A meditation on democracy, from Pacifica Radio:
- Imagine that we read of an election occurring anywhere in the Third World in which the self-declared winner was the son of the former prime minister, and that former prime minister was himself the former head of that nation's secret police.
- Imagine that the self-declared winner lost the popular vote but won based on some old colonial holdover from the nation's pre-democracy past.
- Imagine that the self-declared winner's 'victory' turned on disputed votes cast in a province governed by his brother!
- Imagine that the poorly drafted ballots of one district, a district heavily favoring the self-declared winner's opponent, led thousands of voters to vote for the wrong candidate.
- Imagine that members of that nation's most persecuted caste, fearing for their lives/livelihoods, turned out in record numbers to vote in near-universal opposition to the self-declared winner's candidacy.
- Imagine that hundreds of members of that most-despised caste were intercepted on their way to the polls by state police operating under the authority of the self-declared winner's brother.
- Imagine that six million people voted in the disputed province and that the self-declared winner's 'lead' was only 327 votes. Fewer, certainly, than the vote counting machines' margin of error.
- Imagine that the self-declared winner and his political party opposed a more careful by-hand inspection and re-counting of the ballots in the disputed province or in its most hotly disputed district.
- Imagine that the self-declared winner, himself a governor of a major province, had the worst human rights record of any province in his nation and actually led the nation in executions.
- Imagine that a major campaign promise of the self-declared winner was to appoint like-minded human rights violators to lifetime positions on the high court of that nation.
None of us would deem such an election to be representative of anything other than the self-declared winner's will to power. All of us, I imagine, would wearily turn the page thinking that it was another sad tale of pitiful pre- or anti-democracy peoples in some strange, backward country... "elsewhere".