I’m going
to tell my readers something you probably didn’t know about me. Forty years ago, in
1975, while taking a year off college, I got on my bike and rode it over to
city hall, where I took out nomination papers to run as an independent
candidate in that year’s provincial election. I was just nineteen and I was
upset. You see none of the parties were willing to support choice in education.
I thought I’d run on that one issue, because at that time I believed that
Ontario should support private parochial schools, as in British Columbia and
Alberta, and as John Tory would in his ill-fated run for Ontario’s premiership
a few years ago.
In any case,
back in 1975, I never filled those nomination papers out. I was too busy
earning money for college and playing baseball with my friends to get the 100
or so signatures I needed. But since I was a resident of Premier Bill Davis’s
riding, in Brampton, Ontario, the press kept an eye on such things. So, the day
after I took the nomination papers home, local papers reported it. Next, my
phone started ringing—mostly friends, former teachers, and members of my church.
I found I liked the attention. I didn’t have a campaign staff, didn’t have
money, and didn’t have a prayer running against Bill Davis. But, a bit
narcissistically, I basked in the limelight anyway.
That wasn’t
the end of my political dabbling. In 2003, when I was a magazine editor in West
Michigan, I wrote an article musing about a possible run for the United States Congress.
I was pretty well known in my district because of the magazine. I could have
been a credible candidate for the Democratic Party. A couple of people emailed
me to say it would be a great idea. Again, I liked that. But the party
establishment didn’t bite, and it is just as well, because Republicans had been
elected out of that congressional district for about 100 years anyway.
Now,
looking back on those two times I dipped my toe in political waters, with the
perspective of many years and hopefully, by now, a little wisdom, I can admit
that one of the things that motivated me to even think about running for
office—at least a little—was the glare of publicity. I enjoyed my fifteen
minutes—or less—of being the centre of attention.
Now, I
can’t speak for politicians in general. Perhaps it isn’t ambition, or ego, or
fame that motivates most politicians. Perhaps the politicians we love best are
motivated by ideals, by a deep and abiding concern for the common good, and by
a desire to serve rather than be served. Some undoubtedly are.
But what I really
hope--and this is the main point I want to make--is that the same holds true for us, the voters. Do we decide our vote on the basis of “me, myself, and I?” Do we
vote on the basis of our needs, our wants, and our ambitions—or do we choose to
vote on some other, more idealistic basis?
I find it
interesting that almost all the media attention, almost all party promises,
almost all campaign ads are about what I will get out of this election—more
security, maybe; a job, or day care, or cheaper tuition, or a faster commute,
or income splitting, or whatever.
This trend of
focussing campaigns on the voters’ narrowest interests really came into focus
during the 1980 Presidential campaign that pitted Ronald Reagan against Jimmy
Carter. Ronald Reagan famously asked the electorate, “are you better off now
than four years ago?” But it is much the same here. In fact, this past August
the Toronto Star asked voters that
exact question in a front-page poll.
People seem
to take it for granted that most politicians run for selfish reasons, and that most
people vote for selfish reasons. But ultimately, I think a politics rooted in
“me, myself, and I” first is going to leave a lot of important issues in the
dust--especially for people who want to mirror Jesus' priorities.
There is a
recent trilogy of books and movies that are actually a parable about the “me
first,” and “am I better off than four years ago,” style of politics. It’s
called The Hunger Games. The movies
starred everyone’s favourite Oscar stumbler, Jennifer Lawrence.
The novels
are not high literature, and the movies, though fun, are not classics. Both
made a lot of money. The author, Suzanne Collins, pictures a North American country
called Panem divided into twelve zones. One zone, the Capital, is home to a
society much like ours. It is rich. Its citizens luxuriate in the latest trends,
and especially coming up with new and bizarre fashions. The population of the
capital is preoccupied with violent stadium games—Ultimate Fighting to the
death. And they love gorging on the best food, parties, beautiful homes, and
7-24 entertainment.
In contrast
to Capital, the rest of the districts in Panem exist to support the Capital’s health
and wealth. The districts mine minerals and manufacture, grow crops and provide
human fodder for capital. And they are sinkholes of poverty. Until, finally,
Jennifer Lawrence’s character, Katniss, leads—not always willingly—the
districts in an open revolt against the capital.
The books
and movies are an allegory. Hunger Games is about how the few with
power on earth tend to live for themselves, and how the many pay the price.
The Hunger Games says that when inequality and lack of fairness
gets out of hand, whether within or between countries; when the accident of
birth matters more than character or heart or hard work; when my games,
pastimes, and entertainment mean more than the welfare of all—in such
situations, there will eventually be hell to pay.
In Psalm 85 the Psalmist—who is a refugee, in Babylon, because the Babylonians
have destroyed Israel and sent its people to live in other parts of the
empire—the Psalmist is dreaming of a new and better
Israel. In his vision, he says that a perfect Israel—a perfect nation—would be
a place where “Steadfast love and faithfulness will meet, where righteousness
and peace will kiss each other” (v. 10). An more colloquial translation might put it that the best
society is one where “justice and shalom embrace.”
What would
that look like? Well, in scripture, justice is always measured by how the
alien—the foreigner, the refugee—how the alien within our gates or city is
treated; by how the orphan and the widow—traditionally the poorest people in
Israel—were cared for. And shalom was not only international peace, but a
national culture where all debts were supposed to be forgiven every fifty
years; where prosperity was not limited to a few; where the rich were required
to leave enough in the fields after harvest to feed the poor. In ancient Israel, justice and shalom
embracing was a world where no one had to look out over his or her shoulder in
fear, because everyone else was looking over their shoulder, for your best
interests.
Of course,
as a parable, The Hunger Games is
full of exaggeration to make its point. And unlike the world of Panem, we are also
a democracy. And what it is going to take for us to steer clear of
environmental apocalypse, even more minorities in jail than there are now, reconciliation
between First Nations and the rest of us, between racial minorities and the
rest of us; what it is going to take to avoid more terrorism and more military
missions; what it is going to take beat climate change and beat poverty and
homelessness . . . what it is going to take is citizens like us voting for the
embrace of justice and shalom rather than just voting for the party that we
think will leave us, personally, better off in four or five years.
Look, I won’t
want to tell anyone how to vote. God knows, all the parties think that it’s
your pocket book that is most important to you. But we collectively have an
ancient vision rooted in Psalm 85. When you vote, do so in the best interests
of the neighbour that we are called by Jesus to love, rather than merely for your
private interests. Don't Vote for yourself, but for your neighbor. It’s a radical idea at the root of almost every political
ideology out there, from Marxism to Conservatism—and yet it is the one idea we
hear far too little about in this election campaign.
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