy, and, above all, identity—you’d
plainly discern that liberalism’s
commitments really reside with a “rooted,”
or partial, cosmopolitanism. Here is an
ethical position that he believes pulls off
the neat trick of respecting both the
identity we provincial human beings
construct out of given materials but
likewise views materials and practices of
other people elsewhere as equally worthy of
respect - if not always necessarily
desirable.
“Cosmopolitanism” emerged in the Hellenistic
age, among the Stoics and Cynics. Two
strands “intertwine in the notion. One is
the idea that we have obligations to others,
obligations that stretch beyond those to
whom we are related by the ties of kith and
kind, or even the more formal ties of a
shared citizenship. The other is that we
take seriously the value not just of human
life but of particular human lives, which
means taking an interest in the practices
and beliefs that lend them significance. So
we should learn from others. The model for
this ethical education is “conversation,”
one that takes place across “boundaries,”
that is, conversation across identities. As
he argued in The Ethics of
Identity, “we make our lives as
men and as women, as gay and
as straight people, as
Ghanaians and as Americans, as
blacks and as whites.” What his
notion of cosmopolitanism-as-conversation
represents is a transcendental philosophy
pervading all identities. It is a mode of
interaction that encompasses both our
obligation to those beyond, as well as our
obligations to those nearest, us—thus, the
partial, or rooted, nature of the
cosmopolitanism. This intermediate position
mediates between a universalizing
internationalism, which would dissipate
rooted commitments, and “identity politics,”
which asserts the rights of a particular
group over other broader obligations.
Appiah’s role models include himself. Born
and raised in Ghana, Appiah was educated at
Cambridge University and now is a professor
of Philosophy at Princeton. His parents were
interracial. His father was Joseph Appiah, a
leading figure in the movement for Ghanaian
independence; his English mother, the late
Peggy Appiah (to whom Cosmopolitanism
is dedicated) was a charity worker and
collector of Ghanaian folklore. Many of
Appiah’s examples of a cosmopolitan
existence derive from this unusual
upbringing. One chapter, “Imaginary
Strangers,” is devoted to recounting a
“diverse” reception he and his mother
arranged for the king of Asante in Ghana.
Alan Ryan opined in The New York Review
of Books that “nobody is better placed
than Anthony Appiah to make the case for
rooted cosmopolitanism.” But Appiah’s
invocation of himself is inherently
problematic. He jokes that what most people
imagine when they hear “cosmopolitan” is “a
Comme des Garcons-clad sophisticate with a
platinum frequent-flyer card regarding, with
kindly condescension, a ruddy-faced farmer
in workman’s overalls.” What Appiah tries to
derail is the charge that cosmopolitanism is
elitist. But his class advantages are not
irrelevant. The sense that his supporters
have of Appiah being the cosmopolitan par
excellence highlights what he
discounts: that cosmopolitanism itself
constitutes an “identity.” In a real sense,
Appiah has not chosen to be a cosmopolitan.
Cosmopolitanism has instead been thrust upon
him, and he was “well-placed” to comment on
it. Henry James, another man whose
upbringing made him a ‘man of the world,’
wrote “being a cosmopolite is an accident,
but one must make the best of it…there comes
a time when one set of customs, wherever it
may be found, grows to seem to you about as
provincial as another; and then I suppose it
may be said of you that you have become a
cosmopolite.” (Still, he never stopped
writing about America.) For James,
cosmopolitanism was less a matter of an
ethical attitude than a matter of pure
Providence. Just so, Appiah was disposed
(to some extent) to espouse his rooted
cosmopolitanism. Nice work if you can get
it.
Still, there’s nothing wrong with being
cosmopolitanism, even with advantages. I
like Appiah’s optimistic vision of the
world. His model of “conversation” is
agreeable, though largely because it’s so
vague. Still, one would surely hope that
cosmopolitanism is possible for more than a
tiny minority. Appiah is unable to address
this little detail. He refers to “times
when…universal concern and respect for
legitimate difference…clash,” and notes this
is “the sense in which cosmopolitanism is
the name not of the solution, but of the
challenge.” The “challenge” becomes clear in
his chapter, “the Counter-Cosmopolitans,”
where he repudiates the all-devouring
ideological goals of al Qaeda and Christian
fundamentalists, as well as in his last
chapter, “Kindness to Strangers,” a
description of the problems facing
charitable giving from individuals and
nations to those less well-off.
In both the aforementioned chapters problems
arise that demand a more savvy political
analysis than Appiah can offer. Instead, he
dishes out bromides that only the more
comfortable among us can buy. For example,
he explains that he disagrees with
philosopher Peter Singer who devised a
utilitarian calculus on how much the better
off should give to the poor. He admits he
does “not know exactly what the basic
obligations are of each American or each
human being.” He does know that we can do
more, but also that “if all Americans or
Europeans stopped buying consumer goods, the
result would almost certainly be a collapse
of the global economy.” Well, sure: but who
is he arguing with here? This should be the
beginning of an argument, not its end. As
for humanitarian interventions he hedges
unattractively: “Perhaps we should stop
genocide, intervene when there is a mass
starvation or a great natural disaster. But
must we do more than this?” Appiah doesn’t
even pretend to know. So why read him?
Cosmopolitanism isn’t enough. Take a
stroll down to the Current Events book aisle
this season and you’ll find American
academies and policy magazines yielding a
bumper crop of foreign policy notions. Why,
there’s Francis Fukuyama hawking his
sobered-up “realistic Wilsonianism.” And
there’s the New America Foundation’s Robert
Wright peddling his dry “progressive
realism;” How about Paul Berman and his
rueful ‘post-68-styled liberal
interventionism. Or how about Peter
Beinart’s “chronic careerism”?. Nearly all
these writers espouse the “partial
cosmopolitanism” Appiah advocates, except
that they do so squarely inside the field of
politics. They are all at odds with the
imperious notion (not exclusively neo-con in
origin or influence) that the entire
international system must operate at the
whim of American interests. All these
writers—at least rhetorically—are passionate
about human rights, raising standards of
living in “Third World” nations, and
respecting the practices and values of other
cultures. So what?
A strong, progressive, and political
cosmopolitanism eludes Appiah precisely
because he wants too much to be agreeable.
The same problem afflicts the liberal
political writers too. But they at least
acknowledge what delicate Henry James
brutally recognized in his novels, that
cosmopolitanism is largely for the
privileged. Appiah’s cosmopolitanism centers
on the individual; so ultimately his book
fails to grapple with the daunting political
project that an ethics informed by a
cosmopolitan outlook would demand.. The
rights of America to stand-in for the
international community must be, in a manner
of speaking, redistributed. Cosmopolitanism
demands that the right to be cosmopolitan
extend to everyone in the world, so
Americans themselves (and Appiah too)
become, in effect, less cosmopolitan.