A few years
ago, I was on an airliner about to make a landing in Denver. As
any experienced flyer knows, a landing at this airport is always
subject to the turbulence of air coming in over the mountains.
But on this day, the turbulence was extraordinary; some of the
worst I have experienced as a passenger. So troublesome was it
that the pilot aborted his first landing try and went around for
a second effort.
A woman sitting
next to me was rather perturbed by the experience, and asked me
"do you think we’ll ever get on the ground?" "I
guarantee it," I responded. "I know enough about physics
to be able to assure you that we will not be floating around up
here forever. The forces of gravity will see to it that we will
end up on the ground. What shape we will be in is another matter!"
She laughed and, bumpiness and all, the pilot made a safe landing.
This event
reminded me of an oft-ignored truth: pilots do not land
airplanes; gravity lands airplanes. A skilled pilot has
learned how to maneuver and manipulate many thousand pounds of
metal in order to trick gravity into reducing the harshness of
its mandate that objects fall at an accelerating rate of 9.8 meters
per second squared. The pilot is not simply a machine responding
in some programmed manner, but is engaged in a kind of performance
art. As with any artist, a competent pilot is able to combine
his or her learned, mechanical skills with judgments gained from
years of experience in playing with gravity’s seemingly inexorable
rules.
155 passengers
and 5 crew members of a U.S. Airways flight were fortunate to
have been in a plane under the control of a highly skilled pilot,
Chesley Sullenberger III. His now-famous landing of a powerless
jet on the Hudson River provides more than simply evidence of
his mechanistic skills – as great as those were – but of his judgment
in deciding for a watery landing. A less experienced – though
equally skilled – pilot might have opted for the suggestion made
to him of trying to nurse what had now become a glider to a nearby
airport. Had that decision been made, we might now be reading
of more than 160 fatalities following the plane crashing into
a row of apartment buildings. Capt. Sullenberger was a performance
artist – a man who is also a glider instructor who, carrying
out a judgment that in this instance only he was capable of making
in response to the peculiar circumstances which he faced, completed
his dance with gravity’s indifference to outcome, albeit in an
unexpected venue.
Upon landing
in the river, and with the fate of 160 people in the balance,
rescue efforts immediately began. Officials of the FAA, Homeland
Security Secretary Michael Chertoff, New York Mayor Bloomberg,
and Senator Hillary Clinton, all descended on the scene to begin
helping passengers to safety. No? It didn’t work out that way?
But it must have been so. Is it not an integral part of
our thinking that social order can be fostered and sustained only
by a political system that can plan for responses to troublesome
events? Wasn’t this the logic upon which federal, state and city
governments acted in New Orleans, following hurricane Katrina?
Do we not elect politicians who, in turn, create bureaucracies
to make our lives secure?
Initially,
the only seen presence of government at the site of the U.S. Airways
emergency landing involved police helicopters interfering with
rescue efforts by keeping the water around the plane churned up.
These helicopters were of value to the state, of course, as a
visual symbol of its superintending presence above a scene in
which its practical role was nonexistent. Like a president or
state governor flying over an area hit by a tornado or flooding,
such an aerial presence reinforces the vertically-structured mindset
upon which political authority depends. After
rescue efforts were substantially completed – with no loss of
life – New York and New Jersey police officials arrived (those
whom the New Jersey governor incorrectly described as the "first
responders").
The real
work of rescuing passengers and crew members was left to the sources
from which the only genuine social order arises: the spontaneous
responses of individuals who began their day with no expectation
of participating in the events that will henceforth be high-water
marks in their lives. After the airliner came to a stop, one private
ferry-boat operator, sensing the danger of the plane’s tail submerging,
began pushing up on the tail in an effort to keep it elevated.
Other private ferry-boat operators – whose ordinary work involved
transporting people between New York and New Jersey – came to
the scene in what became a spontaneously organized rescue under
the direction of no one in particular. Photos of the area show
the plane surrounded by ferryboats on all sides.
On board
the plane, passengers were making their own responses. CNN’s Wolf
Blitzer – a man who has probably seen one-too-many Irwin Allen
films – interviewed a passenger, asking whether those aboard the
plane were yelling and screaming at their plight. "No,"
the man replied, going on to describe how calm and rational was
the behavior of his fellow passengers; removing exit doors; putting
on life vests; and helping one another get out onto the wing of
the plane.
This man’s
words reminded me of so many other descriptions I have heard from
those who find themselves involved in catastrophes. A few weeks
after 9/11, I spoke with a man and a woman who had been in one
of the World Trade Center buildings on that day. I asked them
how those leaving the damaged building behaved. Each replied that
people were calm but determined as they left the building; they
saw no screaming or yelling persons running frantically from the
building. In my book, Calculated Chaos, I have provided
a description of the informal, spontaneous responses of many Omahans
to the damage inflicted by a tornado upon that city in 1975.
One of the
more telling distinctions between informal and formal responses
to problems was seen in Capt. Sullenberger’s being the last person
to leave the plane but, before exiting, making two trips through
the aircraft to be certain that everyone on board, for whom he
felt responsible, had gotten off. No government officials would
likely have deigned to exhibit such a personal sense of responsibility:
they would have been too busy conducting press conferences!
Whether we
are considering the patterns of regularity found in the marketplace,
or from our relationships with strangers on streets and highways,
or, in this case, the aftermath of a disaster or near-disaster,
so much of the order that prevails within society arises, without
anyone’s intention, as a result of our pursuing other ends. Our
politicized training – reinforced by media and government officials
– leads most of us to believe that social order is the product
of the conscious design of wise leaders, whom the political process
allows us to identify and elect. In the face of the wars and economic
collapse that are now destroying our world, it is difficult for
intelligent men and women to any longer embrace such childlike
thinking that is probably a carryover from a dependence on parental
authority.
As the events
of that day slowly fade, those most immediately affected will
recite, for others, their recollections. Capt. Sullenberger will
doubtless enjoy his well-deserved hero status with appearances
on television and radio programs. The ferryboat operators will
likewise enjoy their earned fifteen minutes of fame. Other than
memories, nothing permanent will come of this event. Those directly
involved will return to their normal work: Capt. Sullenberger
piloting other flights; ferryboat operators transporting people
across the Hudson.
But
the statists will figure out ways to exploit all of this for their
narrow ends, insinuating their non-existent roles in the rescue.
In an effort to reinforce the illusion that their authority carried
the day, the politicians – along with Homeland Security officials
– will likely concoct statutes or other rules in an effort to
repeat, in the future, the kinds of spontaneous responses that
arose, without design. Hearings will probably be conducted on
behalf of some proposed "Water-ditching of Aircraft"
regulations – to be administered by a newly-created federal agency
to be housed in the Department of Homeland Security. Thereafter
– and reflecting the governmental responses in New Orleans – woe
be unto any future Capt. Sullenberger who dares to exercise his
independent judgment should it conflict with government-mandated
conduct. Nor shall this agency be inclined to tolerate the unapproved
efforts of ferryboat operators – or others – who might dare to
act, without prior authorization to save lives.
I
will be surprised if the bureaucratic control freaks fail to see
this event as an opportunity to expand their forced ministrations
upon human affairs. The National Transportation Safety Board will
make its routine "investigation" – to reinforce the
supervisory mindset that, in finding out "what went wrong,"
the government will be able to "keep this from happening
again." What will be overlooked in all of this is the fact
that volumes upon volumes of FAA regulations already micro-manage
air travel, and that such directives played no part in this emergency
landing.
Those who
believe themselves capable of directing complex systems for the
achievement of desired ends, are unaware of the fact that the
separate but interconnected – events in our lives are underlain
by numerous influences peculiar to given situations. The forces
that combined to create the situation to which Capt. Sullenberger
made his spontaneous response, will likely never recur. On the
other hand, there will be another pilot who, on some future day,
will have to deal with unforeseen and even bizarre circumstances
to which he – like the good captain in this case – will have to
be flexible enough to respond.
But as the
politically-minded seek to exploit this near-tragedy into some
"what if" hypotheticals to rationalize their ongoing
quest for power over others, 155 passengers, 5 crew members, and
their families, can celebrate the fact that they owe their lives
not to government planning, but to the playing out of a spontaneous
order for which no planning was possible.