This has been a gorgeous week. One RMD — Real Maine Day — after another. Now, Labor Day is just about upon us. The kids are back in school, and the summer folks are mostly gone. The sounds of autumn in Maine are reassuring — dry twigs cracking underfoot, leaves blown down a dirt road by a stiff northwest wind, loons on a lake now so quiet that their calls easily pierce the night air.
Unfortunately, this fall season also is going to bring to Maine a cacophony that isn’t native to our state — though it is also, sad to say, a racket that is increasingly familiar. These are the sounds of harshly negative political campaigns, brought to you by political organizations often located far away from Maine.
Several months ago, sitting in an office in Beijing, I watched on an Internet feed the entire House of Representatives floor debate on the Marriage Equality legislation. I have never been prouder of our legislature — or of being a native Mainer. The debate was civil, restrained, heartfelt and respectful on both sides. Legislator after legislator stood to say why he or she was going to vote for or against the bill. I was so impressed by what I had watched that I sent the link to friends all over China, telling them that this was what representative democracy was all about.
That debate was Maine at its best — a civic culture that distinguishes Maine from every other state in the Union. This fall, millions of dollars are going to be spent on television ads screaming at us in a tone that couldn’t be more different from the legislature’s debate, or less native to Maine.
I support marriage equality, and I will vote NO on Question 1. I will contribute to the campaign to sustain the Maine law. But I also have real respect for those who disagree with me, and I know that they feel just as honestly and strongly about their position as I do about mine.
My hope is that voices on both sides of the debate over Question 1 this fall will be restrained and respectful — and that those voices won’t grow so loud that they wipe out the memories of democracy at work in Augusta, tarnish our civic culture in Maine and drown out the autumn sounds of the twigs, the leaves and the loons.