They were twenty years old, two houses across the road from one another in the Florida golf community where my wife and I live for six months of the year. Identical models—two bedrooms, two bathrooms, den, double-car garage, large screened-in lanai—the stucco walls of one were painted mist-green, the other taupe.
I was surprised one day to see the green house completely shrouded in plastic sheeting, two large hoses snaking from a truck parked in the driveway to the house. A neighbour told me the owners had discovered termites and had promptly called in the exterminators to ‘tent’ the house for fumigation. It was a week or more before the residents could move back in, by which time we had gone back north.
Six months later, after arriving back in the community, I drove down the same street, only to discover the taupe house was completely gone. All that was left was a starkly-white concrete pad between the adjacent houses, the paving-stone driveway leading to where the garage had been. Weeds were sprouting between the pavers, and the scene was sadly incongruous, like a missing tooth in an otherwise-gorgeous smile.
The same neighbour told me that during the summer, the roof over the spare bedroom had collapsed. No one was home at the time, fortunately, but an inspection of the house led to its being deemed inhabitable.
“Termites!” the neighbour said. “All through the place. Little buggers had likely been gnawin’ away for years, accordin’ to the insurance adjuster. When the studs couldn’t support the roof any longer, down she came.”
I had long known of the perils of termite infestation, and was conscientious about looking for signs in our own house. But they are hard to find—windows or doors that jam unexpectedly, mud tubes around the outside foundation, tiny pinholes in the painted drywall indoors, small piles of sawdust. An awareness of the prospective danger is needed, and diligence.
The neighbour shrugged when I asked him if the owners were planning to rebuild their home. “Eventually, I guess, if’n they get the insurance money to cover it. Otherwise, somebody else will prob’ly buy ‘em out an’ put up a brand new place.”
It seemed so unfair to me that those two lovely homes, both of which had steadfastly withstood numerous external threats for years—blistering sun, torrential rain, flooding, hurricane-force winds—had been attacked by stealth from within. And only one had been saved, perhaps providentially, while the other had been destroyed.
I’ve been reflecting on that lately, considering how the scenario might be analogous to the state of our democratic form of governance. In both Canada and the U.S., most of us appreciate the freedoms we enjoy—although some of us might too often take them for granted. But fewer of us, it seems, recognize the responsibilities that accompany those freedoms.
A partial list of such rights might include the right to elect those who govern us, to assemble peacefully, to speak freely, to enjoy an unencumbered press, to worship according to our conscience, to receive equal treatment under the law, and to be safe in the privacy of our homes.
Alas, in both countries, our history shows that not everyone has benefited from an equal application of those rights, although as Martin Luther King, Jr. declared, “the arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends toward justice.”
Our two democracies have, so far, successfully repelled all attacks on us launched directly or indirectly by malign forces from abroad. We are aware of, and perhaps readying to defend ourselves against, future existential threats like climate change and pandemic diseases. Despite our individual differences, we have always rallied together to defeat external foes.
But what of the stealthy foe from inside the house, the metaphorical termite gnawing away at the foundations of our democracy? Are we ready for that fight?
Even in hitherto strong democracies such as ours, there seems to be a growing threat of authoritarianism, a drift toward mis- and disinformation, a widening chasm between people of different political persuasions, a greater tendency to hurl insult and vitriol at one another, rather than listening to each other’s respective points of view.
Too many of us appear to be increasingly adopting and promulgating viewpoints that reflect our preconceived notions—confirmation bias—instead of keeping our minds open to alternative opinions that might modify our thinking and help us to learn and grow—and most importantly, to understand one another better.
So many are becoming increasingly tribal in our affiliations, whether based on race, religion, politics, or culture. We are growing ever more selfish about, and protective of, what we deem our rights, too often without an acceptance of the responsibilities we bear in the exercise of those rights. Too many of us seem willing to violate the rights of others in pursuit of our own self-centred aims.
For too many of us, the distinction between fact and falsehood, between integrity and mendacity, has become blurred to the point where we begin to declare the only truth is ‘my truth’.
The choice our countries are facing, in my opinion, is threefold: 1) we blithely allow ourselves to be attacked from within by those who would dissuade us from our most precious assumptions about democratic governance; 2) we choose to ignore, despite the signs, that the attack is occurring; or 3) we acknowledge the attack and take appropriate measures to deal with it.
As Abraham Lincoln said in 1858, drawing from the Bible, “A house divided against itself cannot stand.” The enemy from within is always the more dangerous, and the termites certainly proved the truth of that in the destruction of the taupe house in my community. I cannot imagine that the owners of those two houses blithely allowed such an attack, but it is clear the owners of the green house took effective action as soon as they became aware of the problem.
With similar due diligence and swift measures by its owners, the collapse of the taupe house could have been stopped. But it was not.
And in the same way, the insidious attack on our democratic form of governance from within is preventable.
Until it isn’t.