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I Chose Liberty - Ludwig von Mises Institute

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Spencer Heath MacCallum 207<br />

non-verbally, and from the masters through our inherited systems of religion and<br />

philosophy.<br />

Here was a unique perspective from which to view Kafka’s rejection of the outer<br />

world and also to explain what he found within. It sufficed for my need in the moment.<br />

What Popdaddy did not go into on that occasion but would elaborate upon subsequently<br />

was that there is an alternative to such pure subjectivism. The alternative is that that we<br />

can and do transcend this legacy as we develop knowledge (scire—science) of the world<br />

of which we are a part and come into our creative capacities by rebuilding that environment<br />

to our bodily needs and the inner dream. Then we experience the joy and fulfillment<br />

of creation, which God is said to have enjoyed in Genesis. As we do this, we rise out of<br />

our dependent creaturehood and become creators, an image Popdaddy made much of in<br />

his treatments of religion.<br />

Helping me through the Kafka paradox and giving me a perspective from which to<br />

deal with my own inner feelings was something my professors had never attempted and, I<br />

felt, could not have done. So I began listening to what else this gentleman might have to<br />

say. What I heard was amazing. He maintained that the only realistic way to conceive of<br />

human society was in the total absence of government as we know it—the absence, that is,<br />

of any form of legislated laws or other institutionalized coercions. He believed that people<br />

in society are fully capable of providing for every social need through the further, free<br />

development of the normative institution of private property.<br />

I was astonished to hear such extreme ideas from a person seemingly level-headed, who<br />

had been preeminently successful in not one but three careers in engineering, law, and<br />

business. As a pioneer in early aviation, he had developed before World War I the first<br />

mass-production of airplane propellers that took the place of the man who stood at a bench<br />

and carved them out by hand, and by 1922 he had demonstrated at Boling Field the first<br />

engine powered and controlled, variable and reversible pitch propeller. Over the next two<br />

years, therefore, I listened closely and at times incredulously to every word he spoke, while<br />

interposing questions and objections, intent to know if he really was the purist in this regard<br />

that his words implied.<br />

Prior to this, “Popdaddy” had been a vague figure in the family who was “always writing”<br />

but was unable to find a publisher. Looking back on it, anyone with his views would<br />

have had little chance of finding a publisher in the 1940s and ’50s. Now, having learned<br />

what his writing was about, I proposed that when I finished at Princeton, I’d help him<br />

self-publish his book. We’d do it together, I said. Thus began a productive working relationship.<br />

After his death ten years later, I collected every scrap of his writing, much of it in<br />

longhand, and numbered and transcribed each on typewriter for a total of more than 2,000<br />

items: what I call the “Spencer Heath Archive.”<br />

I was slow maturing and, in my teen years, was incapacitated in many ways by a severe<br />

stutter. Popdaddy found out about the National Hospital for Speech Disorders in New<br />

York City and offered me his apartment, which he only used at intervals, on Waverly Place<br />

just east of Washington Square in Greenwich Village. The apartment was within walking<br />

distance of the hospital, where I could attend daily group therapy. I accepted his offer and<br />

left Princeton for a year. It was a wonderful year, having my own apartment in the Village,

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