August 13, 2021
Dear Drama Observers,
Happy Friday the 13th.
Here’s something I reposted last year that I originally posted three years before that. I made reference to the fact that it was more relevant than the first time I wrote it and, alas, it seems more relevant now than the first two times.
I really am going to get back to writing something new on a regular basis, but it will more likely be sent out monthly instead of weekly due to the amount of energy I’m devoting to writing a new book.
I don’t know about you, but two things have been particularly troubling to me of late.
First, there’s the ongoing uncertainty of when and how life returns to normal. Maybe the previous normal will never return and some new iteration of normality lies up ahead. Exactly what that looks like is anyone’s guess right now and living in this perpetual wait-and-see mode is taking its toll on most of us.
The second thing that troubles me—probably more than the first, actually—is the manner in which some people choose to reduce their uncertainty-discomfort. I’m referring specifically here to tribalism.
Inside a tribe, the discomfort of ambiguity is replaced by dogmatic certainty. Tribes offer explanations for that which seems unexplainable, making tribal members feel more secure. Tribes are us-versus-them virtual communities offering mutual validation and strength in numbers. Tribal members are convinced they’re right and everyone else is just stupid—or evil.
I could go on and on, but the main thing that troubles me about all this is the inevitable polarization that tribalism brings. “When the audience encourages and media outlets deliver polarization,” wrote Auburn University journalism professor John Carvalho, “it’s tougher to come up with solutions that will have to be compromises.”
Clear-headed and life-saving solutions are needed now more than ever, but we’re not likely to find them in the no man’s land between tribal enemies.
First, increased polarization results, in part, from people yelling instead of talking.
There’s an old joke about an insecure preacher who doubted his pulpit persuasion abilities. One Sunday morning, he was delivering a message he had given once before when he spotted a note scribbled to himself in the margin of his sermon outline. It said, “Weak point, yell louder.”
From today’s noisy political pulpits, politicians and pundits seem to be yelling louder. The problem is that people tend to listen less when speakers scream more. Furiously attempting to score points, political opponents fail to make their points because their listeners stop listening long before the points are made.
During Johnny Carson’s reign as king of late-night television, he reprised a number of recurring characters. There was crotchety old Aunt Blabby who contentiously sparred with Ed McMahon. There was Art Fern, the sleazy host of “Tea Time Movie.” And, of course, his most memorable character was Carnac the Magnificent, the turban-wearing shyster who divined answers to questions before they were asked. And then . . . there was Floyd R. Turbo, American.
Floyd R. Turbo was a dim-witted bumpkin, a local yokel wearing one of those Elmer Fudd hunter’s caps who was given equal time to share his opinions on the town’s TV station. He was inarticulate, unsophisticated and, well, stupid. In an interview with Rolling Stone, Carson said, “He’s (Turbo) the epitome of the redneck ignoramus.”
Floyd once declared, “I’m against birth control. Think of it this way, if we have birth control, where will all the people come from to fight the population explosion?”
There are a lot of Floyd R. Turbo’s out there today. They’re yelling their points but is anyone listening?
Second, yes, some people are listening. But the only ones listening are those who already agree.
Many people retreat into their groupthink enclaves where everyone thinks alike. They aggregate their social media feeds in such a way that everything they read confirms their previously-held conclusions.
You’ve probably heard that old story about the man who went to see his doctor.
“What brings you in today?” the physician inquired.
“I’m dead,” the patient answered self-assuredly.
“I’m sorry, what? You’re clearly not dead. You’re sitting there upright, talking to me and breathing. Dead people can’t do such things.”
“You’re wrong, doc, I’m dead. And nothing you say or do will convince me otherwise.”
Having now concluded his patient needed psychiatric services, the doctor thought, “I want to find out just how firmly entrenched this psychosis is.”
He had his patient do jumping jacks which dead people can’t do. He took his temperature—98.6 degrees—which dead people don’t have. He had him blow up a balloon which dead people can’t do because they have no breath. But nothing dislodged the delusion, the patient shooting down every attempt the doctor made to prove his aliveness.
The physician had one more idea. “Would you agree that dead men don’t bleed?” “Well,” thought the man, “I suppose not. They don’t bleed because the heart’s not pumping to push out the blood. Nope, dead men don’t bleed. They definitely don’t bleed.”
Seizing the moment, the doctor swabbed the man’s finger with alcohol, pricked it, and it bled. “Now, what do you say?” the doctor asked, confident he’d finally cracked his patient’s delusional shell.
“Well, I’ll be a son of a gun,” the man exclaimed. “What do you know about that? Dead men DO bleed.”
With disturbing regularity, the meaning of facts is being altered to fit people’s predetermined conclusions.
Third, tribe trumps truth.
For many people, allegiance to tribe takes precedence over allegiance to truth. If the facts at hand reflect negatively on the conclusions of their chosen tribe, they’ll conveniently overlook those facts. And then accuse the other side of factual indifference.
What I wrote two previous times seems to be more relevant now than ever before. Much is changing. But I suppose people’s tendency to yearn for tribal certainties will never change.
Stay safe. And just to be clear, dead men don’t bleed.
Till… before long.
I too am concerned about what is going on but I find it discouraging. I am thankful that not everyone has given up.
If uncertainly and confusion create tribalism and separatism, what makes this different from the past historical happenings in society, religious wars, total opposite ideologies, considering dead men don’t bleed. It living with the unknown that’s a bummer. So toast to your highest good
Thanks, Jody. I appreciate your comments. What we see happening now has always happened and will likely continue in the future. There will always be a need to counter it.