My ideas were slowing down. The convictions behind them didn’t feel as strong as in the past. I was risking putting out merely ordinary writing and for the writer to merely settle for mediocrity is like an athlete not caring if he wins against the competition. To just show up doesn’t count for anything when it comes to writing.
I used to think if the facts, once collected, are weighed properly, that most of us would undoubtedly draw the same conclusion. But I see, even in debating some of my Republican friends, that we can’t even agree on the facts or share in the same goals. It’s like trying to get a woman to think like a man, a man trying to think like a child, a child trying to think like a dog. We think we can empathize or see the other side’s views, but somehow we can’t. Something blocks us from coming to terms of agreement, to mapping out a better world.
For instance, let’s say you are for helping ethnic minorities. The Democrats seemingly represent them but if a black man wanted to be a Republican because he agrees with other issues that they represent, he will align with a party that will not support legislation that address other issues of concern for blacks. The political party system divides us unevenly over too many issues.
We need a diner approach to politics, some way of expanding the slate of options and matching different columns with each other that currently doesn’t exist.
But we’ll need to do better at convincing each other that the facts should unite us, that we have to find agreement on the big issues and that we must be willing to sacrifice long-held beliefs in order to move the world forward.