In addition to searching for truths about the universe through meditation, Ray Smith and his friends also dream of changing the world. They believe that their values could form the basis of a religious community, and Japhy Ryder even talks about starting a countercultural “rucksack revolution” to transform society as a whole. Nevertheless, when they talk about this free and inclusive society, Ray, Japhy, and their friends ironically imagine that everyone in it is a white man, just like them. So, while Kerouac suggests that happiness is best found in an open community of likeminded people, he also shows how people with privilege—like the white men at the center of his book—can mistakenly think their communities are open and free when they’re really deeply exclusionary. This suggests that, while homogeneous communities can be comfortable and freeing for those who build them, they are just as often dangerous, oppressive, or exclusionary to those who don’t.
Japhy views Buddhism as a collective project and thinks it’s his calling to transform the world through by building Buddhist communities. He dreams of getting “millions of guys all over the world” to join his revolution and start “bringing the word down to everybody.” He thinks that they will build a new kind of society, in which everyone lives like he does: they will reject consumerism, wander the mountains, drink tea, and read poetry. And, not surprisingly, Japhy thinks that his likeminded Buddhist friends are the chosen people who must start building this new society on a small scale. As a result, he views his friend group’s homogeneity as an advantage: they all love Buddhism and poetry, and they have a great time partying together. By extension, Ray and Japhy think that if everyone in the world followed their value system, everyone would be better off. As they bring others into their friend group and share their thoughts and writings, they believe that they are starting to build the inclusive, utopian Buddhist community that they’ve dreamt about.
Ray and Japhy intend to save the world from its own folly, but Kerouac shows that their vision of spiritual community is limiting because it relies on homogeneity. Namely, they want everyone to believe the same things and live the same lifestyle, and they imagine a society built for middle-class white American men. Their privilege leads them to falsely assume that their individual experiences are universal, which then blinds them to others’ needs, experiences, and humanity. Accordingly, even though they theoretically want to include everyone in their friend group and future religious utopia, they actually end up excluding most people from it.
First, Ray and Japhy view white men like themselves as the ultimate authority on Buddhism, while ignoring the actual Asian Buddhists who surround them. When they pass a Buddhist temple in San Francisco, for instance, Japhy refuses to visit because he considers his own version of Zen Buddhism purer than Chinese immigrants’ traditional Buddhism. Similarly, he reveres many Buddhist monks and poets from China and Japan, but they’re are dead or mythical—he doesn’t know any living Buddhist leaders. Thus, when Japhy actually goes to Japan to study Buddhism, he imagines that he’ll bring its secrets back to the U.S.—even though many Japanese Buddhists are already living and teaching in the U.S. Rather than joining the existing Buddhist community, Japhy insists on forming a new community by and for white men. In his utopia, these white men get to learn from Asian cultures and religions, but actual Asian people are never involved in this process. In this way, the like-mindedness in Ray and Japhy’s community is actually based on racial exclusivity.
Similarly, even as Ray and Japhy preach openness and inclusivity, they also refuse to see women as their equals. Japhy’s girlfriends Princess, Polly, and Psyche all take an interest in Buddhism, but Ray and Japhy treat them more like sex objects than intellectual equals. For instance, Ray comments that Princess “wanted to be a big Buddhist like Japhy” but that she can’t, because she’s a woman—the most she can do is have sex with “big Buddhist” men and become a “holy concubine.” When Princess calls herself a bodhisattva, the men start laughing, yet when Japhy calls Ray a bodhisattva, he takes this as a serious compliment. This shows the men’s double standard: even though Princess’s beliefs about Buddhism are just as sophisticated as Ray and Japhy’s, the men don’t view her as an equal. This isn’t accidental: it’s built into Japhy’s vision of a spiritual community. He imagines a network of white Buddhist men living in shacks and meditating across North America—or even colonizing the rest of the world. But he promises that the “pure holy men” won’t have to be alone: they’ll “have women, too, wives, small huts with religious families.” Not only does Japhy talk about women and children as men’s property, then, but he thinks that women should be forced to live isolated lives in the woods, take care of their absent husbands’ houses, and raise their children so that their husbands can freely wander around the world, party, and pray. In other words, the community of Buddhist men he wants to create relies on those men being able to control women and treat them as property, rather than admitting them to the community as equals.
Despite their well-intentioned desire to build a free, inclusive community, the Dharma Bums end up creating a community that’s neither free nor inclusive for people who don’t happen to be white men. Perhaps they’re blinded by their privilege and imagine the lives they want to live and the world they want to live in, rather than the lives and worlds that would be best for everyone. Regardless, by ignoring diversity and imagining that it’s possible for large communities to be totally homogeneous, they undermine their own plans. While homogeneity can help build communities, Kerouac’s novel shows, it can also be dangerous and exclusionary.
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Inclusion, Exclusion, and Community Quotes in The Dharma Bums
I'm telling you she was actually glad to do all this and told me “You know, I feel like I'm the mother of all things and I have to take care of my little children.”
“You're such a young pretty thing yourself.”
“But I'm the old mother of earth. I'm a Bodhisattva,” She was just a little off her nut but when I heard her say “Bodhisattva” I realized she wanted to be a big Buddhist like Japhy and being a girl the only way she could express it was this way, which had its traditional roots in the yabyum ceremony of Tibetan Buddhism, so everything was fine.
Alvah was immensely pleased and was all for the idea of “every Thursday night” and so was I by now.
“Alvah, Princess says she's a Bodhisattva.”
“Of course she is.”
“She says she's the mother of all of us.”
“You know when I was a little kid in Oregon I didn't feel that I was an American at all, with all that suburban ideal and sex repression and general dreary newspaper gray censorship of all our real human values but and when I discovered Buddhism and all I suddenly felt that I had lived in a previous lifetime innumerable ages ago and now because of faults and sins in that lifetime I was being degraded to a more grievous domain of existence and my karma was to be born in America where nobody has any fun or believes in anything, especially freedom. That's why I was always sympathetic to freedom movements, too, like anarchism in the Northwest, the oldtime heroes of Everett Massacre and all…”
Japhy and I were kind of outlandish-looking on the campus in our old clothes in fact Japhy was considered an eccentric around the campus, which is the usual thing for campuses and college people to think whenever a real man appears on the scene—colleges being nothing but grooming schools for the middle-class non-identity which usually finds its perfect expression on the outskirts of the campus in rows of well-to-do houses with lawns and television sets in each living room with everybody looking at the same thing and thinking the same thing at the same time while the Japhies of the world go prowling in the wilderness to hear the voice crying in the wilderness, to find the ecstasy of the stars, to find the dark mysterious secret of the origin of faceless wonderless crapulous civilization.
“I sit down and say, and I run all my friends and relatives and enemies one by one in this, without entertaining any angers or gratitudes or anything, and I say, like ‘Japhy Ryder, equally empty, equally to be loved, equally a coming Buddha,’ then I run on, say, to ‘David O. Selznick, equally empty, equally to be loved, equally a coming Buddha’ though I don’t use names like David O. Selznick, just people I know because when I say the words ‘equally a coming Buddha’ I want to be thinking of their eyes, like you take Morley, his blue eyes behind those glasses, when you think ‘equally a coming Buddha’ you think of those eyes and you really do suddenly see the true secret serenity and the truth of his coming Buddhahood. Then you think of your enemy’s eyes.”
“I've been reading Whitman, know what he says, Cheer up slaves, and horrify foreign despots, he means that's the attitude for the Bard, the Zen Lunacy bard of old desert paths, see the whole thing is a world full of rucksack wanderers, Dharma Bums refusing to subscribe to the general demand that they consume production and therefore have to work for the privilege of consuming, all that crap they didn't really want anyway such as refrigerators, TV sets, cars, at least new fancy cars, certain hair oils and deodorants and general junk you finally always see a week later in the garbage anyway, all of them imprisoned in a system of work, produce, consume, work, produce, consume, I see a vision of a great rucksack revolution thousands or even millions of young Americans wandering around with rucksacks, going up to mountains to pray, making children laugh and old men glad, making young girls happy and old girls happier, all of 'em.”
“Yessir, that's what, a series of monasteries for fellows to go and monastate and meditate in, we can have groups of shacks up in the Sierras or the High Cascades or even Ray says down in Mexico and have big wild gangs of pure holy men getting together to drink and talk and pray, think of the waves of salvation can flow out of nights like that, and finally have women, too, wives, small huts with religious families, like the old days of the Puritans. Who's to say the cops of America and the Republicans and Democrats are gonna tell everybody what to do?”
“Alvah says that while guys like us are all excited about being real Orientals and wearing robes, actual Orientals over there are reading surrealism and Charles Darwin and mad about Western business suits.”
“East'll meet West anyway. Think what a great world revolution will take place when East meets West finally, and it'll be guys like us that can start the thing. Think of millions of guys all over the world with rucksacks on their backs tramping around the back country and hitchhiking and bringing the word down to everybody.”