"All the animals come out at night - whores, skunk pussies, buggers, queens, fairies, dopers, junkies, sick, venal. Someday a real rain will come and wash all this scum off the streets."
Travis Bickle - Taxi Driver
In Taxi Driver, one of the best American movies, Travis Bickle's alienation from society has violent results. He lashes out at his own irrelevance by purchasing several guns and going on a rampage. His attempt to kill a politician fails and he ends up killing a pimp instead. Like vigilante Bernie Getz, Bickle ends up an odd hero when his intentions are interpreted by the public to be noble.
Surely there is better way to deal with the undesirable members of society without growing frustrated by their unchanging self-destructive nature. In Nock’s Memoirs of a Superfluous Man he discusses his own change in philosophy that insulated him from the idiocy of the mass men.
Ralph Adams Cram’s nearly unreadable essay Why We Do Not Behave Like Human Beings, makes a simple proposition – “that we do not behave like humans because the great majority of us, the masses of mankind are not human beings.” Of course, physically they are men, and yet they are mindlessness, selfishness, and rely mainly on brute instinct. They have all the raw material to be considered man and yet they remain sub-human - as if civilization has eluded them.
Acceptance of this view had great results for Nock – he expected mass men to act that way and he was never disappointed. He says:
Since then I have found myself quite unable either to hate anybody or lose patience with anybody…One can hate human beings, at least I could, - I hated a lot of them when that is what I thought they were, - but one can’t hate sub-human creatures or be contemptuous of them, wish them ill, regard them unkindly…If cattle tramp down your garden, you drive them away but can’t hate them, because you know they are acting up to the measure of their psychical capacity.
My acceptance of Mr. Cram’s theory also caused me for the first time to really like people-at-large…when one gets it fixed firmly fixed in one’s head that they are living up to the measure of their capacities to the point of making themselves as human beings, one comes at once to like them.
One has great affection of one’s dogs, even when one sees them reveling in tastes and smells which to us are unspeakably odious. That is the way dogs are, one does not try to chance their peculiar penchant…
So there you have it – the mass men and their habits are not a group to be scorned or hated. They do all they are capable of. Expecting their, “virtues to be touched with nobleness,” is too much.

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