Andrew Klavan has a remarkable column in the L.A. Times welcoming in from the cold of modern liberalism, David Mamet, one of America's most prolific (and best) playwrights, directors and screenwriters. It is well worth reading.But you must then skip on over and read Mamet's story in his own striking words, a transformation from a "brain-dead liberal" into a man who desires to live more honestly and consistently with himself, a man who retains much skepticism of the right yet who acknowledges Thomas Sowell as "our greatest contemporary philosopher."
Below I print a few excerpts from Mamet's lengthy article in the Village Voice. I'm pretty sure you'll find several items which remain unsatisfactory, even displeasing, in the piece but there's no doubt that such a high-level "confession" from the world of American letters is of startling significance.
...As a child of the '60s, I accepted as an article of faith that government is corrupt, that business is exploitative, and that people are generally good at heart.
These cherished precepts had, over the years, become ingrained as increasingly impracticable prejudices. Why do I say impracticable? Because although I still held these beliefs, I no longer applied them in my life. How do I know? My wife informed me. We were riding along and listening to NPR. I felt my facial muscles tightening, and the words beginning to form in my mind: Shut the *&%#* up. "?" she prompted. And her terse, elegant summation, as always, awakened me to a deeper truth: I had been listening to NPR and reading various organs of national opinion for years, wonder and rage contending for pride of place. Further: I found I had been—rather charmingly, I thought—referring to myself for years as "a brain-dead liberal," and to NPR as "National Palestinian Radio."
This is, to me, the synthesis of this worldview with which I now found myself disenchanted: that everything is always wrong.
But in my life, a brief review revealed, everything was not always wrong, and neither was nor is always wrong in the community in which I live, or in my country. Further, it was not always wrong in previous communities in which I lived, and among the various and mobile classes of which I was at various times a part.
And, I wondered, how could I have spent decades thinking that I thought everything was always wrong at the same time that I thought I thought that people were basically good at heart? Which was it?...
And I realized that the time had come for me to avow my participation in that America in which I chose to live, and that that country was not a schoolroom teaching values, but a marketplace.
"Aha," you will say, and you are right. I began reading not only the economics of Thomas Sowell (our greatest contemporary philosopher) but Milton Friedman, Paul Johnson, and Shelby Steele, and a host of conservative writers, and found that I agreed with them: a free-market understanding of the world meshes more perfectly with my experience than that idealistic vision I called liberalism....
