Malcolm Harris, “pseudo-celebrity,” and kulaks

“Écrasez l’infâme!”
["Crush the infamous!"]
— Voltaire

So it looks like I am coming really late to this latest piece of juicy gossip concerning Malcolm Harris and Rachel Rosenfelt of The New Inquiry, appearing largely on Doug Henwood‘s wall. I have no idea whether there is any truth to these claims, or whether this is a fabrication (with Harris, you never know, it might just be a publicity stunt). Mark Ames of the eXile wrote up a scathing, albeit rambling, indictment of Harris on the Not Safe for Work Corporation — preserved in its entirety here.

Certainly I don’t want to perpetuate a baseless rumor. I’m all too familiar with the kind of deliberate distortions, smears, and empty insinuations that go on amongst knitting circles on the Left.

Still, the original write-up Rachel did promoting the talents of her young writer friend (I always thought he was her boyfriend?) is pretty shocking to read through, in terms of the ridiculous hyperbole with which she inflates his meager abilities and accomplishments:

From: Rachel Rosenfelt Date: October 25, 2011 1:04:42 PM PDT
To: …@gmail.com
Subject: Malcolm Harris

Kathleen,

It was great chatting with you yesterday! Here’s the write up on Malcolm Harris:

Malcolm Harris is one of the most talked about young writers today. He has been on the vanguard of the #occupywallstreet movement well before day one of the Zuccotti part encampment began. His social media savvy and tactics flips the equation when it comes to the so-called influence of media on the youth. With Malcolm Harris at the helm, we are witnessing a new media movement where it’s the youth that’s influencing — and manipulating — the mainstream media to enact what has become a global uprising of youth demanding the change that was promised to them in 2008.

As an editor at Sharable.net, Harris brought politically savvy coverage of the protest movements in Spain and Greece to the attention of the young digerati who would eventually work alongside Harris in New York City to facilitate the first planning meeting for #occupywallstreet. In the intervening months, Harris has earned the reputation he has today as the Naomi Klein of the 21st century, with his instant-classic article, “Bad Education,” which went viral in April of 2011 and remains the most cited article on the student debt crisis today (listen to Harris debate the issue on NPR here).

Once the occupation was underway, Harris’ article in the Jacobin Magazine, “Occupied Wall Street: Some Tactical Thoughts” spelled out a strategy that has since helped to give the movement the force and coherence it needed to self-sustain, even without the benefit of mainstream media attention. The turning point, however, was when Harris and a group of his collaborators posed as Radiohead’s manager, notified the media the band would play Zuccotti park, and caused tens of thousands of youths — as well as news cameras and big media attention — to turn out. Read Harris’ reflections on the tactic here.

Harris’ forthcoming book, (title TBD) is about the student debt crisis, global uprising, new media and #occupywallstreet (title TBD) and he acted as editor of the book, Share or Die: Youth in Recession.

He speaks for $5,000, not including travel and accommodations. Let me know if you have any futher questions. :)

Regards,
Rachel Rosenfelt

The Lavin Agency
Making the World a Smarter Place
rrosenfelt@thelavinagency.com
www.thelavinagency.com
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Now I have nothing against Rachel, who I barely know, but about this breathtaking bit of exaggeration (or delusion), Anthony Galluzzo hit the nail on the head: “That piece of fiction was the funniest thing I’ve read in years. She [Rachel] should drop the saloniste act and go into PR. Harris single-handedly fulfillled the dashed expectations of 2008: anarcho-Obama.”

Bhaskar summarized the incident in a blog post that appeared over at In These Times, while also providing something in the way of a critique of the “pseudo-celebrity” status some activists and commentators have attained through their involvement in recent political movements. The activist/analytic pseudo-celebrity, a term introduced in this context by Doug Henwood and then taken up by Bhaskar, finds its apotheosis in a figure like Malcolm. I have nothing really to add to their comments besides what Bhaskar already wrote about the significance of Harris’ insignificant but highly-publicized political persona to radical movements today. While I agree that this is whole affair is hardly a legitimate argument against Malcolm Harris’ politics or thought (does he have either?), I must admit that I’ve found this all is pretty funny.

Rather than try to ascertain the political content of this overblown hullabaloo, which I am convinced is zilch, all I have to add is a personal anecdote recounting one encounter (it feels more like a “run-in”) I had with “the Naomi Klein of the 21st century.” This may be a little gossipy, but oh what the hell:

I remember at one of The New Inquiry‘s posh, super-exclusive literary salons on the Upper East Side (shortlist and all) that Pam managed to finagle us into, I made some throwaway, offhand remark that so enraged Malcolm that he physically threatened me. Which becomes much funnier once you consider the height and size differential between us. I had criticized the idea of purely local agricultural production as a viable alternative to global networks of food distribution, to which he raised some ill-informed objection about what was to be done with the “kulaks” (rather pronouncedly mispronouncing the word), assuming with smug condescension that Soviet history would be something I was utterly ignorant about.

He was wrong.

In what was admittedly a pretty childish move, I calmly corrected his pronunciation of the word and jokingly assured him that there was no kulak problem at all: Obviously (obviously!), they’d be sent East and we’d just let the GULag sort them out. This bit of pedantry and black humor on my part — which, it’s true, was probably in poor taste — pissed him off to the point that he advised me to “insurrect” my “ivy league education.” Not that I hold it against him, but coming from Malcolm, who graduated from an expensive private school, this all seemed a bit “rich.” For some reason it was just really funny to me, and I burst out laughing at his suggestion.

This didn’t improve his mood. He then told me that if I did not voluntarily leave the party, he would “make me.” I was unimpressed, and so we ended up staying another half-hour or so while he fumed and paced back and forth in the corner. Needless to say, my name was removed from the VIP list of approved invitees, so this was the last of the two literary salons they held that I was able to attend.

Now obviously anecdote and hearsay are no substitutes for the serious work of criticism, and perhaps my account of things may seem unverifiable. There were plenty of other people there that night, though, so I’m not sure if anyone else who was there shares my recollection, or if they remember things differently.

CORRECTION: Malcolm rightly protested my suggestion that he went to a private school. I was in the wrong: Malcolm went to the University of Maryland, which is not a private school. But seeing as he made a similar mistake some months back, suggesting that I belonged to an “ivy grad program,” when I went to UChicago (not an Ivy School), I feel that turnabout’s fair play. As you can see:

“insurrect your ivy grad program”

4 thoughts on “Malcolm Harris, “pseudo-celebrity,” and kulaks

  1. Wow, posting gossip on the internet in lieu of substantive critique sure is convenient, no? Also, that account doesn’t, in fact, belong to Malcolm Harris any more and hasn’t for some time.

    • As you’ll see, the Twitter back-and-forth was from all the way back in March. If you look at the rest of that exchange you can see obviously that it’s Malcolm.

      Someone asked me to post this, and so I did. It’s adapted from a Facebook post I made. And I think I say several times here that this is not critique and does not in any way discredit Harris.

  2. Ames, yes… but he’s small fry compare to Taki’s Magazine Editor, Jim Goad (aged 50).

    He is an outspoken advocate of beastiality. He openly boasts of spreading peanut butter on his genitals and having dogs fellate him.

    He also enjoys sexual liasions with the mentally ill. While married to an insane woman who was dying of cancer, he sought comfort in the arms of an even crazier woman – herself widely known around Portland for publicly fellating dogs. He ended this relationship by crushing her eyesocket (“bitch-beating” he calls it), and was subsequently sent to prison.

    Upon release from prison, he immediately began a relationship with yet another insane woman. A custody battle over their dogs ensued.

    You can read about much of it here.

    He can also be seen here (around 15:35) sadistically tormenting a homeless prostitute:

    Between prison and Taki, he worked in the pornographic industry. He wrote an article about preteen sexuality for Vice magazine, after which he was let go. At Takimag he wrote an article about a preteen gang-rape victim, referring to her with the phrase: “teeny-tiny turkey twat.”

    It was widely viewed that the “American Conservative” magazine failed because it didn’t appeal to young people. Curiously, the radical far-right fringe has decided to invest in Jim Goad. While he is clearly interested in young people, it would appear that young people these days are more interested in Obama than beastiality, pedophilia, and racism.

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