If liberalism is the politics of the universal, then nationalism is the politics of the specific. It may be specific culturally or genetically or both. Its object is selected by passion not by reason and just that constitutes its legitimacy.
Thus at the core of romanticism there is a metaphysic of man. It is in
headlong confrontation with the rationalism of the Enlightenment. And
it fits in very well with the claustrophilia of the partisans of
Gemeinschaft
against
Gesellschaft. They are, after all, the advocates of specificity, of the
distinctiveness rather than the universality of culture. They are not
saying that Ruritanian culture should be universalised and adopted by
everyone. On the contrary, they are irritated when foreigners ape it and
try to penetrate it. They dislike such intruders intensely, just as they
deplore deserters from the ranks of Ruritanian culture, seduced by the
garish attractions of metropolitan civilisation. They do not claim that
their own culture is meritorious because it embodies universal values: they love it because it does
not, because it incarnates its own values, and
displays its own distinctive style, which is not the same as that of others.
And what they hate above all else are just those damned cosmopolitans,
who lack roots of their own and wish to impose their rootlessness
on others, and try to make it a universal norm in virtue of some grey
general humanity. These rootless people are, not surprisingly, engaged
in activities such as trade or thought, which lead them to these bloodless
values. But that is not for us, say the romantic nationalists: we are
rooted to the soil, peasants or warriors or both, we
feel, we do not
calculate . . . and we spurn those who do . . . and it is we who represent
true humanity, and the others are but a parody of man.
So the cult of community and specificity receives reinforcement from
the entire romantic tradition and its claim that the best, or even the only,
truly human elements are to be found in the non-reasoning aspects of
life. Reason is defied twice over: by the love of the
specific rather than the
universal, and of the
passionate rather than the
calculating. Love, or
passion, as it were, is enlisted in the political arena: political confrontations
are presented as the conflict of life with sterility, of vitality with
disease, a disease which masquerades as reason and compassion. (It was
a romantic English novelist, after all, campaigning happily for sexual
rather than nationalist liberation, who actually introduced the expression
`anti-life' to characterise cerebral attitudes he did not like.) For the
latter-day romantics, the specific and the passionate are to be pursued
not only in courtship or on the nature walk or in one's choice of
music, but also (perhaps especially) in the council chamber or the
chamber of commerce. The new spirit is to pervade the whole of social
life and not merely special reserved areas (sex, wilder forms of life); it is
to be at the service of the polity, and the polity is to serve it. Politics are
to cease being instrumental and become theatrical, ritualised, and
expressive.
- E.Gellner,
The metaphysics of romanticism