“You’re not changing sides on me. Are you buddy?” said a close friend over lunch one day. The strong spice of Pad Thai filled the air as I contemplated my response.
To me, I am the same person who has been voicing similar thoughts and opinions for years.”
“I don’t see it that way…” and paused for a breath before continuing. Below is a summary.
I must admit my sadness in watching so many friends become estranged over vaccines “facts” and “identities.”
I love all my friends and I deeply respect their choices, although, at times, we may not agree.
My conservative friends demand “personal liberty”and my liberal friends demand “personal responsibility.” To me, it seems the political upheaval and identity and arguments have replaced civil discourse.
It is rare when science and policy must unfolded at the same time. Science is often slow and lumbering as it unfolds. Sure, there are “facts” and overtime these may be reinterpreted in the light of new information or flawed experiments or numerous other issues; and these may seem conflicting as the scientific methods seek to “observe and analysis” toward an understanding of the current “truth.” And of course, all scientist, all humans, are bias, and that is why there is a peer review process; although it too suffers from group-think.
Policy is a political process. It may consider science, as well as, the complexities of a stable society, supporting a mostly private health system, and safety of the population. This too is conducted by humans, it is flawed and biased; even without the issue of nefarious intentions.
Policy is not science; and all science can do is inform. Science is not all the process, it’s just part-of.
The political polarization of the last decades has now become so unproductive and dysfunctional, it impairs the productive dialogue on deeply important issues. Let’s face it – both sides are at fault; and there is plenty of blame on both sides.
And these decades has lead to very low public trust across the board; and deep suspicion of “the other side.”
I’m mindfully sad over my friends and their pain, as well as the state of our country.
“I continued to listen to my friend,” even though, we didn’t completely agree on all the details.
And I realized that “the issue” was not “the issue;” the issues was years of disappointments and disillusionments and resentments and griefs and frustrations and angers all mixed together into a ball of emotions.
And I loved him deeply and still do; and hope to have lunch again soon; and keep the dialogue going. I think this time, it’s my treat; maybe BBQ.
So, instead of making your friends your new enemies, please consider spending time listening to their concerns and remember it’s not just their groups version of facts: there is much more going on.
Realize “the issue” has a deeper roots and if we are ever to truly know another and love them in all their conflicting parts too, we must listen.