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Morality Play
Democracy prevailed over fascism in Paraguay last month as the men who run the nation's government and political parties pulled together, fighting to save the right of the people to elect their leaders freely. But the cause may still be lost: The anti-democratic son-of-a-bitch they threw in prison is apparently unable to take a hint, still campaigning for the presidency - and he's winning. If his judicial appeal from behind bars is successful, he can even remain on the ballot. Lino Oviedo, a retired general, was leading in the polls when President Juan Carlos Wasmosy formally accused him of attempting a 1996 coup; as the Miami Herald explained after Oviedo's 10 March sort-of-arrest, "Wasmosy cannot seek re-election but maintains that Oviedo, accused by government officials of trafficking in toxic waste, is a threat to democracy." The police didn't exactly have to hunt him down, either: The threat to democracy was already safely behind bars, jailed following criminal allegations that he had insulted a defender of freedom - namely one Juan Carlos Wasmosy. Despite the coup attempt that cost the general his army post, Wasmosy hadn't actually had his former subordinate locked up until Oviedo had won a spot on the upcoming 10 May final ballot. So: Free elections are important - and we cannot allow the election of a candidate who might not agree. Oh, yes, and no fighting in the war room. You'd have to will yourself blind and deaf - a defense we tend to think of only in the context of being asked to watch George Will speak on baseball (or anything, really) - to notice that this is hardly a unique argument. This kind of thinking is, for example, neatly reflected in Turkey's ongoing crusade to maintain a secular government despite contrary pressures from an Islamic majority. Among many others awaiting punishment in that country for excessive religious zeal, Istanbul mayor Recep Tayyip Erdogan is currently being prosecuted in security court for allegedly giving a speech that referred to faithful Muslims as "our army." ("The minarets," he supposedly also said, "are our bayonets." Must be some pretty unwieldy bayonets - say what you will about the different religions, but you don't see Christians trying to stick people in the chest with the top of the Sunday school building.) And this kind of thinking is also neatly reflected - a little too neatly - in much of the thinking here on Suck's home shore. Funny how one really minor encounter can change the way you look at things. We've spent the last couple of weeks viewing the world through the dark sunglasses of the traffic cop who suggested that we thank him for not throwing us in jail right then and there. We declined to take him up on the offer - hope we didn't hurt your feelings, sir! - and instead ended up calmly (well, not so calmly) trading notions of law and order as he wrote a misdemeanor citation. The accusation: Driving nearly three times the speed limit. The speed limit, however, was 15 miles an hour, an odd and pointless choice for an airport access road well-isolated from much of anything; with no other cars around, in the daylight, on dry pavement. We're pretty sure we could have safely made it down that road with another five or ten miles-per-hour on the speedometer. Which we told the officer, a bit peevishly, as he thrust his radar gun at us so we could see the blinking read-out. He wasn't terribly impressed with the argument. And so we asked: How dangerous was it, really? Setting aside what the sign says, for a moment, did our driving cause any actual danger? (We actually used the term "the spirit of the law," and with a straight face.) The officer looked up, blinked, and went back to scratching out the ticket. "So you think you should just be able to make up your own speed limit?" he asked - rhetorically, of course. The sign says "15," pal - what's your point? The number on the sign, obviously, was handed down from a mountaintop, and is kept on the original stone tablet in a vault at City Hall.
Pretty silly, and just a traffic ticket. But the attitude - the law is what's written, not what's intended, and anyway just never mind what's intended, and anyway what the hell are you talking about - is plenty pervasive, and we don't get many opportunities to actually hear it from The Man face-to-face. Not that we don't get to hear it from The Man through the media, though; here's House Speaker Newt Gingrich passionately
defending life in a June 1997 speech:
Drugs, you see, are addictive and dangerous, and harm people's lives. So we should protect life and health by, you know, killing people. Interestingly, this excerpt comes from a speech the Speaker gave to a group of county sheriffs; during the same speech, he reminded them that they were - as local, rather than federal, law enforcement - the front line of defense against not just crime but also against dictatorial government. Up on that local front line, the very same police department responsible for our airport-road ticket recently offered up an extraordinary example of the consequences that come with the we-suggest-you- just-follow-orders-like-we-do approach to enforcing the rules of legislatively designed social behavior. Michael Pismarck has rented the granny flat in Bob Brown's back yard for several years, but he's not someone you'd be likely to mistake for an actual granny; he acknowledges that he occasionally uses drugs - marijuana, meth - and has lent out his couch to down-on-their-luck friends from time to time, sometimes even to friends who also do drugs. We know, we know: a horrible human being. But try to read on calmly. As the weekly newspaper Westword reported on 9 April, the police showed up at Pismarck's door back in December. They'd been tipped off to the presence of drugs in the house, and they wanted permission to search; Pismarck said yes. The officers found an ounce of marijuana and .078 grams of methamphetamine. Since he had a roommate at the time - the roommate apparently being the person who called the police - and didn't admit that the drugs were his, criminal charges against Pismarck were dropped. The police, however, weren't done. "We'll never know if the officers found everything there," a lieutenant told Westword reporter T.R. Witcher. "Perhaps he had a small amount because he sold some."
Arguments like "we'll never know" and "perhaps he sold some" are kind of flimsy, but who cares? Brown recently received a letter from the police department ordering him to evict Pismarck. He refused. Pismarck had been a good tenant for five years, despite the single incident with the police, and was insisting - plausibly, Brown thought - to have even "cleaned up his act," as Westword describes it. So the police gave the landlord an ultimatum: Evict Pismarck immediately, or they would seize all of Brown's property. As in take it from him, remove from his ownership, take away, goodbye. The city code enabling them to do this is called a "nuisance abatement" law. An ounce of marijuana, less than a gram of meth, a few unprovable feelings over at police headquarters: Quite a nuisance, and more than enough to justify government seizure of someone's home, clearly. Despite the momentary lull, one of the most common complaints about current US culture is the aggrieved belief that we no longer have a good solid set of rules and values, absolute boundaries beyond which it's simply unacceptable to go. Look for this one to flare up again, bright and hot, as the momentum grows toward our next round of national elections. Pat Robertson acolyte Kay Coles James has used precisely the right language to sum up this
idea
The murders and the rapes are really terrible and all that, but we're to understand that the last evil, the moral relativism, is the real biggie. It's the root of the others - not that crimes have "root causes," a verboten term - and the disease that has to be stomped out before the others can be truly healed. This is supposed to be a conservative idea, but the truth is that it can be played either way. One of the clearest descriptions of moral relativism was offered thirty years ago in a book meant to teach about social justice. Community organizer Saul Alinsky explained, in the 1971 book Rules for Radicals, how to fight evil; his recipe for righteousness in the streets and cities of the US still reads like a handbook for third-world thugs, religious-right-pandering Republican politicians, and James Carville. "All issues must be polarized if action is to follow," Alinsky wrote. "One acts decisively only in the conviction that all the angels are on one side, and all the devils are on the other."
And so it becomes possible, possessing clear and firmly held moral values, to imprison anti-democracy candidates, and prosecute people who express religious convictions that threaten religious freedom, and kill people who sell marijuana to protect the lives of the people who smoke it, and seize homes without evidence to protect against nuisances. Free of moral relativism, with all the devils shoved over to one side and the path to righteousness bright and unimpeded, the perils of individual judgment are conveniently overcome, and the truth - check the appropriate document for the truth belonging to your particular order - can be made to dominate. Should make a hell of an argument in traffic court, don't you think? courtesy of Ambrose Beers |
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