In Trump's Second Inaugural, he had this to say:
The United States will once again consider itself a growing nation, one that increases our wealth, expands our territory, builds our cities, raises our expectations and carries our flag into new and beautiful horizons. And we will pursue our manifest destiny into the stars, launching American astronauts to plant the Stars and Stripes on the planet Mars.
And it's the lifeblood of a great nation. And, right now, our nation is more ambitious than any other. There's no nation like our nation. Americans are explorers, builders, innovators, entrepreneurs and pioneers. The spirit of the frontier is written into our hearts. The call of the next great adventure resounds from within our souls. Our American ancestors turned a small group of colonies on the edge of a vast continent into a mighty republic of the most extraordinary citizens on Earth. No one comes close. Americans pushed thousands of miles through a rugged land of untamed wilderness. They crossed deserts, scaled mountains, braved untold dangers, won the Wild West, ended slavery, rescued millions from tyranny, lifted millions from poverty, harnessed electricity, split the atom, launched mankind into the heavens and put the universe of human knowledge into the palm of the human hand. If we work together, there is nothing we cannot do and no dream we cannot achieve.
I am going to focus on this particular part of the speech. In many ways, this will miss "the point"--of the speech, of the executive orders, of Trump. I do hope by the end you will understand I am using this as a way to think very much about these issues, even if I come at them sideways.
Now, you don't need to know much history, or be particularly astute at rhetorical analysis, to see the metaphors and history of Manifest Destiny, Wild West, Final Frontier, and untamed wilderness, and hear the history of colonialism in it. The role of "settling" Mars in this discourse has been thought longer, harder, and smarter by many others. I suggest reading Mary-Jane Rubunstein's Astrotopia: The Dangerous Religion of the Corporate Space Race. For more practical objections, I suggest Kelly and Zach Weinersmith's A City on Mars (or you can just read this article for this purpose). And while not specifically on this issue, you should probably also read Pettman and Thacker's Sad Planets. Instead, I want to focus on something else. I want to look at the temporal promises from Trump's rhetoric. There is at one and the same time a promise of the science fiction future (Mars! Manifest Destiny in the effing stars!), but the future here is in service of the promises of the past. Not just the past of the wild west and the frontier, but also the past that used that same rhetoric. The Boomer nostalgia for JFK and even Nixon. The future comes to support the past (make America great, again), but the past comes to support the future. The promised future is a return to a glorious and made up past, just this time with space ships added. We have an ouroboros of temporal rhetoric--the future becoming past becoming future, all allied to celebrate the present as unalterable and inevitable.
Let's look how the power of the past works. The past is not done, and continues to have virtual powers. What does it mean to say the past is virtual? First, it is important to keep in mind that for Bergson and Deleuze (along with others, seems this distinction might go back to Duns Scotus), the virtual is not in opposition to the real, but to the actual. Both the actual and the virtual are real. As Deleuze said in Difference and Repetition: “The virtual is opposed not to the real but to the actual. The virtual is fully real in so far as it is virtual. Exactly what Proust said of states of resonance must be said of the virtual: "Real without being actual, ideal without being abstract"; and symbolic without being fictional." The virtual is that which has real effects on the actual, but are not themselves actual things. For Bergson, memory serves an important example of this. As John Ó Maoilearca entertainingly begins his book:
Having rehearsed my clarification of Bergsonism a number of times previously, its dénouement was always at the point when I would explain how, ordinarily, “we think that memory is the mental faculty that allows us to recall the past, whereas, for Bergson . . .” But here, my listener interrupted and finished the sentence for me: “whereas with Bergson, memory is when the past recalls us. Yes, yes.”(p. 1)
So, for example, Bergson writes that "pure memories, as they become actual, tend to bring about, within the body, all the corresponding sensations. But these virtual sensations themselves, in order to become real, must tend to urge the body to action and to impress upon it those movements and attitudes of which they are the habitual antecedent. (Matter and Memory, p.130). What does that mean? Think back to an embarrassing episode (sorry to ask that!). Now how do you feel? Notice how the memory creates actual sensations in your body. Under this view, the past is not inert and over. The past is not actually still doing things, but it is virtually still with us, and it is having real effects. As Faulkner's famous quotation goes, "The past is never dead. It's not even past."
An interesting intervention about the virtual powers of the past and memory is taken up in Paolo Virno's long reading of Bergson in Dèjà Vu and the End of History. Déjà vu is, of course, the feeling that you have already experienced something before. You feel yourself encoding the world around you as a memory. You turn the present in that moment already into the past, and an uncanny feeling creeps into you. Virno, in his reading of Bergson on this issue, In Virno's trademark verbosity:
In the experience of déjà vu, it is only the fantastical ‘once upon a time’ that holds stage. Those who are sheepishly obsequious to what has been, are in effect obsequious to ‘now’ itself, projected back in time. And in so far as we have a memory of this ‘now’ already as we experience it, it constitutes an illusory and yet overbearing ‘back then’ (indeed, it is overbearing because it is illusory), faced with which we must inevitably behave mimetically. In the epoch in which the perceived present seems to have to retrace the remembered present, with the scruple of the epigone and the destructive melancholy of the late-flowering fruit, people indulge in a resignation-streaked fatalism. (p. 43)
In other words, when we treat the past as a glorious tradition that must be replicated, we shrink the present to non-existence. We make the present as inevitable, as if it has already happened (just as our feeling of déjà vu). We lose any sense of ourselves as agents of history, as beings capable of intervening in the present and creating a different future. Instead, we become a kind of historical re-enactor. While the virtual powers of the past, haunted with injustices that must righted, can serve as ways of scrambling the present and showing its contingent moment (this is the goal of Foucault style genealogy), the virtual power of the past can also be mobilizes to suffocate the present, to glorify power and make the present inevitable. The powers of the past can silence the cries of the ghosts with unfinished business by making us all zombies to replicate the demands of the glorified past.
But what about the future? In Steven Shaviro's recent magnum opus, Fluid Futures, he reads the situation this way:
Remarkably, Whitehead (who most likely never read Proust) uses a similar phrase to describe real (as opposed to general) potentiality. He writes that “the future is merely real, without being actual; whereas the past is a nexus of actualities” (Whitehead 1978). There is evidently a philosophical difference here, since Deleuze, following Bergson, associates potentiality (or the virtual) with the past, while Whitehead associates potentiality with the future. [...] Events in the world can call upon potentialities, and in effect strive to embody them; but these potentialities cannot on their own account promote themselves, or influence anything that happens. They have no intrinsic being, and hence no proper force. They need to be invited into actuality. We must imagine them, and then strive to put them into practice. In this way, Whitehead extends the notion of the virtual (though he does not use this word) beyond the limits of Bergson’s (and Deleuze’s) ontological memory. Rather, he envisions a sort of reservoir of potentialities, real without being actual, that call to us more from the future than from the past. (235, 237).
So, for Shaviro's Whitehead we can see a similar ontology of virtual/actual as with Deleuze (even if Whitehead doesn't use that language). But whereas Deleuze/Bergson sees the power of virtuality in the past and in memory, Whitehead sees it in the potentiality of the future (and the "past is a nexus of actualities"). The power of the future, however, has "no intrinsic being," and must be "invited into actuality." In a way, we summon forth the virtual power of the future be envisioning it, by shaping it, by calling it forth. All of which sounds good, but there is, of course, a catch.
As Mark Fisher, following Bifo, has contended, the future as an aesthetic category has ended. As Fisher puts it in Ghosts of My Life, "time keeps moving, but somehow the future never comes" (this was explored in my long post on ghosts and haunting). The future, robbed of its liberatory aesthetic potential, has come to be only a series of catastrophes (a sort of inverted Benjamin Angel). It is easy enough to understand how the idea of future catastrophe has virtual power over the present. We just went through a snow storm here in South Georgia, and before it hits, all the water and bread is sold out at the stores. But it was also predicated to hit two weeks before, and all the water and bread got sold out, even though it never hit that time. It was the prediction that causes the behavior. As Richard Grussin argues, this is not just prediction, but premediation. Premediation is that understanding that media has us experience the future already, training us for the catastrophe coming. We are treated to meditating on the future crisis not to stop it, but to make us feel it it inevitable, and that we have already accepted it. But let's go back to Trump.
He is not making a prediction of catastrophe. Quite the opposite, Trump is promising a glorious future, a future made possible because the present shall revitalize the glorious past, and sweep aside all who don't belong. It is a future that is really a promise to return to a made up past, but still, a future. Fisher tells us the future never comes, but for the right wing, there is a promise of a future. The hope provided is cynical and cruel, and specifically annihilates the conditions for life for many, but somehow, there is still a promise of hope and future. And all of this built around a present that seems impossible to be otherwise.
He has two antagonists: the first presses him from behind, from the origin. The second blocks the road ahead. He gives battle to both. To be sure, the first supports him in his fight with the second, for he wants to push him forward, and in the same way the second supports him in his fight with the first, since he drives him back. But it is only theoretically so. For it is not only the two antagonists who are there, but he himself as well, and who really knows his intentions? His dream, though, is that some time in an unguarded moment – and this would require a night darker than any night has ever been yet – he will jump out of the fighting line and be promoted, on account of his experience in fighting, to the position of umpire over his antagonists in their fight with each other. (Arendt, Between Past and Future, p.7).
Here we have a story that is about time, in which the past and the future are both active forces, seeking to fight each other, and in so doing, begin to crush the presence (or present) of the narrator. Arendt would go on to explain:
The story [...] records a mental phenomenon, something which one may call a thought-event. The scene is a battleground on which the forces of the past and the future clash with each other; between them we find the man whom Kafka calls "he," who, if he wants to stand his ground at all, must give battle to both forces. Hence, there are two or even three fights going on simultaneously: the fight between "his" antagonists and the fight of the man in between with each of them. However, the fact that there is a fight at all seems due exclusively to the presence of the man, without whom the forces of the past and of the future, one suspects, would have neutralized or destroyed each other long ago. (p. 10).
We are active, historical agents. And the virtual powers of the past and the future can make the present seem an mere epiphenomenon. This is why, following Santos, our task is to expand the present. I understand the world right now seems terrible. We have an administration that is scapegoating and targeting the most vulnerable, while treating the government as one big con to make billionaires even richer. We have a resurgent and overt white supremacy movement and masses that yearn for fascism that seems more mainstream than at any point in my life. All of this is happening on a background of the breakdown of the non-human world. The earth is warming, diseases keep spreading, and our reaction is to build mega-factory farms. Expanding the present means finding all things worth celebrating. It means finding the concrete reasons for hope in the present. We must strive to find the tendencies, the possibilities, and the realities of the present that can actually create a better tomorrow. If all we have now is shit, then there is no promise of a better tomorrow. We can not simply engage in critique and pessimism about the present and then promise a better tomorrow simply because it is tomorrow. That is, again, the worst kind of utopia, a true nowhere. So we must find in the now the elements that allow us to rewire the temporalities that we have been given--something that produces novelty and difference against the idea that the present is inevitable this and the future inevitably thus.
One way to attend to Bloch is to keep in mind his warning that “we must of course distinguish between the merely cognitively or objectively Possible and the Real-Possible”; whereas the former “cannot be discounted,” only the latter “has in process-reality a corresponding element: that of the mediated Novum”. [...]Bloch’s Real-Possible is somewhat like Whitehead’s real potentiality; it is a positive tendency that is already implicit in the actual woof and warp of things, even if it has not — or not yet — been made actual. The Real-Possible involves, Bloch says, an active “process-reality, and not a fact-basedness torn out of it which is reified and made absolute." The Real-Possible offers us no guarantees; it is unrealized and devoid of teleological necessity. But if we look at things really carefully, we can discern its incipient emergence, pushing beyond “what is fixedly existing and what has fixedly become”. The Real-Possible might not ever come to pass, but in a certain sense it already trembles on the verge of realization. (251)