Coming Apart, An Anecdote

Last Monday evening, in a town not very far from here, a man named Ernest Trevino was discovered dead in his home with a gunshot wound to his chest. The next day police arrested Nicholas Royal Porter, 20, in the Houston suburb of Tomball.  If the police suspect a motive, they are keeping it to themselves, but the word gangland seems to shimmer between the lines of some comments on a local news site.

Such suspicions would seem to be confirmed by the photograph of Mr. Trevino that appeared in today’s newspaper, to illustrate a story in which Trevino’s friends and family remember him as “a devoted father, avid outdoorsman and top-notch athlete who always had a smile on his face.”  What I find curious and worthy of comment is the seeming incongruity of the photograph and the story.  In the story, Trevino is represented as a man whom one would never expect to suffer premature death by a gunshot wound to the chest.  In the photograph . . . well, here’s the photograph.


That’s Trevino on the left, standing next to his brother.

Presumably Mr. Porter did not murder Mr. Trevino because he was a devoted father, avid outdoorsman, or top-notch athlete—or even because he always had a smile on his face.  Presumably he did it because Mr. Trevino was also something else, in addition to all of these agreeable things.  I have no definite idea what that something else might be, and have not taken to this keyboard to speculate.  My interest is in the photograph and what it tells us about a nation that is, in Charles Murray’s words, “coming apart.”

It is unlikely that this is the only available photograph of Mr. Trevino.  Someone in Mr. Trevino’s family most likely selected it from a set of photographs, and gave it to the newspaper under the impression that it is flattering likeness that will, like the newspaper story, inspire sympathy.

In other words, we may suppose that Mr. Trevino’s family believes this is what normal, respectable, Americans think normal, respectable, working-class Americans looks like.

(Mr. Trevino appears to have dropped out of college after two years’ service on a football scholarship.  He then attended culinary school, and since then has worked for a landscaping concern, specializing in tree care.)

Now this is, indeed, what a great many working-class Americans do look like nowadays; and no doubt many who look like this are, indeed, normal and respectable; but those who are normal and respectable, and who look like this, fail to communicate their normality and respectability to people like me.

This isn’t to say that they ought to do so, only that, if communicating respectability to people like me were their aim, they have failed.

To the mind of this stodgy, middle-class, white man, it appears that Trevino is flashing a gang sign, and so, perhaps, is his brother.  The gestures may have been ironic—indeed those may be ironic smirks on the men’s faces: but gang signs and ironic smirks do not (in my mind) connote “devoted father” or “normal, respectable working-class American.”  The same goes for arm tattoos, Chicago Bulls gear, XXXL tees, hip hop chains, and chunky ear rings.  What these things connote in my mind, and the minds of people like me, is thug.

Of course, I understand that a man who flashes gang signs, sports tattoos, and goes about in Chicago Bulls gear, hip hop chains, and chunky ear rings, is not necessarily a thug.  He may in fact be a devoted father and an (otherwise) normal and respectable working-class American.  But when this is so, I cannot help but to wonder why he does not make some attempt to put his devotion, normality, and respectability “in evidence” (as Thorstein Veblen would say).

“Esteem is gained and dispraise is avoided by putting one’s efficiency in evidence.” (Theory of the Leisure Class [1899])

By “efficiency,” Veblen meant, of course, “superior pecuniary achievement,” and so it might be said that Mr. Trevino had very little pecuniary achievement to put in evidence.  But to say this is to read Veblen too narrowly.  Every human craves esteem, and those who do not win it in one way will strive to win it in another.  As we all know, they can even strive for esteem by putting their contempt for esteem in evidence, after the manner of Diogenes.

So, what we may say of this photograph (assuming all other photographs are not more incriminating) is that Mr. Trevinos’ family believes it puts the normality and respectability of the deceased in evidence.  They believe that this photograph is, indeed, evidence in favor of a decision to click the gofundme button at the foot of the newspaper article.

(The gofundme account is said to be for the college tuition of Mr. Trevino’s two young children, over whom he was recently pleased to win joint custody.)

As stated above, I am interested in what this photograph tells us about America “coming apart.”  I am not interested (here, at least) in probing the shadows that surround the murder or the gofundme account.  In Coming Apart (2012), Charles Murray argues that the white working class now inhabits a different world than the white middle class.  He intentionally avoided complicating factors of race, which are evidently at play in Mr. Trevino’s case, but Murray, like Veblen, should not be read too narrowly.

As recently as fifty years ago, Murray argues (with abundant data), the white working class ate, dressed, talked, and played, much like the white middle (and even upper middle class).  Their standard of living was certainly lower, but it was not altogether different.  My grandfathers were, for instance, respectable dairy farmers of no great “pecuniary achievement,” and when they wished to put their respectability “in evidence,” they dressed in more or less the same manner as John D. Rockefeller.  Their suits and ties were, of course, ready-made and inexpensive, but they were still suits and ties.

In strictly pecuniary terms, the distance between my grandfathers and John D. Rockefeller was infinitely greater than the distance between the late Mr. Trevino and I, but in cultural terms it was far less.  My closet does not contain Chicago Bulls gear of marginally finer quality, nor is there round my neck a hip hop chain made of somewhat costlier metal.  Like tattooed arms, XXL tees, and gang signs (ironic or deadly earnest), such things are utterly foreign to me.  They are no more part of my world than the cockade of a tribesman from the mountains of New Guinea.

Paul Fussell called this “prole drift” (Class: A Guide Through the American Status System [1983]).  By this he meant “the tendency in advanced industrialized societies for everything inexorably to become proletarianized,” which is to say adjusted to the standards of the crude and ignorant majority.  This is why, Fussell ruefully explained, “proles, who superficially look like losers, have a way of always winning.”  The enormous purchasing power of the working class invariably swings the market in their direction, and causes every haberdasher to stock up on Chicago Bulls gear, XXL tees, hip hop chains, and chunky ear rings.

We have drifted a lot farther prolewards since 1983, and the process has been complicated by a Black drift that Fussell did not see coming.  (Or perhaps saw coming and for that reason did not mention.)  When the Trevino brothers assimilated to American culture around the year 2000, it certainly was not to the down-market but respectable working class culture of my grandfathers, or even to the chaotic and slovenly white working class culture documented by Murray.  They obviously assimilated to the culture of the Black underclass.

I do not wish to express a haughty or contemptuous indifference to the Trevino family’s grave misfortune.  My point is simply that it is hard to sustain a high level of sympathy in a culture that is “coming apart.”  The prime function of shared culture traits is, after all, to produce a sense of solidarity and identity (which are the same thing).  A man who dresses as we do is one of us.  A man who dresses as they do is one of them.  It by no means follows that I must hate them, or him for being one of them, but it does follow that he is primarily their concern and not mine, or ours.

Oswald Spengler stated the facts very neatly.

“A people is an aggregate of men which feels itself a unit . . . . So long as the common feeling is there, the people as such are there . . . . That which distinguishes the people from the population . . . is always the inwardly lived experience of the we.” (Decline of the West, vol. 2 [1920]).

We is, as he says, “felt” in the course of “inwardly lived experience.”  At the deepest level, this inwardly lived experience is a spontaneous recognition of shared feelings or sympathy.  As St. Augustine put it:

“Let us say that a ‘people’ is an assembled multitude of rational creatures bound together by a common agreement as to the objects of their love.” (The City of God [A.D. 426])

What this means is that I am best able to love a man who loves what I myself love.  I am able to fully sympathize with a man in the great events of his life only if I am accustomed to sympathize with him in the small events.  I can share his deepest grief only if we are in the habit of sharing the smallest pleasures.  We prepare ourselves for weeping over the same sorrows by wearing the same sort of hat, and for glorying over the same triumphs by eating the same sort of breakfast.

11 thoughts on “Coming Apart, An Anecdote

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    • It takes a bold man to claim to know the mind of Thordaddy. My reading of T. is that he is somewhat more aligned with my recent post on Men who Hate Destiny. I think he is essentially an enemy weakness and poltroonery, both of which we have in abundance nowadays.

  2. I came here to comment on another of your posts, the one about the ugliness of your commute, but I think it might pertain here.

    In contrast to the increasing vulgarity and harshness of shared community life, there also, it seems to me, its direct opposite–the Disneyfication of Texas A&M. This is seen in such things as the naming of the entrances to the student center after the core values (loyalty, excellence, etc.) and the hideous sculptures that have popped in recent years, such as the giant Aggie ring at the alumni center, the Twelfth Man statue at the football stadium, and the much larger than life rendering of our first Heisman recipient.

    The genius David Burge (of the late, great Iowahawk blog at and now tweeting as @iowahawkblog) has a phrase that goes something like, 1. identify a respected institution, 2. gut it, 3. wear its carcass, and 4. demand respect. I can’t help but believe this is happening all around us in society, and particularly at Texas A&M, given the recent Richard Spencer and student body election debacles.

    While I have spent my long career at Texas A&M and am proud to come from a long line of Aggies, I know enough to NOT romanticize either the present or the past.

    But the center isn’t holding, and what is spinning off from it are mere fragments of the whole, so that if you squint hard enough, a hoodlum with offspring might look like a “family man,” miles of pawn shops and discount stores might look like a “community,” and the shallow representation of a thing might substitute for the thing itself (Glenn Reynolds’s law to the effect that the marker of the thing is not the thing itself).

    “Integrity” means complete or unified, and we are systematically dismantling all that keeps society unified. Meeting someone at the Integrity entrance to the MSC to grab a coffee at Starbucks puts that word at the front of our minds, but the generations of humble, non-cynical and hard-working men and women who made Texas A&M what it is are fading away, and we have put the bezeled ATM on their carcasses to wear with our maroon cowboy boots to games at Kyle Field.

    • I think your comments are on the mark, and I think your mention of Iowahawk’s analysis is apposite. The organic Tradition that made A&M different (for better and worse) has been changed into a deceptive marketing device. I first began to understand this when I wrote an academic article about the Bonfire some years ago. By the 1980s the organic institutions that had sustained Bonfire were rotting, but no one–students or administrators–was willing to see that this was so. They were fixated on the outward appearance of the big fire, and assumed that it meant what it had meant in the 1940s or the 1960s. I have been in meetings where the “Core Values” come up, and someone invariably has to check their phone and see what those values are. Obviously, if these were really “core values” we would know them as well as the Pledge of Allegiance or the Lord’s Prayer.

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  4. In a high trust society it is optimal strategy to appear virtuous. There is a gain in proper societies from being a good person – trust, friendship, loyalty, and respect.

    In a low trust society it is optimal strategy to appear badass. Fear and respect. In just 25 years wearing tattoos went from a scuzzy, suboptimal strategy in society to a winning one, reflecting our rapid decline from civilization to post-civilization.

    There is a poll somewhere where respondents picked from a list of 15+ signs of decline in society. Tattoos ranked #1. The poll is from a few years ago. People are aware of what’s going on.

    • This is an interesting way to look at it. We might call it the Outlaw hypothesis. What gets me is the way that men who give every appearance of being Outlaws insist on being accepted as what we might call (with risk of confusion) Inlaws. I can understand this if they really are Outlaws, but not if they really are Inlaws. This is why I think we should not give men who appear badass the benefit of the doubt.

  5. Instructive anecdote. I was thinking about these precise issues yesterday because someone (not sure who) had linked an old post of mine – – leading me to reread it. I had argued there that there was been a sort of pincer attack on bourgeois standards of decency and respectability. At the high end, the problem is not the black underclass but the black OVERclass, and the white overclass which equally apes ghetto styles to distinguish themselves from the upper-middle class (pressuring the upper-middle class to imitate them, and so on). From the other end, the welfare state puts an increasingly large number of people in the social stratum where they have no way to signal that they have something to lose…

  6. You sir have no compassion and are uncouth. First off, you’re writing is entirely based off of you’re perception of one photo. I would usually not comment on public forums; however, I hope this may make you realize that it was not necessary. First of all, I know Mr. Trevino, and have for the past 15 years of my life, and have been blessed to be able to say so. I understand that your perception from the single photo that you’ve seen of him, is that in which you see “thug.” (Especially understanding what a “thug” is to you.)

    I’m not sure that it’s been the right way to handle or write about someone who has just been taken from this world at the hands of another. NO where have I ever read an article from a person who doesn’t even know the person they’re writing about still be lacking so many of the virtues that one who speaks as eloquently as you i would assume possess.

    Now what if I told you that the gang sign you believe ET, what I know him as, is holding up, is more commonly know if the surfer world as the “hang ten” symbol. Also, that the picture wasn’t one that his family had picked, but rather one that ET himself had posted to his Facebook days before being murdered. It was one that the news could grab with no one’s permission, as it were on a public forum. What if I told you, ET was home alone with his two small children when this man busted his door down and then shooting him in front of his babies.

    Who cares what brought this man to Ernest’s home, really? Furthermore, who asked you to be a judge about it?

    I just wish you would care to look past what your idea of this man is, and actually take the opportunity to get to know the man behind the photo and then write your story. I myself would post some pictures here if it would allow. Some of which would make you’re entire outlook be completely discredited.

    A person’s preference in the outward appearance means nothing about their character. Take yourself as an example, I imagine you dress in suit and tie, or perhaps khakis and polo, but nothing “thughish.” However your blatant disregard of respect for a dead man or that of his loved ones proves that someone’s appearance isnt their character. Lastly shows that that dead “thug” you speak of has a much better character than you.

    Learn some manners, don’t judge a book by its cover, and before throwing rocks…. make sure you don’t live in a glass house.

    I will find a way to get a different picture for you to analyze, and then ask that you write your analysis down as if you hadn’t seen the first. I suppose it will be quite different than the first.

    • I am sorry if I was unjust to the late Mr. Trevino. Since you were close to the murdered man, can you tell us how the case against Mr. Porter is proceeding, and what if any motive he had for murdering Mr. Trevino? As you know from reading my post, it was not about Mr. Trevino, or the murder, but about the photograph that appeared in the newspaper, and about what that photograph tells us about American culture. Do you disagree with what I said about that?


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