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Title: The Destructive Character
Author: Walter Benjamin
Date: November 20th 1931
Language: en
Topics: Destruction, Nihilism
Source: Retrieved 9/12/2021 from https://www.revistapunkto.com/2011/12/destructive-character-walter-benjamin.html
Notes: Originally published in the Frankfurter Zeitung.

Walter Benjamin

The Destructive Character

It could happen to someone looking back over his life that he realized

that almost all the deeper obligations he had endured in its course

originated in people who everyone agreed had the traits of a

“destructive character.” He would stumble on this fact one day, perhaps

by chance, and the heavier the shock dealt to him, the better his

chances of representing the destructive character.

The destructive character knows only one watchword: make room. And only

one activity: clearing away. His need for fresh air and open space is

stronger than any hatred.

The destructive character is young and cheerful. For destroying

rejuvenate, because it clears away the traces of our own age; it cheers,

because everything cleared away means to the destroyer a complete

reduction, indeed a rooting out, out of his own condition. Really, only

the insight into how radically the world is simplified when tested for

its worthiness for destruction leads to such an Apollonian image of the

destroyer. This is the great bond embracing and unifying all that

exists. It is a sight that affords the destructive character a spectacle

of deepest harmony.

The destructive character is always blithely at work. It is Nature that

dictates his tempo, indirectly at least, for he must forestall her.

Otherwise she will take over the destruction herself.

The destructive character sees no image hovering before him. He has few

needs, and the least of them is to know what will replace what has been

destroyed. First of all, for a moment at least, empty space – the place

where thing stood or the victim lived. Someone is sure to be found who

needs this space without occupying it.

The destructive character does his work; the only work he avoids is

creative. Just as the creator seeks solitude, the destroyer must be

constantly surrounded by people, witnesses to his efficacy.

The destructive character is a signal. Just a trigonometric sign is

exposed on all sides to the wind, so he is exposed to idle talk. To

protect him from it is pointless.

The destructive character has no interest in being understood. Attempts

in this direction he regards as superficial. Being misunderstood cannot

harm him. On the contrary, he provokes it, just as oracles, those

destructive institutions of the state, provoked it. The most petty

bourgeois of all phenomena, gossip, comes about only because people do

not wish to be misunderstood. The destructive character tolerates

misunderstanding; he does not promote gossip.

The destructive character is the enemy of the Ă©tui-man. The Ă©tui-man

looks for comfort, and the case is its quintessence. The inside of the

case is the velvet-lined trace that he has imprinted on the world. The

destructive character obliterates even the traces of destruction.

The destructive character stands in the front line of traditionalists.

Some people pass things down to posterity, by making them untouchable

and thus conserving them; others pass on situations, by making them

practicable and thus liquidating them. The latter are called the

destructive.

The destructive character has the consciousness of historical man, whose

deepest emotion is an insuperable mistrust of the course of things and a

readiness at all times to recognize that everything can go wrong.

Therefore, the destructive character is reliability itself.

The destructive character sees nothing permanent. But for this very

reason he sees ways everywhere. Where others encounter walls or

mountains, there, too, he sees a way. But because he sees a way

everywhere, he has to clear things from it everywhere. Not always by

brute force; sometimes by the most refined. Because he sees ways

everywhere, he always stands at a crossroads. No moment can know what

the next will bring. What exists he reduces to rubble – not for the sake

of rubble, but for that of the way leading through it.

The destructive character lives from the feeling not that life is

worthing living, but that suicide is not worth the trouble.