I really hate the title of this book. Hate it. It's too shouty. Too much like an Evening Standard placard. But it is undeniably apt. And this book does what the best histories do. It surprises, entertains and illuminates. I say it's a 'secret' history. A lot of what it says you don't chat about in mixed company. Much of it is scandalous, much intriguing. And it will be new to many people. You don't hear every day that Locke was a racist slave-driver, Charles Dickens harboured genocidal fantasies about Indians, the founder of "liberal internationalism" was a KKK supporter and white supremacist, and that all too many of today's liberals have a soft spot for death squads and racist murderers. This is a secret history of "the liberal defence of murder".
Seymour's polemic is apparently motivated by an attempt to undercut the liberal supporters of Bush's wars, like the increasingly yawnsome Christopher Hitchens. This is why the intro and prologue contain a mixture of scattergun arguments, witticisms, interviews, gossip and testimonials, and bitter critique of the 'clash of civilizations'-style stories used to demonise Muslims and justify wars. But it is only when you get to the meat of the text, the four chapters making up the main body of the book, that you start to see how all this fits together. And it's here that the text rises above the usual polemics. Only when you've been through the colonial era, the Cold War, and the era of humanitarian interventions do you really see how deep the rabbit hole goes. Then you understand that pro-war liberalism is not a transitory phenomenon, but merely a recent expression of an old blight.
The best chapter by far is the one on "Old Europe", tracing the evolution of European liberalism's relationship to empire from its inception until the 1960s. It is a sombre narrative, a gruelling death march from the colonisation of Ireland the Americas to World War II, when European liberals and leftists "sleepwalked into the twin propellers of fascism and war". Seymour argues that liberalism had to develop unique arguments for empire that would imply that it was ultimately a progressive, humanitarian and egalitarian venture. Locke sees colonialism as delivering the "improvement" and better use of the earth's goods, Mill conceives of colonial rule as a feminist and humane project, and the Fabians (representing either the left-wing of liberalism, or the liberal wing of the Left) champion the British empire as a petri dish in which socialism can develop.
There is also a strain of left-wing imperialism, whether it is Engels' diatribes against the Algerian anti-colonial insurgency or the French communists' support for the crusing of the FLN. Adding insult to injury, from Seymour's perspective, the Euro-supremacism of leftists undermined their emancipatory goals and was part of a stance that accepted the legitimacy of the state, thus undermining their struggle against fascism when it emerged. Chapters two and three are unsavoury slices of Americana. That's where you will find the full dirt on Woodrow Wilson and 'liberal internationalism', on the Cold War anticommunists and the neocons. The neocons are assessed by means of a kind of bibliographical review, an assay of the existing literature that cheerfully debunks explanations of the neocons as either a Jewish sect or an occult Trotskyist faction. Instead, the neocons are seen as CIA liberals become Burkean conservatives, counterrevolutionaries rather than revolutionaries in the closet.
Chapter four takes readers up to date, from the French 'antitotalitarians through left-wing supporters of Contra death squads, and through the heady arguments over Yugoslavia. If I have a criticism of this section, it is that Seymour pulls his punches in dealing with the Balkans wars. Not that there isn't much a lot of useful and enlightening material here, but he seems determined not to be pigeon-holed as an apologist for Serbian nationalism, so occasionally 'balances' his justified criticisms of war propaganda with hat-tips to conventional wisdom. A futile defensive strategy in my opinion. Nor does he acknowledge the extravagant, bellicose pronouncements of Slavoj H Zizek, Superstar - too few bombs, too late! Even so, this is a better account of the conflict than most scholarly discussions for the simple fact that it confounds the usual demonology centred on a Greater Serbian nationalist parasite.
This is a more penetrating and durable work than Seymour's 'The Meaning of David Cameron', which I also recommend. It isn't as flightily entertaining and jocular, but it's a bargain even at the exorbitant cover price.