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Participatory Democracy


In ancient Greece, people were given the right to participate in their government in a very direct way. They had kings, but these kings were elected. All major decisions were made by election. People would meet in the agora and discuss and debate various and sundry issues and the final resolution would be determined by the casting of stones - white if you were in favor, black if you were not. Majority rules.
Now we have a representative system of government. Elected officials exercise authority and power to make decisions and legislate new laws. They are advised by professional bureaucrats (like myself) and use that advice to pass laws and approve new regulations. Thus, these elected officials become very powerful.
But the great thing about the process is that those elected are ultimately responsible to their constituents.
And the power may also rely in the people who show up and participate. If there is no one who participates, there may be no way for the elected to know what the mind of the people is. It is so important that people show up at council meetings and say their views. Otherwise how would anyone know?
I have seen important decisions swayed because of the voice of one person. I have been counteracted in that manner on several occasions. And while I hope that I am listened to because of my professional training and experience, I also concede that the people of the City have views that are just as valid. It is impossible for anyone (even me) to be everywhere, do everything, and know everything. Thus, while I may be frustrated at times, I respect those who show up and participate and even contradict me, because it makes our community stronger.
So bring it on!

Comments

Anonymous said…
Interesting. I've seen this in action, and seen what happens when no one speaks up. On a larger scale, I'm afraid that the leaders of our nation answer to nobody, because most just don't pay attention. This worries me. I know I don't even pay enough attention!

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