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While defining terms is always ambiguous, as any Socratic analysis of a potential virtue might be, I’m going to look at the concept of “strength” as a binary of two distinct yet related characteristics. On the one hand, strength is the capacity to act; as power. On the other hand, strength is the capacity to endure; as resilience. To wit, the gym maxim of “no pain, no gain” highlights the resilience of strength, and the sculpted muscular physique that results from that endurance represents nicely its power. Strength as pains; strength as gains.

What would Jesus bench?

The symbolism of the weightlifting process and therefore the inextricability of this binary is often used to justify strength as a virtue. Might does not make right but is right. The strong are virtuous because they have suffered in order to gain that strength. Think of the white man confronted with his privilege who defensively brings up all he has struggled. Or Elon Musk, who now denies that his father owned shares in an emerald mine despite admitting as much in an interview in 2014. The illusion of meritocracy demands that those at the top must have earned that position in order for a just universe to exist. Might must be right because the moral foundations of our vastly unequal society would crumble otherwise. The justification for their power has to be their resilience, the binary of strength holding this rotted-out house of cards together.

The virtue of resilience exists even without power. The cancer patient who fights every day to get out of bed to attend chemotherapy in order to make it to Christmas. The recovering drug addict who relives the sober pain of their past traumas and manages to resist the unyielding craving to press the “fuck it” button and live in numbness once more. The unhoused person who manages to get a job, pull themselves up by their bootstraps, and begins to live a shade above desperate poverty. These virtuous souls use what limited power they have to make unearthly choices every day to succeed beyond what anyone might expect of them. While eagle-eyed readers can likely tell where this is all going, I say with all sincerity that the people who manage to do these things are beyond impressive. Their courage, determination, and passion for life are humbling. But is their capacity to suffer virtuous?

If the Fresh Prince can do it, you can too!

A character that I find myself returning to again and again is Bigger Thomas, the protagonist of Richard Wright’s novel Native Son. Bigger is a young black man in 1930s America. He is angry, he is violent, and he is abusive to people he cares about. He ends up killing a nice white woman and, later, his girlfriend through a series of events that elucidate an oppressive social system that plays just a big of a role in these killings as the choices that he makes. Bigger Thomas, regardless of his actions, was always going to be damned.

We understand the viciousness behind Thomas’s choices as existing in a context; it is a mechanism of survival. Bigger Thomas is a kind of resilient that we do not often hear about. Wright’s success with this novel is that we see all of these events as a tragedy, nothing is justified, but we see them with a clarity often hidden. Thomas’s sole motivation throughout the novel is simply to stay alive. His resilience is not a virtue. His resilience is basic necessity.

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Is the cancer patient who simply goes through the motions of care, living only through momentum, immoral? Is the drug user who continues to use drugs because if they weren’t numb they would kill themselves less of a person than the one who stoically triumphs over their addiction? Is the homeless person who chooses to sleep outside because the housing options available are restrictive, unsafe, and disgusting imbued with a sin no god would ever forgive? All of them are surviving, but they are doing so on their own terms. This is the resilience that we fear.

We have determined that there is a socially acceptable way of dealing with pain – a position that is very easy to hold on the outside of it. Social workers and counselors are a taught strengths-based approach to therapy, and the classic modus operandi of engaging with someone who has experienced a trauma is to reframe their narrative of victimization into one where they are a brave survivor. You’ve been through so much, and look how strong you are for continuing to move forward! You are an action hero who has been hit by a car and is carrying on toward justice with barely a limp!

God, and he’s been shot and/or stabbed too!? Who doesn’t want to be John Wick??

I’ve written previously about the “noble” professions that exist as the bulwark against the sea of desperate inhumanity keeping the people inoculated against the cognitive dissonance that would arise if they ever became aware of how their society creates the conditions that flood its streets with desperate inhumanity. I once worked with a young woman who had been addicted to crystal methamphetamines for years. A baby-step of a month into her sobriety, she tells me she was raped after being offered a ride home from a Narcotics Anonymous meeting. She was violated in a place that was supposed to be the agreed-upon cure to her ailment. She stayed sober despite this, and I pointed out the strength it must have taken to endure such a devastating encounter. Her words to me, spoken between sobs, “I don’t want to have to be strong anymore.”

We demand perfection from our victims in every instance of pain. Palestinians cannot be mourned in their genocide if I can point to one of them and call them antisemitic. Capitalism cannot be condemned if I can point to a welfare bum and call them lazy. The concept of resiliency does not exist solely to justify the mighty but also to dismiss the demands of the powerless. If you simply suffered in a way more befitting of polite society, perhaps you would not be in such a predicament!

I just read the line as British, that’s all. Seems British.

Both instances of strength as a virtue appear more to justify the social status quo than they do to justify a genuine life well-lived, as Aristotle intended in his ethic. This isn’t new. We have to abandon strength as a virtue not just to validate the lived experiences of those who endure pain in ways we might not understand, but also to nullify the justifications of the powerful for their righteousness. If someone tells us that they earned their power because of how much they suffered in their striving toward this goal, we should ignore them because it does not. fucking. matter. While achieving greatness through adversity is certainly an inspiration, so is having massive, quivering biceps, and we do not ascribe an ethical imperative to the latter. The common sense ethical imperative is actually to reduce pain, and while the methodology of that reduction can have reasonable debate, the end goal should not. As a society, we appear to have given up on this goal, preferring instead to find ways to justify accepting the world as it is. Personally, I’ve stopped telling victims of abuse that they’re strong, and instead reinforce that their pain is, in fact, bullshit.

I’ve been watching the latest season of Daredevil: Born Again, and it’s forced me to contemplate the philosophy of superheroes once more. By dint of their title, superheroes are modern paragons of virtue. More than just heroes, these creatures of myth follow the long tradition of moral idols from Beowulf to Achilles to our boy Jesus Christ, guiding us using story toward redemption. Even the Iron Giant looked to Superman to determine what kind of robot he wanted to be.

Arguably one of the best Superman movies ever made.

Yet the moral standards that many (though not all) heroes represent are actually quite simplistic in their deontology: do not kill. However broken the system might be, it must be upheld and upheld in such a way that the villains live to antagonize another day. Batman has sacrificed every Aristotelian virtue in his crusade for justice, Batman routinely tortures people, but Batman will never kill. In further abandonment of the Greeks, the meaning of that justice is never questioned, particularly in the turnstile carceral system of Gotham City, but there is one moral rule that supersedes all others. The ends of justice would never justify the means of obtaining it if those means involve killing in any way. All other means are seemingly totally fine.

The problem with our cultural heroes throughout time is that their stories are understood to be aspirational. A Greek warrior will never be Achilles but can strive to his bravery. A Christian will always be a sinner but can do their best to live in grace. We can fight for justice, and if one or two people get killed, well, we’re no Batman. If our moral theory is at a baseline low bar, then us mere mortals are justified in not living up to that standard, and all of a sudden literally everything is on the table. Christ had so many rules that a good Christian is forgiven for fudging a few, but the superhero has only one. Characters like the Punisher are revered in vicious applications of the law because there is a perceived authenticity in his approach in comparison to the other heroes who constantly have to dwell and gnash their teeth on the singular moral rule they are obligated to follow.

Literal fascism cosplaying as action heroes.

Batman is frequently accused of being a murderer by allowing the Joker to live – as if it were up to him. The Joker is an irredeemable killing machine that will continue to produce murders until the off-switch is flicked. This is a canonical truism. This isn’t a reflection of reality; real-life monsters have more nuance than this one-dimensional murderous madness, but with the in-universe laws of human psychology, it is an undeniable fact. Superman kills Zod in the Zach Snyder movie because there is no other possible solution to the problem of a deranged Kryptonian. Theoretically, Zod could have been written to be convinced of the error of his ways and apologized to the people of Earth, spending the denouement of the film trying to redeem himself. Stories are malleable. But that is not the moral lessons superheroes teach – villains are a constant, and the philosophy of letting them live is allowed to be an actual debate. This blurring of the singular moral rule, even within the universes where it’s held to be paramount, pushes the boundary beyond any justifiable moral rationale into outright advocacy for murder. A real-life Punisher is a school shooter, killing perceived bad guys driven by a hazy sense of permanent justice.

A little while ago, I watched the John Wayne film The Seachers. In the film, Indians (it feels inappropriate to use a politically correct term) murder a nice, white family and abduct their two young, white daughters. John Wayne must track down these Indians, but while searching, one of the daughters is killed (with more than that being implied), and the other “goes native” and John Wayne must now kill her himself for losing her whiteness – this is the literal plot of the film. In the end, John Wayne meets up with her, and in the moment of truth where the question of whether or not John Wayne will murder a young woman in cold blood for the sin of being accepted into an Indigenous band, John Wayne uses his stoic machismo to convert her back into a proper white woman. This film is considered a cinema classic, and reflecting on it, were the Indians to be replaced by vampires or aliens or some other such non-human group, it likely would have stood the test of time.

I mean, who wouldn’t turn into a white woman looking into those baby blues??

What does this say about our current fictional monsters who are morally irredeemable? Would Batman or Daredevil be considered incredibly progressive if their rogues gallery were replaced by black gangsters, and all the world demanded their deaths, but these heroes refused to succumb to the social pressures of meting out an extrajudicial death penalty to the Central Park Five? Critically, without providing justification that the Central Park Five should not have been framed this way in the first place? The grotesque moral framing of these stories is much more obvious when the cartoon villains are replaced by the very real human beings typically at the root of these kinds of life-and-death deliberations – and very much on the wrong side of that debate. Who is Zod if not the Supreme Leader of Iran, his death a necessity for the sake of the world? The official narrative tells us we had no other choice. Who are the Venezuelan fishermen if not replicants of the Joker, and all of us but men, resigned to the fallibility of having to dole out deaths that perhaps only a Bruce Wayne could have otherwise avoided?

Returning to the Greeks, Socrates casts doubt on traditional understandings of justice, but through his trademark condescending dialogue, is able to narrow the definition to the foundational structure of how a society is organized. Justice is a Just world. In Daredevil: Born Again, there is an obvious condemnation of Trump-style politics with paper-thin parallels to ICE abductions and unrepentant criminals being elected into public office. Of note, the overt racism of real-life Trump politics does not carry over into the show because Disney is a massive corporation that sees no financial benefit in chasing that allegory. Daredevil: Born Again follows the well-trodden path of Democratic lawmakers where they will be highly critical of the most obvious flaws of Trumpism (of note, while still ignoring much of the racism underlying American politics that brought us all to this point), but refusing to point to an alternative society that would be better than the one much of the world sees both Trump and Fisk as the answer to. In a binary choice between no option and a bad option to an unjust society, it turns out many people will turn to the bad option. As much as the narrative tries to frame it this way, Daredevil does not offer hope to New York City, he offers only negation.

Also Catholicism.

I’m not saying that superheroes need to add utilitarian calculus to their cinematic feats of bravery and prowess; that would be incredibly boring. However, to not offer a vision of the just society they’re fighting for is moral myopia. Every single instance of democracy in this world was born in slaughter. America had a war with the British. The British had a civil war. Germany and Japan lost a world war. The French killed literally everyone. I’m not saying that superheroes need to start killing folks (nor that utilitarianism is a viable ethical framework – it ain’t), but the singular focus on killing as the only moral rule worth elevating is harmful on so many levels.

I’ve seen around the internet a “joke” that says that the left’s vision of a utopia is a world where everyone has enough to live well and take care of themselves; the right’s utopia is a world where white people work 80 hours a week and everyone else is dead. This is perhaps reductive on both sides, but useful to ask where along this spectrum the “justice” that all these superheroes are fighting for sits. If our moral paragons had real ideals, not living up to their standard would be less important than believing in the world that we all should be fighting for.

If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again.

On its face, the maxim of never giving up is fairly straight forward and positive. Life is hard, and quitting doesn’t move you forward. Simple. Easy. No notes. However, being pointlessly analytical is what we do here, so there will be notes regardless.

This maxim has undergone some helpful iterations for our purposes here: comedian W.C. Fields cleverly rephrased it as, “If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again. Then quit. No use being a damn fool about it.” This approach offers further practicality; what’s the point in carrying on when there are very likely better things to do with your time? One who only ever tilts at windmills will never slay a real giant. However, there is a tragic, quixotic romance to a life spent fixated on a single task but never quite achieving it. This begs the question, is it the effort or the success being championed by this arbitrary New Year’s adage?

I don’t think I remember this boss in Elden Ring

If you make a pass at someone that you’ve got a crush on and they reject you, there is a clear failure and an opportunity to try, try again. However, is this an opportunity for further clichés about fishes and the sea, or do you continue to try to woo that same individual? In most other instances, further attempts are dedicated to the same task until one achieves success, but with dating, the obvious alternative is bringing your courtship to the feet of another. Tasks are often amorphous and don’t always intuitively direct where efforts ought to go irrespective of how we might have perceived their conclusion. If we attempt a hobby like playing guitar and can’t get the hang of it, is it quitting if we pick up another instrument? Another hobby? Even if we wanted to quit to avoid the embarrassment of being a damn fool, how do we know what that quitting looks like?

Or perhaps we fail, and in that failure, we succeed in alternative terms. Perhaps the one that got away ends up murdering their spouse in a jealous rage, or after abandoning the guitar, we pick up badminton and find an ecstasy unknown in any other pursuit. We have further cheap platitudes about blessings in disguise, and these remind us that our expectation and understanding of failure are often incomplete.

Better than sex!

Or say we succeed in traditional terms: we successfully woo the loved one, or we nail the guitar. But then the relationship doesn’t work out because they cheat on us, or we don’t keep up the effort and lose the guitar in the attic. At what point does success bleed into failure? Is Rudy a success because he participated in a single play for Notre Dame? Would it have been an equal success if he played more games at a different university? Or if he dedicated his life to a longer-term goal beyond a single game of football? If a Rudy-esque success story never accomplished anything else in their life because of a massive concussion obtained from a late tackle, would it still be considered a ‘success’?

We attribute failure and success to an end, with varying degrees of effort as the means to achieve that end. But the thing about life is that nothing ever ends. Even after death our actions continue to have ripple effects on the lives of those we’ve touched. Both success and failure become nearly impossible to define if you zoom out to any meaningful degree. Quitting too loses some of its gravitas when you realize that it invariably leads to yet another task. Our lives are not a series of distinct instances, each with their own measurable quality, but a churning river in constant flow. Success and failure are fluid, and intermingle together almost harmoniously as we evolve and grow in ways that are often outside of our control.

Maybe he should have just stuck to football

As much as he is a fool, we would still admire the tenacity of our single-minded Don Quixote, just as we would still admire Rudy if he never got to play for Notre Dame. What distinction is there really between Sisyphus rolling one boulder up a mountain or rolling several different boulders up a mountain? Does it matter if he makes it to the top, or do we imagine Sisyphus happy in the effort?

Camus’s absurd hero only loses credibility if the heart isn’t in it. A child making a play at trying a new food after having predetermined it to be gross is the antithesis to effort, and some never grow out of this. Whether in success or in failure, the try, try again requires intention. All told, the outcome is irrelevant if we approach our effort in good faith.

If The Myth of Sisyphus seems horribly outdated, remember there are still people today who only find real meaning in lifting up heavy things only to drop them back down again

Our original maxim, despite its superficial benignancy, is itself a quixotic drive at damming the river of life into a forced end. There are no ends; there is only trying. If you fail, continue to try. If you succeed, continue to try. Try to date whomever you please. Try the guitar or badminton. Try to joust a literal windmill. Do so with intention, or quit and find something where the intention is strongest. The ends will never matter so long as you find value in the effort.