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161 pages, Kindle Edition
First published December 30, 2008
For Lincoln had, by a long and battlesmoke-stained path, discovered that liberal democracy was not an end in itself, as though merely counting noses was the last word in any political question; nor was it merely a means that permitted the greatest number to acquire the greatest level of insipid material contentment. There is evil to be confronted in this world, irrational and spiritualistic as it may sound, and without a willingness to name evil as evil, liberal rationality will stand, hesitating, before the seeming-reasonableness that evil manufactures like a squid’s cloud of ink. “Moral principle,” Lincoln reminded his fellow opponents of slavery in 1856, “is all that unites us,” because if mere economic calculation guided democratic choice, then the blandishments of slavery would win every time. To kill slavery, a democracy had to believe it was wrong - not just inconvenient or unpopular, but wrong. No lesser energy would suffice. No lesser energy, in fact, would ultimately ensure “that this nation under God, shall have a new birth of freedom,” since a new birth was, in evangelical terms, the complete renovation and restoration of a peoples’ dedication to “government of the people, by the people, for the people,” and the only real guarantee that it “shall not perish from the earth.”
In an era disenchanted with reason, yet incapable of believing in any form of transcendence except the exalted violence of terrorism, Lincoln’s liberalism has the aroma of some old medicine, blended and pounded by hand in an alabaster mortar, unused by those accustomed to quicker and more antiseptic remedies, or dismissed by the angry and the anxious who lack all scale of time. But like those antique potions, it may be the only nostrum under heaven that saves us alive.