Posted by Caitlin Endyke
Today, Italy holds its national election for its Parliament. While I read about the possible outcomes and the state of both the Italian
political landscape and its economy, I’m reflecting on the time I spent living
in Italy 5 years ago, just as America was gearing up for its own national
election.
In the fall of 2008 I studied abroad in Florence,
Italy. It was an interesting time to be
an American living abroad- while you could sense that Europeans were dissatisfied
with our previous choice of a national leader, they were also hopeful that this
time we would pick the right one. The
school I attended held a weekly pre-election series where they would bring in local
Italian professors or university students to discuss politics. In almost every conversation
I had with these people they spoke, kindly, of how they had stopped trusting Americans. They could not believe America had
elected George Bush not once, but twice.
They viewed him as an ignorant war-monger who should never have been
handed the keys to the White House (as, in truth, did I). They told us we held
the fate of the free world in our hands, and that a vote for Obama would at
least signal some sort of hope for a future in which America as a nation could make
smart decisions. Before I knew much
about Italian politics, I viewed these conversations as earnest and accurate
(I, too, was frustrated with our current president and was hopeful for a wave
of change). Yet as I learned more about the
leaders of Italy, and experienced countless strikes and marches and protests
during my time there, I started to view them a bit differently. Silvio Berlusconi, the Prime Minister at the
time, was a corporate giant who owned almost all of the country’s media (and
was famous for controlling what it produced), sparked a national protest of
high school students during the semester I was there because of egregious
educational budget cuts, and was known to be a rampant philanderer (he was
later indicted on corruption charges, as well as charges of consorting with
underage prostitutes). I often thought
that it seemed as though these people who I had such deep and intelligent
conversations with were missing a larger point about their own nation.
But as I was perusing election coverage this morning I came
across this piece in the New York Times, about the Italians’ refusal to accept
the whole truth when it comes to their national politics. The author notes that, while they might seem
to avoid certain unsavory details when it comes to their politicians, Italians
hold on to an enduring humanity that perhaps we all could learn a little
something from. Which, I think, is a
fair point. Perhaps sometimes there’s a
lot to be said for logic, and sometimes there’s a lot to be said for
heart. The Italians I spoke with might
have avoided mention of Berlusconi’s corruption, but they were some of the
warmest, most amicable people I have ever met.
Perhaps a Commons society should strive for a combination of both- head
and heart. Logic and humanity. A knowledge that our leaders should be making
the best decisions for the nation, but also that they still are, in fact,
human.