I get to the passage where Miranda recalls teaching Caliban
to speak:
Miranda:
... I pitied thee;Caliban:
Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour
One thing or other: when thou didst not (savage)
Know thine own meaning; but would gabble, like
A thing most brutish, I endow’d thy purposes
With words that made them known...
You taught me language and my profit on’tAnd I thought to myself: What a virtuoso passage! Aren’t we all always Miranda, and Caliban too? Don’t we strive restlessly to give opportunities to ourselves, to better ourselves? And don’t we all misuse or squander the opportunities?
Is, I know how to curse: the red plague rid you
For learning me your language.
But then I realize the brutality of the comparison. For
Caliban, who is trapped, and whose physical freedom is exterminated, can
language amount to more than an extra facet of enslavement? There is a
technique of colonial management that was developed to maximum sophistication
by the British, who taught the Brahman elites of colonized India to speak and
read English. The deliberate aim was to create a class of Indians who “thought
British.” Nietzsche said that all thought is trapped in the “prison house of
language,” meaning that thought always flows through language’s canals and
channels. If that is true, then Miranda did not only teach Caliban language,
but also, perhaps, dug furrows in his mind.
Language could rebound to Caliban’s advantage; the
colonizer’s weapon could always fall into the hands of the colonized. Yesterday
in 1789, the French third estate stormed the Bastille, shouting: “liberté,
égalité, fraternité.” Two years later, the black slaves working the
sugar plantations of Haiti used the same slogan when overthrowing their French
masters.
Language has a finite number of combinations, but infinite
speakers—that's the trouble. It is like the subway, which has a fixed set of
routes but endless riders. You are inevitably reusing lines already used
millions of times. When you are taught a language you are shackled to the
language’s past. For Caliban, that past is decidedly inhospitable. And Caliban
will never develop his own language, for the teacher has what the game
theorists call “the first proposer’s advantage.” The first solution to a
problem gets adopted a high percentage of the time, even if the proposal is
unfair. Proposing an alternative solution is a perverse waste of
resources—reinventing the wheel.
The only appropriate response is defiance: “the red plague rid you / for learning me your language.” Brooklyn is full of Calibans: rebels against an inherited way of being, who will ultimately wind up disappointed repeaters of the past.
The only appropriate response is defiance: “the red plague rid you / for learning me your language.” Brooklyn is full of Calibans: rebels against an inherited way of being, who will ultimately wind up disappointed repeaters of the past.
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