BERTRAND RUSSELL
Towering
Apostle of Rationality
K. THIAGARAJAN
With
the death of Bertrand Russell, a dazzling flash of light on the contemporary
horizon is extinguished. It marks the end a ninety-seven year career of “one of
our time’s most brilliant spokesmen of rationality and humanity, and a fearless
champion of free speech and free thought in the West,” as the committee for
Nobel Prize for Literature in making the award described him. Mathematician at
30, philosopher at 50, apostle and prophet at 80 Russell was a sociologist and
a historian and was hailed as one of the world’s greatest pacifists.
Bertrand
Russell was born at Trelleck, in Monmouthshire,
on May 18, 1872. His father was Viscount Amberley,
son of Lord John Russell famous for the first Reform Bill of 1832. His mother
was Kate Stanley, daughter of Barn Stanley of Alderly.
His earliest love was mathematics. His interest shifted to philosophy
particularly theory of knowledge, and then to science
education, sociology and, finally, politics. In each of these subjects Russell
has written books of great originality and incisiveness. He developed a style
of his own, distinguished by urbanity, lucidity and genial wit. He became, one
of the most widely read of authors and wielded an all-pervasive influence on
the climate of thought.
Logic
which he prefers to call “logical atomism” is the basis of Russell’s
philosophy. He was a consistent monist and a philosophical materialist, with
some leaning toward behaviourism and pragmatism.
Russell became an unbeliever and agnostic at a very early age and remained so
to the end. This agnosticism, however, left room in him for a large measure of
what can only be termed the essence of the religious spirit. Russell was
educated at home by tutors and later went to
In
for the Labour Party.
Always
outspoken in the expression of his views, Russell got into trouble with the
authorities during the First World War. He was fined £ 400 and was dismissed
from his college post for criticising a two-year
prison sentence on a conscientious objector. In 1918, he was himself sentenced
to six months imprisonment for writing a pamphlet containing pacifist views and
criticising the American army for suppressing
workers’ strikes.
In
1920, Russell visited
In
his lifetime Russell published over a hundred books and articles. The range and
diversity of his interests on which he wrote–politics, economics, ethics, the
philosophy of language, metaphysics, the history of philosophy, the logic and
philosophy of mathematics, the philosophy of science, epistemology, education
and religion. An inspiration to millions, his own
articles, broadcasts, speeches, pamphlets and recent books, arguing the
insanity of a nuclear war had become a veritable river of reasonable words.
In
1944, Russell was again appointed Fellow of Trinity College,
His matrimonial life however has been stormy.
He married the sister of Logan Parsall Smith in 1894 who divorced him in 1921. The same year he married Dora Winnifred Black who too divorced him in 1935. His third
wife Patricial Helen Spence had been his Secretary,
who also divorced him in 1952.
The same year he married Edith Finch of
Russell
has been likened to Voltaire for his polemical wit and deed, like Voltaire,
Russell waged a relentless war on superstition, muddle-headedness, bigotry and
intolerance. He was always on the de of the individual as against the hard, in favour of creativity as against conformity, promoting life
and growth instead of stultification and death.
No
number of quotations can suffice the reader to show the range of his mind or the play of his
intelligence. Here is one from his “Nightmares of Eminent Persons.” “Every
isolated passion is, in isolation insane; sanity may be defined as a synthesis
of insanities. Every dominant passion generates a dominant fear, the fear of
its nonfulfilment. The man who wishes to preserve sanity in a
dangerous world should summon in his own
mind a parliament of fears, in which each in turn is voted absurd by all the others.” Here are three more:
“There are infinite possibilities of
error and more cranks take up unfashionable errors than unfashionable truths.”
There is something feeble and a
little contemptible about a man who cannot face the perils of life without the help of comfortable
myths.” “To save the world requires faith and courage, faith in reason, and
courage to proclaim what reason shows to be true.”
On
May 18, 1962, Russell’s ninetieth birthday was celebrated. In the speech which
Russell gave at Festival Hall, he said: “I have a very simple creed; that life
and joy and beauty are better than lusty death.” In fact it is this zest for
life that moved Russell to act at great personal sacrifice in the cause of
public interest.
Tremendous acclaim
greeted the publication in March 1967 of the first volume of his Autobiography.
Two other volumes soon followed. The Autobiography was not intended by him to
be published untll after his death, but the
publishers prevailed on him to change his mind since he had outlived most of
the people named in it. In the Prologue to his Autobiography he says three
passions had governed his life: “The longing for love, the search for knowledge
and unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind. These passions, like great
winds, have blown me hither and thither, in a wayward course, over a deep ocean
of anguish, reaching to the verge of despair.”
To read Russell is to
like him and to return to him again and again. No writer that I know of is so
consistently rational and stimulating. The picture of him as an old
metaphysician stimulates each and everyone alike. His very piercing eyes emit
philosophical luminosity. His work, in the words of A. E. Taylor gives a
magnificent example of the reduction of mathematics to rigorous deduction from
expressly formulated logical principles by exactly specified logical methods.
It is a scrutiny of thought, a self-criticism and self-correction of thought to
which Plato gave the name, dialectic.
Bertrand Russell! The
name evokes magic for me: not the magic which the magician tries to perform at maidan; but a magic of supreme clarity of vision and
courage of expression. The magic first entered my life in 1956 with his book
“What I Believe”. It has stayed with me ever since and comforts and sustains
me. It will sustain generations of men to come. It is a trite thing to say that
we have lost Russell. No, we have gained Russell. His life and work are now
complete and perfect. His books enshrine a priceless and a peerless heritage.
As long as his books are read, as long as the English literature lives, so long
will his books live.