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Chapter 1: The Glorious Masquerade

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An Introduction to Democracy and Its Pitfalls

Chapter 1: The Glorious Masquerade

influence

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An Introduction to Democracy and Its Pitfalls

"Democracy is the worst form of government, except for all the others."

So quipped Winston Churchill, that wily wordsmith who lent an aura of nobility to Britain's shabby imperial delusions. Yet stripped of romanticism, democracy often seems less akin to noble statecraft than garish theatre, with its never-ending pageant of pandering candidates and preening politicians. Its stages may dazzle, but peer behind the curtain, one finds its workings as shabby as an off-Broadway show on a shoestring budget.

Still, one must applaud democracy's enterprising spirit—its ingenious mechanism for legitimizing power through the illusion of popular choice. What is an election but a grand performance to convince the public that its voices matter? The ballots are cast, the tally taken, and the people are given the satisfaction of having supposedly shaped their collective fate for the next act. Never mind the backroom deals and eleventh-hour bargains that bind the victor to monied interests lurking in the wings. The ritual is cathartic, a rite of renewal that reaffirms the social contract between the ruler and the ruled.

If elections smack of mass manipulation, is that not balanced by the accountability they impart? The ballot box bequeaths responsibility even as it bestows power, binding the elected to the electorate in a reciprocal bond. Each side owns the other's actions; the people bear the blame for politicians' misdeeds, just as politicians shoulder the burden of the people's poor judgment. This shared culpability suggests that democracy's deficiencies stem not from institutional failures alone but from flaws in the human material itself. These fickle, frustrated, suggestible masses can be relied upon mainly for their irrationality.

Perhaps, then, the beauty of democracy lies less in its structures than in its imperfection. Its accommodation of clashing views and its flexibility in the face of ignorance are what make it beautiful. If it provides imperfect solutions, it at least steers by the star of collective self-determination, enabling societies to lurch gradually toward enlightenment or run screaming off cliffs of their own devising. Its course may not be swift or graceful, but there is a certain magnificence in the flailing.

When all is said and done, democracy is but an ensemble art. Its success springs from the chemistry between the audience and performers, the rapport between rulers and the ruled. If the cast at times seems mediocre, the fault lies equally with the poor discernment of talent by critics in the crowd. The next act brings a chance to recast the parts—to rewrite roles and relationships through that ritual cleansing called an election. Whether the new dramatis personae effect improvement or further devolution hangs on both the wisdom of the ballot and the integrity of those elevated by its markings. The story shapes the system and is shaped by it, author and subject bound together in a quest for an elusive denouement called "the good society."

The paradox of self-government is this: the notion that the people can forge their destiny despite themselves. Its stages teeter between farce and tragedy, with moments of transcendent grace whose encores are demanded by widespread acclaim. Democracy's most addictive quality may be the suspense it cultivates around expectations of fulfillment, the endless faith it kindles for futures yet unwritten. And if the civic stage persists as part circus, part cesspool, perhaps that stems from our refusal to admit that the joke is on us—that we, both performers and critics, have fouled the roles through which we hope to find redemption.