Hey, "our" North Dakota just passed "our" Alaska as the number two oil producing state; and danged if I didn't propose trade agreements with them there y'allers. But OK: points for creative capitalization, and kudos for choking down a certain word. I tried communicating with the man, but never heard back. Same for nearly all the similarly-toned outreach I receive: so invested are they in hearing what they believe that any clarification or documentation I send their way falls silently, like the proverbial bear in the forest. (My "made-up history" comment, for the record, was about expurgating Thomas Jefferson from Texas textbooks; not a reference to the Bible, as one letter-writer concluded.)
The feedback did make me wish I'd pointed out that the South is a net taker of federal tax money, while we liberal states are net givers. And I should have mentioned that it's those same southern states who lined up like lemmings after our president's reelection to demand secession, long before I reckoned taking them up on it. Funny things, those.
It's my fault. I can't resist snarkiness, and love it when readers tell me I gave them a good laugh. That everything I reported about southerly shenanigans is true doesn't seem to matter, especially when I hand critics an opening by sneaking in what I like to consider a witticism. People who take umbrage rarely address the actual points I make. Maybe I should run an experiment: forgo attempts at humor, make my message crystal clear and restate it a couple of ways, hypopolysyllabically. See if anyone on the other side is willing to have an old-fashioned back and forth.
Somehow I doubt it. Nothing provokes silence like responding with a factual accounting and an entreaty to address it. Having done a little opinion writing before this gig, I'm well aware there's no changing of most minds. I've tried to engage my detractors, and have generally responded to their emails respectfully. (Took me two tries, that one up there.) I have this silly liberal idea that enlightened conversation is possible with everyone, and that, presented with factual clarity, people who miss my point can at least be made to understand it, if not agree.
But it's not. It's some weird game of catch: I arc an apple, the receiver pitches a potato. I lob a lymon, get back a tossed tomato. I separate lemon and lime and roll them back with a furtive wave and a tentative smile, comes another tomato, or nothing at all. And yet I manage to feel bad. I tell myself if I were more eloquent I could make that person see what I'm saying. Get them to agree? Not likely; though I confess to thinking it could happen, with enough time. Take climate change, for example: if ever there were a phenomenon for which the proof is overwhelming, that's it. But the conversation goes like this: "You liberals think you can change the weather." (Actual quote.) Then impenetrable silence.
In med school, flexing our newly acquired vocabulary, we used to say, "Dyspareunia is better than no pareunia." I guess getting flamed is better than being ignored. But I wish at least one person who disagrees would address the points I make and present a relevant counterargument. And if the arguments were convincing, I'd be delighted to say so in a following column.
Meanwhile, a nice thing about columnists is that no one makes you read them. And when "The Herald" runs Charles Krauthammer (to whom the very existence of Barack Obama is so infuriating I worry he's gonna pop a vessel somewhere) and Debra Saunders and Kathleen Parker; I don't demand that the paper stop printing their stuff. In some circles, that's called fair and balanced.
Sid Schwab lives in Everett. Send emails to firstname.lastname@example.org
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