Saturday, June 24, 2023

Something's Dying That's Never Been Born: Democracy

 Democracy, as it has been attempted in America, never quite made it out of the shell.

And that may not be such a bad thing.



A friend--I guess I can call him a friend--a Saudi Prince I knew in Washington, DC, once remarked with his best Omar Sharif smile, "You Americans: you think everyone wants democracy, but many people do not. Many countries do not."

Woodrow Wilson proclaimed the first World War as a war which was meant to make the world safe for Democracy, among other things. He was half right: It had become a war between two democracies (of sorts), England and France, then America and autocratic monocracies--Germany, Austria/Hungary.  But Russia, a czarist monocracy, fought allied to the democracies, and the "democracies" of those years were far from governments of the people. That war was the death throes of monarchies, but it did not extinguish the idea of leadership of nations by strongmen, by autocrats.



Woodrow Wilson, that great champion of Democracy, purged the American government (civil service) of Blacks, and that wasn't the worst of it for Black Americans, who had virtually no say in American government since America abandoned reconstruction in the late 19th century. And Wilson rejected the idea of women voting. So American representative democracy was representative only for white males, and not even for all of them. Mostly for the middle and upper class whites, as it was in England.

Home of the Free, Land of the Brave


America, in fact, was no friend to democracy if that meant government of the people, by the people and for the people if those people happened to be Filipinos in the new American empire, or Cubans or Central Americans or people in Haiti or the Dominican Republic. 

American soldiers on bones of Filipinos




When Black veterans returned home from the horrors of the Second World War they found themselves excluded from  the GI bill which allowed their white comrades in arms to buy homes and to start acquiring the wealth home ownership would build. The democratic government of the United States conspired to keep them down.

The will of the people, American style


When Scandinavians snort at the cold heartedness of Americans who will not even extend healthcare to their own countrymen, we can ask the Swedes if they would be willing to pay for helathcare for the Portuguese, the Spanish or the Italian members of the European union. They look a bit horrified at that idea. So how "democratic" are the instincts of these liberal, socialist democracies?

Adulation Popular Will 


When I talk with the folks who stream in and out of my offices in the Merrimack Valley of Massachusetts and New Hampshire, I hear from people, every day, who think the government is illegitimate because it steals their money, by taxation, and give it to people who don't deserve it, like immigrants in Lawrence, Massachusetts, and while the HVAC guy pays top dollar for his medications he knows, or thinks he knows, about welfare scammers who get all their medications for free, while they sit home and watch TV, cookout on the grill while blasting their annoying Spanish music on the deck.



In my own town, a majority of voters believe that separation of church and state is ridiculous, and they agree with the current Supreme Court and Marjorie Taylor Greene that separation of church and state is unconstitutional.



The current Supreme Court, voted in with Trump, believes individual gun ownership is a right guaranteed by the Constitution because, after a hundred years of stare decisis decisions saying you had to be in a well organized militia to own a gun legally, all that went poof when gun enthusiast Antonin Scalia said guns were an inalienable right. And the idea that the rule of law involved trying to be consistent over time, being confined to legal precedent, we have entered a time when everything is now "unprecedented." 



Then again, Thomas Jefferson thought it was a bad idea to be bound by precedent. He thought the Constitution should be rewritten every 19 years to accommodate new challenges, new thinking and new realities. That was his idea of Democracy.



The voters of New Hampshire believe in open carry laws for guns, which can be carried into voting places openly, by the law of the governed, even as they close off their schools with bullet proof glass at the entrances.



The guy at the hardware store thinks immigration is an infestation and he wants the government to keep it's government hands off his Medicare and Social Security.

These are the voters who have seized control of their democracy. 



The big difference between American government and that of the Third Reich--which most people in Hampton could not actually identify if you asked them--is the violence.

Southern voters Expressing Themselves


You had guys walking around the Capitol grounds in sweatshirts that said, "The Civil War Starts Now" but they did not actually fire guns at the police. They merely bludgeoned police.



We will have actual fascism, as I understand the meaning of that word, when we have violence in the streets, and government shooting citizens--but wait we had Kent State and we've had the Pettis Bridge and Selma, and a lot of voters voted to endorse that violence.



So, I don't know. Maybe we've already made that transition.





When you look at the rule of "the people" maybe we've never really had it and now that we have "the people"--or at least 46% of them in a united mob seizing control of the democracy, maybe democracy doesn't look all that good any more. 



Saturday, June 3, 2023

When Government Shows a Small, Ugly Face




My barber explained the new barber's license, which blocked part of the mirror we stare at as she cuts my hair. It has a black frame and a color passport photo of her and it is eight by eleven inches.



"Oh," I said, "You must have upped your game now--that license is much more imposing than I remember."

"Yes," she said. "I'm almost a hair stylist now with that great license. For thirty years my license was three by six inches, and I hung it over on that wall, near the window, but now I have to print it out on my computer and it has to be 8x11inches or it's a $200 fine and that other license..."--she pointed to the equally obstructive eight by eleven, black framed behemoth next to her new license--"That one is my license to operate a shop."  She continued, voice rising, "And now Joyce has to have her license up there and she has to display her license to rent a chair, right next to it. So you can hardly see your haircut as I'm cutting it, with all the licenses, and they won't let you put it on the other wall. Has to be right in front of you. And, oh, the first aide kit cannot be in the bathroom and the eyewash kit--why I need that I'll never know--has to be right next to it on that wall."

Steam was jetting out of her ears now, at least figuratively.

"The state," she continued, "Comes in here and just makes everyone miserable. And I don't even shave necks. Never use a razor. I could see if I might draw blood or something, but I use scissors and electric cutters. What the fuck?"



It made me think of going to the state Motor Vehicle Department to get my new license, which is now controlled by  federal regulations because you can use it to get on an airplane for interstate travel. You need your social security card for that one. And, boy, did I feel smug and proud to have found my social security card, which I got age 14, and carried with me through many moves up and down the East Coast, and never lost it. 

When I presented it to the clerk she took one look at it and shook her head. "Can't use that one," she said.

"Why not?"

"You laminated it."

"That card is 50 years old. It's paper. If I hadn't laminated it, it would be dust by now."

"I don't make the rules."

"Where does it say it can't be laminated?"

"It's on the form we sent you."



Sure enough, it was there, buried in print a font so small you could just make it out with a strong magnifying glass. That was the rule made by some nameless bureaucrat in the federal government, presumably, and that bureaucrat had never seen my Social Security card, issued in 1961, which says, very clearly, along the bottom in big font, "For Social Security and tax purposes. Not for identification." But, of course, I will not get to plead my case before that bureaucrat or any other. The government does what the government wants to do.

Ultimately, by some miracle, I got a new Social Security card mailed to me--can't recall what documents I had to provide for that and I got my spiffy special driver's license which allows me to fly on commercial airplanes.



But really, this is government people can hate.

Turns out, there was an actual reason the card could not be laminated: Actual, bone fide, government issued Social Security cards have a pebbled surface to them, very hard to counterfeit, and if you run your finger over them, you can feel it, but if you laminate, you cannot.

So, there was an actual reason for that one.

But why do barbers' licenses have to be eight by eleven blocking your view of your haircut?

"These people," my barber said. "They have these shitty jobs, but boy are they going to let you know who is in charge. And if I don't pass their inspection, I'm out of business. Who does that help?"

And we are talking about a small state--less than 1.4 million people--New Hampshire. 

I did not want to ask my barber if she voted for Donald Trump, but I can get the aggravation with government and petty martinets.