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The Long Way Home

Mom used to say, with obvious disdain toward whoever she directed it at, “They only worship the Almighty dollar!”

Dollars were scarce occasionally in my house, so I knew dollars were necessary but not om­nipotent. We worshipped God and Lutefisk in that order. When I could, I worshipped baseball.

Doing post-high school planning, the allure of the almighty dollar became increasingly appar­ent. My parents, stretched to the limit support­ing my older sister’s education, explained that if I wanted to attend college and defer the draft, I would need to find a way to pay for it. This marked the beginning of my own pursuit of the almighty dollar without succumbing to its wor­ship. The folks taught me, through osmosis, I suppose, to know when enough is enough when it comes to money.

In the days following last Tuesday’s presiden­tial election, I’ve grown tired of hearing about what the Democrats need to do to bring more voters to the table, not to mention all the post mortems about why women named Samantha, with curly brown hair, one blue eye, and one liv­ing parent, voted for Trump because they feared a Venezuelan gang taking over the subdivision.

The talking heads want the Democratic par­ty to do a “post mortem” like the Republicans did after voters handed Mitt Romney his hat in 2012. By 2016, that analysis ended up in the dustbin as the Republican party became the Trump party.

Both parties are flashy husks of their former selves. At one time, both major political parties served a public interest role in their commu­nities, finding candidates for office, providing organizing expertise, and rewarding loyal sup­porters with patronage. But by the late 1980s, the Almighty Dollar assumed the dominant role.

The influence of high-net-worth individuals in politics has led to the marginalization of or­dinary citizens. Despite comprising only 7% of the population, millionaires hold more than half of US House and Senate seats. This imbalance skews political representation and severely under­represents the average American in the halls of power.

For too long, ordinary citizens are exploited while we continue to idolize, if not worship, the millionaires and billionaires who wield power solely due to their wealth. We disregard the moral and even criminal failings of wealthy celebrities and politicians because, at our core, we are drawn more to the allure of the almighty dollar.

It’s time for a change.

Very wealthy people own major league sports franchises. They pay mercenary gladiators sums of money that no ordinary person could earn in a lifetime.

Our political system rewards them with taxpay­er-funded, evermore elaborate coliseums. Mean­while, the people who check the tickets and clean up the debris post-contest earn a relative pittance and often need public assistance to pay for food, health care, and housing.

We accept that, however.

We pay $100 or more to go to a Vikings game, dress in the finest purple garb, and stand with 70,000 others clapping hands overhead in uni­son while chanting SKOL, a Scandinavian word meaning “good health” or “cheers.” We consid­er ourselves to be an essential part of the team. So do the plutocrats who watch the value of their franchise grow astronomically over a handful of seasons as cash is sucked from our pockets.

There are myriad ways for wealthy elite to fund political candidates and causes they support, from so-called dark money to the Supreme Court’s bi­zarre decision that corporations are people en­titled to a free speech right that puts minimal constraints on contributions.

Timothy Mellon, heir to the Mellon banking fortune, made the largest individual political contribution in 2020, donating $10 million to the Republican National Committee. This is just one example of how the wealthy elite can signifi­cantly influence political campaigns and party agendas through their financial contributions.

Is it any wonder that the major political par­ties, which require ever-larger sums of money to stay irrelevant, cater to a wealthy, celebrity elite and view ordinary folks as mere baubles to make democracy look, well, democratic?

Small donor lists, often touted by political can­didates as a sign of their grassroots support, are essentially window-dressing to make the can­didates appear as ‘one of the people ‘. In real­ity, these small donors, who contribute modest amounts to political campaigns, hold no sway on policy compared to the elite, whose substantial contributions significantly shape the political landscape.

Not enough people see worshipping the al­mighty dollar as immoral and damaging like Mom did. Yet, big money has left our entire po­litical system morally and ethically bankrupt.

Steve Fernlund
Steve Fernlund
Typically these “about me” pages include a list of academic achievements (I have none) and positions held (I have had many, but who really cares about those?) So, in the words of the late Admiral James Stockwell, “Who am I? Why am I here?” I’m well into my seventh decade on this blue planet we call home. I’m a pretty successful husband, father, and grandfather, at least in my humble opinion. My progeny may disagree. We have four children and five grandchildren. I spent most of my professional life in the freight business. At the tender age of 40, early retirement beckoned and we moved to Grand Marais. A year after we got here, we bought and operated the Cook County News Herald, a weekly newspaper in Grand Marais. A sharp learning curve for a dumb freight broker to become a newspaper editor and publisher. By 1999 the News Herald was an acquisition target for a rapidly consolidating media market. We sold our businesses and “retired” again, buying a winter retreat in Nevada. In the fall of 2016, we returned to Grand Marais and bought a house from old friends of ours on the ridge overlooking Lake Superior. They were able to move closer to family and their Mexico winter home. And we came home to what we say is our last house. I’m a strong believer in the value of local newspapers--both online and those you can wrap a fish in. I write a weekly column and a couple of feature stories for the Northshore Journal. I’m most interested in writing about the everyday lives of local people and reporting on issues of importance to them.
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