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Vernon Louis Parrington:
'Not Without Honor, 
Save In His Own Country...'

VERNON LOUIS PARRINGTON was a truly great American -- this nation's seminal intellectual historian, the inventor American literary criticism, the founder of the Oklahoma Sooner football and still one of the winningest coaches in the history of University of Oklahoma's storied football program, perhaps the greatest classroom teacher of the 20th century at the University of Washington in Seattle, where he spent most of his mature years, and the winner of the Pulitzer Prize for history.

Perhaps you've never heard of him? Don't feel like you're alone. Parrington was written out out of American history during the Christian fascist purges in America.

You've never heard of the Christian fascist purges in America either? Dear heart, there is so much about American history you don't know!

But again, you shouldn't feel alone. Americans today live in a state of almost perfect historical amnesia -- they have no idea how they got where they are today, which is big part of the reason that they are almost completely unable to make intelligent choices today...

Click here to continue Bruce Brown's 2011 commentary on his following Profile of V.L. Parrington, which appears as the Introduction to the 2011, 2012 and 2013 editions of Parrington's opus, Main Currents In American Thought, Vol. 1-3.


V.L. Parrington in 1928

Vernon Louis Parrington in 1928, the year Main Currents In American History was awarded the Pulitzer Prize for history.



Vernon Louis Parrington

by Bruce Brown

"Ideas are not godlings that spring perfect-winged from the head of Jove; they are not flowers that bloom in a walled garden; they are weapons hammered out on the anvil of human needs."

-- Vernon Louis Parrington

THE FIELD AT THE FAIRGROUNDS in Guthrie, the capital of the Oklahoma Territory, was frozen but free of snow for the kickoff of the big college football game on New Year's Eve 1897. The contest, which was actually the prelude to the day's main event, the Territorial Intercollegiate Oratorical Contest, pitted the University of Oklahoma against another Oklahoma school, Kingfisher College.

It was the fledgling University of Oklahoma football team's first game that far from home, and during the early part of the contest they had some tough sledding. Oklahoma end Bill McCutcheon was being punished particularly hard by a heavy-set Kingfisher tackle. "He hurt me every time he hit me," McCutcheon recalled later. Closer inspection revealed that McCutcheon's opponent was wearing armor: Beneath his jersey he had concealed an elbow of stovepipe over each shoulder and arm.

Although McCutcheon's opponent was forced to shed his extra gear, Kingfisher continued to dominate Oklahoma, and carried an 8-6 lead to the bench at halftime. There is no record of what the Oklahoma coach told his beleaguered team as they warmed themselves during the break, but its results were evident during the second half in classic college football fashion. The Oklahoma offense came alive, eating up the field with plays that called for the tackles and ends to cross-block their opposite numbers while the ball carrier swung through the gap boosted by supporting backs, for in those days football offenses relied as much on pushing from behind as blocking in front.

Midway through the second half, the game was interrupted by the Logan County sheriff, who had never seen a football game before, and supposed the action on the gridiron to be a brawl in progress. It took the appeals of several notables present, including University of Oklahoma President David Ross Boyd (Oklahoma was by then leading), before the sheriff would let the game be completed. Finally relenting, he gave the affair a wild West touch by firing his gun over his head to restart the contest, prompting the spectators to respond with the appropriate rodeo cries: "Hold that steer!" "Ride 'em cowboy!" "E-yip-eeeeeeee!"

Out on the playing field, the flavor was not so much Red River as Crimson Wave. Although Oklahoma's young Harvard-educated football coach had chosen not to play in this game himself, the Sooners still bore the strong mark of Harvard football, that rough rugby/soccer amalgam which won first the Ivy League colleges and ultimately all of America away from traditional soccer. Striding the sidelines in a tweed suit and tie, the Oklahoma coach exhorted his men. They were an odd crew, composed of a professional baseball player, a Chickasaw Indian, some local farmers and a smattering of University of Oklahoma students, but now the drilling he had put them through paid off and they won handily by the score of 17 to 8.

This was the first of many hurrahs for both University of Oklahoma football and its tweedy coach and English professor, Vernon Louis Parrington. During the four years he coached the Sooners, Parrington, then a darkly handsome young man in the Robert Louis Stevenson mold, only lost twice, and one of those games turned on what was later revealed to be an illegal drop kick by the University of Arkansas Razorbacks, according to Harold Keith's Oklahoma Kickoff. After shutting out the last four opponents Oklahoma faced at the close of the 1900 season, Parrington retired forever from football coaching with what is still the second highest winning percentage in the history of Sooner football after Bud Wilkinson.

Parrington's explanation for the move was that he wanted to devote more energy to the teaching of English, but his motives, like everything else about him, were far from simple. A voracious reader who actually hated Harvard and the old Brahmin-dominated culture it represented, Parrington also wanted more time for personal questing. As William Allen White recalled in his Pulitzer Prize winning autobiography, Parrington was part of a crowd of young fellows "too proud for pool, too wicked for prayer meetings, too lazy for baseball -- although Vernon Parrington pitched a mean outcurve for the Emporia Browns -- too sophisticated for the local poker game, and too young and full of vision to let the world go by without trying to understand it."

Parrington's real passion of the moment was poetry, which he wrote and published in the local newspapers. He also spent several years intense Bible study while at Oklahoma, as a recent article by Lark Hall in the Pacific Northwest Quarterly shows. In time, the wide ranging intellectual curiosity that was a life-long characteristic carried him from Victorian poets to the arts and architecture to English and American literature to political science and the history of ideas, and finally landed him on shores far removed from the close-drawn world of his early Presbyterian schooling.

Although the glory he achieved on the gridiron and the diamond would be the crowning achievements for many fondly remembering their careers, they are for Parrington a mere footnote compared to his later accomplishments in the arena of intellectual history. Long recognized as one of the brilliant teachers of his generation, Vernon Louis Parrington reached the apex of his career in 1928 when the first two volumes of his epic study of the development of American culture, Main Currents of American Thought, were awarded the Pulitzer Prize for history.

He was felled by a heart attack the next year, but his influence continued to grow posthumously. By 1940, even Lionel Trilling, who was highly critical of Parrington, acknowledged that "his book now stands at the center of our thought about America." Parrington's reputation has fallen so drastically during the intervening decades, however, that younger students of American literature may be surprised to learn that his writings were once thought of comparable importance to those of Oswald Spengler, Alfred North Whitehead and Vladimir Lenin.

The same cycle of style that made Parrington seem so hopelessly old-fashioned a few years ago may now be bringing him back, though, for our own time bears more than a passing resemblance in terms of the interests and the excesses of the high 1920s, an era which both produced Parrington a greatest work and gave him his first global acclaim.

Click here for some of V.L.
Parrington's pronouncements
on figures from American literature.


VERNON LOUIS PARRINGTON was six years old in the spring of 1877 when his father decided to give up the law and office work for farming. A restless idealist of a sort more common to the previous century than our own, John Parrington had already been a high school principal, commanded black troops in battle as a captain in the Union Army, been elected to county office, herded sheep, and practiced law.

Now he concluded that physical and mental health demanded an agrarian life, and so he moved the family from Aurora, Illinois, to the town of Americus, Kansas, and then on to the 160 acre homestead he proved up outside town. The farm's improvements amounted to a 50-foot well which "yielded an abundance of slippery-tasting, alkaline water," as Vernon later recalled, a four room house (with blue clay from the well in the walls for insulation), and a rude stable. The land itself was almost perfectly flat with only one wild tree, a broken-crowned cottonwood that stood a half mile from the house.

In an unpublished autobiographical reminiscence he wrote for members of his family in 1918, Parrington said Hamlin Garland's classic agrarian novel, Son of the Middle Border, accurately pictured every "detail of ugliness and discomfort" of the years he spent on the farm outside Americus, but added that for him the life was not an entirely drab or hopeless existence. "It was filled with poignant emotions," he recalled. "To go to bed with... the wild fascination of a prairie fire in the soft darkness of a spring night... and then wake in the morning to the call of the prairie cock from a low ridge half a mile away -- a call that was compact of the dawns and freedoms of the untamed places -- was that not to sleep and wake in the very Land of Desire?"

Although he left the farm for good by the time he was 20, Parrington credited it with making a lasting contribution to his intellectual makeup. "[F]rom the vantage point of our farm, two and one half miles north of the village, I saw the border move beyond us and the countryside change from a wild, unploughed prairie, to a well-tilled farming region. Of the diverse experiences of my life I value none more than this. In the most receptive years of my life I came under the influence of... the frontier with its democratic sympathies and democratic economies. From that influence I have never been able to escape, nor have I wished to escape. To it and the spirit of agrarian revolt I grew out of, I owe much of my understanding of American history and much of my political philosophy."

When the Parringtons moved again in 1877 to Emporia, the largest town in the vicinity with a population of about 8,000, it was partly to enable John Parrington to better carry out his new duties as probate judge, and partly to give the Parrington boys a chance for a better education than was available at the one-room school house at Pumpkin Ridge. Both Vernon and his brother John were promptly enrolled in Emporia College, a small Presbyterian academy which Parrington described as "provincial -- quite wholesomely I now think." Although academically minimal in many respects, Emporia College did Vernon the great service of introducing him to two ideals that were to play important parts in his life: the curveball and art.

"I was fifteen when I first saw an out-curve thrown," Parrington wrote in February 1918 when he was 47 years old. "Time, place, circumstance, the way the great Pack twisted the ball in his palm and delivered it with a full arm sweep, the lucid explanation of the theory -- these things are still fresh in my memory... for these are among the golden experiences of youth. In that moment new fields, fresh interests were opened to me, and thereafter I was assiduous in practice until I could throw a curve that the most skeptical must acknowledge." More than that, he quickly developed into one of Kansas' better players, touring the area at age 19 as part of an all-star battery that local baseball teams hired to come in for important games.

Meanwhile, other interests were already competing for his time, particularly painting, which he studied for several years at Emporia. "When I was 16 I had definitely determined to be a painter," he wrote. "By the time I was 18... an increasing realization of economic demands had driven this idea out of my mind; but not before some realization of the significance of art in the life of men had come to me -- a realization which later was to make such writers as William Morris my intellectual masters. The love of beauty rather than the love of truth was to dominate me and turn me aside from the stream of scientific learning which bore away so many of my generation."

By the time he graduated from Emporia with a bachelor of arts degree in 1891, Parrington had begun to cut a swath outside Emporia and Kansas. An essay of his, "History and God," was published in College Life magazine, and that fall he went away to Harvard on a full academic scholarship. Although he graduated two years later with Oswald Garrison Villard and William Vaughn Moody in the class of `93, Parrington largely loathed his time in Cambridge. "I was too inexperienced to know the ropes," he wrote, "and I got an appalling percentage of shiftless and stupid instructors."

While in Emporia, Parrington had begun a habit of heavy reading in the public library with emphasis on Victorian novelists such as Dickens, Thackeray, George Eliot, Trollope, and Reade. At Harvard, he continued the practice on a broader scale. Like Hamlin Garland, who "took his degree" in the Boston Public Library, Parrington made self-directed study a major part of his education. Later, he would observe with an ironic glimmer that it was the "library and not the college that opened my mind to English literature, preparing me for the work I was to take up."

Parrington had never consciously decided to be a teacher, but upon his graduation from Harvard he was offered a position as an English instructor back at Emporia College, and he accepted. He also played baseball professionally during the summers, pitching, catching and managing for the Emporia Browns in the Kansas League. He seems to have considered professional baseball as a career (despite the poor pay and low social status the game enjoyed during those days), but the heat of the summer, the six game a week schedule, and the responsibility for keeping his players out of the bars finally took the bloom off the sport for him. Then, too, he was discovering at Emporia College that his gift for teaching might be greater than his one with the small white sphere.

The four years he spent at Emporia as an instructor were probably the busiest of his life, combining teaching English and French, earning his masters degree, playing baseball, courting an occasional young lady, handling a raft of his students' extra-curricular activities, and seeing friends like William Allen White, the editor of the Emporia Gazette and author of the influential essay, "What's the Matter with Kansas?" which helped swing the tide against populist William Jennings Bryan and elect Republican William McKinley president in 1896. Parrington himself was headed in the opposite direction politically. He voted for Bryan in 1896 (his first break with the staunch Republicanism of his father), and was soon borne farther to the left by the general distress that afflicted American agriculture during this period, and specifically by the decline in the Parrington family fortunes.

John Parrington had lost his judgeship some years before, and by 1897, after a decade of low corn prices and unrealized schemes, he was about to lose the only thing he and Vernon's mother had left -- the farm. In his family reminiscence, Parrington recalled warming himself by the stove on his parents farm during the winter of 1897 and listening as full big ears of corn burned "briskly, popping and crackling in the jolliest fashion. And if while we sat around such a fire watching the year's crop go up the chimney, the talk sometimes became bitter about railroads and middlemen, who will wonder? We were in a fitting mood to respond to Mary Ellen Lease and her doctrine of raising less corn and more hell."

Assuming financial responsibility, Vernon asked Emporia College for a raise to save the family farm from foreclosure. The president would not grant it, but a short time later Vernon obtained the needed money by taking a job teaching English at the University of Oklahoma in Norman. Despite the good times he was to find in Norman, the experience was in some ways an ordeal, as is immediately apparent from Parrington's description of his introduction to the town and campus. "A searing wind blew great dust clouds from the southwest as I stepped off the train and started for the University. I passed through a stretch of burnt-up, slovenly village, and out along a quarter mile of plank walk -- the very nails of which were partly drawn out by the heat -- and at last came to the University grounds, a small patch of brown prairie with a single red brick building topped off with a wartlike cupola."

Parrington's response was to throw himself into his labors, both academic and otherwise. "He would lay out for himself a given amount of work, and he was unhappy if he didn't get it all done," recalled his wife, the former Julia Williams, whom he married in 1901 when he was a professor at Oklahoma. "After his coaching and teaching came his evenings of work on his chief love, the writing of poetry. Always his great desire was to have more time to write. He felt that the true fullness of life came only through the imagination. Facts were dead lumber to him and he must reconstruct in his own imagination." By his own estimation, he was then "still the bookman, drawing my nourishment from belle lettres."

Although certainly not a pedant, he was nonetheless undistinguished in his thinking, and might have remained so had not great good fortune come to him in the form of personal disaster. The bad news was that in 1908 Parrington was fired from his position at the University of Oklahoma, which had by then come to include responsibility for directing the English and Athletic departments as well as teaching. Although in no way personal (Parrington was one of 23 people refused new contracts, including the president of the university, in the political turmoil that accompanied Oklahoma's statehood), the loss of his livelihood was nonetheless distressing on a number of scores, among them the fact that it meant he would have to give up the new house he had just designed and had built in Emporia.

The good news came a few weeks later when University of Washington President Thomas Kane made a special trip to Emporia on the recommendation of outgoing Oklahoma President Boyd to talk with Vernon Louis Parrington. Kane offered him a job before he got on the train out of town that night, and Parrington followed Kane to Seattle almost immediately. The verdant forests, island-strewn expanses of water and volcanic peaks of the Pacific Northwest were as refreshing to him as the burnt prairie of Norman was oppressive. He already had friends and relatives in Seattle (he and Julia had been married there), and soon added more from the faculty of the University of Washington, among them Edward McMahon, William Savery, Frederic Morgan Padelford, and most important of all from an intellectual standpoint, J. Allen Smith, whose seminal Progressive history, The Spirit of American Government, had appeared the year before.

Although Smith was 11 years Parrington's senior and a member of the History rather than the English department, the two were remarkably similar in background and interests. Both had grown up in the Midwest, attended college, taught, and been fired by institutions of higher. learning there. Both shared a fondness for Herbert Spencer and William Morris, and a perhaps not unconnected belief in Progressive ideals. The two became close friends, freely sharing their intellectual impulses, and in the process the older man helped crystallize the younger man's thinking in several areas, among them the use of economics as a tool for cultural analysis. "When I quitted Norman the economic interpretation of history had not yet risen for me," Parrington wrote, "but it lay just below the horizon and was soon to become the chief luminary in my intellectual sky."

One obvious manifestation of Vernon Louis Parrington's deepening command of English and American literature was the tremendous popularity his classes attained. Still fit and handsome, with a full head of dramatically white hair, he had a powerful classroom presence that kindled a spark that still burns in his surviving students. "He was the best classroom teacher I ever saw or heard," declared Gladys Savage, 82, a former student who later taught English herself at U.C.L.A. By the early 1920s, a course with Parrington became the sine qua non of liberal education at the University of Washington.

E. H. Eby, a former student and colleague of Parrington's at the University of Washington, reflected that "the source of that popularity was the personality of the teacher, together with his gift for presenting ideas and provoking a response. By means of a Socratic cross-examination, Parrington made the student discover his intellectual deficiencies; while the class, to its astonishment and delight, found the quest for truth both elusive and exciting."

All during this time Parrington was also quietly working on a book. As far back as his Oklahoma days, Parrington had been thinking about a study of American literature. Finally in 1913, five years after he came to Washington, he began to write The Democratic Spirit in American Letters, 1620-1870. The book was finished in 1918, but lack of interest by publishers forced him to put it on the shelf. Returning to it during the 1920s, Parrington continued to expand, strengthen and polish until finally in 1927, 17 years after he began it, the book appeared as Main Currents in American Thought, vol. I and II.

NINETEEN TWENTY-EIGHT was a vintage year for Pulitzer Prize recipients. The drama award that year went to Eugene O'Neill's Strange Interlude, while the novel award was won by Thornton Wilder's The Bridge of San Luis Rey, and the poetry award was claimed by Edward Arlington Robinson's Tristram.

However, for sheer originality and force of imagination -- to say nothing of depth of study -- none of these works could compare with that year's winner of the Pulitzer for history, Vernon Louis Parrington's Main Currents in American Thought.

Parrington's opus was not only the first comprehensive history of American letters and thought to appear in this country, it was the first major work to consider American literature as an expression of American culture, rather than some academic aesthetic schema. We now take both of these perceptions so much for granted that it is easy to forget the bedrock contribution Parrington made to both literary criticism and intellectual history in America.

Working alone in Seattle, Parrington realized that much of American literature was crude by refined critical standards. Furthermore, if the reader was restricted to those dainty morsels fit for the period's contemporary aesthetics, most of the best American writing would be thrown out. Parrington therefore seized on the idea of treating American literature and letters as an expression of the central American cultural value, democracy.

"And indeed in this country, with its long history of democratic aspiration, why should there not be a grand history of thought and letters celebrating the democratic theme?" Richard Hofstadter wrote of Parrington in The Progressive Historians. "Why should not someone, at last, use the history of letters to illuminate national life and thought, and discuss literature, in the tradition of Sainte-Beuve and Taine, as an index of culture?"

There had previously been a couple of minor efforts at American literary history by writers like Barrett Wendell, but none had come close to the breadth of Parrington's study, nor exhibited the felicitous quality of his prose. Similarly, a few efforts at American intellectual history had been attempted by writers like Moses Coit Tyler, but the subject had been almost entirely ignored by conventional academic historians, giving the old Sooner footballer an open field.

In Parrington's hands, American literature, which had been a ragtag poor relative of the literatures of England and the Continent, was suddenly transformed, almost before the reader's eyes, into a noble creature worthy of all the world's attention, since it embodied so compellingly one of history's great social experiments. While it is not entirely true that Parrington created the study of American literature in the nation's colleges, it is fair to say that he did more than any other critic to hasten its initial acceptance, and thus paved the way, with the subsequent contribution of the great American novelists and critics of the l930s and 1940s, for the unquestioned acceptance it enjoys today.

In developing the concept for what would become Main Currents, Parrington drew on intellectual sources as diverse as his rich fare of study. From Hippolyte Taine's History of English Literature, which made a big impression on him during his college days, he absorbed three important lessons: the idea of using literature as a means of portraying national culture; the idea of organizing a grand literary history around a series of biographical and critical portraits; and lastly, the idea that environment plays at least some role in forming the art of a given era or nation, From William Morris and John Ruskin, Parrington picked up elements of the Victorian tradition of moral-esthetic criticism, as well as something of their refined 19th century style. Thomas Jefferson gave him the marrow of democracy, while George Santayana provided germinal phrases like "winds of doctrine," and J. Allen Smith, the pioneering Progressive historian, impressed upon him the importance of economics as a cultural determinant, and fostered his reading of Karl Marx.

Out of this and much more, Parrington wove a clear and consistent picture of the development of democracy in America during the 300 years between 1620 and approximately the beginning of the 20th century. He saw in this nation's literature the record of the tremendous struggle between the forces of majority and minority rule that spanned generations and even centuries to link writers as diverse as John Winthrop, J. Hector St. John de Crevecoeur, Theodore Parker and Theodore Dresser in a grand and continuing debate about the very nature of America. For Parrington the crux of this debate was embodied in the clash between Thomas Jefferson and Alexander Hamilton, the former representing the best of America's indigenous agrarian democratic tradition, and the later representing the rising power of the business oligarchy issuing from the marriage of the unearned increment to the centralized state.

Journalists, essayists, historians, propagandists, and satirists were all given consideration in Main Currents, along with the more traditionally literary writers such as novelists and poets. Parrington was primarily interested in tracing the development of "certain germinal ideas that have come to be reckoned traditionally American," but this did not deaden him to aesthetic concerns when they were warranted. He was one of the first influential 20th century critics to champion both Walt Whitman and Herman Melville, and his own writing immediately reveals a distinctive aesthetic sense. Parrington was a master of the apt quote, the illuminating image, and the epigrammatic expression.

As a mature critic, Parrington demanded only one thing: that art have some bearing on the real world that produced it. He no longer had any patience with the idea of beauty for beauty's sake, and little more for the belle lettristic critics. "Do they understand the origin and significance of those ideas which they study so lovingly?" he asked in a 1917 essay, "Economics and Criticism."

"Ideas are not godlings that spring perfect-winged from the head of Jove; they are not flowers that bloom in a walled garden; they are weapons hammered out on the anvil of human needs. Freedom to think is bought with a price; and to ignore the price is to lose all sense of values. To love ideas is excellent, but to understand how ideas themselves are conditioned by social forces, is better still. To desire culture, to enjoy commerce with the best that has been known and thought in the world is excellent also; but to understand the dynamics which lies back of all culture signifies more. Men who will be free, struggle to be free, fashion themselves ideas for swords to fight with. To consider the sword apart from the struggle is to turn dilettante and a frequenter of museums."

Regarding his partisanship on the larger social and political issues, Parrington was equally straightforward, writing in the foreword to volume I of Main Currents, "the point of view from which I have endeavored to evaluate the materials, is liberal rather than conservative, Jeffersonian rather than Federalist..." This bias provided the values which lay behind Parrington's judgments, but did not prevent him from memorably portraying figures he did not particularly admire. Regarding Hamilton, for instance, Parrington conveys the considerable magnitude of the first Treasury Secretary's genius ("Certainly no other man in America saw so clearly the significance of the change that was taking place in English industrialism, and what tremendous reservoir of wealth the new order laid open to the country that tapped them"), as well as what might be called the moral blindness that led him to advocate child factory labor and the rule of the wealthy.

A self-taught architect who loved the balance and proportion of Gothic cathedrals, Parrington strove to impart a similar balance to his recounting the great American debate concerning democracy, as is evident in his pointed pairings of opposing views on essential questions. Thus Fisher Ames ("The essence and almost quintessence of good government is to protect property and its rights") is set against James Fenimore Cooper ("A government founded on the representation of property…is radically vicious. It is the business of government to resist the corruption of money, not to depend on them"), John Dickinson is set against John Adams, Robert Treat Paine against Horace Greeley, and so forth. Parrington was the rarest of all partisans in that his biases were honed, not in the darkness, but rather against the brightest intellects that divergent thought could provide.

Main Currents bears the mark of Parrington's intellectual openness throughout. He was more than willing to follow the logic of situations and history wherever they might lead, even when they ran counter to his deepest assumptions and conditioning. It was Vernon Louis Parrington, the son of a Union Army officer and an abolitionist, who kindled 20th century America an appreciation of Southern writers like John Pendleton Kennedy (author of Swallow Barn), and who traced the history of a regional literature that has continued to grow in stature and importance since his death with the work of William Faulkner, Carson McCullers, Alice Walker and many others. Similarly, Parrington, who devoted the final 20 years of his life to celebrating the theme of democracy in America, was all too aware of the problems at the heart of American democracy.

From his own youth, Parrington knew that the spirit, of American democracy was rooted in the freedom of the frontier, but also realized from firsthand experience that the frontier ethos carried within it the seed of its own destruction. "In the presence of vast, unpreempted resources, the right of every man to preempt and exploit what he would [became] synonymous with individual liberty," he wrote, "and if the small man were free to enjoy his petty privilege, the greater interests might preempt unchallenged... Where the policy of preemption has run its course, the function of government is seduced from its social purpose to perpetuate the inequalities which spring from the progressive monopolization of natural resources, with the augmenting corruption and injustice."

Parrington's sudden death in 1929 at the age of 58, while seemingly in the peak of health and at the height of his powers, prevented him from finishing volume III of Main Currents, but from what he left of the last volume, it is clear he believed the hour was late for the America he loved. "In the welter that is present day America," Parrington wrote in a passage which has a distinctly contemporary ring, "militant philosophies with their clear-cut programs and assured faiths are wanting. The old buoyant psychology is gone and in the breakdown and disintegration of the traditional individualism no new philosophies are rising. Builders of Utopias are out of a job. Political and economic theory is in the charge of the paymasters and is content with the drab rim of the familiar landscape."

Vernon Louis Parrington never lost the agrarian faith of his youth, nor the hope of Jeffersonian democracy it entailed. A realist to the end, however, he clearly saw the fate of that aspect of the American tradition, and described it in characteristically memorable fashion. "The philosophy of Jefferson and John Taylor," he wrote in the introduction to volume III, "with its physiocratic bias, its antipathy to a money economy, its love of local autonomy, has been buried in the potter's field."

Although he died before the Great Depression, the election of Franklin Roosevelt, and the New Deal, he could see that liberalism must embrace the centralized state, but that the risk in such an enterprise was great. Writing to a friend, Parrington succinctly described the dilemma that subsequently has eaten America alive: "We must have a political state strong enough to deal with corporate wealth, but how are we going to keep the state with its augmenting power from being captured by the force we want to control?"

THE INITIAL CRITICAL reaction to Main Currents in American Thought was overwhelmingly positive. Henry Steele Commager called it "the finest piece of creative criticism in our literature," while the Saturday Review found it as "accurate as sound scholarship should be," and Howard Mumford Jones noted how it compelled "all other histories of literature..to pale their fires... Here was a useable past, adult, reasonable, coherent."

During the 1930s, Main Currents became one of those rare popular books that galvanizes minds and changes lives. My mother recalls how the many volumes at the Library of Congress were continually worn out and replaced, and in Malcolm Cowley and Bernard Smith's Books That Changed Our Minds (1938), Parrington ranked roughly on a par with such seminal authors as Spengler, Whitehead, Lenin and I. A. Richards in terms of frequency of mention by those nominating books for inclusion.

In fact, the only serious initial critical reservations about Main Currents arose, not from its specific treatment of American literature and letters, but from the originality of its conception, especially to the field of history. "There was so little regard for this kind of history, as history," noted Hofstadter, "that Main Currents, even though it received the Pulitzer Prize in the field, was not at first taken by most historians as a historical work. .."

By 1940, however, critical assessment of Main Currents had begun to shift, partly because of the new material that continuing historical and literary research had brought to light, and partly because certain original aspects of Parrington's analysis challenged academic convention. Perry Miller at Harvard was one of several New England scholars who questioned Parrington's interpretation of Roger Williams, and Clifford K. Shipton contested Parrington's treatment of the Mathers.

More damaging to Parrington' overall reputation was the emergence of a new group of literary critics who were primarily interested in detailed textual analysis and wished to avoid the contamination of literature with base concerns such as politics -- in short a group of critics in the very belletristic tradition which Parrington had stung so bitterly. Lionel Trilling led the charge of the "New Critics" against Parrington with a scathing reassessment of Main Currents that originally appeared in the Partisan Review in 1940, and was later collected in The Liberal Imagination.

"Parrington was not a great mind; he was not a precise thinker or, except when measured by the low eminences that were about him, an impressive one," Trilling wrote. "Separate Parrington from his informing idea of the economic and social determination of thought and what is left is a simple intelligence, notable for its generosity and enthusiasm but certainly not for its accuracy or originality. Take him even with his idea and he is, once its direction has been established, rather too predictable to be continuously interesting. It does not occur to Parrington that there is any other relation possible between the artist and reality than this passage of reality through the transparent artist; he meets evidence of imagination and creativeness with a settled hostility the expression of which suggests that he regards them as the natural enemies of democracy."

Trilling even suggested that some of Parrington's alleged critical gaucheries were due to what Trilling imagined to be sexual repression, while in The Anatomy of Nonsense (1942) Yvor Winters accused Parrington of "brutally crude thinking" and "vulgar floridity," pronouncing Main Currents "obsolete before it was written." Of all the critics who turned against Parrington during the 1940s, Alfred Kazin was among the more tempered in his judgement. In On American Grounds (1942), recently reissued in a 40th anniversary edition, Kazin faulted Parrington's "simplicity of judgment" which led him to see "his own image in the rebels of every generation," as well as "the indifference to literary values which his book displayed" in the treatment of literature. And yet Kazin also recognized that Parrington himself was an excellent writer and perhaps the outstanding Progressive intellectual.

Some of the criticisms of Parrington's Main Currents in American Thought were certainly warranted, for he could in fact be prolix and repetitive, and in his effort to single-handedly span the width and breadth of American letters, he sometimes spread himself thin. It is hardly fair to blame Parrington for developments that have occurred since, but one can not help wish he had been acquainted with certain writers available during his own time. For instance, Lewis Henry Morgan, who in 1851 first outlined the Native American contribution to the concept of democracy made by the Great Law of the Iroquois, could have greatly enriched Parrington's concept of democracy, and perhaps made him see America as something more than a seedbed for the flowers and weeds of Europe to multiply. On at least a few of the nearly 1,500 pages of Main Currents it is clear that Parrington did not really have a complete grasp of the beast he was wrestling.

Yet as critic Roger Sale observed in 1976, "it is a vastly better work than its subsequent detractors have tried to realize, one that people who share none of Parrington's bias can read with admiration and pleasure." One reflection of this, perhaps, has been the steady sales Main Currents has enjoyed over the years. Harcourt Brace Jovanovich has had the book in continuous print for 58 years with total sales through 1985 of 380,000 copies in combined hardcover and paperback editions. Moreover, it has continued to sell: According to Harcourt, nearly 70,000 copies of the paperback editions have been sold in the 15 years since 1970.

And so, Vernon Louis Parrington remains a great Ozymandian figure of American literature and letters, nearly buried and forgotten in the drifting sands of aesthetic fashion, but still in touch with the American bedrock of which he was also a part. His visage has been defaced by vandals as well as those wishing to build monuments to other causes, but what remains today is still powerful enough to impress the unsuspecting sojourner with the wonder of a great heart and mind, and the America that made them.

-- Bruce Brown

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Bruce Brown's Commentary
on his Profile of V.L. Parrington

VERNON LOUIS PARRINGTON was a truly great American -- this nation's seminal intellectual historian, the inventor American literary criticism, the founder of the Oklahoma Sooner football and still one of the winningest coaches in the history of University of Oklahoma's storied football program, perhaps the greatest classroom teacher of the 20th century at the University of Washington in Seattle, where he spent most of his mature years, and the winner of the Pulitzer Prize for history.

Perhaps you've never heard of him? Don't feel like you're alone. Parrington was written out out of American history during the Christian fascist purges in America.

You've never heard of the Christian fascist purges in America either? Dear heart, there is so much about American history you don't know!

But again, you shouldn't feel alone. Americans today live in a state of almost perfect historical amnesia -- they have no idea how they got where they are today, which is big part of the reason that they are almost completely unable to make intelligent choices in the present.

In fact, most Americans lack even the LANGUAGE to talk significantly about their past or present. They call the Christian fascist purges the "McCarthy Era." This was not an "era"! This was a systematic, nationally coordinated campaign of political purges, which saw a lot of good, truly patriotic people in almost all American institutions destroyed by the Christian fascists who function as Brown Shirts for America's true corporate rulers, then as now.


The cover of the 2011 edition of V.L. Parrington's Main Currents In American History

The cover of the 2011 edition of Vernon Louis Parrington's Main Currents In American Thought.


The hammer actually fell first in Washington State, and fell on Parrington. A Christian fascist stooge named Albert Canwell, a one-term State Senator from Spokane who was financed by murky figures from the extreme Christian/corporate right (does that have a contemporary ring?), set the pattern of public theater trials where the rules of the courtroom didn't apply, and the accused were essentially bound to a chair and beaten in public at the convenience of the daily newspaper and radio news deadlines.

Vernon Louis Parrington was one of the main targets of Canwell because of his real and true virtues -- Parrington was a brilliant, inquiring mind, not a dumbshut booster of programs that smashed the universities, the unions, anything that stood in the way of the corporate takeover of America.

Again, Americans are utterly lacking in the language needed to significantly discuss their experience. They commonly call the "McCarthy era" a response to some sort of imagined external "Communist threat" and some sort of imagined future Communist takeover of America, but what was actually going down was the violent, internal CORPORATE TAKEOVER of America right then. The "McCarthy era" was a Christian fascist / corporate putsch, plain and simple.

But perhaps you don't know what a putsch is? Oh dearest! This is a criminal use of force against your political opponents that fascists like Adolf Hitler have used to bully and/or take over democratic governments. The French have a similar word for it, coup d'etat, which is actually more accurate in this case because it implies the takeover of a government from within by one faction of the government, which is what happened in the Christian fascist purges in America.

However, the simple Americans with their thinly rooted culture don't have a term for this obvious and known political maneuver, and so they don't recognize it for what it is when they encounter it -- they call it something that it isn't, and understand as something it never was.

PARRINGTON HAD had been dead a decade and a half by 1947. It's hard to imagine the liliputian men who cut him down actually attacking him directly, but by then they didn't have to. They went after his followers and smashed his legacy at the University of Washington, where he was the biggest star the school had ever seen. You can see a dim echo of that today in Parrington Hall, a distinguished old building huddled in the tall trees near Suzzalo Library.

I know this from personal experience -- know that in the 1950s Parrington Hall had a vending machine that dispensed cold, refrigerated Washington State red delicious apples (and they really were delicious!); know from my father's departmental correspondence that the coward who was then president of the University Washington allowed many of the best men in his service to be destroyed for nothing more than exercising their Constitutional rights to free speech and free association.

They had been Communists -- or maybe talked to a Communist once or had a dream about a Communist. Why? Because the Communists were the good guys in this story! The Communists were FOR the ordinary guy in a honest way that emphasized positive cooperation and thinking of the good of the whole, and because the Communists were AGAINST the main problems in the America, then as now -- the old religious superstitions, the corporate leaches and -- EXCUSE ME -- their joint destruction of this once great country, which we have seen since the Christian fascist purges brought the permanent Republican/Democrat government to power in America.

Canwell and his inquisitors went after Parrington because Parrington was basically and irrevocably for free men with free minds. Here is Parrington's observation on the value of thought...

Ideas are not godlings that spring perfect-winged from the head of Jove; they are not flowers that bloom in a walled garden; they are weapons hammered out on the anvil of human needs. Freedom to think is bought with a price; and to ignore the price is to lose all sense of values...

As I'm sure you must know, this sort of thing had to go. There was no room for actual freedom of thought and speech in the chrome-plated American corporate state, or the glorious American Empire (that liked to style itself "The Free World") either. Under pressure from Canwell's Inquisition, the administration at the University of Washington in Seattle sacrificed good men and abandoned Parrington's brilliant, Seattle-bred intellectual legacy.

My father, Prof. Malcolm J. Brown, was called "the last Parringtonian" at the University of Washington because he was the last graduate of the UW Dept. of English hired as a professor by the UW Dept. of English. The UW English Dept. was almost alone in this restriction, and the purpose of the edict was undisguisedly to eradicate Parrington and the seat of his influence in America and American academe.

The Soviets had their own repression of individual rights during this same period -- their gulags -- but at least the Soviets had language to describe their experience, and at least the Soviets confronted what they'd done. America has never done that. In fact, that's a broad pattern in American history.

You might even call it "the American way" -- America doesn't look and America doesn't learn, as witnessed by America's illegal, immoral, atrocity-laced wars of invasion, from the Battle of the Little Bighorn to America's current invasions of Iraq and Afghanistan.

CANWELL WAS ultimately undone when a hotel clerk in Granite Falls, WA, was brave enough to testify against the Washington State Patrol, stating that Washington State Patrol officers who were working for Canwell had visited his establishment and confiscated the hotel register that another innocent victim of the Christian fascist purges in Washington State, UW professor Mel Rader, needed to prove his innocence against the trumped up charges that had been brought against him by paid government stooges like the ones who were likewise used against Alger Hiss (no brave hotel clerk there, just the famous pumpkin).

After a half decade of Christian fascist purges under the aegis of the permanent Republican/Democrat government that the purges put in power, the lead thug on the American national stage, Joseph McCarthy, was also undone politically, but Canwell and McCarthy's criminal acts against their fellow Americans were never redressed or undone, nor was the anti-labor legislation and the other Congressional and judicial acts of the "McCarthy era" that enabled the complete corporate control of America. In the American telling of the story, the "McCarthy era" was over, but this was just another leaf in the deep, deep leaf pile of lies Americans tell themselves. It wasn't an "era," and it wasn't "over."

I remember two of my father's colleagues. One was the father of one of my friends named Barbara. We had played many times at her house on Ravenna Park near the University. The last time we played together, she and her family were living in a studio apartment (it had one Morris bed for four people) in the U District en route to San Diego were her father -- the distinguished English professor who never taught again -- had managed to scrape up a a job as a longshoreman (the Longshoreman's Union was one of the few patriotic American unions that resisted the Christian fascist purges). I never heard from any of them again. But there was one ghost who walked the night in my family's household.

This was Joe Butterworth. As a boy, I remember my father padding down the hall in his pajamas in the middle of the night to answer the phone on the wall in the kitchen, which was a big deal then, and doubly so since it was invariably a long distance call, and invariably from a former colleague of my father's, an antiquities professor named Butterworth who had been fired for for attending a Communist meeting once a decade before. He always called from a flophouse in New York, he was always drunk, and he was always hungry for just a little intelligent conversation.

My father was pretty buttoned up emotionally, but even as a child I could tell these late night sessions, which went on sporadically for years, were very emotional for him. He told me once, "there was never a more harmless guy in the world than Butterworth. His life and the things he cared about were all 2,000 years in the past." Butterworth's calls eventually ended, he died and was buried in a pauper's grave in this great land.

Meanwhile, Canwell and his associates -- and Christian fascist stooges for the rich corporations in general -- have done just fine in America. None have been hunted down, whipped in a public stage trail for their VERY REAL CRIMES and had their livelihood and their homes taken away.

And this too is a big part of the problem with America. America does a great deal of punishing -- it has the largest prison population per capita in the world, as well as the world's largest military force -- but the true traitors in American history, both individuals and corporations, have almost entirely escaped punishment.


FAST FORWARD four decades to 1985. Parrington had been dead for 35 years, and everything had worked just the way the Christian fascists and rich corporations wanted (Ronald Reagan had just been elected President), but Parrington was still taboo in "the Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave," at least for any praise or appreciation of what he worked to accomplish and what he stood for.

Again, I know this from personal experience because I originally wrote the following profile of Parrington in 1985 on an assignment from American Heritage, back in the days when I did a lot of freelancing for the New York Times, Washington Post, Atlantic Monthly, Audubon, etc. This piece never ran, though. It was rejected by American Heritage after New York literary lion Alfred Kazin personally intervened to kill it because it was too friendly to Parrington. (I am constantly amazed by people who think the American media is "liberal," they have NO IDEA what really goes down, or how America's real heroes -- people like Parrington and Peter Thompson -- have been deeply dishonored and/or largely censored out of the nation's history, while traitorous corporate tools like George W. Bush and Barrack Obama have been raised up.) Too bad for me. I was a young man with a wife and young child to support and I could have really used the money then, but that's the way it goes.

Looking back now over a quarter century's time, I still can't believe the knife job Kazin did on me at American Heritage. I never saw anything like it, before or since. And Kazin was supposed to be some sort of respectable literary critic, and a liberal to boot! But this too is a deep theme in American history -- the hollow, placeholder opposition that blocks real opposition. This has been the role of the Democratic Party for over a century in America -- to block real opposition -- and it continues today with Barrack Obama, a guy who is presented by the corporate media as "left" and representing some sort of vague "change," but is actually more of a war monger and corporate step-and-fetch-it than the guy before him.

Living in America for 60 years as I have, you learn that there is always someone who will sell out the greater good for personal gain, someone who will do the evil that the corporations want done (usually to one of the corporate lackey's fellow employees), and as Ronald Reagan shows, in America a guy who will betray his friends, fellow workers and co-unionists can be elected President, even if he's got Alzheimer's too!

So anyway, I put the Parrington piece in a drawer for 15 years and eventually posted it on Astonisher.com circa 2000, where it became the standard reference on Parrington. Too bad for American Heritage.

OK, NOW fast forward to the summer of 2010, when I received an out-of-the-blue packet from, Transaction Publishers, an imprint of Rutger's University Press.

I didn't even open it for several weeks (I was busy and I had no business with them), but when I did open it I found a wonderful surprise. Transaction Publisher Irving Louis Horowitz was writing to ask permission to use my Parrington piece as the Introduction to the new edition of Parrington's Pulitzer Prize-winning opus, Main Currents in American Thought. Deal!

Transaction is publishing Parrington's LIBERALISM, PURITANISM, AND THE COLONIAL MIND: Main Currents In American Thought, Volume 1, this coming spring on the 83rd anniversary of the original. TBC....

-- Bruce Brown


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