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  • Every Story: Two Sides. Sometimes More

    Sometimes you have to admit you may have made a mistake, jumped to a conclusion without all the facts. As if, in today’s world, we even know what a fact is anymore.

    You should know I don’t like the current administration that is “leading” our country. (When you refer to the president as our toddler in chief, I consider that a dead giveaway.)

    My reasons, in case you’re interested, are clear and simple. I believe Trump is an abhorrent human being with no redeeming qualities. He is a narcissist who has only his — and not our country’s — best interests in mind. I also believe the Republican Party has become so power hungry that it compromised its values by throwing their support behind this morally reprehensible human being.

    That’s my opinion, and shy of the tablets appearing and frogs falling from the sky, I don’t think it’s gonna change any time soon. Sadly, I think the same would be true for folks who are ideologically opposite of me as well.

    I recognize every story has two sides, and hate it when I’m bombarded by reports from online media that defines itself by the ideological slant it takes. The “fake news” debates sicken me, because they show our nation’s growing lack of trust in what were once sacred institutions, as well as how many of those institutions have been gutted to the point where they have no more staff than a person sitting at his/her computer. They also echo our country’s seeming lack of interest in civil debate.

    We believe what we want to believe. And if you don’t believe as I do, well, then you’re just wrong. How does that attitude benefit anyone?

    All of these things said, I allowed the anger and disgust I feel toward this administration to influence a rush to judgment when I should have waited to weigh in on the story about conflict between the Native American elder, the Black Israelites, and the students from an all-boys Catholic high school. That rush to judgment was, by most appearances, not the correct one.

    I still have questions — “Where were the students' chaperones, and why didn’t they try to help defuse this?” Is chief among them — that likely will never be answered to anyone’s satisfaction. I still think both sides were wrong in their approach to the situation. That involves adults, who should know better, and children, who don’t know better and believe what they’re taught by the adult influences in their lives. But if my rush to judgment added fuel to the fire in some small way, I’ll take the hit for that.

    Fear and uncertainty do strange things to people. Circumstances that lead to boulders on our shoulders also put rocks in our collective heads. This constant game of “I’m right. You’re wrong” is both annoying and tiresome. And it shows no signs of abating.

    The prospect of a president who can unite our divided country is, at best, a pipe dream. That saddens me terribly. I hope it saddens you as well.

    So this is my mea culpa, my apology for jumping the gun. Tomorrow morning, I will get up and put on my pants one leg at a time like the rest of you. And I hope — despite my pessimism about the prospects — that tomorrow will be a little less strident and angry than today and the past two years have been.