
Some see history shaped by specific events, while others believe it is driven by broader trends that determine its overall course regardless of individual decisions or actions.
When playing ‘what if’ games, the focus tends to be on consequential acts of commission. For example, what if the Turks had captured Vienna in 1683? What if the assassins of Lincoln, Archduke Ferdinand, or Kennedy had not been successful? Would Reconstruction have run a smoother course, or would the Klan and Jim Crow have emerged anyway? Would WWI have been avoided, or would another spark have ignited that European bloodbath?
Less often, we consider the consequential impact of acts of omission, specifically choices made by those who fail to do what they know is the right thing, for reasons of expediency, self-interest, or in the name of some higher purpose.

For example, what if Pontius Pilate had freed Jesus instead of Barrabas? Would Christianity never have emerged, or would Jesus simply have met another untimely death (although requiring a symbol other than the Cross)? Or might another itinerant preacher have simply assumed this role?

What if Chamberlain had not appeased Hitler in Munich, but stood by the Czechs? Would WWII not have happened, followed a radically different course, or just been delayed a few months?

In our own time, one person stands out for making not one but two consequential acts of omission: Mitch McConnell. First, he prevented the Senate from voting on Obama’s Supreme Court nominee, Merrick Garland. Even if Garland had been confirmed, he would not have shifted the weight of the Court to the liberal side, but his voice and vote could very well have affected its decisions. (And perhaps a less cautious attorney general than he later became would have moved more quickly on the subsequent Trump cases.)
But Mitch’s most serious failure was refusing to vote to impeach Trump despite his belief that the President had committed serious crimes. Had he done so, other Republicans would have felt empowered to join him and Trump may well have been barred from running again. Instead, Mitch kicked the can down the road, hoping the courts would solve this “problem” for him.
We now know the outcome of his cowardice. Perhaps tectonic shifts in the fabric of American life would have produced another conservative, even authoritarian champion who would have succeeded in the polls. But it is doubtful than any such alternative would be so incredibly ill-suited for the job, so propelled by a childish joy in willful destruction, by extreme selfishness, and by the pursuit of retribution that define Trump.
We can hope that the pendulum will eventually swing back and we can recapture some of the better angels of the American soul. But unfortunately, the planet can’t wait that long. Nor can the millions who will suffer from Trump’s next reign of craziness. All for the lack not of a nail, but of a vote. Thank you, Mitch.
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Five years ago, I posted my blog “Sing Along with Mitch,” a series of song parodies that described the devolution of the Republican elite’s relationship to Trump from puzzled observers to full-fledged converts. It ends with Mitch & company having descended to a new low, gleefully wallowing in the mud while signing the “Hippopotamus Love Song.” (You can find it archived in January 2020, https://cfredreflections.com/sing-along-with-mitch/)
Today, perhaps the soon-be-ex-speaker might consider taking responsibility for his acts of omission with one of contrition. So a more appropriate tune for him to sing is the Dies irae portion of the Requiem Mass, that speaks of the final day of judgment. He might find these stanzas particularly relevant:
When the wicked are confounded,
Doomed to flames of woe unbounded,
Call me with Thy saints surrounded.
Guilty, now I pour my moaning,
All my shame with anguish owning;
Spare, O God, Thy suppliant groaning!
(If you still want to sing along with Mitch, there are plenty of splendid versions of the Requiem to choose from, by Charpentier, Mozart, Berlioz, and Dvorak among many others.)