Gettin' Iggy Wit It
You remember those days. Everyone from the Globe’s editorial board on down was predicting a Liberal sweep of the nation, 220 seats or more - the Alliance lucky to hold onto their Alberta base, the PCs lucky to survive. Paul Martin, Liberal juggernaut.
So you will forgive me if I fail to bow down before the party’s latest messiah, Michael Ignatieff. It goes without saying he will be a more formidable foe than either of this two immediate predecessors. But then, it would be hard to do much worse, wouldn’t it?
I will say this about Mr.Ignatieff: he is an impressive intellect. I don’t care for some of his views, but I don’t doubt he’s arrived at them following thorough consideration. The issue is whether the pressures of politics will require him to jettison some of the very thoughtful positions he has taken in the past, because if so, then what? What’s the point of having a really smart guy in charge if he’s forced to cave in and mouth the same old boilerplate as the last guy?
I also think that much of the Iggy cheerleading set seems oblivious to his shortcomings, particularly from a purely retail perspective. First of all, the man lived outside of Canada since 1978. 1978! He’s been back in the country for all of three years. I can appreciate that he might truly be a ‘global citizen’ - or an Anglo-American, anyway - as a result, and it would be absurdly closed-minded to suggest that having lived abroad would disqualify someone from becoming Prime Minister. But good grief, 30 years is most of his adult life, and virtually all of his professional career. I have no doubt Mr.Ignatieff loves Canada, but can he really claim to understand it to the extent that a lifelong resident can? It’s one thing to study a country from afar. It’s another to live here day in and day out with your fellow citizens.
Or how about this: Stephen Harper takes his kids to the cineplex. Has Michael Ignatieff sullied himself with the plebian theatre anytime recently? I know, I know, who cares, right? We shouldn’t be picking our leaders based on whether or not they’re suburban dads with sweater vests. Perhaps not. But I’ve dealt with enough voters over the last three elections to know that more often than not, whether people can see any of themselves in the individuals seeking to represent them makes a difference. Do they have kids? Do they worry about the things I worry about? Do they understand my experiences? Do they live a life like mine? Some might argue these things should matter as little as the colour of a candidate's shair. And if we were all living in a textbook, maybe they wouldn’t . But they do.
So Michael Ignatieff has a fine line to walk. He needs to leverage his intelligence without it becoming an obstacle to lesser mortals relating to him. He needs to pull together a coalition of voters that is more nebulous and fickle than the Tories, without bleeding on the left or right. True, he has the benefit of seeing the mistakes of of those who came before him, but he also has the added pressure of being the Liberals’ last hope - their last chance to fix their dilapidated organization, anemic fundraising and policy vaccumn. He’s their last kick at the can to return them to glory, before they go out of business.
Some Liberals have asserted that the Tories are scared of Ignatieff. I don’t know if fear is the right word - anyone would have been a tougher fight after the hapless Mr.Dion. But “curious” might be more accurate. We’re just not quite sure which Ignatieff will show up over the coming weeks: will it be the polarizing figure who led the Liberal leadership race all the way to Montreal in 2006, but with little room to grow? Will it be the head-down, low-profile, no-commenter of the last few weeks? Will it be the everythings-on-the-table guy of yesterday’s press conference? We just don’t know yet.


