Obamacare Questions: Windmills or Giants?

Obamacare Questions: Windmills or Giants? March 19, 2012

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“They said that I should lose my ideals and begin to believe in the methods of practical politicians. Now, I have not lost my ideals in the least; my faith in fundamentals is exactly what it always was. What I have lost is my old childlike faith in practical politics.”

G.K. Chesterton, Orthodoxy

It is no doubt a reflection of my current condition—”Life Amidst a Roiling Sea of Small and Boisterous Children”—that when a friend recommended 1971’s They Might Be Giants, my first thought was of the musical group behind such gems as “Birdhouse in Your Soul,”“Particle Man,” and “Alphabet of Nations.”

There is a connection between the two. The group’s founders were inspired by the very film in question, feeling that its reference to Miguel de Cervantes’ account of Quixote’s foolish windmill jousting was relevant to a start-up group such as theirs, as well as “something very paranoid sounding.”

As retribution for my mistake, however, this week’s Lens is an attempt to prevent others from making the same error as I, for the film is worthy of attention above-and-beyond its band-naming ways.

A lesser-known collaboration between playwright James Goldman and director Anthony Harvey—The Lion in Winter, released only three years before, is a more recognized and decorated work—the film tells the story of retired judge Justin Playfair (George C. Scott) and the peculiar psychotic territory into which he has retreated as a result of his wife’s death. The good judge has convinced himself that he is actually Sherlock Holmes, sequestering himself away in an improvised crime lab constructed in the basement of his mansion. His brother, squeezed by an unpleasant financial predicament, is determined to secure power of attorney over Justin’s sizable fortune, and plans to banish him to a mental institution.

TMBGHis brother’s avaricious efforts bring Judge Playfair to the attention of a feisty psychologist, Dr. Mildred Watson (Joanne Woodward). Fascinated by the judge’s delusions and by his undeniable abilities of observation and deduction, she begins to study him in earnest. Soon, they are wending their bizarre way through New York in search of the elusive Moriarty, where even the most innocent of events are interpreted as signs of the criminal mastermind’s dark and nefarious plots. Yet the doctor finds herself drawn to her companion in spite of his obvious imbalances.

What began as a straight-forward medical interest becomes a genuine fondness for his sincerity, his good humor, and for the very real good he does for others despite – or because of—his insanity.

Playfair’s vision is a peculiar mixture of absurdity and brilliance. There is no Moriarity, and the clues the one-time magistrate chases through the streets of New York are often the merest of coincidences. Yet he has an extraordinary clarity of vision when it matters most: his unstinting certainty that justice must be defended no matter one’s chances of success; his stubborn insistence that many of his more eccentric friends, dismissed from “polite society” for an oddness they cannot help, are worth far more than they are given credit for; his recognition that Watson herself is desperately in need of affection—all are observations that would be impressive in a much saner man. Despite his preposterous belief that he is the greatest detective mind of all time, he is incredibly insightful.

While the production values and stagey style are a bit dated, Scott’s easy charm, the wittiness of the script, and the light-hearted tone the film maintains throughout more than make up for its limitations. But like “Don Quixote” itself, the film has a serious streak. Much like Cervantes’ addled hero, Playfair is more charming and valuable in his insanity than he ever was in “real life,” causing us to wonder if a world populated exclusively by realists is really a better place than one sprinkled through with idealistic imaginaries.

In today’s poisonous political climate, it is easy for pragmatists such as myself to dismiss the idealistic jousting of others as mere foolishness; we cynically remind them that “politics is a practical profession,” and that the very process of engaging in political dialogue relegates one to the realm of the “possible” rather than the “ideal.” But while some battles are really-and-truly quixotic, it grows easier to over-diagnose the good Don’s addled brain-fever with each passing day, and the results of such misdiagnoses are dangerous indeed.

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Take the HHS mandate battle, for example: as ObamaCare moved inexorably through the House and Senate, I remember cries that death panels and government-mandated birth control were not far behind. For some, excited by the opportunities for good presented in the president’s vision of universal health care (and willing to cede some ground for the sake of those goods), such Cassandras were easily dismissed as “blindly tied to their ideals”—people whose obsessive, idealized view of reality prevented them from engaging in the business of compromise so essential to political actions. Now, a few years later, I’m sure some wish they’d been a bit more willing to tilt at the ObamaCare windmill.

There is an undeniable absurdity to creating giants where there are none, yet it is just as common to reduce the very real giants before us to mere windmills for the sake of political expediency (and to assuage the pricking of our consciences for those battles we have already lost). As the current HHS mandate battle reminds us, we can all be grateful for those who stand athwart the sometimes-dangerous advancement of “progress.” It is easy to become so immersed in the day-to-day details of the political process that we lose track of the bigger picture, and it is these ridiculed (often ridiculous) Quixotes who force us to examine our principles more closely, reminding us that we must stand up for some things if we wish to stand for anything at all.

Jousting at windmills is a fool’s errand, but relegating all such confrontations to the realm of fanciful foolishness is an even greater folly. We must be cautious in dismissing the political windmills around us too easily; remember, they just might be giants.

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