Do I wish to see the State?[1]
Can I imagine what it would be like to see it? Does the State have a face and
could I see its face and live? Or, like Moses and his vision of God, can I only
hope to see the State’s backside?[2]
I have seen the State's backside.
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I started with a question. Where is the State? I admit it’s a strange question. It asks for specificity and boundaries and promises description, even clarity. I asked it of a long walk through the city. Where, as I walked, could I see the State, locate it, describe it?
Streets:
they wouldn’t be possible without the State. The State demands a certain
quality of the streets. It builds, organizes, repairs, names.
Vehicles:
they are licensed by the State, their physical qualities regulated -- seat
belts, brakes, emissions.
Drivers:
also licensed by the State. They are tested, monitored, evaluated, punished.
But
none of these things is the State itself. The State is behind them, acts on
them, conditions them.
I kept
walking. Long Island Rail Road. It’s an organ of the State, a unit within the
Metropolitan Transit Authority, itself a corporation operating under the
authority of the New York state legislature. It’s more State than the vehicles
and the drivers (private corporations and individuals). It’s more State than
the streets (which are more State than the vehicles and people). That helped.
There were things that appeared to be more State than others. But they were
still not the State.


