Ukrainian Lovliness
Thinking on the tension in Ukraine over election results, the raw political collectivist in me wants to somewhat rejoice. People in the West of that ancient breadbasket have decided that dishonest election results may just lead them to secede. After the Nov. 2 elections in The United States of America, there was a palpable fear that someone would uncover an ugly blight in the election system, and people would get angry together. What I see in Ukraine is a willingness to throw order and prosperity to the lukewarm in exchange for justice.
Even not being on the ground, there is a convincing plethora of documentation circumscribing the faulty election results in Russia’s crowned jewel. The people beating on garbage cans and chanting in the streets know this. They aren’t young beneficiaries, or pensioners, or criminals. They are everyone that wants to be free in Ukraine; everyone who is willing to risk security for a voice.
This isn’t to say that America’s election results were definitely forged. For valid opposing viewpoints one might look to David Corn and Greg Palast: the situation is more complicated than a few broken voting machines and a few million spoiled ballots. But what should be shameful to every American is the apprehension with which most journalists, and political commentators of all colors, step daintily around the issue of electoral fraud in the U.S. It’s almost as if we would rather not know: just like we would rather not see the mutilated bodies of our soldiers in Iraq, or smell the stench of burning dehumanization everywhere.
The niff of singed hair and entrails enhancing the asbestos saturated Manhattan air in the days after September 11th 2001 has become a folk legend of sorts. It’s rare a listener doesn’t hear an “I was there,” without the redounding echo of horror and shock manifesting a pseudo-collective awe and disgust at the imagined malodor. We don’t like to see the obliterated flesh of our bombed victims in America. It might upset our stomachs to even know that civilians are killed in our practically indiscriminate bombing raids throughout the world. So our government writes euphemisms for us, like they write our history in the language of folk-story-patriotism: a sanitized landscape of chopped down cherry trees with sugar on top, and Emancipation Proclaimationed slaves. We might get miffed if we knew our election system was a verifiable joke. Why cause ourselves undue alarm? That would be childish and naive. What can we do about it anyway? Nobody listens when we cry. Nobody cares.
Tell that to the people in Ukraine.
