The worst enemy of
the West is itself, and the same goes for our democracy. We are so arrogantly
certain of our survival and superiority, we in the Western democracies, that we
never give a moment’s thought to how we appear to others. We don’t have to do so,
we think, because of our inherent superiority and invincible strength. Why
should we worry what Africans, for example, think of us?
Civilizations, it
has often been said, do not collapse because of external enemies, but from
internal decay. There is not a strict opposition between the two processes,
however, for decay may make external enmity far more formidable than it might
otherwise have been. And internal decay there certainly is.
Our unpreparedness
to see ourselves as others see us is all the worse because the Western
democracies, which thought themselves the model for the rest of the world to
follow after the fall of the Berlin Wall, have lost their allure in much of the
world, at the very time when they are losing financial and military power.
Try to imagine
yourself an intelligent person in a non-Western country reading the story of
Susanna Gibson, a candidate for election to the state legislature of Virginia.
This lady, now 45, streamed herself having sex with her husband (a family
lawyer, by the way), taking paid requests for further sexual activities. I will
not repeat what she is reported to have said while performing: Suffice it to
say that it was not refined.
Her excuse for her
paid exhibitionism is that she was raising money for good causes; that is to
say, the causes that she would vote for if elected. Thus, the end justified the
means; and this argument seems to have convinced at least some voters. It is by
no means certain that she will lose the election.
What would you, the
intelligent person in a non-Western country, think? No doubt your own country
is full of degradation and depravity, but nothing so frivolously decadent as
this. You would think that a country in which such a thing could happen with
impunity is worthy neither of respect nor emulation, and even if you would like
to emigrate to it, your desire would be to improve your personal material
conditions of life rather than join a society that you could admire for its
underlying ethics or principles. As the Chinese would put it, the country in
which such things happen has lost the mandate of heaven.
It is not only in
the United States that the shamelessness of candidates besmirches the prestige
of popular election as the legitimation of government. Churchill famously said
that democracy is the worst form of government, except for all the others, but
the dishonest antics of candidates can make even the last proposition seem
doubtful.
In France, a
candidate for the French National Assembly, Juliette de Causans, has admitted
that she used a photograph in her campaign that had been retouched—so grossly
retouched, in fact, that when an untouched photograph of her was placed beside
her campaign photograph, you would not have known that it was of the same
person, and indeed could not possibly have been the same person. It turns out
that several other candidates of her party, called Europe Ecology Equality,
have done the same thing.
This is not quite
as bad, perhaps, as what the pornographic candidate for the Virginian
legislature did, and indeed I have on occasion allowed a publisher to do
something vaguely similar by using an out-of-date photograph of myself in the
publication of my work (not that I was ever so good-looking that it affected
sales in the slightest). But it would satisfactorily demonstrate to any
intelligent non-Western person how deep is the intellectual and moral rot of
our democracy.
In the first place,
the heavy retouching of the campaign photograph implies that a significant
number of people—enough to make the difference between victory and defeat—vote
on the basis of a photograph of the candidate. This does not suggest a
well-informed electorate that takes its political choices very seriously. The
electorate is more like the clientele of a supermarket that shops without a
list of what it needs.
But perhaps the
candidate who doctored her picture was mistaken; in reality the electorate
takes no notice of such things as how the candidate allegedly looks. If this
were the case, she (and those who did likewise) would have been insulting
toward the very people whose vote she (and the others) solicited. No doubt in
an age of publicity, sometimes known as information, a certain degree of
superficiality is inevitable; but when politicians can so alter their
photographs that they bear very little relation to reality, we are approaching
Soviet levels of dishonesty, an era when people disappeared from past
photographs as soon as they were disappeared from life. (I always laugh,
incidentally, whenever I see Mr. Xi’s jet-black hair.)
When the
unfortunate disparity between Ms. Causans’ real appearance and that in her
election posters was exposed, she said, “It is my right as a candidate to have
a beautiful photo.” Could anything better illustrate the egotism that is now
current in the Western world?
Alas, having a
beautiful photograph and being beautiful are not at all the same thing. Many
beautiful photographs have been taken of ugly or even deformed people, but that
is not the same as making the subjects themselves beautiful (though they may
have beautiful characters). No one has a right to be considered beautiful, and
no one has a right to deceive the public by what amounts to forgery.
Far more brutal
things go on in dictatorships, of course. But intelligent non-Westerners, who
often take it as a given that their government will be mendacious, corrupt, and
tyrannical, but who have been read lessons in good government for years by
Western intellectuals, will increasingly realize that Western democracies are
giants with feet of clay, that our people and our institutions are rotten
through and through. Our political life seems little more than a succession of
scandal, corruption, mendaciousness, frivolity, and bitter disputation over
nothing, while on every hand real and severe problems and dangers go
unaddressed. We are therefore no longer to be looked up to, but rather down
upon. Prestige is like the blush of a grape, and when it goes, it goes forever.
Theodore
Dalrymple’s latest book is Ramses: A Memoir, published by New
English Review.
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