Since the subject of Karl Marx has come up in the last couple of posts, I thought I would share a personal story of how I first came to learn his theories. Unsurprisingly, it happened when I went to university. Since I decided to do first year sociology, hearing about Marx was not surprising. What was surprising was a certain revelation that came from our tutor, who was a self-declared Marxist.
While introducing himself in the very first class of the semester, the tutor told the class he only worked part-time at the university. His second job involved stacking shelves at one of Australia’s largest supermarket chains. He wasn’t doing it for the money, he told us. Rather, he was bringing down the system from within by stealing from the supermarket at every opportunity. This declaration of criminal activity earned a snigger from several students in the class, even though it wasn’t meant as a joke. It did sound kind of lame coming from a middle-aged man who was supposed to be in a position of authority.
Later in the semester, we finally got round to learning some Marxist theory, which our tutor delivered with great passion. By then, I’d realised that I was the odd one out in the class because I had actually done several working-class jobs before entering university. Although I couldn’t be sure, because I never asked him, I would wager that our shoplifting tutor had never worked a factory job. Meanwhile, the other students that I got to know seemed to largely be from wealthier demographics.
I’d had five years’ experience as a member of the “proletariat” by the time I started uni. Mostly, that was through my father’s small manufacturing business where I’d been working during school holidays ever since I was 13. As part of that work, I’d also seen the inside of several large manufacturing sites including with the giant Australian mining company BHP, and I’d taken a couple of other summer jobs to earn some cash.
The result of all this was that I had an unusually large amount of empirical knowledge to draw on when trying to understand Marx. I realised quickly that Marxist theory seemed to have very little to do with my lived experience of being a worker. This is not surprising when you consider that Marx himself never worked in a factory. He was an intellectual. The same was true of most of the big-name socialists: Engels, Proudhon, Bakunin, Lenin, Stalin etc. One notable exception, who we’ll return to later, is Robert Owen.
Of course, it has to be said that the conditions I faced as a worker were far superior to those which obtained when Marx was writing in the 19th century. Especially in Australia, the modern working class enjoys decent wages and conditions, generous overtime provisions, and all the other benefits that have been fought for over the last two centuries. Nevertheless, the core of Marxist theory is not about these details, and the ongoing attraction of Marx is largely theoretical and ideological in nature. Marx did get some things right, but it was the things he got wrong that stood out to me even as an 18 year old.
One of those is the concept of the alienation of labour. Marx believed that the ability to produce was what separated man from the animals. Therefore, production should be an expression of individuality. We can contrast this position with the ancient Greek philosophers for whom it was the ability to think that separated man from the beasts. Nevertheless, according to Marx, workers were alienated from their work because they didn’t get to choose what to produce. Their individuality was stifled, and their lives lacked meaning as a result.
Although I think there is a kernel of truth in this idea, what stood out to me at the time was how little alienation there had been in my lived experience of work. Marxist theory predicted that I should have been alienated, yet that wasn’t true, and I didn’t believe it to be true of most of the people I had worked with. Now that I have a lot more experience in the matter, I can confidently state that the most alienating and meaningless jobs tend to be those in the professional realm and not traditional working class employment.
Work can be physically exhausting, dirty, and dangerous, but if it’s meaningful, you don’t feel alienation. On the other hand, a high-paying, high-status job is alienating if it is meaningless. The work I had been doing in the factory was dirty, difficult, and dangerous. But it was meaningful because it produced things that were actually of value. We could see the results of the work and we knew to what purpose they would be put. That’s why nobody there was alienated.
Another reason why the factory job was not alienating was because of the camaraderie among the workers. It was this aspect that was arguably the most valuable to me at the time. The factory was an all-male affair and it gave me what amounted to an initiation into the world of manhood. I was now part of a team and I was expected to contribute. If I screwed up my part of the job, I would let everybody else down and create extra work. I had been given a small measure of responsibility and I was directly accountable to others.
That dynamic creates a tight-knit group that’s very similar to a sports team. Unlike (amateur) sports, however, if you screw up in a work setting, you become a burden to others, a fact that they will remind you about ad nauseum. Keep screwing up and you’ll lose your job. Because there are real consequences on the line, this raises the tension, but it also raises the feeling of achievement you get from successfully carrying out your part of the work. That satisfaction increases as you improve your skills and win the respect of your workmates.
Although it’s politically incorrect to speak about it these days, there’s an aspect of masculinity that is revealed in such settings. Throw a group of men together to carry out a task, and they effortlessly, unconsciously, and automatically arrange themselves into a meritocratic hierarchy. Something like this has been happening ever since the first group of men decided to get together and hunt animals, i.e., for pretty much all of human history.
I’ve never been part of a hunting party, but I’m pretty sure a small-scale factory setting bears a lot of resemblance. When you work together as a team, you learn each other’s strengths and weaknesses. As a result, everybody knows who is the strongest guy in the factory, who can fix motors or electrical devices, and who can perform this or that skill to the highest level. None of this ever gets said explicitly. To the extent that it ever gets discussed, it is always via jokes and jibes which allow room for the development of the less practical but no less important skill of taking-the-piss.
For these reasons, my initiation into the working class was not alienating at all. It was about teamwork leading to friendship, the satisfaction of building skills and knowledge which I still use to this day, and also of earning reasonable money, which was certainly a welcome bonus for a teenage boy. Although I certainly had no idea about it at the time, I now realise it was a kind of male initiation ritual, very similar to that which young men have been going through since time immemorial.
This way of viewing it also brings into doubt Marx’s theoretical opposition between capitalist and worker. If we assume that men automatically form hierarchies, then the fact that there is a manger is not surprising. In fact, there are very good practical reasons why there has to be a “boss”. There’s a reason why hunting parties, military platoons, sports teams, or manufacturing businesses all have leaders. A hierarchy is adhered to because everybody intuits that it is required to get the job done.
The problems come when somebody challenges the hierarchy, usually implying a disagreement with the implied or overt leader. It’s always astounded me how groups can form themselves so easily and work together with no explicit coordination for long periods of time and then instantly fall apart over the most trivial disagreement. We seem to have an instinct that lets us get along in groups but no instinct about how to handle conflict.
The British liberal tradition solved this problem by making work into a contract which either party could terminate. Thus, if you disagree with your boss, you can just quit. When we look back at 19th-century capitalism, however, the clear problem was that workers had no real option to quit because they had no wealth or unemployment benefits. But the more important problem was that the power dynamic between capitalists and workers massively favoured the former. Many capitalists abused that power, as most humans do when they find themselves in such a situation. That’s not a problem of capitalism, it’s a problem of human nature.
One way to address that would be to enact policies that tilt the scales in favour of the workers. If you make labour scarce, you create conditions where capitalists have to compete by offering better pay and conditions. That’s what ended up happening through unionisation and the democratic process.
However, the incremental progress of democracy did not appeal to Marx and the other socialists. They wanted to rearrange the entire political structure through a dictatorship of the proletariat, which invariably ended up becoming a dictatorship of a dictator, as the 20th century showed in great detail. In this respect, it’s worth comparing Marx and his intellectual colleagues against another prominent 19th-century socialist, Robert Owen.
Whereas Marx, Engels, and most other socialists were intellectuals, Robert Owen was born into a working-class family and received very little formal education. At the tender age of 10, he started an apprenticeship as a draper. By his late teens, he had become an entrepreneur, investing in new enterprises. By his late 20s, he owned and ran a large-scale fabric-manufacturing business.
Several things differentiate Owen from the average socialist intellectual. Firstly, he worked his way up from the bottom, doing the hard work of learning a trade and then rising through the ranks to positions of management. Owen started as a worker and then became a capitalist. His empathy for workers came from direct experience, not theoretical considerations.
Secondly, Owen’s intellectual activity was an outgrowth of this real-world experience. It was not divorced from practical concerns. Thirdly, and most importantly, Owen put his ideas into practice by changing the way he ran his company. This enabled him to try things and judge the results. Later, he would take what he had learned and launch various experiments, such as the establishment of co-operatives and intentional communities.
Because Owen was empirically testing his ideas, and because he was implementing them on a relatively small scale, he was able to judge the results with more precision and clarity. Most of his projects failed, often in very quick order. One of his associates on one project quipped that all they had done was to reproduce the French Revolution on a smaller scale. Just like the French Revolution, the projects started with grand ideals but quickly got punched in the face by reality. Meanwhile, the one area where Owen had long-term success was in the management of the business that he himself owned and was directly involved in.
Here is where the link back to Marx and Engels becomes important. One of the main overarching differences between the continental and Anglo societies of this period was that the Anglo societies, including and especially the USA, were empirical and entrepreneurial in nature. They were full of men like Owen who put theory into action and learned the pain of failure first hand. By contrast, the continental tradition was full of academics like Marx and Engels who had no practical experience in trade or organisational management but who had a lot of wonderful ideas about changing the world through political action.
Marx and Engels were the precursors to the middle-class intellectuals that have come to dominate in our time. They were born into relative wealth and were educated prior to having any real-world experience. Even though they claimed to speak on behalf of the working class, their most devoted followers were other middle and upper class people. While the working class had genuine reason to want to change the system, the middle and upper classes were actually the beneficiaries of it. Why, then, were they interested in the theories of Marx and Engels?
That is a question that probably requires a book to answer. The deeply weird kind of self-loathing that exists in our time among educated Westerners is not a new thing. It goes back at least to the start of the 19th century. One of the outcomes is that this class of people convinced themselves that it was permissible to break the established rules in the name of ideology, for example by stealing stuff from supermarkets. This was seen to be necessary in order to bring about the leap into the socialist utopia. It was in opposition to the incremental and iterative approach of capitalism and democracy.
Thus, Marx and Engels actually criticised Owen for the fact that he was a “capitalist”. It’s not hard to see that his pragmatic approach was kind of a bummer because it seemed to show that the grand theories were not all they were cracked up to be. In terms of broader social dynamics, it’s still true in our time that the leisured classes prefer to be swept up in grand ideologies rather than deal with the difficult work of organisation.
We shouldn’t neglect the romantic appeal of it all. Engels was a handsome young man who swanned about Europe speaking passionately about revolution. In the process, he enchanted more than his fair share of young ladies. He was very similar to Byron, Wagner, and the other romantic poets, philosophers, and artists of the era.
The bourgeoisie were dedicated, disciplined, and hard-working, but also mostly invisible. They had a full-time job keeping their organisations running and had little time left over for political activity. By contrast, the intellectuals were dramatic, exciting, and inspiring, and they had nothing better to do than organise political rebellion.
The contrast between these two archetypes of the romantic intellectual and the hard-nosed capitalist still sits at the heart of many current issues, although the reality is that the intellectuals have been dominant ever since WW2. One of the obvious ways in which that is true is that about a third of the public now attends university. In the post-war years, we have set about creating a society not of the bourgeoisie but of intellectuals in the vein of Marx and Engels.
The result has been predictable: ideology over pragmatism. Communist utopias are no longer fashionable, but it’s not hard to see that climate change, renewable energy, saving the world from pandemics and many other issues fit the bill. The yawning chasm between the practicalities involved and the promises of the ideology is of no concern to the intellectuals who push such schemes. Vague utopian visions with no definable criteria for success are a feature, not a bug. Political activity is the end in itself. It is the way in which dominance is exercised.
By contrast, when we look at the Robert Owenses, Thomas Edisons, or Henry Fords of the world, we find men who received almost no formal education. They were autodidacts who started life very poor, got a trade or other working-class job, and then worked their way upwards. Their skills at organisation came from practical experience, not intellectual reasoning.
Even though it was this latter demographic which built the modern world in which we live, it should be obvious that it is the ideologues who have taken over. How that happened probably also needs a whole book to answer. But there’s one unappreciated point to make.
The weird self-loathing of the intellectual class has been matched by an equally strange inferiority complex on the part of the bourgeoisie. They genuinely thought that the philosophers and intellectuals had access to a kind of knowledge that they themselves lacked. Possibly this was the result of their lack of formal schooling. As Chesterton once quipped, the point of education is to learn not to take educated people seriously. Many of the most successful bourgeoisie never had the chance to learn that lesson, and still to this day the working class happily send their children off to university to learn how to shoplift.


