Democracy means diversity

If there is one thing rightwing political parties consistently do wrong is not taking enough distance from fascism. Recent developments in the UK and the Netherlands show this once again.

If there is one thing leftwing politicicans consistently do wrong is not taking enough distance from communism. The main moticiation for leftwing social-democratic politics should be the protection of diversity in a society. Where rightwing politicians think that economical freedom automatically leads to diversity, leftwing politics is aware that for the protection of diversity, one should guarantee affordable access for everyone to main aspects of a society (e.g. health, education, justice). Communism, on the other hand, never has protected diversity, quite the contrary. This is both true for communist countries (there is not a single example of a communist country that didn’t actively suppress diversity) as for communist parties in democratic countries (e.g., the former CPN in the Netherlands, CUP in Spain) which always part from their main dogma that their party represents “the people” and hence not agreeing with them automatically will make you an enemy of “the people”.

Any political movement that speaks in slogans of “the people” goes fundamentally against the basic idea of democracy: diversity. It is therefore unfortunate that nowadays almost all political parties, never mind their orientation, claims to represent  the “will of the people”.


Referenda make no democracy

People should realize referendums are not democratic. A referendum is not democratic because:

  1. it bypasses the democratically chosen parliament
  2. instead of representing a diversity in society it only favours one group (tiranny of the mayority)
  3. it misleads in asking binary questions (in/out) about subjects which are more complicated (what does “out” mean?)
  4. it is based on the idea that there is only 1 people with 1 voice instead of a diverse society with a variety of interests.

Going back

It was early in the morning. I stood on the metro platform and I was reading a newspaper, only vaguely aware of the people around me. A girl with abundant black hair and a green skirt. A man with an umbrella. Two boys in their school uniforms.
So absorbed was I in my paper, that I heard rather than saw that the metro had arrived. A voice over the intercom said something unintelligibly, first in Catalan, then in Spanish, but I didn’t pay attention to it. I heard the doors open and I stepped forward.
Then a guy jumped out of the metro and clashed right into me. I realised I stood right in front of the doors. Normally, I hate people who do that: blocking the exit way for passengers who come out of the train. They should all be shot, I think. “Fool!”, said the guy who had come out. “Sorry, ” I said, hiding my face behind the paper and then I was in the train and the doors had closed. The train quickly gathered speed.
Only then did I fold my paper and sat down. And only then did I realise that there was nobody in the train. Except for one girl, who sat right in front of me. She must have been about 10 years old and she looked strange. She wore a dress that was much too big for her, and also much too adult. Like a grandma dress.
Meanwhile, the train was still going faster, and it didn’t stop at the next station.
– “Hello,” I said to the girl.
She pointed with a finger to me: “You should not be here.”
– “Why?”
She shrugged her shoulders.
– “So, why are you here?”
– “I waited too long. And then it was too late.”
I didn’t understand. – “So, where are we going?”
– “Back,” she said. Just one word. Back.
– “But…,” I said…, moving my hand to imitate the movement of the train which was clearly going forward. But she shook her head and indicated her watch, an old-fashioned golden watch. The watch was so small that I couldn’t read the time but only saw a blur.
I started to wonder what was wrong with this girl. Maybe she was ill. Why was she here, all by herself? And where was everybody else? More stations had passed by and the train did not stop.
I looked at her. On a string around her neck hung a pair of reading spectacles. Strange.
– “So, when no passengers are allowed,” I said, “Why did the train stop at my station? Why did it let me in?”
– “It didn’t”
– “Yes, it did. The train stopped.”
– “Not to let you in. To let you out.”
I shook my head. Maybe the poor girl was crazy.
But the train was slowing down. Another station passed by. And then the train slowed down some more and the girl pointed to the doors. I looked around. The train had stopped at the station where I had gotten in. We must have gone around in a circle.
– “Get out,” she said. It was an order.
For some strange reason, I didn’t hesitate in obeying her. I jumped up and out of the train. Some stupid guy, reading a newspaper was standing on the platform, just outside the doors. People blocking the exit should all be shot, I think. I collided into him and called him a fool. “I’m sorry”, he said and got in. The doors closed and the train left.
I looked at the other passengers on the platform, waiting on the train. They were looking at me now. A girl with abundant black hair and a green skirt. A man with an umbrella. Two boys in their schooluniforms.