Election mild fever
Monday, August 31st, 2009This morning I strode out my front door into bright new Hatoyama land and headed for the station.
Yesterday, Japan’s voters emphatically booted out 50-year incumbents the LDP, and voted in the DPJ under Mr Hatoyama, a man who promises a new way of doing things and more money in the pockets of the ordinary people (not that that was in any way a motivation to vote for his party, oh no). Such was the scale of the DPJ’s victory we are surely now living in a different country, and certainly the media razz would have it so.
Actually, the morning was overcast and grey, but I was confident that had the LDP won the election it would have been greyer and more overcast.
There was a warm, gelatinous breeze — harbinger of the winds of change? It was not too hard to imagine that the typhoon now sweeping by this nation’s shores is the actual storm of revolution.
Certainly, the elderly of the neighbourhood were out in numbers, sweeping leaves and examining their morning glory, which surely was a sign of the elderly sweeping leaves and examining morning glory, unless the profundity of the change meant graves had opened and the dead returned.
Indeed, no such epochal change has come to Japan since, well, since Prime Minister Koizumi (LDP) came to power as far back as 2001. He was arguably Japan’s first populist prime minister and he arrived on a platform of demolishing the old structures and replacing them with new ones and saying that he would “smash” — his word, not mine — anyone who got in the way. He was the self-styled lion of Japanese politics, presumably because he didn’t bother cutting his hair, and wore his neckties so long they dangled below his trouser belt, which I felt may have been a political statement of its own, but which was definitely irrationally irritating. He presided over five years of boisterous declamations in which time nothing worthwhile got done, and no one’s life changed in any way, until he disappeared up his own rhetoric.
So, it is with familiar fanfare that Hatoyama sweeps into power. To be fair, Mr. Hatoyama and his people have some proposals that are long overdue and uncharacteristically humane — free high school and child allowance, for example. They have no plan that would pay for their changes but they are pressing the right popular buttons. (I would not be surprised at a rise in the sales tax to pay for these innovations, giving with one hand while taking with the other.) I reflect while waiting for my commuter train taking me to my soul destroying job that modern political campaigns and policies have become part of The Spectacle (see Debord, et al) — a whirl of beguiling media lights and action rather than a whirlwind of change.