“Have you ever been in a jail?” - Robinson’s Metamorphosis, p. 11.

Prof. Moglen suggested answering a question, so I’ll answer this one: Yes.

I was part of a group of about 40 union staff people who chained ourselves together on the ramp to I-95 in downtown Stamford at evening rush hour. It was a civil disobedience to support a janitors strike. The janitors could not get arrested themselves because they were undocumented immigrants. The police came and cut us out of the chains and arrested us.

The cells were too small for us, so they put us in the police station garage. We were in there about five hours. While it was uncomfortable to stand for so long in a smelly place wearing handcuffs, and no one wanted to use the jail toilet (the toilets are out in the open so the police can watch you), we were all chattering and having a pretty good time. If we needed to scratch our faces, we would ask someone else’s permission to rub it against his/her shoulder. I confess to having deliberately tried to chafe my wrists against the cuffs. I was hoping to have little red marks the next day so I could show off to my strikers that I had done something nobler for them than just replacing the bullhorn batteries and driving the strike van.

About three hours in, two policemen marched through the garage escorting three “real” prisoners. They wore green jumpsuits and were shackled together at the wrists and ankles. They were all black men. We were mostly white women. They looked across the garage and stared at us. We stared at them. Then they burst out laughing and, a second later, so did we. We waggled our hands at each other in modified handcuff-waves. I thought it was gracious of them to laugh.

We got released around 1am and went home. Our bail was $6400, and we pled to Obstruction of Free Passage. The union paid our fines. About a week later, the strikers won. They got a 46% pay raise, from $6.15 to $9 an hour, and employer-paid individual health care. Also an ass-grabber supervisor got put in his place by women who didn’t think they had to take it anymore now that they were union members.

The next time I got arrested was not cute and fun like the first time. Despite the unpleasantness, I do like to boast about my record (yes, this is partly an ego trip), so I will probably write about that too some other time.

NB: if you are going to get arrested, don’t drink a lot of water beforehand, because you might be lucky enough to get released before having to use the toilet. Bring nothing more than your driver’s license in your pocket. Anything else such as a wallet they will confiscate and you will have trouble getting it back. Also, do not wear shoelaces, a belt, long underwear, or anything else you could use to hang yourself/garrot someone else, because they will take those things too.

If we reject all external sources of meaning as bullshit (and we may have good reason to do so), and refuse to care at all what anyone thinks, then this is freedom, on Professor Moglen’s view. The validity and attractiveness of this position are best addressed elsewhere, but the application and consequences of this view are my concern here. This kind of freedom replaces external means of self-validation for internal means of self-validation; this is potentially problematic. If the source of our values and self worth is exclusively internal, this creates a troubling solipsistic perspective through which one engineers whatever reality is most satisfying to the ego. Which is to say, rejecting the law school/corporate rat-race “bullshit” does not free you from ego needs- it’s just a cleverer way of feeling superior. I think Robinson is a very clear example of how this devolves into egomania-- or, at the very least, insufferable self-aggrandizement.

What’s worse, this sort of dissociation is hostile to moral constraints. For example, doesn’t this perspective necessarily commit itself to saying that the bigoted propagandist (from the article we read) would be a good lawyer? Or that, values aside, he is the kind of advocate we are supposed to be? He certainly embodies the kind of strategic systemic consciousness that this course promotes.

My question is: if what “freedom” looks like is the rejection of external sources of value, then where do we draw the line? Maybe we don’t need to hear that we should extricate ourselves from a world of bullshit, because the bullshit isn’t really the issue. We are. Maybe we need to hear something more difficult: it’s time to get over ourselves.

-- AlisonMoe - 09 Feb 2010