By PAUL GOTTFRIED
The death of Marxist historian Eric Hobsbawm at the age of 95 two days
ago set me down memory lane. The one time I met this illustrious historian was
when Gene Genovese (who predeceased Hobsbawm
by just a few days) introduced him to me at a meeting of the American
Historical Association in Boston in 1969. I had just given a critical rejoinder
to a plea for a “humanistic Marx,” who had suffered from 19th-century German
anti-Semitism. In my response, I suggested that Marx himself had been
virulently anti-Semitic but that if one accepted his historical analysis his
personal prejudices should not seem important. After all, Marx was trying to
explain the course of human history and planning for a revolutionary future. He
was “not competing for the ADL liberal of the year award.” It seems Hobsbawm,
who was a dedicated member of the English Communist Party, agreed with my
sentiments and expressed concern about “the exotica being produced by
idiosyncratic, would-be Marxists.” Thereupon I took a liking to this dignified
gentleman in a three-piece suit, who had learned splendid English after growing
up in Vienna. He may have been a commie but he was clearly no bleeding-heart
leftist.
Moreover, I had
been reading on and off the first volume of what became his four-volume study
of the modern age since the French Revolution. This first volume, Age
of Revolution, 1789-1848 (1962),
was one of the best synthetic works on a tumultuous period in modern European
history, and unlike conventional, pro-liberal-democratic treatments of the same
sprawling subject, Hobsbawm made a strenuous attempt to integrate economic and
social change with evolving ideological fashions. Whatever his personal
politics, Age of Revolution and the succeeding volume Age
of Capital were
highly respectable scholarship. They came from a disciplined mind that operated
from a historical materialist perspective.
What is hard for
anyone who is not some kind of leftist ideologue to shove down the memory hole
is Hobsbawm’s lifelong dedication to communism, most particularly his
unswerving loyalty to Stalin’s memory. To his credit, Hobsbawm never hid his
loyalty to the Soviet experiment, and unlike his fellow Stalinist Eric Foner,
who scolded Gorbachev for dismantling the Soviet dictatorship, Hobsbawm never
grew into a fashionable, politically correct leftist. He died the communist he
became while living in Berlin in the early 1930s (or perhaps even earlier).
This shows an honesty and consistency that is admirable at some level but also
invites the deception and application of double standards that one expects from
the usual suspects. In what has become the authoritative obituary, the Guardian dwells on Hobsbawm’s impressive work as an
historian, his happy second marriage (after a failed first one and a child born
out of wedlock), and his decision to venture on to new Marxist research paths
in the 1970s. The paper also tells us that his friend and Marxist associate
Christopher Hill had dropped out of the CP by the 1970s but Hobsbawm chose a
different course. That path was of course one of total subservience to the
Soviet Union, although Hobsbawm had objected when Khrushchev in 1956 had dared
to comment on Stalin’s “cult of personality.”
One could only
imagine, as my son reminded me, what the same sources would say if Hobsbawm,
like Martin Heidegger, had once rashly come out in support of the Third Reich,
even if, as in the case of one of the West’s greatest philosophers, he had
subsequently withdrawn from politics. Obviously being a lifelong Stalinist is
not like being a temporary Nazi in 1933. It brings bouquets for one’s idealism
rather than a rash of anti-fascist tirades, masquerading as books, which are
reviewed in the elite press. But let’s not pick such an extreme example. Let’s
imagine that Hobsbawm went from being a Stalinist to something less ominous
than a fleeting Nazi enthusiast. What if he had gone from defending the gulags
to being an opponent of gay marriage? Would the Guardian have
treated him any worse when he died at 95 as a one-time “Marxist historian”? You bet it would.
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