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Just wait till they get their hands on a village

Published 3-Sep-1996 in the Denver Post
Copyright ©1996 by Ed Quillen. All rights reserved.

Before we address the leading issue of the 1996 campaign for the highest secular office available to mortals, want to put in a plug for a good book. Many books are touted as summer reading -- this one is Labor Day reading.

The book is The Great Coalfield War, a thorough and quite readable account of the Ludlow Massacre of 1914. The cast includes two John D. Rockefellers and Mother Jones, and the plot involves political corruption and a full-bore shooting war in Colorado's Huerfano and Las Animas counties. And it's a true story.

The Great Coalfield War was long out of print, and University Press of Colorado just resurrected it. If you've ever been curious about Ludlow, get it, and you can read all about the days when the conventional wisdom was It takes a company town to raise a child who can go to work in the mines when he's orphaned at 12 after dad died in an underground explosion which was his own fault.

Which brings us to the campaign issue: It takes a village to raise a child.

The saying has been floating around for years. I've heard that it was a Greek proverb, a Mexican adage and an African saying, so I have no idea where it came from.

Anyway, Hillary Rodham Clinton engages a ghost writer, issues a book by that title, gets attacked in Bob Dole's acceptance speech at the Republican convention, and gallantly responds with Chicago, my kind of village at the Democratic convention.

Controversy always helps book sales, but this one has also inspired some speculation. Let's start with a village -- some isolated rural backwater where people just go about their lives. Since everybody knows everybody, everybody keeps an eye on the kids as they wander around.

Now, imagine the transformations of this village.

The Democratic Village: Upon the discovery that some children are swiping apples, a nutrition counselor sets up shop, and begins inspecting family dinners to make sure that no child should be in such hunger that s/he is forced to forage from the countryside.

Then someone notices that kids are hanging out in workplaces, which means more inspectors and enforcers. There's nothing noble about a boy shagging tools at the local garage. It's child labor, nothing less than exploitation. And this workplace is not a safe environment -- there's an ever-present risk of injury. Further, the calendars on the wall are sexist and demeaning.

Soon the workplaces have Children not allowed signs. But now there's a recreation coordinator at the village green. Some kids skip out to sneak cigarettes behind the village barn, but under the 100,000 new cops program, there are enough police to round them up and force them to participate.

In a few years, the original village residents are outnumbered by social workers, therapists, counselors, inspectors, snoops and meddlers. It's not a village any more, and thus beyond this speculation.

The Republican Village: A developer arrives and is horrified by the presence of the village commons on the edge of town, where the locals graze a few cattle and gather firewood.

This is nothing but socialism, the developer says, and pulls strings in the statehouse to get title to the commons. There he starts construction of a strip mall, full of franchise outlets which export their profits and hire very few village natives.

The core of the village begins to decay, and a criminal element appears. We can solve this problem, and improve our economy, the developer says, by building a state-of-the-art maximum-security prison in the village square. That land's worthless now anyway.

The new prison requires a new highway, which puts the village within commuting range of the metropolis, so upscale residential developments begin to ooze across the countryside, and it's not a village any more.

The Green Village: Many residents move after being fined for failing to separate their clear glass from brown glass, but otherwise, things don't change much.

The Libertarian Village: They do fine until some greedhead arrives, who starts overgrazing the commons and clear-cutting the woods. When the residents protest, he says they are infringing on his rights.

In Sunday's column, I noted that big-time candidates don't visit the hinterlands these days.

However, I just heard that Jo Jorgensen, the Libertarian candidate for vice-president this year, will venture deep into the Colorado backcountry today. She's speaking at the Adams State College campus in Alamosa from 2 p.m. to 4 p.m., and a reception and dinner are planned this evening.

You can ask her if I'm wrong about the Libertarian Village.


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