The Higher Pragmatism

The contest for the Democratic presidential nomination seems, at last, to have come down to the issue of pragmatism.

The party’s political establishment, bolstered by the mainstream media and the political science crowd – all keepers of the status quo’s flickering flame – want us all to understand that Washington’s a tough town.  You can’t get much done, and that little, tiny bit can only be accomplished by dealing with the powers-that-be.

By compromise.

Which is all true, except this.

Sometimes, revolution comes.

Sometimes, people get fed up and demand change in terms that cannot be ignored.

Sometimes...

As I recall, that’s how this country got started.

As I recall, that’s how an all-male American political system was persuaded to extend the franchise to women.  And how a white-dominated political system was persuaded to pass the Civil Rights Act and Voting Rights Act.

As I recall, that’s how India broke free of British colonial rule.  And how the Berlin Wall fell.

Of course, revolutions don’t always work.  The French Revolution turned into The Terror, and then into the Napoleonic Empire.

The Revolutions of 1848 turned into repression in Germany and the Hapsburg empire, though the resulting wave of educated, progressive-minded emigrants did wonders for the United States (and probably enabled the Union to win the Civil War).

The Bolshevik Revolution degenerated into Stalinism, and Mao’s Revolution morphed into the Cultural Revolution.

The Arab Spring turned into repression in Egypt, chaos in Libya, and a Hobbesian struggle in Syria.

Still, these revolutions happened.   Establishments every bit as corrupt and powerful as the corporate-controlled politics of 21^st century America have been challenged, and sometimes, overthrown.

It’s all a question of how fed up people are – whether and when they’re sufficiently fed up to reject further compromise.

In our own country, a major political party – the Whig Party – was shattered by the force of citizens who would no longer accept its inability to take a firm stand against the expansion of slavery.  A two-party system was broken, and an entirely new party, the Republicans, moved from third-party status to the White House in six years.

And gave us Lincoln.

And – perhaps the most heartening example of all – the Progressive movement took control of both the Democratic and Republican parties, when the people grew sufficiently frustrated with corruption and corporate control of politics.  That was a little over a century ago, right here in the USA.

Revolution can happen.  If things go wrong, for long enough, it’s almost certain to happen.

When a society goes off the rails – when it simply stops working – revolution is often the only alternative to decline, decay and dissolution.

But revolution can only happen when enough people say, in effect, “Compromise isn’t enough.  We keep compromising, and losing ground.  The system, itself, has to change.”

Revolutions happen when people realize that the “pragmatism” of playing within the rules just doesn’t work any longer.  When they demand that the rules themselves be changed.

Which, when you think about it, is another kind of pragmatism.

A higher pragmatism.

I can’t speak for anyone but myself, but I know a thing or two.  I grew up in politics, and spent many years of my life in the “real world” of America's two-party Establishment.

And I’ve taught and/or studied history for more than forty years.

Speaking as one American, I think it’s time for a revolution.  That’s why I’ve finally decided to stop voting candidates of both major parties. 

No more "lesser of two evils" for me.  

I’m ready to start building a third party, anytime anyone wants to get to work on it.

In the meanwhile, I’m voting for Bernie Sanders – and sending him a little money, every now and then.  Because Bernie isn’t really a Democrat.  Bernie's a change agent, a revolutionary.

Bernie stands for the sort of revolution we need, to take this country back from the super-rich, the corporations, and their minions.

I support Bernie.  I'll vote for him.  I really hope he wins.

But I won't vote for Hillary Clinton, no matter whom the Republicans nominate.

Hillary’s a smart, capable, experienced woman.  In normal times, I’d be delighted to see her in the Oval Office.

But Hillary is not for revolution.  She celebrates her competence at working within the Establishment.  That's the main premise of her candidacy - her ability to work within the system.  Ultimately, she’s happy with the way things are.  She's at home there.

She just wants a promotion.

Ultimately, for all her many good qualities, Hillary is part of the problem.

Which is why, if she’s nominated, I won’t vote for her.  I’d rather vote for some obscure, third-party candidate than continue to lend my voice to the Establishment - and the two-party duopoly which works for that Establishment.

And I won't be "wasting" my vote.  The only waste would be to vote, yet again, for the way things are.

Revolutions demand a higher pragmatism.

Things won’t change until we stand up and demand it.

This is me, standing up.

The Thin Envelope

This is for every high school senior – or the parents, grandparents, or others who love a high school senior – who has recently received, or dreads receiving, the “thin envelope” from his or her college of choice.

I have a place for you. 

Unless you follow my writings very closely, you’ve probably never heard of it, but it’s one of the best universities I’ve ever seen.   (And, having taught for ten years at some pretty exceptional high schools, I’ve studied these things.)

This mystery school is still happily accepting applications.

It doesn’t require SAT or ACT scores (though if you have them, it will take a peek).

And it is, by today’s standards, remarkably cheap.  Cheaper than in-state.

It’s called Mount Allison University, and it’s located in the small, culturally rich town of Sackville, New Brunswick.

Yep.  Canada.  But listen.

First, Sackville isn’t absurdly far away.  It’s a five-hour drive ENE from Bangor, Maine, but if I were going there, I’d fly into Halifax, Nova Scotia, a wonderful city.  Sackville is 90 minutes from Halifax, by rental car or public transport.  (And if you’d rather, there’s an airport at Moncton, 20 minutes west.)

Sackville might sound like a place where hobbits live, but it’s very cool.  And incredibly safe.   There are only two stoplights.  It will probably remind you of a small, New England town – like, say, Stars Hollow.

The main thing in Sackville is Mount Allison, a superb, small liberal arts and science university of 2400 students.  The academics are terrific – at least as good as William & Mary or UVA.  That’s not easy to say (I went to college and law school at UVA), but I’ve visited MTA twice, and it’s that good.

Also, classes are smaller – much, much smaller than at most American schools – and students and faculty regularly interact on MTA’s intimate campus.

Here’s another metric:  Rhodes Scholarships.  In the past 14 years, MTA has produced 12 Rhodes Scholars.  Find a small college or university in the US that matches that record.  (You won’t.  Not even close.  Only big places like Harvard, Stanford and the US Military Academy regularly produce Rhodes Scholars.)

If you share my sense that American universities are too much about semi-professional sports, here’s another thing to like about Mount Allison.  Football is a varsity sport, but the Mounties play in a “stadium” surrounded by a waist-high, wrought-iron fence.  There are bleachers for maybe 200 people.  Most of the fans sit on a hillside.

And I’m told that any American kid who played high school football is pretty much a lock to make the Mounties.  At MTA, as at its big rivals – Acadia, St. Francis Xavier, and St. Mary’s – football players are students.  More-or-less regular-sized students.  The season is 8 games long, including home-and-away matches with all three league rivals.  They don’t fool with playoffs.  (Winter is coming.)

To my mind, that means MTA keeps sports in perspective, although I understand women’s varsity ice hockey generates a fair amount of passion during the long Canadian winters.  (Men’s hockey is only a club sport.)

But I mentioned money, and I suppose it’s time to get down to cases about that.

An “international student” – which means an American – pays a tuition of $16,420 for a year at MTA.   (It’s a good deal more for students who major in Aviation, because of the costs of airplanes and maintenance, but let’s skip that for now.)

Student activity fees are $544.50, and other fees (including technology) add up to $325.

Since American students aren’t automatically entitled to Canada’s free health care system, there’s a fee for that - $595 for a year.

Plus there’s housing.  Mount Allison’s dorms are modern and very nice.  Assuming you want a single room with its private bath, that’s $6426.  There are other options, of course – the lowest being a triple room with bath for $4,493.

Regardless of your room choice, there are residence fees.  These add up to $693.

And there’s food – which I’ve tried.  (It’s extremely good, with lots of healthy options.)  The cost is $4509 for the year.

So let’s add that up.  Assuming you pick the most luxurious housing, your total cost for a year, all included, would be $29,512.50.

In Canadian money.

That’s important.  At present, the “loonie” now worth 71 cents in American money, which substantially reduces the bottom line.  Tuition, fees, room, board, and Canadian health insurance will end up costing you about $21,000 American.

Plus a bit for extra sweaters and really good boots.

And that’s the pitch.  For $21,000, you can attend a university which has been ranked by McLean’s magazine (Canada’s equivalent of the US News & World Report) as Canada’s Number 1 small university for 18 of the past 25 years. 

You can live in a lovely, small, safe town, among the polite (and mostly unarmed) citizens of Sackville.  You can absorb the culture of a legally bilingual province.  (Even fortune cookies at the Chinese restaurants come with a fortune on each side – English in red, French in blue).

And you can live in a country where Justin Trudeau is prime minister.

Not bad, eh?

"I Am Most Seriously Displeased"

Nine days from the Iowa caucuses – and barely two weeks before the New Hampshire primary – the Establishment is most seriously displeased.

Despite repeated scoldings, the American people seem increasingly inclined to nominate a couple of rank outsiders – Bernie Sanders and Donald Trump – as the candidates of two parties whose elites regard them as entirely unsuitable.    

Yet, for Democratic voters at least, the scoldings go on.

The media wing of the Establishment has tried radically different strategies to quell the Sanders and Trump insurgencies.

With Mr. Trump, it tried over-exposure, providing him with a level of coverage an incumbent President could envy.  Every boast, every insult, every politically-incorrect utterance was broadcast and rebroadcast – presumably in hopes that Mr. Trump’s supporters would see their folly and repent. 

Thus far, of course, the blanket coverage has only saved Mr. Trump from having to dip into his personal billions to buy advertising.  The Establishment media have provided him with a king’s ransom in free PR, and his numbers have grown steadily as a result.

The Establishment media tried the opposite tack with Senator Sanders.  Focusing on the “inevitability” of Hillary Clinton, they tried to ignore Sanders’ growing crowds.  As small-dollar contributions rolled in from hundreds of thousands of Bernie supporters, they sought to ignore that, too.

For as long as they could, they ignored polls showing that Bernie was catching up to Hillary in New Hampshire – then in Iowa.  Once those polls became impossible to ignore, they began trying to minimize the importance of the first two states, characterizing them as “too liberal” and “too white” to reflect the real Democratic Party.

Finally, when nothing else seemed to work, the media Establishment largely gave up on Mr. Trump.  They still cover him, of course, but without much apparent expectation that the Republican core voter will repent.  That voter doesn’t much care for the mainstream media, and not even the sternest lecture seems likely to deter him or her from anointing the Donald as winner in the first two contests.

On the Democratic side, the Establishment has redoubled its efforts to save the faltering campaign of Mrs. Clinton.  Having tried everything else, the Establishment has adopted the strategy best exemplified by Jane Austen’s creation, Lady Catherine de Bourgh.

For those a bit rusty on their Pride and Prejudice, Lady Catherine is a domineering old dowager who is determined to prevent the rumored engagement of her aristocratic nephew, Mr. Darcy, with the spunky, middle-class Elizabeth Bennet.

Her strategy involves paying a surprise visit to the Bennet home, where she confronts Elizabeth and insists that she give up all pretensions to marrying the very eligible Mr. Darcy. 

To relish the brilliance of this delicious scene, I refer the reader to Chapter 56 – or, if he or she has thus far neglected it, to the entirety of Pride and Prejudice.  But for a taste of Lady Catherine’s tactics, please sample the following:

“Obstinate, headstrong girl!  I am ashamed of you!  Is this your gratitude for my attentions to you last spring?  Is nothing due to me on that score? … You are to understand, Miss Bennet, that I came here with the determined resolution of carrying my purpose; nor will I be dissuaded from it.  I have not been used to submit to any person’s whims.  I have not been in the habit of brooking disappointment.”

Having thus begun, Lady Catherine goes on to alternate between insulting Elizabeth’s modest rank in society, and urging her to consult her own best interests by not antagonizing Mr. Darcy’s class-conscious friends and relations.

The result, of course, is the opposite of what Lady Catherine intends.  Elizabeth, who has given up the dream of Mr. Darcy, is encouraged to hope.  And when Darcy hears of her stubborn refusal to renounce him, he makes up his mind to propose. 

The Establishment media – bolstered by the political science establishment – are now engaged in precisely the tactics embraced by Lady Catherine de Bourgh.  With ill-disguised hauteur, they are warning those considering a vote for Bernie Sanders not to presume too far.  

The key word in the Establishment's arsenal is “pragmatic”.  Like Elizabeth Bennet, Americans are scolded not to hope for too much.  Universal health care, affordable college education, a living minimum wage, guaranteed parental leave, serious legislation to curb carbon emissions – these demands are not possible in the Establishment’s version of reality.

Tut-tut!   Remember your place.  Be patient.  Be pragmatic.  Trust the Establishment.  Accept incremental progress.  

Above all, listen to your betters.  This Sanders business has been all very well, but don’t even think about nominating him.

In departing from the unyielding Miss Bennet, Lady Catherine fired this Parthian shot.  “I am most seriously displeased.”

Do the American people dare to risk the serious displeasure of the Establishment?

Stay tuned.

Up - and Down

I skipped last Thursday’s Republican “debate”, instead watching a DVD of Up, my all-time favorite animated film. 

A quick plug:  If you haven’t seen Up, please do.  The first ten minutes tell, perhaps, the sweetest love story in all of film – animated, and almost without dialogue.

What follows is the story of a crusty, curmudgeonly widower (voiced by Ed Asner) who finds a way to reconnect with the love of his life by going on the adventure they had always promised each other.

There’s also a talking dog who is… well, you just have to meet “Dug”.

But back to the Republican “debate”.

I’ll probably watch if the networks ever figure out how to manage an actual debate.  Which they could, if they’d ask their sports divisions.

The truth is, a candidate can’t be measured in a ten-man joint press conference.  One-on-one debates would tell us a lot more. 

If I were in charge, I’d host a series of one-on-one debates, using a double-elimination bracket system like, say, the NCAA College World Series.

Seed the candidates, put them into brackets, and conduct a series of two-candidate debates – using viewer polls to pick the winners. 

After the first round, both would candidates go on – one to the “winner’s bracket”, the other to the “loser’s bracket”.  After the each subsequent round, two-time losers would drop out.

If they ran the tournament between now and the New Hampshire primary, it would give each candidate – even those not well-known at present – two chances to show his or her stuff against a single opponent.

And that would tell us something.

And if you think that’s a lot of debates, remember that there were twenty Republican debates in 2012, most using the present absurd format – and they produced *sigh* Mitt Romney.   

A double-elimination tournament would help voters choose – and once the actual primaries started, the networks could stage a second series of debates featuring still-viable candidates.

Thursday’s ten-candidate format would only have made sense if we lived in an age of greatness.

Imagine a debate in 1789, with George Washington appearing on-stage with nine other candidates.  The nine would probably have fallen silent to let the Great Man speak – or, if he preferred (as he probably would) say a few words and just stand there.

But then, Washington was a certifiably Great Man.  Foreign travelers familiar with the courts of Europe wrote privately that Washington was vastly more impressive than any ruling European monarch. 

Today, as we audition people for Washington’s job, we have nothing resembling a Great Man.  Most of the Republicans – and several of the Democrats – resemble nothing so much as a convention of funeral directors. 

Which might, indeed, be appropriate.

Because the present election – like most elections since I reached voting age – seems to represent another step towards the death of the Republic.

Apparently, our democratic process can no longer produce leaders able to do the hard work of governing in complex times.  Such men and women are probably out there, but we don’t vote for them.

As citizens and voters, we lack the conviction, intelligence, and – let’s face it – patriotism to vote for people with the wisdom to see what needs to be done; do it; and not care very much if we don’t agree. 

We prefer politicians who agree with us – which is curious, since most of us will freely admit that we don’t understand the complexities of today’s world.

Nonetheless, we prefer candidates who make us feel smart – which, of course, means they are lying to us.

In recent weeks, I’ve been reading a first-rate biography of Julius Caesar by Christian Meier, a German scholar of the post-War generation.  It’s not a book I’d recommend to everyone.  Like many German scholars, Meier takes a philosophical approach to history, seeking great patterns rather than simply telling a story.

Meier’s prose – at least in English translation – can be opaque.  Occasionally, I find myself wandering in the fog.  But the book’s overall impact is to confirm impressions I gained from earlier, more accessible, reading.

Some years ago, Colleen McCullough – the Australian novelist – wrote a fascinating, well-researched series of novels about the last hundred years of the Roman Republic.  The opening volume, The First Man in Rome, deals with Julius Caesar’s uncle, Gaius Marius, a military man who gained great power in the Republic.  Subsequent novels explore the careers of the dictator Sulla, Pompey the Great, and Julius Caesar. 

All in all, McCullough – like Meier – explores the factors which transformed Rome from a free, self-governing city-state to a vast, despotic empire. 

I’m increasingly fascinated by the history of the late Republic – not because I believe America will follow its exact path, but because there are sufficient parallels to set off alarm bells.

One of the consistent themes is the smallness of the men – mostly patrician Senators – who claimed the right to govern Rome.

And the silliness of the ordinary people who voted in Rome’s elections. 

Those parallels, at least, are much in evidence in 2015.

Dollars for Athens

Here’s a thought, for those who aren’t ready to throw Greece to the wolves.

Why don’t we send them a few hundred billion dollars?

Okay, don’t get all excited.  I’m not suggesting that we give them the dollars.  Just that we exchange those dollars, at the current rate, for their holdings in Euros.

In other words, offer the Greeks the option of making the dollar their currency – at least for the time being.

The process is called dollarization, and it’s neither novel nor particularly radical.  At present, ten states – besides the United states – use the dollar as their official currency.  (The largest is Ecuador.)  Another dozen or so use the dollar as one of their official currencies, or peg their currency to the dollar.

It costs us nothing for another country to decide to use dollars instead of a currency of their own.  Indeed, it’s a sort of compliment – not to mention a boon for American tourists.

But the real advantage of dollarization – for the Greeks – would be that it would offer them a way of leaving the Euro zone without having to plunge into the chaos of printing and distributing a new drachma at a time when its value would be very, very unstable.

It would also – and this is important – offer the Greek government a weapon with which to negotiate on slightly better terms with the European Union, the German government, and the bankers who run both.

Now, of course, there are those among us who want to see the Greek people, and their government, humbled by the European equivalent of our Wall Street “masters of the universe”.  The Greeks have been profligate, without question.  They’ve elected governments which have spent too freely, made commitments that far exceeded prudence, and done a miserable job of collecting taxes from the rich and powerful.

That said, Greek democracy is barely out of its infancy. 

Yes, that’s ironic, considering where democracy got its start.  But since Athens lost the Peloponnesian War, in 404 BC, the birthplace of democracy has been part of the Macedonian, Roman, Byzantine, and Ottoman empires – to say nothing of spending four years under the bootheels of the Third Reich.

Modern democracy in Greece dates from 1975 – not much time to learn to choose one’s leaders responsibly.  A nation with more than two centuries of self-government might be mature enough to balance its budgets and maintain a reasonable level of national debt – though you couldn’t prove it by the United States – but that’s a lot to expect of an adolescent democracy like Greece.

After all, we don’t allow teenagers to qualify for credit cards with high borrowing limits – and we’d prosecute anyone who offered them the option.

Yet that’s more or less what the European Union and its pet banks – not to mention some of the same Wall Street firms which got us into the recent recession – did to Greece.  They talked a bunch of inexperienced and corrupt politicians into borrowing more than they could possibly repay – and are now using that excuse to pillage Greece, privatizing its best assets at a fraction of their value.

The United States, of course, shouldn’t let this happen – but if we were too spineless to stand up to an enfeebled Russia over the Crimea, we’re not likely to stand up to our best allies over Greece.

But dollarization wouldn’t really require that.  The Greeks could do it on their own.

To be sure, if I were President, I’d go farther.  I’d front the Greeks a few billion to bridge the next few payments to the European banks.  I’d even help to fly in some currency to help them switch to the dollar more conveniently – flying home the Euros which we exchanged them for.

And then, I’d sit down with the Chancellor of Germany and let her know, politely but firmly, that we didn’t allow German troops to overrun Europe in World Wars I and II, and that we don’t intend to allow German bankers to take over sovereign states in the 21^st century.

In doing so, I would note, we are not trying to harm our ally, Germany.  Nor are we trying to destroy the European Union.

Indeed, you could say we were trying to keep the European Union from destroying itself.

But whether we act thus boldly or not, there’s nothing to keep the Greek government from adopting the dollar on their own.

And it would serve the Eurocrats right if they did just that.  Or if we helped them.

To the Graduates

Half a lifetime ago, I was invited to deliver the graduation address at Lloyd C. Bird High School.

As I recall, the event took place in broad daylight, on the football field, and it was absurdly hot and humid.  Moreover, I found my words coming back at me from stadium loudspeakers – on about a one-second delay – which was rather distracting. 

I’m not sure I made a good deal of sense.

At any rate, I’ve never been asked to deliver another graduation speech, which is probably just as well. 

When I spoke at Bird, I was the sort of person who might be invited to speak at a graduation – a young lawyer and politician who could be counted on to say nothing disturbing.

These days, I’m an increasingly curmudgeonly, sixty-something opinion writer who would be apt to say something uncomfortable if offered the opportunity.  Perhaps something along these lines:

First, if you’re planning to go to college next year, postpone those plans.

Almost any college will reserve your place while you take a “gap year”.  Indeed, the better the school, the more likely that it will recognize that a year, or even two, will make you a more mature, serious scholar when you eventually matriculate.

So take a year off.

Get an apartment with a friend, get a real job, and learn what it’s like to work for a living.

Get a passport, grab a rucksack, and bum your way around the world.  Try to avoid actual war-zones, or places where you’ll be hated just for being American.  (That will limit your options.)  Visit your planet.

Spend a year doing something of service to humanity.  Try to avoid “mission work”.  You’re too young to know anything of intellectual – much less, spiritual – value to people in need.  But you’re the perfect age to do hard, thankless work.

If you really want some perspective, get a job in a nursing home or assisted living facility.  Confront your mortality.

Or, if you’re really ready to grow up, join the military.  Spend two years serving your country and getting to know Americans who can’t afford to go to college without taking that route.

Second, while you’re taking that “gap year”, reconsider your college plans.  Almost no one your age has a clue about choosing a college.

Mostly, kids choose a school because some of their friends are going there.

Or because a parent, close relative, or favorite teacher went there.

Or because of some vaguely-perceived idea of its “reputation” – which probably has more to do with its graduate programs or the prowess of its athletic teams than the quality of its undergraduate education.

Here’s some news: 

Within a year, few of your high school friends will be nearly as close as they are now.  Their college preferences will turn out to be irrelevant.

While your parents’, relatives’, and teachers’ affection for their respective alma maters is doubtless passionate, you mustn’t confuse their decades-old memories with current reality.  Colleges change.

For example, I have three degrees from UVA, and I love the place.  But I’ve counseled decades of my own students to go elsewhere for their undergraduate study.

The best education available in this country is at small liberal arts colleges you’ve probably never heard of - schools where undergraduate courses are taught by professors – not underpaid adjuncts.  Schools with, at most, Division III athletic teams.

Third, when you eventually go to college, don’t choose your courses in order to prepare for a career.

Yes, in today’s economy, it’s a good idea to have a college degree when you start applying for jobs.  But, within five years of graduation, most young people end up working in careers that have nothing to do with their college majors.

So study things which will teach you to think, logically and critically.  Study things which will stimulate your imaginative side.

Most important, study things that will last.  Ten years from now, today’s fashionable major will end up being about as serviceable as today’s cellphone.

Keep this in mind.  You’ve just graduated from a public school system which is increasingly devoted – not to education – but to preparing students for standardized tests.

If you’d graduated twenty years ago, there’s a chance you’d know how to think.  In the era of SOLs, there’s almost no chance of that.

It’s not your fault, but your parents – and the politicians they have helped to elect – have assured that you belong to the most ignorant generation in this country’s history.

College represents your best chance to correct that.

So study History, Philosophy, Literature and the Classics.  These enduring subjects will teach you to think.

Become fluent in a second language.  Your country isn’t doing too well, these days.  It’s good to have options.

And learn Accounting.  The big corporations – aided by your government – are shipping jobs overseas, or giving them to robots.  Chances are, if you want to get ahead, you’ll end up working for yourself.

It would be good if you could balance your books.

Finally, understand that this could all be bad advice.  You’ve spent the past eighteen years listening to adults who don’t know what they’re talking about.  There’s no reason to believe that I’ll turn out to be different.

Perhaps that’s the best reason to devote the next few years to learning to think for yourself.

Good News from the North

I’m going to ask you to try something difficult.

Imagine that the state of Texas held elections for governor and state legislature, and that – as a result of those elections – the Republican Party not only lost the governor’s mansion and the statehouse, but finished third.

Imagine, further, that the winning party was not the Democrats, but a fourth party which had never before tasted power in that state – a party with environmental and social policies well to the left of the Democrats’ positions.

Imagine, finally, that the newly-elected governor of Texas was a petite, blonde lawyer from a hipster neighborhood of, say, Austin.

Impossible, right?  Such a thing could never happen in America.

But it could happen in Canada.

On May 5, the citizens of Alberta elected a commanding majority of 53 New Democrats to their provincial legislature – considerably better than their present four members.

As a result, Rachel Notley, a 51-year-old labor lawyer and advocate for special-needs children, will be Alberta’s first left-of-center prime minister in a half-century.

Ms. Notley – everyone calls her “Rachel” – will command a 60% legislative majority, which includes a 20-year-old Thomas Dang, a computer science major at the University of Alberta.
  

The pro-business Progressive Conservatives – who have dominated Alberta for all those decades – were reduced to a small minority.  The official party of opposition will be the Wildrose Party – this is Canada, eh? – a coalition of libertarians and social conservatives.

I mention all this here for several reasons. 

First, it’s unlikely that many Americans will be aware of this sea-change.  Our polarized national media – obsessed with our own surplus of obscure presidential candidates, Baltimore, and Tom Brady’s somewhat deflated reputation – managed to cover Britain’s recent elections – but I didn’t hear a peep about Alberta.

Not even on NPR – which is rapidly losing any resemblance to a serious news network. 

Indeed, were it not for Facebook, I might still be living in ignorance of the most remarkable political story in some time.

My second reason for is the sheer, stunning unexpectedness of the event.

Keep in mind the challenge I set forth at the beginning of this piece.  Alberta isn’t Texas, but it’s as the closest thing Canada has to Texas – a Prairie province which is home to the environmental Hell-on-earth known as the Alberta tar sands. 

Alberta, in other words, is the source of the horrid gunk which promoters want to push through the Keystone XL pipeline – if that absurd boondoggle is ever built – and, when the inevitable ruptures occur, into the streams and groundwater of the American Plains.

Yet the people of Alberta – apparently indifferent to the economic power of the oil industry – have voted out that industry’s partisan defenders and elected a new leader who felt compelled, in her first day, to reassure Big Oil that her party isn’t out to destroy them.

Just tax them, and regulate them.  And take a long, hard look at new pipeline projects.

Beyond this, I’m not at all sure what to say.  I used to know a little about Canadian politics, but – during the Harper years – I lost interest.  For some time now, Canada has seemed to be drifting in the direction of American politics – and I wouldn’t wish our present political system on anyone.

Perhaps it’s time I got a new subscription to Maclean’s, Canada’s leading news magazine.  I get the feeling Rachel Notley and her party are going to be making news for some time to come – especially if they forge an alliance with British Columbia, which has the greenest regional government in North America.

There are battles to be fought, and – having lived my whole life in Virginia – it’s not easy to be optimistic.  Sometimes, it’s good to be reminded that there are places – not that far away – where English-speaking people enjoy a political system which isn’t entirely run by corporate money.

Perhaps, someday, we Americans will take our own country back – though not, I suspect, until we develop some new political parties of our own.

For the moment, though, I’m happy for the good people of Alberta.  I wish them well.

A hundred years from now, if we humans don’t prove entirely self-destructive, the widespread use of fossil fuels will be as unthinkable as human slavery.  

We’ll be using advanced technologies to get most of our power from the ultimate source of all energy on this planet – the Sun – with assistance from conservation and other renewable sources.

And some countries – the ones which have taken the lead in the great conversion from fossil fuels to sustainable energy – will be the economic leaders of the planet.

At present, the United States is still positioned to become first among those leaders, but neither American political party has offered a plan for making that happen.

Canada might now be poised to outstrip us.  If the good folks north of the border can shake off the political dominance of Big Oil – as has apparently happened in Alberta – powerful resources are in place to make our neighbors the New World’s leader in New Energy.

Too bad we're not yet prepared to join them.