This Is What Happens When You Let an Amateur Run the Government: How Hollywood Is Ruining America

Hollywood tells us that amateur politicians can save this country. Hollywood is dangerously wrong.

Since 1939’s Mr. Smith Goes to Washington, Hollywood has repeatedly put forward the thesis that amateurs are the key to fixing things in Washington.  Hollywood is dangerously wrong.  Left or right, I hope that thinking (and overthinking) people from both sides of the aisle can agree that not every cabin boy can steer the ship of state.

The theme of the amateur “fixing” Washington is so pervasive in fiction that the things we look for in real-life politicians have changed.   Where once we looked for larger-than-life heroes: champions of the battlefield, the courtroom, or the legislative process, today we’re looking for someone we’d like to have a beer with.  Most pundits agree that this phenomenon was the key to Bill Clinton’s victory in 1992 and (with a little help from the Supreme Court) George W. Bush’s victory in 2000.

From gravitas to glamour shots.

That’s not to say that applying a little folksy charm and a common touch is new to politics.  Andrew Jackson did invite the public in to the White House for a big block of cheese, but he was also the nation’s biggest military hero.   Julius Caesar slept in the same tents and ate the same food as his legions, but he also conquered France, Germany and the Roman republic.

The Hollywood myth took that small dose of the common touch and made it central to our idea of what a politician should be.  It didn’t happen instantly – as recently as the 50’s and 60’s, America looked to its Presidents as exemplars.   Eisenhower beat Hitler.  Kennedy’s Camelot was what America aspired to become.  But then Nixon went down, the Presidency lost a bit of its shine, and we stopped voting for statesmen and started voting for people like us.  (Note: Mr. Frost has already picked on him enough, but it’s worth noting that Nixon’s 1952 Checkers speech was a big first step down the road of  “I’m just like you.”)

That’s not a good thing.  We, as a people, are probably not qualified to be President.  On average, we’re not smart enough.  We’re not diplomatic enough.  We don’t work hard enough.  We don’t think strategically.  I’m not suggesting that the Presidency should be the exclusive domain of rich Ivy League grads, but it’s not a job that anybody can do.

So while it’s great that social studies teachers tell us that anyone in this country can become president, it’s not in our interest for just anyone to get the job. But cultures run on stories and the story that Hollywood is selling is that the only thing we need to fix this country is a good, old-fashioned average American at the helm.  A look at some of the people running for Congress this year shows that we’ve bought it.   A peek into the reality behind Mr. Smith Goes to Washington, Dave and Independence Day tells us what we might be in for.

Let’s start with Frank Capra’s 1939 film Mr. Smith Goes to Washington.

Jefferson Smith is the leader of the Boy Rangers.  In a fit of good timing, one of his unnamed Western state’s Senators dies just as Smith performs a heroic rescue of some endangered scouts.  Smith is duly appointed to replace that Senator.  As he takes his place in the Senate, he’s taken under the wing of Senator Paine, a senior Senator in an unnamed leadership position.  Paine, it turns out, is also in cahoots with the crooked political boss of their state, Big Jim Taylor.

When Smith introduces a bill to buy land for a national boys’ camp, it turns out that the land he wants is already part of a corrupt Taylor/Paine scheme to build a dam on Willet Creek.  The bad politicos frame Smith, suggesting that he will personally profit from his camp bill. Faced with expulsion, Smith is forced to filibuster to convince the Senate that he’s right.  It’s a famous scene.  Watch it.   After a day of impassioned filibustering, Smith passes out from exhaustion.  Seeing him go down, Paine has a fit of conscience, attempts suicide, then confesses his crimes on the floor of the Senate, demanding that the body expel him rather than Smith.  It would have been nice of him to exonerate Smith before attempting suicide, but a Senator with a crisis of conscience can’t be expected to act rationally.

This group of clips is more than you probably need, but it manages to cut the whole two-hour movie into 9 minutes:

So imagine you’re a citizen of Smith’s state in 1939, ten years into the Great Depression.   There are two options on the table.  One is a boys’ camp, a wilderness area that may create 10-15 jobs for local people (FDR’s CCC will probably ship people in to do most of the work).  The other is a dam project, which, graft or not, is likely to employ hundreds of local people in construction and provide cheaper power to local communities.  If it’s a really rural state like New Mexico or Nevada, it may bring power to these communities for the first time.  Which bill are you likely to support?

Meanwhile, it’s 1939 and Smith has got Franklin Roosevelt as President and the leader of your party.  (In 1939, all but two of the twenty Senators from Western states were Democrats, so we’ll assume that Smith and Paine are as well).    People are still blaming Republicans for the Depression and Roosevelt will probably win reelection, even to a controversial third term.  Still, it’s coming up on an election year and Senator Smith has just destroyed the Democratic political machine in his state.  He may have just cost Roosevelt 6 electoral votes and a couple of friendly seats in Congress. Think he’s at the top of Roosevelt’s list of callbacks?

When someone asks you to write a letter to your Senator, do it. It works. They get really agitated.

Moreover, he also cost his state a senior Senator who is clearly good at bringing home federal cash.   In two years, the Japanese are going to bomb Pearl Harbor and military spending is going to go through the roof, putting a final end to the Depression.  Wouldn’t it have been nice to have a Senator who could ensure that some of that money came to your state?  Instead, you’ve got Senator Jefferson Smith, who may be popular with reporters and voters, but who is morally opposed to wheeling and dealing and who the other Senators are hesitant to deal with.  So while the boys are enjoying the Jefferson Smith National Boys’ Camp, the new $200 million munitions factory and its 1,200 jobs go to the state next door.

Remember the Dream Team of pro basketball players that went to the Olympics in 1992?   Magic Johnson, Michael Jordan, Scottie Pippin, Larry Bird, Charles Barkley, et al.    They won, because that’s what happens when pros play amateurs (or pros from Croatia).

Which brings us to 1993’s Dave.