Old cronies never die, they just return to work. And so Michael Brown returns to the bureacratic canyons of Washington DC where the pudgy faced, Dockers-attired, jargon-tongued bean counters keep on keepin' on: managing those budgets , setting agendas, and reserving conference rooms. What will Brownie do now? Not sure. Will he be FEMA's backoffice bag man, chief funneler of billions to his fellow cronies? Would not shock or awe me. Will he soothe his bruised ego by listening to John Tesh albums late at night? Within the realm of possibility. Can or does he comprehend the aggravation and suffering his incompetent, line-item crazed underlings have wrought on the people who most needed help? I am doubtful.
In his Nicomachean Ethics, Aristotle points out how you must cultivate virtuous habits in order to become a good and thereby a happy person. You must do good things, recognize your weaknesses and compensate for your character flaws. You must steer your course through life the best you can. To live a flourishing life is to aspire to moral virtue, to reach the mean between the extremes of deficiency and excess. It's about character and practical activity, working with people to do good things.
The TV montages of Brownie in the limelight don't flatter; they show a pencil-pushing man "with a clipboard in his hand" (cf. Randy Newman's "Louisiana"), a man standing with his hands awkwardly resting on his hips, trying so desparately to look like he belongs there -- a man looking down, looking for cover, a face overwhelmed, defensive, unprepared. A mushy potato adrift in the details, who talks about thinking outside of the box, and talks...and talks. The box gets soggy and sinks. He never gets around to doing anything.
No golden mean was striven for in Brownieland. No self awareness. Sometimes the desire to make your best effort, wishing you were doing the best, talking earnestly about doing the best, making plans to do the best, to be implementing the doing-best agenda, isn't good enough. At some point, and in disasters this point needs to come ultra-fast, the present progressive "we are doing x,y,z" and future tense "we will do x, y, z" must resolve to past tense forms: "we did x, we fed y, and saved z". At those times, self-honesty can result in saved lives, and the noblest thing to do once you recognize your ineptitude is to cut yourself out of the situation. The paradox is the inept aren't capable of recognizing their ineptitude. That's what makes them inept. The cancer grows.
Surely, the ghost of Richard Nixon is whispering tonight: "now you won't have Mike Brown to kick around anymore, " but don't feel sorry for Brownie. He'll be just fine. He's sleeping on clean sheets with a roof over his head tonight. Save a little of your empathy for the kids stranded in New Orleans, the old, infirm, the unstable, the stray dogs left behind, the emergency responders sloshing through the shit, the evacuated, the despondent and the bloated dead.
The collective fixation on Mike Brown seems to me more than just looking for somebody to blame when awful things happen. Here's the secret: people recognize something very familiar in Brownie, a lot more than any of us could ever admit. We project our inadequacies onto the girth-challenged man in the white oxford shirt and pleated pants. I see in him flecks of myself. Brownie is a representative type -- a new icon of America's complacent classes. They're all around us: in the office parks and parking lots, the freeways and fast food joints, the soccer fields and golf courses. They're sitting in the meeting rooms with drop ceilings, and they're buckled into airplanes; they're signing off on forms and pointing fingers. Their wallets are packed with plastic, their souls comfortably saved, their hearts comfortably numb.
We're living in stupified times surrounded by zombies and drones, but we can't afford to be complacent anymore. Maybe it's time to exorcise our own inner-brownie, send it packing, ask yourself to put the clipboard down, bend a couple rules, and reach out for someone's hand -- time to do something better with your life.