Imperial Power
27th January 2002, 23:38
The Proper Role of Government
Understanding the difference between protecting rights and mob rule:
An essay illustrating the consequences of forgetting that a constitutional republic is not the same thing as a democracy. by David Rafner
Imagine you live in a small frontier town. You are the most successful merchant and own a beautiful ranch. On the outskirts of town lives a gang of thugs shacked up in some abandon barns. One day the gang rides up to the town hall. Citizens gather nearby and watch anxiously. In loud voices the gang calls to the city council members who then assemble out on the front steps.
The gang lays out their grievances and their proposed remedies. They are poor, ignorant and surly because they have been mistreated by the rest of the town folks. They were beaten as children; their parents were alcoholics or criminals; they had learning disabilities; they could not find jobs. ‘Social’ justice demands that their sad state of affairs be corrected and that their living standards be "equalized". They state that a nice start would be an improvement in their housing. They've found a ranch that they would like to live on – your ranch.
Their ultimatum is that they get your ranch or they'll vandalize the whole city. The council members turn to you in relief. “My goodness,” they say, “I thought we were in real trouble. It seems all they want is your ranch. We're sure in the name of the public good, you'll be all to happy give it up. After all, we are all responsible for their misfortunes and you would not have a ranch if people in the town had not bought things from you.” Many in the crowd murmur their approval.
Your response is. “No Way. I earned it by my own effort. It's mine and I'm not giving it up.”
A few jeers of “selfish bastard” arise from the crowd. You are unmoved.
With disbelief and indignation, the council members turn to each other and take a vote. “There now, they say, we're the duly elected representatives, and it's unanimous. We vote that you will give up your ranch. We're not taking everything you own. We see that you don't agree with us but surely you can understand how dangerous they are. Surely you see we need to appease them?”
Without hesitation you reply, “No I don't. Our town charter doesn't say anything about appeasement. It doesn't say anything about collective responsibility for someone else's misfortunes. It doesn't say you get to pick-out whose property to sacrifice. The council exists to make laws to protect my property. The sheriff exists to enforce those laws. Use whatever force is necessary to get rid of these stinking thugs. Deputize me and I will help.”
“Come now,” the chairman retorts, “there is no need to insult these fine gentlemen. We need to have toleration and respect for everyone. Of course we are here to make and enforce laws. That's the democratic way, right? But we have to keep the public good at heart. That's our real purpose, you know. You have so much and they have so little.”
Turning to the crowd the council chairman calls out for a quick poll. “Everyone in favor of taking the ranch say, aye.” A loud chorus of approval goes up. You see your friends the local banker, doctor, and grocer among the crowd. The chairman smiles ingratiatingly at you. “You see, everything here is perfectly democratic!”
Defiant you reply, “I DO NOT CONSENT. It doesn't matter what you vote. When I moved into this town I consented to be governed for my PROTECTION not to be looted. You are worse than these thugs. They hardly make a pretense about what they are doing. Your job is to defend me. Instead you're volunteering to use your office to enrich them with stolen property!”
In an angry tone the chairman snaps back, “These men's claims sound very reasonable and I just don't see why you're not more than happy to help. I always suspected you were a greedy S.O.B. You've been successful and now you think you should get off without giving back to our community. We'll we've taken a vote fair and square and that's all there is to it. You might not like our decision but you have to abide by the majority vote just the way the rest of us do. If you don't obey, then we will naturally arrest you and seize your ranch.”
“Furthermore, it seems to me you're being very irrational about this issue, after all there's really no difference from our decision to take your ranch and the high taxes we voted to put on the wealthy last year. You're by far the wealthiest person in town and you paid more than anyone else."
You think for a moment. You look out at the crowd, the gang, then at the chairman. You smile. “In that last regard sir, I would have to agree with you. You may have the ranch tomorrow.”
With an air of snide superiority, the chairman quips back, “There, see now, we've been able to take care of this matter with out using any force at all. It's so much better when people voluntarily comply in a democracy.”
The next day you sell your business and leave town. On your way out you notice the gang once again assembled threateningly in front of city hall. The council members are quietly negotiating with them. Standing silently next to the nervously smiling chairmen is the town doctor. You note all the color seems to have gone out of his face and he is staring vacantly into the distance. You ride on and don't look back
Understanding the difference between protecting rights and mob rule:
An essay illustrating the consequences of forgetting that a constitutional republic is not the same thing as a democracy. by David Rafner
Imagine you live in a small frontier town. You are the most successful merchant and own a beautiful ranch. On the outskirts of town lives a gang of thugs shacked up in some abandon barns. One day the gang rides up to the town hall. Citizens gather nearby and watch anxiously. In loud voices the gang calls to the city council members who then assemble out on the front steps.
The gang lays out their grievances and their proposed remedies. They are poor, ignorant and surly because they have been mistreated by the rest of the town folks. They were beaten as children; their parents were alcoholics or criminals; they had learning disabilities; they could not find jobs. ‘Social’ justice demands that their sad state of affairs be corrected and that their living standards be "equalized". They state that a nice start would be an improvement in their housing. They've found a ranch that they would like to live on – your ranch.
Their ultimatum is that they get your ranch or they'll vandalize the whole city. The council members turn to you in relief. “My goodness,” they say, “I thought we were in real trouble. It seems all they want is your ranch. We're sure in the name of the public good, you'll be all to happy give it up. After all, we are all responsible for their misfortunes and you would not have a ranch if people in the town had not bought things from you.” Many in the crowd murmur their approval.
Your response is. “No Way. I earned it by my own effort. It's mine and I'm not giving it up.”
A few jeers of “selfish bastard” arise from the crowd. You are unmoved.
With disbelief and indignation, the council members turn to each other and take a vote. “There now, they say, we're the duly elected representatives, and it's unanimous. We vote that you will give up your ranch. We're not taking everything you own. We see that you don't agree with us but surely you can understand how dangerous they are. Surely you see we need to appease them?”
Without hesitation you reply, “No I don't. Our town charter doesn't say anything about appeasement. It doesn't say anything about collective responsibility for someone else's misfortunes. It doesn't say you get to pick-out whose property to sacrifice. The council exists to make laws to protect my property. The sheriff exists to enforce those laws. Use whatever force is necessary to get rid of these stinking thugs. Deputize me and I will help.”
“Come now,” the chairman retorts, “there is no need to insult these fine gentlemen. We need to have toleration and respect for everyone. Of course we are here to make and enforce laws. That's the democratic way, right? But we have to keep the public good at heart. That's our real purpose, you know. You have so much and they have so little.”
Turning to the crowd the council chairman calls out for a quick poll. “Everyone in favor of taking the ranch say, aye.” A loud chorus of approval goes up. You see your friends the local banker, doctor, and grocer among the crowd. The chairman smiles ingratiatingly at you. “You see, everything here is perfectly democratic!”
Defiant you reply, “I DO NOT CONSENT. It doesn't matter what you vote. When I moved into this town I consented to be governed for my PROTECTION not to be looted. You are worse than these thugs. They hardly make a pretense about what they are doing. Your job is to defend me. Instead you're volunteering to use your office to enrich them with stolen property!”
In an angry tone the chairman snaps back, “These men's claims sound very reasonable and I just don't see why you're not more than happy to help. I always suspected you were a greedy S.O.B. You've been successful and now you think you should get off without giving back to our community. We'll we've taken a vote fair and square and that's all there is to it. You might not like our decision but you have to abide by the majority vote just the way the rest of us do. If you don't obey, then we will naturally arrest you and seize your ranch.”
“Furthermore, it seems to me you're being very irrational about this issue, after all there's really no difference from our decision to take your ranch and the high taxes we voted to put on the wealthy last year. You're by far the wealthiest person in town and you paid more than anyone else."
You think for a moment. You look out at the crowd, the gang, then at the chairman. You smile. “In that last regard sir, I would have to agree with you. You may have the ranch tomorrow.”
With an air of snide superiority, the chairman quips back, “There, see now, we've been able to take care of this matter with out using any force at all. It's so much better when people voluntarily comply in a democracy.”
The next day you sell your business and leave town. On your way out you notice the gang once again assembled threateningly in front of city hall. The council members are quietly negotiating with them. Standing silently next to the nervously smiling chairmen is the town doctor. You note all the color seems to have gone out of his face and he is staring vacantly into the distance. You ride on and don't look back