๐๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ ๐๐จ๐ง๐๐๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ : ๐๐ฅ๐๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ ๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ ๐๐ซ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐๐ง๐ญ๐ฌ
This morning Iโm reflecting on a conversation from this past weekend that couldโve gone sideways but didnโt.
It was a sunny Saturday afternoon at the Community Pavilion in the Huntertown City Park. We were at my niece's graduation partyโa celebration full of blue and white, eighteen years of photos, and displays of achievements few earn in their short lives.
I sat at a well-used picnic table with my aunt, a staunch Democrat, and my dad, a red-hat-wearing MAGA supporter. And then there was me: right-leaning, but trying to use my brain, at least part of the time.
My aunt brought up Secretary Kennedy and started lamenting all the bad things he was doing as Secretary of Health and Human Services. As she launched into her soliloquy, I could feel the tension rising. My dad shifted in his seat. I knew where this was headingโIโd been here before, both as the instigator and the innocent bystander.
So I spoke up.
To my aunt, I said, โI donโt agree with much of your politics, but on this one, weโre in lockstep agreement.โ
To my dad, I offered, โYou donโt have to agree with everything a politician says or does just because you voted for them.โ
That was it. No fireworks. No shouting. Just a moment of truth that seemed to short-circuit what was about to happen. We returned to celebrating my niece, talking about family members long gone, and having the conversations you expect at a family event, with everyone speaking with blue-stained lips from the bright blue frosting on the cupcakes we all enjoyed.
In our world of black and white, โOrange Man Bad,โ and โIโm right, youโre wrong,โ we should be looking for common ground. We should be promoting critical thinkingโby all of us.
๐๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฏโ๐ต ๐ข๐ญ๐ธ๐ข๐บ๐ด ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ข๐ณ๐จ๐ถ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต. ๐๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ด, ๐ข ๐ง๐ฆ๐ธ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ด๐ต ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ช๐ต ๐ต๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฑ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ข๐ค๐ฆ.