Sometimes awareness and learning take repeated exposure to
the facts you don’t want to hear. Donald
Trump knows this. As a shrewd marketer
and a fan of Adolph Hitler, he knows that repeating the same message over and
over, even if it has no basis in fact, is a successful tactic in getting otherwise normal, intelligent human
beings to commit acts they would never have dreamed of prior to indoctrination
by repetition. It is brain washing with
the aid of the media.
But I have found that it can also work for the greater
good. Every time another “crooked
Hillary” comment is made on your social media, fight back by posting lists from
reliable sources about the good that Hillary has been doing for years. Write that being guilty of all the things
she’s accused of would require the funds of Trump and the evil genius of
Moriarty. Surely someone would have
blown the whistle or produced some kind of evidence by now, right? Keep pounding social media with the correct
facts. We have only three weeks to
permeate the minds of potential voters with the good she has done and the
experience she carries into the Oval Office.
Don’t think that exposure works? Let me tell you a tale. My parents were part of the white flight from
East Cleveland in the early 60s. We used
to call my dad Archie Bunker, saying he wasn’t a bigot, he hated everyone
equally. Dad mellowed out a bit in his
later years. He was a staunch Catholic,
a staunch Democrat, and a proud Union member.
He was all about doing what was right…no lying, no cheating, no
blowhards, and you best be sure you owned up to your mistakes. He passed in 1998, so I have no idea if
indoctrination by repetition would have had an impact on his voting, or on any
of the other prejudices he carried with him from his early days. But I do know he would never have voted for
the lying, cheating, denying, braggart that is Donald Trump.
My mother was somewhat quiet about everything. I never heard her voice any nasty opinions
about blacks, or gays, or members of other faiths when I was growing up. But as she got older and more vocal, I was
dismayed by some of what she would say with no care in the world who heard
her. She was in her late 70s when she
moved in with us. I remember her
reaction when I told her my new boss was gay. She was horrified. “How could you possibly work around that?” she
asked. I would then tell her how
intelligent and witty he was, how friendly and funny his partner was, and what
great guys they were. I did this
repeatedly.
The first time she actually met them, my boss’ partner gave
her a big hug and told her how lovely she looked. He told her how beautiful her hair was, and
that he would know, having owned his own salon for years. She seemed to handle that pretty well. Gradually I kept inviting her to functions
where she would have occasion to interact with them. When my daughter married, David insisted on
doing her hair and mine for the wedding.
Mom watched as he fussed and fluffed until my daughter and I looked like
debutantes.
A week or so after the wedding, I informed her that I was
calling the guys to invite them to dinner…as a thank you for doing our hair and
for graciously attending the wedding.
“I’m coming,” she announced. So I
made reservations for four. A few months
later she confided, “You know, I don’t ever think of them as gay anymore. I just think of them as the boys.” I replied that it was a good thing. That people are people. That we are all just people.
The last year of her life she was in assisted living. I could no longer care for her at home, so I
visited her several times a week after work and on weekends. She would always ask, “How are the boys? I miss seeing them. Tell them I miss seeing them.” What a turn around for a woman in her
80s. She also cast her last vote for
Barack Obama. And I was so proud of
her when she cast her last vote for Barack Obama.
She taught me that people can change, no matter how old or
how set in their ways. That prejudice
can be overcome. But that it requires exposure
to those different from ourselves, and the indoctrination of repetition in a
positive way, to overcome the negative, the hateful, and the long-held fears of
a lifetime. Because of her bravery, and
the boldness she showed in changing her mind about such fundamental issues, I
dedicate my "noTrumpvote" to my Mom.