The Dignity Deficit
There is a man I will call Frank. He is not a real person — he is a composite, assembled from conversations I have had over the past years with men who share his profile. He is in his early fifties. He works in a metalworking shop in the Walloon-Flemish borderland. His hands are calloused. His back hurts. He earns a decent wage — not rich, not poor — and he has the quiet pride of a man who makes things. Real things. Things you can touch.
Frank votes for a party that most of my contacts would describe as "extreme." When I ask him about specific policies — immigration, the EU, economic reform — he shrugs. He does not know the party's detailed positions. He does not much care. What he knows is how the party makes him feel.
"At least they say it like it is," he says.
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The standard analysis of radical voting focuses on anger — anger about immigration, about globalisation, about cultural change. The anger is real. But it is not the root. The root is deeper, older, and more painful than any single policy issue.
The most important thing is dignity.
Michael Sandel described this with devastating precision in his work on the tyranny of merit. The meritocratic order — the system that says your position in society reflects your talent and effort — contains a hidden message for those at the bottom: if success is earned, then failure is deserved. The factory worker who did not attend university, the tradesman who did not learn to code, the nurse who did not pivot to the knowledge economy — each of them receives, daily, the implicit verdict of a system that values credentials over competence and abstraction over craft.
Meritocracy tells the successful that they deserve their success. It also tells the unsuccessful that they deserve their failure. This is not merely unfair. It is an assault on dignity — and people who feel their dignity is under assault will vote for anyone who promises to restore it.
Frank does not read Sandel. He has never heard the word "meritocracy." But he lives inside its consequences every day. The politicians on television have degrees he does not have, speak in a register he does not use, and discuss his future in terms that make him feel like a problem to be managed rather than a person to be consulted. The experts who appear on panels know everything about economic indicators and nothing about what it feels like to stand at a machine for eight hours while your back screams. The entire apparatus of mainstream political communication is calibrated for an audience that Frank is not part of — and he knows it.
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Frank voted CD&V his whole life. His father voted CD&V. And what changed? Nothing. The problems are the same. The forms are the same. Nobody comes to his village. His vote, cast faithfully for a mainstream party for three decades, disappeared into the coalition calculus. The roads stayed the same. The bureaucracy stayed the same. The faces changed. The problems did not.
And then he discovered that there is one type of vote that does not disappear. The vote for the party that everyone fears. That vote produces headlines, emergency meetings, concerned editorials. The mainstream parties that ignored him for decades suddenly want to understand him. Not because they care about him — but because they are afraid of what his vote represents.
The protest vote is not an ideological statement. It is a signal flare — launched from a position of such prolonged invisibility that the voter is willing to set fire to their own preferences just to be noticed.
Frank is not an extremist. He does not want to partition Belgium. He gets along fine with his Walloon neighbours — they help each other out, they always have. "It's only when the politicians start talking that it becomes a problem," he says. He is a citizen who has voted in every election for thirty years and has watched, with growing bewilderment, as his participation produced nothing he could see or feel.
A vote for a mainstream party produces no discernible individual effect. A vote for a radical party produces headlines, analysis, and political crisis meetings. The system has created an incentive structure in which the most visible — and therefore the most personally satisfying — form of democratic participation is the vote that destabilises democracy. This is not the voter's failure. It is the system's.
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The radical party understood what the centre did not: that the most powerful political offer is not a better programme but a better feeling. The feeling of being seen, heard, recognised as a person whose experience counts. The centre offers policy papers. The radical offers recognition. In the competition between a document and a handshake, the handshake wins.
The tragedy is the self-defeating logic that follows. Frank sends a signal: I am dissatisfied. The mainstream receives it — and responds by adjusting rhetoric. They talk tougher on immigration, because that is what the radical talks about. They hire consultants to analyse the protest vote. What they do not do is address the structural condition that produced the dissatisfaction. The roads do not improve. The sense of being invisible does not diminish. The signal was received. The message was not.
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There is a dimension to this that is often overlooked: the role of credentials. In virtually every European democracy, the strongest predictor of radical right voting is not income, not geography, not age. It is education — specifically, the absence of a university degree.
The standard explanation is that less educated people are more susceptible to misinformation. A different explanation, which I find more convincing, is structural. The modern economy has created a hierarchy of esteem that tracks closely with educational credentials. The person with a degree is valuable, mobile, respected. The person without one is, in the implicit calculus of the knowledge economy, residual — a leftover from a previous era, tolerated but not valued.
The diploma divide is not primarily an economic gap. It is a dignity gap. Those without credentials have been sorted, by the logic of meritocracy, into a category that the system does not so much oppress as ignore — and being ignored, for a human being, is often worse than being opposed.
Unions used to provide a voice for these people. Churches used to provide community. Local party chapters used to provide belonging. All of these institutions have weakened or disappeared — and into the vacuum step the radical movements that offer what the mainstream no longer does: the sense that you matter, that your work has value, that someone in the political system gives a damn whether you exist.
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There is a final dimension that connects directly to the technological transformation at the heart of this series. For many people — particularly men, particularly in manual trades — work is not just an income source. It is an identity. "What do you do?" is the first question we ask a stranger, and the answer positions them in a social hierarchy that is as powerful as it is unspoken.
When automation eliminates the job, it does not merely remove the income. It removes the answer to that question. The political system has no framework for dealing with this. Economic policy can address unemployment. Social policy can cushion the financial blow. But no policy currently on offer addresses the deeper loss — the loss of purpose, of role, of the thing that made you someone rather than no one.
I am aware that this article risks sounding as though it excuses radical voting. It does not. Voting for a party that scapegoats minorities, that undermines institutions, that trades in conspiracy — these are choices with consequences, and the consequences fall on people who are more vulnerable than Frank. Understanding is not endorsement.
But here is the uncomfortable truth for the political centre: addressing the dignity deficit cannot be done with policy alone. It requires something that the centre has structurally lost the ability to provide — the sense that every citizen, regardless of credentials, matters. Not as a statistic. Not as a demographic to be targeted. As a person whose experience is worth hearing.
The hardest question
Can the political centre offer dignity without simplification? Can it make people feel seen without lying to them about the complexity of the world? Can it match the radical's emotional offer without adopting the radical's intellectual dishonesty? This is not a rhetorical question. It is the question on which the survival of the democratic centre depends.
Frank's protest vote is not a rejection of democracy. It is a desperate, clumsy, self-defeating attempt to make democracy notice that he is still here. The question is not how to stop people like him from voting radical. The question is how to build a system in which people like him never feel they have to.
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