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Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Opinions Are Not Facts--Part Two


My blog is not about politics. (Well, not much anyway.) It’s for “miscellaneous musings about the human condition.” Politics is just the occasional springboard to those musings.
Yesterday I described my breakfast conversation with someone who was woefully uninformed about his chosen topic but had firm opinions nonetheless. The subject was health care reform, but it might as well have been government bailouts, liberal elites, global warming, or whatever. No matter the issue, mad-as-hell voters like this gentleman rant on about imagined foes, are moved by chauvinistic patriotism, seek reinforcement for their preconceived ideas, and vote for whoever panders to their emotions. It does little good to cite facts; they aren’t interested. And are their minds are already made up? You betcha!
While musing about the breakfast bloviator, I asked rhetorically: why does anger trump logic, and whatever happened to critical thinking skills? The answers have to do with fear, of course. When people are afraid, they get frustrated and angry, and rationality disappears. They latch onto what a friend calls "value-menu ideology"—Tea Party rhetoric and concepts that, like fast food, are simple, readily available, and addictive. Thus, happy meal ideas clog the arteries of our public discourse.
My usual response to these troglodytes is to ignore them or mock them (as I just did in my choice of words). But perhaps I need to probe deeper and ask other questions. If fear causes anger, which in turn displaces logic, where does the fear itself come from? Is it simply an uninformed, irrational reflex? Is it nostalgia for the “good old days”? Should we demonize these agitated people, laugh at their ignorance, and deride the fractional truths they hear on cable news and talk radio? Or ought we to recognize their fear as a natural reaction to a perceived threat? If so, what is that threat?
The threat, I submit, is to America’s mythological narrative: the story that we all share to one degree or another; the story about Rugged Individualists, the American Dream, and the Land of Opportunity. This story/myth/narrative is neither true nor false; it just is. It’s part of our national psyche, and many conservatives so strongly relate to it that it seems part of their own identity. So when major social changes occur (the economy goes south, a person of color is elected President, health reform passes), they subconsciously feel the narrative is being changed and their identity is being threatened. The natural “mama bear” instinct takes over and they want to fight: “Give me my country back!”
To make matters worse, popular media inflame these subliminal fears. To quote one of my trusted correspondents: “Tea Partiers have been boxed into a natural but extreme psychological state—the state of a cornered animal—by [certain] media.  It is a story of psychological extortion.  The people who control the information make you distrust their competitors, convince you that your identity is at stake, and offer you the only solution.” 
That solution, of course, is to continue watching their particular cable channel. My friend then concludes:
    The problem lies at the top of the ideological supply chain, not at the bottom. Just as uneducated, impoverished people should not bear the entire blame for buying their children a steady diet of double cheeseburgers, neither should Tea Partiers be blamed for choking down the fear sandwiches that the media feed them. Their intellectual obesity is no different from the physical obesity that afflicts their analogous brethren. Because of their value-menu ideology they cannot participate in rational dialogue any more than fast-food addicts can run a marathon. The blame lies in the corporate exploitation of those who do not have the privilege of making themselves a salad. 
    So … I try to remind myself that it is really all Glen Beck’s fault. (LOL)

     As hopeless as our challenge seems, we who want to be rational and dispassionate need calmly to engage people like the breakfast bloviator. We need to recognize their genuine fears and find at least a few points of common ground. We also need to remind them that they shouldn’t believe everything they hear on cable news and talk radio. They should be skeptical of easy answers, question everything, demand proof, and spread truth not rumor. 

      In short—as the headline to this story says—we all need to remember: opinions are not facts. 

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Opinions Are Not Facts


Part One
“Opinions are not facts” is part of my personal creed. I met someone the other day who reminded me why that is.
We shared a breakfast table, and when he learned what I do in my work he started grousing about “Obamacare”—
It’s going to be a disaster. The feds have no business taking over healthcare. It’s unconstitutional. Healthcare is not interstate commerce. It should be left to the states. The Tenth Amendment says so.
Have you read the law?
No.
Well I have. I have a copy of it on my desk. I’ve studied it, written about it. Did you know that 39 pages of it are devoted to state flexibility in creating new programs for the uninsured?
No, but …
Did you know that there are more than 25 sections, scores of pages, devoted to state-based demonstration programs?
No.
What about state-based pilot projects? Assistance to states for medical student loans? Funding to expand state centers for the aging? Grants to states to improve the health care workforce? Or state alternatives to malpractice lawsuits?
No, but the Federal Government [he pronounced it such that I could practically hear those capital letters] has no business running healthcare.
Oh? When you were in the Navy in WWII you were part of the military medical system, which is “single payer” and run by the government. In other words, it is socialized medicine. You didn’t mind that did you?
No, but I…
And what about Medicare? You’re a Medicare beneficiary, aren’t you?
Yes, but …
And you still get to choose your doctor, even though Medicare pays the bill, right?
Right, but [raising his voice] what Obama is doing is a liberal power grab!
At this point I expected him to start yelling: “Give me my country back!” So, in the face of intractable ignorance, and certain that facts had no place in this gentleman’s thought process, I excused myself. I wanted to say that we could continue this discussion when he was better informed, but I didn’t. The fact is he will never be better informed. He will just remain an angry old Tea Partier, hiding behind his comfortable delusions, uninterested in objective information, blissfully unaware that opinions are not facts.
I went away wondering: Why does anger trump logic? What ever happened to critical thinking skills?

Saturday, October 2, 2010

Travels in the Web of Life


A while back I commented on how we're all part of the web of life, with wispy threads of memory and strong connections to friends and family. I renewed some of my friendships during the past ten days. As promised, here are some photos from those recent travels. No profound musings accompany them, just a few random thoughts.

   First, I went "shunpiking" through northeast Georgia to Brevard, North Carolina where I tracked down and surprised former Orlando neighbor Pete Hurt. It was he who painted the violin picture we displayed at Dad's memorial service and which hangs proudly in my home office. (See post of August 16.) These were some views along the way:

Pawn shops, gun shops, pickup trucks, and winding mountain roads are among my most vivid impressions. I kept imagining I that I was hearing "Dueling Banjos." And some of the scenery along the Blue Ridge Parkway in NC was beautiful:


   In Winchester, KY I saw friends Ron and Bart (also erstwhile Orlando residents) and in Louisville joined in the 40th birthday festivities of former student Brian Doheny. He and his wife and small son (who is now in college) were neighbors in St. Louis 15 years ago. Thank goodness I was only 32 at the time or I would have felt really old at the party.

   As nice as the weather was in NC and TN, it was stunning in the Bluegrass state. This shot of the Hillerich & Bradsby (baseball bat) factory in downtown Louisville and the view of the Ohio River attest to that fact. Where I was standing to take the river picture is as close to the Hoosier State as I've been in a long time. It seemed kinda strange not to cross the bridge and sing, "Back home again, in Indiana..."


   As I compose this I'm struck by how few pictures I take of people, misanthrope that I am. 

This is the only decent one of Brian--he's lighting one of the scores of candles they had burning that night. I got none of Pete (forgot and left the camera in the car) and due to lighting issues none of the ones with Ron and Bart turned out at all. Sorry...  

...here's Ron and Bart's house, though. It's more than 100 years old, sturdy and charming.
After getting home last Sunday (9/26), I turned around Thursday and went to Warm Springs, GA to see FDR's "Little White House" and reconnect with Fla. Hosp. Assn. friends who come up every year to stay in a nearby cabin and "count cows" (their metaphor for doing nothing). They wouldn't let me take their pics, but here's my friend's cabin, followed by FDR's place. The unfinished portrait is the one that was being painted of him in the Little White House when he had his fatal stroke. It remains as it was in at the moment of his death.



    These trips and the friendships they refreshed prompted me to dig out and re-read one of Emerson's essays, the one in which he wrote "the only way to have a friend is to be one." I thank the folks I visited on these sojourns; I thank them for their hospitality; I thank them for their kindnesses; I thank them for letting me be their friend.

    At the start of that same essay Emerson also wrote: "Maugre [notwithstanding] all the selfishness that chills like east winds the world, the whole human family is bathed with an element of love like a fine ether."

    Would that the whole world, bathed in that fine ether, could remember those words more often.

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    Oh, one more thing that I almost forgot....

... somewhere along the way there was this guy. He wants to take his country back. (To where I'm not sure.) When I told him what kind of work I do, he said he wants no part of Obama's socialized medicine, then added, "And he'd better keep his hands off my Medicare too!"
(Spoken like a true, informed patriot.)
:-)