In Pursuit: Of Happiness and Good Government. Charles Murray

      

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      In Pursuit: Of Happiness and Good Government

      Charles Murray

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      This book is published by Liberty Fund, Inc., a foundation established to encourage study of the ideal of a society of free and responsible individuals.

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      Contents

Prologue

PART ONE: “THE HAPPINESS OF THE PEOPLE”

1 Measuring Success in Social Policy

2 Coming to Terms with Happiness

PART TWO: WHEN THERE IS BREAD

3 Enabling Conditions and Thresholds

4 Material Resources

       5 Safety

       6 Dignity, Self-Esteem, and Self-Respect

       7 Enjoyment, Self-Actualization, and Intrinsic Rewards

       PART THREE: TOWARD THE BEST OF ALL POSSIBLE WORLDS

       8 Policy and an Idea of Man

       9 Asking a New Question, Getting New Answers: Evaluating Results

       10 Asking a New Question, Getting New Answers: Designing Solutions

       11 Searching for Solutions That Work: Changing the Metaphor

       12 Little Platoons

       13 “To Close the Circle of Our Felicities”

       Acknowledgments

       Notes

       Index

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Prologue

      The roots of this book go down twenty years. It was the spring of 1968 in Thailand, an insurgency was in progress in the northeastern part of the country, and the Thai and American governments were pouring resources into rural development—the Thai version of winning the hearts and minds of the people. Fresh out of the Peace Corps, I was leading the fieldwork for a case study of four villages. We wanted to interview villagers about the development projects in their communities and, more generally, about what they thought of the Thai officials in their district. We wouldn’t try to force the villagers’ responses into multiple-choice boxes; rather, we would just let them talk and then we would write down what they said, however they chose to say it.

      After a few weeks in our first set of two villages, I was convinced the research was going to be a failure. The interviews were turning up only the most casual mentions of either the development projects or government officials. We weren’t going to have enough data to analyze. So the Thai interviewers and I tried a variety of fixes. None worked. We were confident that the villagers were being candid with us, but probe as we might, the conversation kept veering away from the topics that were important to us. Instead, the villagers talked at length about the affairs of the village. Sometimes it was about the family next door, the price of kenaf, or the new bus service into the market town. Often it was about governance—not the governance of the nation or of the district, however, but governance of the village.

      The accounts that unfolded were far different from the ones I had expected. For while my two years in the Peace Corps had taken me to many villages, I had always approached them as a “change agent,” as that role was called in those days. We change agents had been enjoined to “consider the needs of the people” and “encourage local participation,” much as change agents back in the States were calling for “maximum feasible participation” in community development

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      projects. But my experience had been that villagers seemed never to get anything done. Give a project to the village, and it would bog down. Now, with the chance to sit back and just listen, I was hearing about all the things that village headmen and committees (their committees, home-grown) did when the change agents weren’t around. They ranged from major projects like building a reservoir to day-to-day functions like reconciling marital disputes. Sometimes the mechanisms were sophisticated: progressive taxation to finance repairs to a village hall, renting a grader to make a road, designating one villager to go away to learn brickmaking so he could teach the others. Sometimes the mechanisms were simple. Not everything was always done well. In one of the two villages, the main topic of conversation was how to remove an incompetent headman. But good or bad, the governance of the village’s affairs was at the center of interest.

      As the interviews accumulated, I had to face the fact that the villagers’ concerns were anchored in things that we weren’t asking questions about. Then another thought hit me: They were right. The conditions that made for a happy or unhappy village had much more to do with the things they were interested in than with the things I was interested in.

      My small epiphany had nothing to do with theories of social change, just the simple truth that Alexis de Tocqueville had in mind when he began his examination of American political institutions, one hemisphere and more than a century removed. “It is not by chance that I consider the township first,” he wrote in Democracy in America:

      The township is the only association so well rooted in nature that wherever men assemble it forms itself. Communal society therefore exists among all peoples, whatever be their customs and laws. Man creates kingdoms and republics, but townships seem to spring directly from the hand of God.¹

      Had I read Tocqueville