Mark Lilla took his career, if not his life, into his hands by writing an op-ed that he knew would make people’s heads explode. Even worse, his break from the progressive orthodoxy would mean that he was now a shitlord, racist, sexist, neo-Nazi, dog-killer and glutton-eater. Come up with a name that would make a progressive ball up in the corner and cry, and that would be LIlla.
For those of us who, like Lilla, realized that the politics of identity would never succeed, dooming us to the rule of Darth Cheeto, he looked a little too much like Gertrude. But then, he was trying to make a point, and a point is of little use if the people who need to get it won’t consider it.
But instead of crying about all the really mean names he was called, he wrote a book. Because they love us, the New York Times had Yale history prof Beverly Gage review it.
Mark Lilla, a professor of the humanities at Columbia and a frequent contributor to The New York Review of Books, says his aim is to unify today’s fractured liberals around an agenda “emphasizing what we all share and owe one another as citizens, not what differentiates us.”
Unfortunately, he does this in a way guaranteed to alienate vast swaths of his audience, and to deepen left-of-center divisions. Rather than engage in good faith with movements like Black Lives Matter, Lilla chooses to mock them, reserving a particularly meanspirited sneer for today’s campus left. “Elections are not prayer meetings, and no one is interested in your personal testimony,” he instructs “identity” activists, urging them to shut up, stop marching and “get real.”


