(First published in The Dominion Post, October 6.)
As is well known, the MMP electoral system was created to
ensure, as far as possible, that no party ended up wielding absolute power.
So far you’d have to say it has worked exactly as intended.
In the eight elections since New Zealand adopted MMP, no one party has won an
absolute majority. They have all had to compromise and negotiate with smaller
coalition partners.
Now we find ourselves in the same position again. It should
be familiar by now, yet something seems not quite right. What could it be?
Oh, that’s right – Winston Peters, the 7.5 Percent Man, is
back in the mix, and making the most of his intoxicating moment in the
spotlight.
He said he was out of phone range when Bill English called
last Sunday. But what sort of party leader goes bush, leaving his phone
unattended, when he’s in the hot seat and the country is waiting for a
government to be formed?
Then there was his excuse that he was waiting for the
384,000 special votes to come in, as if these had the potential to skew the
election night result by such an order of magnitude that any preliminary
negotiations with other parties would be futile.
Peters wanted us to think he was delaying showing his hand
out of respect for democracy, but I don’t think anyone was fooled. We’ve seen
it all before.
If he truly respected democracy, he would acknowledge that
his party pulled a measly 7.5 per cent of the vote and stop behaving like some
sort of vainglorious potentate from Berzerkistan. Heck, he couldn’t even retain
his own seat.
But this is Peters we’re talking about. The “h” word that
comes between “humidify” and “hummingbird” in most dictionaries apparently
doesn’t exist in the edition on Peters’ bookshelf.
Perhaps MMP works best when you have politicians who are
prepared to be conciliatory, to compromise and to make concessions. The Germans
seem to manage it.
Unfortunately, Peters is not one of those politicians.
Bluster and demagoguery, rather than consensus, is his default setting.
Politically, he’s a living fossil: a relic of Muldoonism,
with all its bullying, divisiveness and ad hoc state interventionism. From the
time he first entered Parliament in 1978, his career has been marked by
fractiousness and petulance. He is a settler of scores and a bearer of grudges.
Some of his policy ideas – reinstating the old Forest
Service, introducing a police “flying squad”, legislating to ensure free-to-air
coverage of major sporting events – appear designed to exploit the nostalgic
yearning of his ageing supporters for New Zealand the way they remember it.
Peters is a political Doctor Who, inviting us to join him in
the Tardis for a trip back to a simpler time when an all-powerful state
pretended it could solve complex problems with the pull of a lever. Look where
that got us.
I said at the start of this column that MMP is working
exactly as intended. Does this mean it’s a good system? Not at all. It’s a dog
that replaced a turkey.
We weren’t sure at the time that we wanted a dog. All we
knew is that we desperately wanted to get rid of the turkey, and a highly
motivated lobbying campaign convinced us – by a less than overwhelming
majority, incidentally – that the dog would do the job better.
And so we ended up with a system in which a vain and
egotistical politician whose party got 7.5 per cent of the vote determines who
the next government will be; and where every solemn pledge made during the
election campaign is now up for negotiation in a secret process that voters
have no control over or input into.
We could, however, do a few things to make the best of a bad situation.
For one thing, the media could stop stoking Peters’ already rampant ego by not giving him daily opportunities to grandstand. And let’s stop treating the
post-election guessing game as some sort of diverting spectator sport or
reality TV show. We’re talking about the future of the country, for heaven’s
sake.
Oh, and here’s another suggestion that might negate the
Peters problem altogether.
You’d think that if any party “got” MMP, it would be the
Greens. But at the very suggestion of a deal with National, they clutch at
their skirts like startled virgins.
Well, Labour has never invited them into bed. If promiscuity
is the price for getting some runs on the board, perhaps they should forget
about virtue and get their knickers off.
1 comment:
Brilliant. Go get'em KRL.
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