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I suppose that Americans have always had a number of different ideas about how things should run. In fact, I’m fairly sure that humans everywhere in the world have encountered contrasting points of view. People look at the world around them differently which can actually be a very good way of keeping a society vital and interesting. It would be a dull and dangerous development indeed if we all walked around like programmed robots. Our best moments as humans have always been those in which we actually encourage and cherish a multitude of differing voices.
Even as people have sometimes disagreed with each other they have mostly managed to get along. Now and then the issues seem so incompatible that we descend into wars, but most of the time we manage to at least stay civil with one another when our disagreements loom large. People with extremely different political views have been known to be friends. It’s generally been considered the American way for friends and family to respect differences, but in the last few years voicing one’s beliefs has become a risky thing to do. People take politics so seriously in today’s polarized environment that there seems to be little room or acceptance for disagreement. There is a tribal feel to the politics of the moment.
I vividly remember my father and grandfather discussing political issues with fiery arguments and then embracing each other and laughing about their differences. My brothers have launched into endless debates with one another that always ended with the certainty that they still loved and accepted each other. I grew up believing that deep discussions from differing points of view were the spice of life. I have always believed that expressing pros and cons and launching rebuttals was a worthy undertaking among friends, a kind of Socratic exercise that leads to clearer thoughts rather than bruised feelings.
My husband and I used to sit around on Saturday nights with our friends Bill and Pat or Egon and Marita challenging one another. We would talk for hours and never end up angry. Instead we enjoyed hearing our differing insights of life. We learned from those gatherings and become closer, not estranged. I used to joke that if someone had filmed our discourse it would have made for quite entertaining and enlightening television programming.
Sadly the wonderful friends with whom we had such amazing conversations have all died and we honestly feel that there is a big hole in our lives that is impossible to repair. In an effort to find the kind of intellectual dialogue that we once enjoyed we have been taking continuing studies classes in which all of the participants freely express themselves without growing tense or worrying that whatever they say will be wrongly interpreted. We have good healthy interchanges with one another just as my father and grandfather once did, just as my brothers still do. True freedom is not so much about what we may or may not do as it is a guarantee that each person be entitled to personal beliefs without fear. A healthy democracy allows for discussions and compromises. It operates in an environment in which everyone feels safe to express themselves.
I can’t put my finger on the exact moment when our political climate changed so dramatically but I know that it is one wrought with a very real fear that saying the wrong thing will result in damaging family relationships and friendships and reputations. Publicly asserting one’s opinions can often feel as dangerous as walking across the Grand Canyon on a tightrope. One misstep, one choice of the wrong words can be so misunderstood that it provides the impetus for the death of a friendship or family relationship. It did not used to be that way.
I grew up in the Cold War days. We Boomers were the kids who heard about the Iron Curtain that was tightly drawn around Russia and much of Central and Eastern Europe. We learned about the oppression of thoughts in countries controlled by dictators. We tried to imagine what it would be like to be subjected to propaganda only to learn that efforts to influence people’s thinking have been a reality in virtually every society throughout history.
The difference in modern times has been the ability to instantly spread ideas through mass media using all of the tricks in the propaganda book. Because of this, we should all be alert and willing to actively discuss what we are seeing and hearing to determine the validity or dishonesty of appeals for our support. It is only when we take the time to differentiate between truth and lies that we can accurately assess any situation. That’s why good old fashioned friendly debates among friends are actually quite healthy and necessary as long as there is an understood agreement that the relationships will remain intact even as the people disagree.
I actually believe that it is possible to think very differently about many things and still manage to get along. I have done so with a number of friends and family members. In the end I always circle back to the one truth that we are all attempting to navigate through the world in the ways that make the most sense to us. I love my country of the United States of America because it has allowed me to be me. I am as patriotic as the person who shows their colors everyday even though mine is a more circumspect and quiet way of honoring my nation. I do not feel a need to force others to think or be or act like me, but I ask that they at least allow me to make my own choices without insulting or restricting me.
I am deeply religious, but do not proselytize or think that my faith is necessarily better than that of others. I like the idea of keeping my church away from state issues. How I view God is very private and important for me but I am perfectly willing to learn about other people’s spirituality. It does not damage my faith when I hear from them. In fact, it may even enhance my relationship with my God.
I suspect that we have all grown weary of the rifts that grow wider each day. I love the die hard classmate from my youth in spite of his ideas that confound me. I would like to think that my affection for him will be reciprocated without efforts to change me. I fear that if we keep removing ourselves from people with ideas that we do not share our circle of friends and family will become an echo chamber that leaves us ignorant and boring. I don’t want to be a member of a cult. I like feeling safe to ask, “Why?” I am longing for honest discourse among friends.