Nov 152016

Eight years ago I wrote about the clicking noise I could hear in my brain when encountering arguments so devoid of reason that the resulting cognitive dissonance was paralyzing.  This year, we saw that clicking noise manifest on the faces of journalists trying to wrestle ideologues and surrogates who abandoned reason in the most confounding election of our lifetimes.  A candidate who felt safe to repeat claims and accusations so outrageous that it stunned us numb.  A discomfort so great that the first impulse was to turn away, find a like-mind, and exhale.

Because I believe that language matters, I would like to give those moments a name.  They are easily recognizable and we have experienced them repeatedly this year.  It is the blank stare that accompanies a hesitant silence as a brain struggles to reconcile new information with a deeply seated belief.  The mental gymnastics of denial and re-framing that inevitably reconciles the conflict in such a way as to confirm the deep seated belief regardless of the validity of the data.  As a nod to a previous post,  l call those moments, ‘trucked’.

Think elderly woman on Dr. Phil when she is shown concrete proof the the man to whom she has sent her entire life savings does not exist.

In this fog, I ventured out again for the third presidential election: Thirty days, twenty nine cities, roughly a hundred and twenty interviews, three rallies and eight bowls of green chili stew.

Much of what I experienced was unchanged.  People deprived of safe venues at home or work, eager to share their election thoughts.  I limited my taped questions to their feelings, needs and hopes, but off mic and tape, it was remarkable to explore their concerns and reasoning in more depth. It was in those later conversations that shared values and devastating divides could be found.

But even as I made it through California’s central valley before turning left onto Route 66, something was off.  A marked increase in people citing easily disprovable misinformation as part of their reasoning.  And if I referenced equally easily verifiable data…   Trucked.  There was a consistency to these moments what demanded exploration.  Or looking away.  I really wanted to look away.

Instead, by the time I hit the California border, I took to auditing the FM radio stations.  Looking for conservative and Christian talk radio, I committed to finding and listening to what was said as I drove.  Slowly, over the next month, there emerged a landscape behind which Donald Trumps inexplicable behavior came into focus.

Some unofficial and statistically insignificant observations….  The FM band, especially in rural areas, is unrecognizable.  In many areas in the south, talk radio accounted for more stations than music.  Christian talk radio led the pack, followed by Christian music and then Conservative Talk.  I was stunned by the miles I traveled when I could not located NPR and it was not until I was outside of Chicago that I stumbled on one progressive talk radio station.

But the real difference was in the content.  It was among the hardest things that I have done on these journeys.  To make myself listen as very authoritarian sounding voices alternating between extreme fear mongering (a letter written from a dying woman who contracted AIDS from her HIV+ dentist because our PC nation allowed him to practice dentistry fully aware that she would die as a result) to protracted historical manipulations to prove that America was founded as Christian Nation and that the Obama administration had led and sanctioned an attack on Christianity.

I would like to examine the phenomena and how I experienced it on the road through the lens of the most commonly referenced issue.  Immigration.

While many people cited immigration as informing their Trump vote, it was also heavily featured in both Conservative and Christian talk radio.  Moreover, it was at the root of my personal ‘trucked’ moments.  Let me explain.

As a Christian, and having read the bible twice (full disclosure, the first time probably does not count because I was 16 years old and only had a King James edition),  I could not reconcile my biblical understanding with the faith-based proponents of ‘strong’ borders.  Even at a young age, I looked for patterns and repeated themes.  One of the first I recognized was regarding Sojourners.

When a stranger sojourns with you in your land, you shall not do him wrong. You shall treat the stranger who sojourns with you as the native among you, and you shall love him as yourself, for you were strangers in the land of Egypt: I am the Lord your God.  Leviticus 19:33-34

Allow me to be clear.  In my reading, there is no grey area as it regards the immigrant.  No conditions on him being worthy or his reasons for fleeing his land.  Eighty Two direct calls with no ambiguous language.  Care for the stranger as you would care for yourself.  Period.  For the record, the second most referenced theme in the Bible is love with 300 calls.  Homosexuality has 3 and two of those are ambiguous as hell.

(in case you were wondering, the number one issue in the Bible with a whopping 2350 verses is…  wait for it…  Money)

How is it that white Evangelicals could vote for Trump in record numbers?  No single Christian group voted in such a high percentage for any recent candidate.  How could it be that the most literal Christians could overwhelmingly support the most antithetical candidate?


Turns out that they had help.  The American Family Radio, Jerry Falwell Jr of Liberty University and James Dobson of Focus on the Family all figured heavily.  How could it be that immigration would even be presented as a moral issue?  Well, it takes some of the aforementioned ‘truckworthy’ mental gymnastics mixed with denial.   It looked something like:  ‘illegal immigrants are lawbreakers’ who ‘sneak into our country’ making it tougher for the real ‘good’ immigrants who are first in line. That this is biblically disingenuous is an understatement.  But the frequency of Christian Trump supporters highlighting immigration is a proof point that this message is getting through.

Finally, while there are many other subjects and issues that were noted in my interviews, in order, Obamacare, Muslims and the ‘attack on Christianity’, it is almost more important to note what was not addressed.  Not once.  In thirty days and more than 120 interviews (30 of which were conducted over 6 hours at a Trump rally) not one Trump supporter mentioned jobs or the distribution of wealth.  The ‘rigged’ economic system of the Bernie campaign was morphed into a targeting of immigrants, Muslims and, for the religious, LGBTQ.

Trump has not simply tapped into white anger over an economy that has left them behind.  No, these were seeds thrown onto a soil that was prepared by Fox news, enriched by the ‘end-times’ Christian pulpit and radio, and fertilized by Alt-Right compost.  This was the fruit of a full scale campaign by the conservative and Christian right to discredit all public institutions and redirect the justified anger of millions of disenfranchised Americans onto people and causes that had nothing to do with it.  More about that in posts to follow.

So what happens next?

America, you are about to get flowers.  In this case, really crappy flowers.  Branded ‘Trump’.  The wall becomes a fence that will be presented as though it has magic powers that keeps people from getting in a boat and sailing around it, or a plane from flying over it, but you are going to feel validated and safe as it accomplishes nothing.

Obamacare will either be 1.  repealed completely (to hell with the weakest among you) or 2. re-branded with modifications that would have happened anyway (this option comes with a victory dance and stomach turning self congratulations) or 3.  handed over to a “Martin Shkreli” led free-market system where your very life is conditional on your ability to pay.

Oh, and be ready, like the trains in Italy post WW1, there will be at least one tip of the hat to real change –  most likely in the form of term limits.  This will enable the new administration to claim the mantle of legitimacy.

Finally, from every corner of talk radio (I’m looking at you Dennis Prager), the internet and the Republican Party Platform, they are coming for public education.  Straight out of the totalitarian playbook, they need to re-write science, history and above all, civics, in order to ensure that truth is secondary to ideology.  Welcome to the new American Madrasa.

Make no mistake America, you got played.

And if you start to act up, if you start to question what the heck is happening… well let’s look to history.  What do strong men do?  Putin, Un, Amin? They ensure the threat from outside pales in comparison.  You just gave weapons to a guy with the ethics of a Nigerian prince, the ego of Kanye West, and the competence of a drunk toddler driving a golf cart. A man whose only ability to hold onto power will be creating a ‘them’ that is even worse.

And that, we must never accept.

So this is what I know.  People of faith and Americans who still believe in our democracy and the institutions that support it need to fight for both.  Because for every ‘trucked’ moment, there were pauses.  Moments with the Beaseley’s, Tyra and even Calvin Craig when there was a silent stare of recognition.  Water over stone, this can change.


Nov 072016

I never planned on an Odyssey.  I had no experience, desire or understanding of the concept.  And while over the past eight years, I came to refer to these quadrennial treks of mine as such, I confess that I really had no idea what it meant, how it worked or why I did it.  Until this year.  It came into sharp focus this year.  .

It might help to start with a standard definition,

  1. A long wandering or voyage usually marked by many changes of fortune or hardships
  2. An intellectual or spiritual wandering or quest

Fair enough.  But eight years ago all I really wanted to do was ride my scooter across country.  That it happened the same year as the most historic election of my lifetime (of which I was obsessed) well, that was happy coincidence.  Using a microphone just gave me an excuse to talk to people.

Turns out I had accidentally created my Odyssey.  Here are some of the essential elements and recommendations,

It starts by going alone.  To separate yourself physically from your home and to put as much distance as you can from all of the ways you identify yourself.  For the duration, the people you meet will not know where you went to school, what you do for a living, or that you are a Mom who drinks too much Diet Coke.  Your interactions are just you, in that moment, in that place.

Put the same face forward everyday.  Pick one outfit and image (I recommend no makeup) that you know is constant in every interaction.  Hint – It does help if your clothing stands out in a way that indicates you are not a local.  A willingness to make yourself ridiculous (cow pants or an accidental Easter peep lookalike) works wonders.

Make it hard and foreign.  Greyhound bus, scooter, sleeping in Walmart parking lots, a daily challenge that serves as a reminder that you are in unfamiliar territory.

Move every day.  Experience as many different places and people as you can.  This is not a time for leisurely pacing.  For me, the benefit was in the patterns that I could only see relative to each other and the chance to string them together.

Take it as you find it.  Land where you land and do not research or plan ahead.  Eat when you are hungry and take what is offered.  This is not a time for Yelp.  Most of all, meet every person where they are and listen.   That is the most powerful of all.

And finally, the willingness to not know why you are doing it and to not expect any particular outcome is the greatest gift you give yourself.  What you observe and what you discover is secondary (I will share mine tomorrow) but the experience of being in the world as you are…  well, it is simply enough.

Nov 062016

“For everything in this journey of life we are on, there is a right wing and a left wing: for the wing of love there is anger; for the wing of destiny there is fear; for the wing of pain there is healing; for the wing of hurt there is forgiveness; for the wing of pride there is humility; for the wing of giving there is taking; for the wing of tears there is joy; for the wing of rejection there is acceptance; for the wing of judgment there is grace; for the wing of honor there is shame; for the wing of letting go there is the wing of keeping. We can only fly with two wings and two wings can only stay in the air if there is a balance. Two beautiful wings is perfection. There is a generation of people who idealize perfection as the existence of only one of these wings every time. But I see that a bird with one wing is imperfect. An angel with one wing is imperfect. A butterfly with one wing is dead. So this generation of people strive to always cut off the other wing in the hopes of embodying their ideal of perfection, and in doing so, have created a crippled race.”

C. Joybell C.