partv with a willingness to tacklernthe welfare state head on—the NewrnDemocrats—appears to be dissolving.rnHolding 25 seats (and the balance ofrnpower) in Sweden’s padiamcnt after thern1991 vote, this newly organized partyrnmobilized populist anger over high taxes,rnuncontrolled immigration, and an unresponsivernpolitical elite. While the New-rnDemocrats were not invited to join thernruling coalition, the new governmentrnrelied on their votes to survie. For arnperiod in 1992, New Demoerac’ claimedrnthe loyalty of nearly 12 percent ofrnSwedish voters, and it seemed on thernverge of still greater success.rnBut then came trouble. Political dealmakingrnover budget cuts began to backfire,rnwhile vicious assaults on party membersrnas “racists” and “xenophobes”rnmounted in the media. Badlv shaken,rnseveral of the weaker New Democrats inrnparliament denounced their party andrndefected to the coalition government (tornapplause in the press), while the partv’srnleaders—Count Ian Wachtmcistcr andrnamusement park-owner Bert Kadsson—rnworked with diminishing success tornweave together a constituency rangingrnfrom “rednecks” and medical doctors tornlibertarians. Last summer, Wachtmeisterrnsuggested that Islamic mosquesrnshould not be a regular feature of thernfuture Swedish skyline. Not long after,rnsomeone put a torch to just such arnmosque, and the newspapers went ballistic.rnIn August, a prominent ead- partyrnmember, Lutheran minister KennethrnLandclius, launched a verbal attack onrnNew Democracv, labeling it “antidemocratic”rnand “foreigner-hating.” As herntold Svenska Dagbladet. “New Democracyrnenvisions a Swedishness that cannotrnbe found, because most of our culturalrnvitality is imported.” Meanwhile, Karlsson’srnbusiness empire fell into bankruptcy,rnand a battered and exhausted Wachtmcistcrrnresigned as party leader lastrnJanuary, leaving the New Democrats inrnturmoil and with a meager four percentrnsupport in the opinion polls. Promisingrnparty initiatives, including famih’ polievrnreforms based on tax-relief and diminishedrngovernment, ha e withered away.rnSo one may count Swedish socialismrnamong the political Undead, both inrnthe form of a reenergized Social DemocraticrnParty and in the more opportunisticrnguise of the Daddy Group. It stalksrnthe streets of Stockholm once again,rnlooking for what little blood remainsrnamong a fearful, dependent, and eer-sopoliticallv-rncorrect citizcnrw confidentrnthat other would-be Doctor Von Helsingsrndare not raise their heads.rnAllan Carlson is the publisher ofrnChronicles and president of ThernRockford Institute.rnThe WeremotherrnOrnbv Kit ReedrnA Short Storvrnften in that period in her life, whenrnshe least expected it, she wouldrnfeel the change creeping o’er her. Itrnwould start in the middle of an intensernconversation with her vounger son orrnwith her daughter, behind whose newlyrnhnished face she saw her past and intimationsrnof her future flickering silently,rnwaiting to break cover. Black hairs wouldrnbegin creeping down the backs of herrnhands and claws would spring from herrnfingertips. She could feel her lip liftingrnover her incisors as she snadcd: “Can’trnou remember dnv^/n’ng?” or: “Stop pickingrnvour face.”rnShe had to concentrate on standingrnerect then, determined to defeat herrnown worst instincts just once more, butrnshe knew it was onh a matter of time beforernshe fell into the feral crouch. Inrnspite of her best efforts she would end uprnloping on all fours, slinking through alleysrnand stretching her long belly as shernslid over fences; she would find herselfrnhammering on her older son’s window,rnor deviling him on the phone: Yes wernarc adults together, wc arc even friends,rnbut do vou look decent for the office’rnEven when he faced her without guile, asrnhe would an ordinary person, she couldrnfeel the howl bubbling in her throat: Didrnyou remember to use your facernmedicine?rnBeware, she is never far from us; shernwill stalk us to the death, wreaking herrnwill and spoiling our best moments,rnthreatening our future, devouring ourrnpast. Beware the weremother when thernmoon is high and ou and the one ()urnloe are sinking to earth; look sharp orrnshe will spring upon ou; she will tearrnyou apart to save ou if she has to,rnbloodying tooth and claw in the inadvertencyrnof lo e.rnI ,ash me to the closet pole she cried,rnknowing what was coming, but she wasrnthinking what might happen to the olderrnson if he married the wrong girl,rnwhom he is in loe with. Who wouldrniron his shirts? Would she know how torntake care of him? It’s his decision now;rnhe’s a grown man and wc are adults together,rnbut I am his mother, and older. Irnhave a longer past than he does and canrndivine the future.rnihis is for your own good.rnShe and the man she married were atrna party vears before thev even had children.rnSomeone introduced the identitvrngame. Tell who ou are in three sentences.rnAfter vou finished, the womanrnwho started the game diagnosed you.rnShe said vou valued what ou put first.rnSomebodv began, “Mv name is Martha,rnI’m a mother.” She remembers lookingrnat that alien woman, thinking: a mother?rnIs that all you want to be? What doesrnthat make of the man sitting next tornyou? She thinks: I know who I am. Irnknow nrv marriage. I know ni ambitions.rnI am those three things and bv thernway I am a mother. I would never listrnit first in this or any other game.rnOn the other hand, she can’t shakernthe identitv.rnHere is an old storv she hates. It isrncalled The Mother’s Heart. The cherishedrnonh son fell into debt and murderedrnhis adoring mother for her money.rnHe had been ordered to tear out herrnheart and take it to his debtors as proof.rnOn the way he fell. Rolling out of thernbasket, the heart cried: “Are you hurt.rnmy son ?”rnDamn fool.rnNobodv wanted that. Not him, notrn46/CHRONICLESrnrnrn