Jackson Lears - Editor's Notes

Having described the fall of Raritan as accurately and tersely as possible in my last Note, it is time for me to yield the floor to our contributors and readers. One of my greatest pleasures in this increasingly grim time has been reading their letters of condolence on the closure of this magazine. Their messages reveal the depth and strength of the intellectual community that Raritan collaborated with them in creating.

I am writing to report the sad news that Raritan will cease publication after the Late Spring 2025 issue, the last under my editorship. The reason is straightforward: I am not willing to let the magazine limp forward after my departure with inadequate funding, a pale reflection of its former self. That, I believe, would have been the consequence of allowing the Rutgers administration to implement its austerity agenda, which would have left us with only one full-time staffer. Comparable journals--Kenyon Review, Yale Review, American Scholar--employ staffs of anywhere from four to seven. I spent most of the past year attempting to negotiate alternative revenue sources with high-level administrators, to no avail. Better to shut the magazine down, I decided, than to accept a prescription for chaos and mediocrity.

It is hard to draw breath in this historical moment without feeling suffocated by sadness and anger—not to mention helplessness. The heavily armed state of Israel is systematically murdering the unarmed civilians of Gaza and reducing their neighborhoods to rubble.

At what feels like an apocalyptic moment, the nation that has always claimed to play a uniquely redemptive role in world history has suddenly been recast in a different mold. In the richest country on earth, the effects of the COVID-19 pandemic have turned out to be peculiarly catastrophic. For once, America can truly claim to be exceptional. No other nation is facing as dire a combination of medical and economic calamities.

1968 is back. Its fiftieth anniversary has produced a flood of books, articles, memoirs, even performance art. The dramatis personae in these narratives rarely vary: along with the inescapable public figures there are recurring representatives of the restless young—the SDS, the Yippees, the self-styled Maoists, the devotees of Che. I seldom see myself or anyone I knew in these accounts, though I turned twenty-one in 1968 and was profoundly affected by the events of that era.

In the contemporary United States, as in most modern societies, collective memory is always under construction. The contributors to the project are academics, journalists, politicians, business executives, media professionals, and other public figures who have access to institutions with the power to disseminate ideas about the past. They create narratives that purport to explain how we became who we are. This requires selective remembering and systematic forgetting.

While reading proofs for this issue in August, a friend asked me whether I felt that my work at Raritan was “doing something” to stay politically engaged. She was in a woeful mood--the white supremacist rally in Charlottesville, Virginia, had just occurred and the news cycle was toggling between images and descriptions of the violence, and reports on the indulgent, deliberately provocative response by Donald Trump. My friend wondered whether working at Raritan felt meaningful in such a political and social climate or whether it felt too far removed from the “real” world. Her question surprised me, but I didn’t have to think too hard about my answer. I just had to turn to the proof pages at hand.

"Unpredictably, but with purpose"—the last line of James Longenbach's remarkable poem "The Academy," which you'll find on page 129 of our Summer number—aptly describes the way an issue of Raritan comes together. "Unpredictably" for many reasons: we don't know what manuscripts will come in unsolicited; the imperatives to publish one piece over another vary from issue to issue; we don't plan theme issues; the line-up in our queue can change unexpectedly. "With purpose" because there is an ineffable but real Raritan spirit that governs the editorial process, from the selection of manuscripts down to the line edits.

Donald Trump embodies a rogues’ gallery of cartoonish figures: the confidence man, the master of misdirection, the buffoonish big shot, the demonic clown. But he is a clown with a semiautomatic assault weapon. In pursuing terrorists, his predecessors in the White House have provided this president with the tools to pursue executive tyranny. Trump is up to the job; his temperament is oligarchic rather than managerial. His explosive mix of appetite and impulse makes him an embodiment of license. He gives a green light to eruptions of anger that menace the least powerful groups in our society. There are innumerable reasons to challenge his reign, but what seems most menacing to me is Trump’s eagerness to strengthen and deploy the militarized police state that has been emerging alongside the “war on terror.”

This issue of Raritan marks the centenaryofWorld War !-"every historian's Great War;' as Eugene Genovese remarked in one of those simplifications that nevertheless contain a core of truth. The essays in this issue by Andrew J. Bacevich, Casey Nelson Blake, Michael Kazin, and Lawrence Rosenwald all reflect on the war's significance in ways that pose alternatives to the contemporary American consensus-which holds, in effect, that World War I was a botched rehearsal for America's later, long-running role as the guardian of world order. Despite scholarly challenges, that consensus has not changed in seventy years.