There is always voting being done,
in a free society, but balloting
this year will shortly shift from
voting in that state, to submitting
to the weight of a political indus-
trial complex in our fifty States.
In these hours, where voting still
is able to adopt the form of ballot-
ing, in the last of the Parties to
suffer it as a sideshow soon to be
swept away, this page wants to pay
respect to that state of being, de-
nied even to the Queen - the sheer
joy, as the screenplay says in the
Stephen Frears film, of being par-
tial. Before, that is, the rôle as-
signed to Americans by their Estab-
lishment, of serving, resumes be-
neath a dump of pompous balloons.
One Party howls already of being
taken captive by voting; but this
is the lament of policy's having
been eaten away by false promises.
That Party had not been Conserva-
tive since Dewey. The hot excuse,
making the rounds in the intelli-
gentsia, for the Republicans' em-
barrassment - too much democracy -
understates the Party's distinct
avidity for structuring its coal-
itions on the foulest emotions.
In the other Party, things are
still being said, as we breathe.
One day, suffrage may transpire.
This Tuesday, in Oregon and Ken-
tucky, one wishes to be there,
not for any empire but that one,
just to take the air within one.
Joeri Bosma photo
Sune Jonsson photo