As election season crescendos to its appointed climax, many Americans are anxiously preparing for apocalypse. With passports in hand and “Oh Canada!” on their lips, both liberals and conservatives have suggested that a mass exodus is imminent. Idol threats, perhaps. But the underlying sentiment is very real: we’re disillusioned, disgusted, and hopelessly divided.
We have imbued our elected officials with so much power that I believe that many of us (including myself) have forgotten our own agency. We have forgotten, for instance, that the impetus for hope and change does not lie exclusively with our president. We have forgotten that making America great is not contingent upon the primacy of a particular political party. We have forgotten, in effect, the politics of Frank Capra.