August 7, 2022
For Climbing to the Center, I picture
communities situated in valleys surrounding a high mountain. The valleys
channel various tributaries of a river they all join downstream, but here, are
separate rivers with very separate populations. One may support coal miners;
another, orchardists. One is home to artists and hippies, another to retired
folk. In one, German farmers raise onions and potatoes; in another, the crop
may be marijuana.
People upriver are looked on askance, maybe objects of derision.
More distant neighbors are less known, more of a mystery, and certainly not of
great concern. Our own place among the mountain’s brood is not clear. It’s our
mountain.
I lived in a valley in Colorado, where peaks above 14,000
feet stood about us in three directions. I was one to hike the trails, but
claimed no interest in reaching a summit.
That was until one day, when a climber friend invited us to summit Mt.
Sneffels. Reaching the top was a game changer. Suddenly I saw where we all
stood, how it all fit together—which river ran into which other, where we sat
among the other peaks, who our neighbors were.
It was a lot of work and perilous climbing to the peak:
boulders to climb over, narrow trails with sharp drop-offs, steep and
unrelenting. At one point we had to step across a crevice where a misstep could
have sent one hundreds of feet to the rocks below.
This is a metaphor. I’m talking about what it means to be a
Centrist.
The term has been defined in various ways over the years,
and from Wikipedia to The
Atlantic and beyond. Wrongly so, I believe.
Here are some of the ways Atlantic forum writers have described
Centrists:
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The compromising centrist
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The apathetic centrist
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The ambivalent centrist
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The impossible centrist
These titles are fairly self-explanatory, I think, but a
reading of the article will clarify.
Writers from the Atlantic have also weighed in on centrism
over the years, and their assessments give some idea of the, in my opinion,
misconstruing of centrism.
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“They’re popular,” wrote Matthew Cooper.
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“They’re trouble,” according to Ross Douthat.
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“They couldn’t care less about bipartisanship,”
says Clive Cook.
But, says Molly
Ball, they are principled advocates for a bipartisan republic (she calls
them moderates). This comes closer to
what I believe centrism is about, and what I aspire to as a centrist. And yes,
I believe Philip
Bump is onto something when he says, “It’s a vanity term.”
No, I don’t feel it’s vanity to stand out from the crowd,
“to be part of a group not beholden to prefabricated opinions.” Add to that,
the latest ideology.
So, seeing centrism as a mountaintop, and considering what
it takes to get there, is a centrist merely a compromiser (I will just climb up
to that shoulder, but don’t ask me to go onto the boulders)? Is she apathetic (I don’t care if I make it
to the top, because frankly I don’t care what’s on the other side of the
mountain.)? Is he ambivalent (Hmmm, not
sure what I’m seeing out there, but maybe it doesn’t matter?) Or impossible—too much to hope for (nobody
can climb up there?)
I believe centrism entails a choice, an energetic commitment
to find answers that work, to slog through the mud of indecision and brushwhack
the confusion of conflicting ideas and fight the well-worn, easy downward paths
of ideology, and to climb to a point where the truth of the situation can be
seen clearly.
That’s what this blog will be about. In one way or another,
I hope to write about situations that illustrate this principle in daily life.
I don’t claim they are the only ones, and hope readers can
supply their own, or simply consider whether these examples have merit.