Behind the Mask: An Informal Analysis


What do your face covering choices say about you?

The Covid-era mask mandates issued by so many states, counties, and/or cities, have unwittingly resulted in a fascinating study in sociology and psychology. The rules requiring them to be worn have created a unique opportunity for people to deliberately or unintentionally reveal a lot about themselves.

The mask you wear (or don’t) can provide a plethora of clues about your personality, political views, belief system, and in some cases your health status (physical and mental). Of course, like other indicators, the evidence may lead to inaccurate conclusions in some cases.

Still, it’s interesting to see the choices people make when faced with a dictatorial edict commanding them to cover their faces, and to speculate regarding what those choices may mean. If nothing else, it can alleviate some of the boredom brought on by all the government restrictions, travel bans, etc.

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To mask or not to mask

That is the question. Whether, when, and where you wear a face covering is should be a personal decision. Even most of us who are adamantly anti-mask have donned one during this time of tyranny, under duress, to be allowed to get in somewhere or do something or see someone that wouldn’t be permitted otherwise. And even those who are thoroughly bought in to the idea that masks are magical essential life-saving talismans that protect from an apocalyptic-level deadly disease presumably take theirs off sometimes — in the shower, at the very least.

Those who choose not to wear them (or only do so when absolutely necessary to satisfy the rulers who now control the minutia of our lives) have different reasons:

  • Some are physically unable to tolerate something covering their mouths and noses, are unable to breathe properly, or overly sensitive to the feeling of the cloth on their skin.
  • Some are psychologically unable to tolerate the coverings and suffer from anxiety attacks or PTSD when they have to put on a mask.
  • Some are constitutionally unable to tolerate the restriction on their personal liberty as citizens of an ostensibly free country.
  • Some see refusal to wear the mask as a political statement, an act of civil disobedience in protest of unjust laws and edicts, akin to those used in the civil rights movement to bring attention to unfair race-based rules and restrictions.

Some of us fall into more than one of those categories.

Not all mask-wearers are created equal, either. Those who faithfully put on their masks whenever they venture out in public (some of whom even wear them outdoors or alone in their cars) can fall into any of the following categories:

  • Some are rule-followers by nature. They do what they’re told, especially if they’re told by people in positions of authority. It would never occur to them to disobey. They may not like it; they may even realize it’s useless or harmful, but “rules and rules” and they feel they have no choice but to comply.
  • Some are true believers. Despite all the experts’ flip-flopping and all the contradictory evidence and the obvious illogic (such as the absurdity of requiring a mask on the one minute walk from the door of a restaurant to your table, where you can take it off while sitting 3 feet from the strangers at the table next to you for an hour and a half), they still somehow have convinced themselves that these arbitrary measures are somehow protecting them and those around them from a disease they believe is a death sentence even as the pumped-up and skewed statistics show the recovery rate is 99.5 percent.
  • Some are “Karens.” I don’t like the term, but there isn’t really one that captures the essence of this personality type (and it’s important to note that not all Karens are female). They’re not necessarily obsessive rule-followers. They break rules that they don’t like all the time, and frequently demand that rules be bent to their benefit. But they like this one, for whatever reason, and most of all, they like to micromanage everyone else’s life, to tell others what to do, and to tattle on those who don’t toe the line. These are the quintessential HOA members, never content to let their neighbors do what they want with their own property, and they’re likewise unwilling to let the rest of us do what we want in making decisions regarding our own health.
  • Some are overly cautious souls. They don’t gamble. They don’t play the stock market. They don’t take risks. Their motto is “better safe than sorry.” They’re smart enough to know that the masks might/probably don’t protect them but they wear them “just in case.” Many of them really are “doing it for others.” They’ve been brainwashed into believing that other people’s health is their responsibility, even that they’re “murderers” if they give unknowingly give the virus to someone else (or attempted murderers if that person doesn’t die).


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Some have embraced the idea of mask as fashion statement (more about that later in this post). Women (and probably some men) are making or selecting masks to coordinate with the rest of their clothing. I’ll admit it — I did it back early in this when I wanted to go out to a nice restaurant that required a mask on entry and I wanted to look a little less like an idiot. When I saw Amazon had a gaitor in the same “chain link” fabric as one of my favorite skirts, I bought it. I see gaitors as the lesser of the evils of mandatory maskdom as you can pull the thing down and it looks like you have a scarf on your neck, rather than looking as if you just emerged from the operating theater.

I’ve worn that mask exactly once. I think I’ve worn any mask at all a total of three times – before I found my wonderful “No fear” hat with a clear face shield built in. Shields aren’t accepted by the airlines — one of so many arbitrary idiotic rules to come out of our current “crisis” — but the stores around here are fine with them and I guess I won’t be flying for a while.

We all know the old caveat that appearances can be deceiving. No doubt not all the face coverings we see really represent what they appear to convey in every case. But like it or not, we judge people — especially strangers — based on appearance. When we make judgments based on facial features or skin color or height or weight or other characteristics that folks are born with, that’s inherently unfair and bound to result in erroneous assumptions. But judgements based on appearance choices, such as tattoos and piercings and including what people choose to wear, usually have at least a little more basis in fact.

Now, I’m not claiming to be able to read others’ minds and hearts, or to be the final arbiter of what a particular “mask style” means. I can only tell you the impression that you make on me when I see you wearing this or that face covering (or not wearing one at all).

Here are some of my observations and thoughts on this. Don’t take them personally. You might very well be the exception that proves the rule. And while your mask might figure into my initial reaction to you, it’s by no means the only factor nor is that first impression necessarily permanent.

Maskless marvels

I’ll say it up front: This is my tribe. You are my peeps. We are the few, the proud, who stand against the storm. When our eyes meet across the grocery store aisle or across the room in a venue where most are masked but it’s either not required or at least not enforced, we can see one another’s subtle smiles because our mouths are naked. Our noses are free to breathe in the aroma of the memory of the free world in which we used to live. And no matter who you are, I feel a flicker of kinship with you.

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I’ve found that even in this troubled time of racial and political tension, masklessness brings us together. I’ve gotten that same smile from a diversity of people, ranging from black teenage girls to elderly white men. We may be rebelling for different reasons, but we’re alike in that we’re different from all those covered-up faces around us. For a moment, at least, we share a sense of comradery and revel in the power of numbers, even if that number is only two instead of just one.

In this crazy era when the Powers That Be have taken away most of our pleasures, it’s inordinately gratifying to see that slight lip curl and that tip of the head from someone else who dares defy the “new normal.”

Sometimes, though – incredible as it still feels to me – showing your face isn’t an option, at least if you want to be able to buy food or attend an important in-person event. Then what?

Agents of Shield

Clear face shields are the next best thing to going bare-faced. You can actually breathe in most of them — and you can see a person’s face through them. Thus those who wish to muzzle the populace for political and power reasons deem them “insufficient” to protect against the virus. They don’t do nearly as good a job of dehumanizing us and making us fear each other.

The airlines, in particular, have created policies disallowing face shields without masks under them. This flies (pun intended) in the face of all logic. Thin cloth masks that hide your features are allowed, even though the fabric won’t stop particles the size of the virus. Hard plastic does block those particles — but isn’t allowed.

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The argument is that shields are bad because they’re open at the bottom (this, of course, is what makes them wearable for those of us who can’t breathe in a tight mask). Again, the premise makes no sense. Even if you sneezed, the shield would direct all of the droplets downward onto your clothes, not out into the air toward someone else. Unless you’re very tall and have people standing right under you — which shouldn’t be happening with reasonable social distancing — you aren’t putting anybody at risk.

Being able to see people’s faces makes an enormous difference. For me, it’s the difference between being able to accurately understand what people are saying or not. I rely more than I realized on seeing a person’s mouth move to decipher the speech; this is why I often have trouble understanding over a phone. A mask on the mouth not only takes away that visual aid, but also muffles most people’s voices. Ironically, trying to hear/understand a person with a mask makes me need to get closer to them — thus violating the social distancing guidelines (which do make sense in preventing transmission of the virus).

I’m thankful that most venues I visit have not followed the airlines’ asinine guidelines, and when I absolutely have to go to a place where face covering requirements are enforced (and I’m also thankful that enforcement seems to be getting less and less commonplace here), I can wear my hat shield. Sometimes I get funny looks from others — I guess we’re becoming conditioned to be as shocked to see a naked face in public as we would be to see a naked butt — but many, after the initial reaction, say “Oh, I like your hat!”

Hat shields and shields that come down from the forehead cover your eyes along with your nose and mouth. This can be considered more protective, but it also can make it difficult to see clearly, depending on the quality of the plastic. A solution, especially for those of us who believe know that masks are safety theater and don’t protect anyone from viruses anyway, and are especially unnecessary for those who have already had the virus and recovered, is the dental type shield that fits under your chin with the plastic sticking up in front of your mouth and nose. With it, you can still see fine and the plastic deflects any “deadly droplets” you might emit.

Seeing right through it

Closely related to the face shield is the transparent mask. When policies demand that your face covering must “fit snugly” — an obvious ploy to exclude most shields, an alternative may be a transparent mask. It’s made like any cloth mask but the material is clear. These are marketed for those who work with the deaf, who need to see lips to read them, but they’re also useful for anyone who wants others to see your face, in situations where shields aren’t allowed.

The clear masks have another benefit over the full face shields, in that your vision isn’t obscured or distorted when you wear them, as it can be when the plastic goes over your eyes as well as your nose and mouth.

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Those venues (such as the airlines) that don’t allow shields as a substitute for a mask may also be hostile toward your see-through mask even though it fits their criteria of fitting under the chin. (This, by the way, is more proof positive that these rules aren’t really about public health but about cutting off communication between people and “muzzling” the population).

You’ll need to pay close attention to the material from which your transparent mask is made. Airline policies usually also specify no material with “holes” or disallow “mesh or lace fabrics.” Clear plastic would presumably be okay, but clear plastic that fits up tightly against your skin is going to cut off your oxygen supply and may be even worse for your skin than a cloth mask. I’ve seen ads for some polyester masks that claim to be both transparent and breathable, but I’ve not had an opportunity to examine one in person.

Certainly if a mask must be worn, a transparent one would be preferable from a psychological standpoint – especially when working with children. Kids need to be able to see faces and facial expressions when they interact.

Ready to operate

Surgical masks are popular with many people. Why not — after all, it’s what doctors wear in the OR so it must be effective, right? Well, yes, at preventing the dissemination of bacteria into the patient’s open wound, which is what they’re designed to do.

They’re also designed to be disposable – docs change them out during long surgeries. Unfortunately, many of the people wearing them as talismans to ward off the evil COVID spirits don’t dispose of them (and when they do, they don’t do it properly) and use them over and over — making them effective at transmitting the very disease they’re supposed to be preventing, along with bacterial infections.

Most likely, the majority of people wearing surgical masks do so because they’re relatively cheap and because they seem as if they would be effective since they’re worn in clinical settings by health care professionals (and never mind that many of those same medical personnel will tell you that masks don’t do much to protect against viruses).

But a crowd of people wearing surgical masks certainly serves the purpose of making it appear that illness is all around us, just waiting to pounce — thus keeping the fear factor high.

The intimidation factor

Speaking of the fear factor, have you noticed that many of those in power who are making these rules, when they appear in masks, wear solid black ones? Senators, governors, even the president: when they’re seen wearing a mask, it’s most often a solid black one.

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When it comes to wearables, black is the color of intimidation. In business, the black “power suit” is intended to induce fear, or at least submission. The black balaclava is worn by both terrorists and SWAT teams to instill fear and gain maximum control over their targets. The infamous black helicopters symbolize government surveillance and oppression. Black projects a sense of authority, control, and importance.

Of course, you’ll see plenty of regular people wearing black masks these days, too. Some might do it because they think it makes their faces look less fat; fashion experts have advised for years that black is the most slimming color. Others may think it looks professional (sorry, but the only mask that looks professional is that blue surgical mask, and only if your profession is surgeon and you’re in the operating room).

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I think most, though, either consciously or subconsciously know that covering your features in black makes you look scary, someone to be reckoned with. And perhaps wanting to look that way is a natural reaction to the feelings of enslavement and subjugation that go with living in a time and place where the government restricts our movements, dictates with whom we can associate (even, in some places, in our own homes), and fines us if we dare to show our smiling faces in public.

If wearing a black mask makes you feel a tiny bit more in control, in a world where we’re rapidly losing it, more power to you.

Mask as high fashion

As I noted above, it seems that many among us have not only accepted the mandate to wear masks, but have embraced it. Now a visit to any mall or other large gathering place (where large gatherings are allowed) will reveal more than a few women (and even some men) who have taken the time and trouble to color coordinate their masks with their outfits, or even make them of the same fabric. At fancy restaurants, you’ll see masks all aglitter with bling — rhinestones and gold threads and lace trim. This winter, we’ll probably see ladies in mink masks, along with their tuxedoed escorts in crisp facial cummerbunds. Hello Kitty Adult Face Mask Dust-Proof Adjustable Cover Masks  Black: Clothing

Teenage girls are turning the mask into a trendy accessory. I’ve seen cartoon character masks, animal face masks, masks with teeth, clown face masks, and many more. Kittens, unicorns, hearts and flowers, stars and planets and constellations: if it can decorate a lunch box or a tee shirt, it can adorn a face mask.

Adults, too, are using masks to advertise their hobbies, interests, favorite celebrities, and more.

A beige mask with cartoon white, red, and rosé wines

Again, I can’t really blame them too much for having fun with it. They’re trying to turn an unpleasant requirement into something that feels a little less heinous. It’s a coping mechanism, and if it helps them feel better, who am I to criticize?

Making a statement

While in some cases wearing a mask of any kind can be construed as a political statement, there are some masks that take that a step further – including masks that serve as a protest against mask mandates.

“This mask is as useless as our governor.”
“Worn under duress”
“Let’s just pretend masks work”
“Placebo” (or “Facebo”)
“I can’t breathe. Literally.”

These and many other statements printed on masks allow us to at least make it clear that we’re wearing a mask only because we’re being forced by government edict to do so.

Of course, this being an election year, you’ll also see “Trump 2020,” “Biden/Harris,” and “Vote Republican (or Democrat)” splashed across people’s faces. Some opt for more subtle solid red or blue masks to indicate their partisan persuasion. U.S. flags, thin blue lines, and “I can’t breathe” masks also proliferate – the latter intended as a reference to the controversial death of George Floyd, but ironically also describing the situation of the mask-wearer.

Multiple and solo masking

While lately I’ve noticed that more and more people seem to be yanking the face coverings off (or at least dropping them below their chins) the second they step through the door exiting the store or other “mask mandated” venue, I’m also still seeing more than a few who have on one mask over another, or a face shield on top of a mask, or who inexplicably are wearing masks as they drive, alone, in their cars with the windows up, or while taking a walk with no one else anywhere within 30 feet of them.

The ones who wear multiple masks in public places where there are a lot of people around I can perhaps explain as someone who is in a highly vulnerable group, with serious underlying medical conditions, or who lives with somebody in that category. The solo maskers, though, have me bewildered.

Okay, maybe if you’re driving from one place where they’re required to another and it’s only a couple-minute drive, maybe it’s too much trouble to take the mask off and put it back on again. Maybe they’re taking very seriously the instructions from the “experts” not to touch their masks or their faces except when absolutely necessary. Maybe they actually like wearing the mask? There are, after all, masochists in this world — I guess we could call these maskochists.

Although I don’t understand them, I don’t have to. In the end, no matter what impression they might make on me with their face covering choice, it doesn’t matter. What they wear on their faces is their own business. I just wish they (and more important, the government) would acknowledge that likewise what I choose to wear or not wear on my face is my own business, too.

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Laughing Matters


No, Virginia (or should it be “no, Karen” these days?), posting a joke about Covid doesn’t make a person a cold, callused, evil son-of-a-witch who doesn’t care about your friend who died with the disease — just as Fred Sanford’s chest-clutching fake heart attack jokes didn’t mean Redd Foxx was a wicked sociopath who was making fun of my daddy’s death from myocardial infarction.

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Laughing in the face of tragedy is a well known and widely used coping mechanism. It’s especially common amongst those who must regularly deal with the darker side of life: cops, doctors, nurses, EMTs and firefighters and others whose work exposes them to death, disease, disaster, pain and human suffering.

An ability to laugh at rough moments can reduce the negative emotions surrounding a stressful event and also create the positive feelings associated with amusement in general. Put together, those two affective swings can enhance a person’s coping powers.

“To the extent you can use humor to change your perspective on things, to see something that is potentially threatening as less threatening, then that allows you to be more efficient in your coping.”


My mom passed away several years ago, with lung cancer. Her last year was difficult, but she never lost her ability to joke about her condition. I remember her half-seriously lamenting the fact that she’d given up smoking a couple of years before (except for occasionally sneaking one in the bathroom when she thought nobody knew) and saying her diagnosis was a relief because she could go back to chain smoking now (she didn’t).

The night she died, we knew the end was near and I, my daughter, and my son and one of his friends were at her house and taking turns staying up with her. She passed away in the wee hours of the morning and I called one of the hospice workers and my aunt. Both came over to be with us and after the funeral home personnel came and took her body, after we’d all had a good cry together, I got out mom’s big box of photographs and we went through them, passing them around and telling the stories that went with the pictures.

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We were all laughing at one of those memories when mom’s neighbor came to the door, knocked once and walked on in, as she’d been doing since Mom got too sick to get up and answer the door. I’ll never forget the shocked look on her face as her eyes went from the empty hospital bed that was set up in the living room to all of us, sitting there laughing. It was one of the most awkward moments of my life, and although we quickly explained what we’d been cracking up about, I felt the judgment in her stare. How dare we appear to be enjoying ourselves when Mom had just died?

I guess some people just aren’t wired to understand, but I knew my mom and I know she would be the first to tell us to recall the good times, the fun times, the funny times, and have a laugh instead of drowning in tears. I had been with her on the occasions of enough other loved ones’ deaths to know that she would do — had done — the same.


There are a ton of jokes about Covid-19 going around on social media right now. And there are a lot of people castigating those who post them and even unfriending those who, via emoji, laugh at them. Are some in poor taste? Yes. Will some be offensive to people who have lost friends and loved ones to the disease? Certainly. Does that mean the people posting them are malevolent and uncaring. No. It means their way of dealing with the major upheaval to all our lives that has come along with this pandemic (and we’ll leave the whys of that to another discussion at another time) is different from yours. And that’s all it means.

There are mean and evil and unkind people in this world, but most people are not that way. Most people are just trying to get through this the best way they can. If you thought enough of them to make them your Facebook “friends,” then maybe you should give them the benefit of the doubt — or else unfriend them.

And on the other side of that equation, if friends you otherwise get along with and care about take umbrage at the funny Covid meme you posted, cut them some slack. Maybe they’re grieving a loss. Maybe they’re terrified for loved ones who have the disease. Maybe they’ve just been diagnosed themselves.

Laughter is frequently the best medicine, but like all medicines, sometimes some people have adverse reactions if the dosage or the timing isn’t right.

Fact is, there are a lot of people who just can’t see the humor in anything right now, especially when it comes to the pandemic. Earlier this year, some governments even passed laws and threatened jail time for anyone who made April Fools Day jokes about Covid-19.


Covid or not, humor is a very subjective thing. What one person finds hilarious, another may think is just dumb and yet another may find incredibly disrespectful and distasteful. I’ve had the experience of seeing another person walk out of a comedy show in disgust while I laughed, and I’ve also been the one leaving as people around me cackled uproariously.

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A shared sense of humor can serve as a powerful bond between two people. I treasure those people in my life who always “get” my witticisms and whose repartee always makes me laugh.

Some even say a shared sense of humor is the key to a good relationship. I wouldn’t go that far. My husband and I find some of the same things funny, but often he dissolves in laughter at jokes that leave me thinking “meh,” and some of the subtle bantering style humor in which I revel doesn’t seem to touch him at all.

But that’s okay. Each of us has many friends with whom we can share those laughs that go over the other’s head. And at the end of the day, as long as I can cry on his shoulder when I need to, as long as he’s there for me when I’m afraid or down in the dumps, as long as we hold the same basic life values and he cares about my kids and the animals I love, he doesn’t have to laugh at all of my jokes. There are other people who’ll do that. He might not always make me laugh, but he knows how to make me smile.

Luckily, some scientific studies agree with me. According to Psychology Today:

For long-term relationships, such as in marriages, couples generally share a similar sense of humor — although similarities in sense of humor are not associated with greater marital satisfaction, nor with longer marriages.


The funniest Covid-19 memes and jokes

I think some of the animosity over current Covid jokes stems from not understanding the distinction between laughing with, at, or about someone or something. I laughed with my mom, about her cancer — never at her or it.

It’s when people think you’re making jokes aimed at the people who have Covid that they get upset. Let them know that’s not the case, that you can take seriously the plight of the folks suffering from serious symptoms while still still having a chuckle at the expense of all the “experts” who have been frantically flip-flopping and skewing the numbers and making this whole thing so much worse than it had to be.

Because let’s face it, those are the targets of the jokes, not the Covid victims. And perhaps we’re using that humor to deflect the extreme anger over this that would otherwise be at the forefront of our emotions. Cracking jokes about the inefficacy of the medical advisors’ protocols helps us not to dwell on the horrific impact that incompetency has had on so many lives.

Sometimes we laugh to keep from crying. And sometimes we do both.

Be kind.

Stay strong.
Be smart.
Keep laughing.

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Mask Hysteria

2020: The year they stole the smiles

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Over on yahoo!life, Matt Schneiderman tells us It’s OK to yell at strangers who don’t wear masks. Even more disturbing, a Facebook user in a public post recently equated not wearing a mask to driving drunk and proposed that the legal consequences — i.e. prison — be the same.

Of course, The major fallacy in his analogy is that mask laws presume that everyone who goes out in public has the virus, when in reality only a small percentage of the population has been infected. Even the highest estimates range from 15-20%. We don’t presume that everybody who gets behind the wheel of a car is drunk and arrest everybody who dares to drive “just in case” they might be drunk. And THAT is the accurate analogy for imposing such draconian punishment on those who don’t wear a mask.

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Unfortunately, the social media user mentioned above is not unique in his opinion. We have rapidly moved from public shaming (i.e. bullying) of those who don’t buy into the muzzling of the population to calling for them to be jailed or even killed. Violence against people without masks — even in circumstances where they aren’t violating the local laws (for instance, they meet the medical exceptions criteria or they’re in an area such as outdoors where it isn’t mandated or they’re practicing social distancing) is growing in frequency and degree.

Even the president of the United States has been shamed for not wearing a mask, with many members of the party of tolerance and love decreeing that he deserved to catch the virus and when he did, joyfully proclaiming that they hoped he would die.

The animosity is not one-sided. There have also been violent reactions from those who were ordered to wear a mask or turned away from locations for not having one, or lectured by strangers as to what they “should” be doing. People on both sides of this issue are very, very angry and an already divided country is being further torn asunder over face coverings.

Meanwhile, the “expert” guidance has been less than helpful. Dr. Anthony Fauci, who in March said there was no reason people needed to wear a mask, has now changed his mind (again) and is urging state and local leaders to “be as forceful as possible” on masks. The CDC has also done an about-face and now claims cloth face coverings — which only a couple of months ago were useless to block tiny viruses — are now “a critical tool in the fight against COVID-19.”

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The World Health Organization’s stance in March was:
• If you are healthy, you only need to wear a mask if you are taking care of a person with suspected coronavirus infection.
• Wear a mask if you are coughing or sneezing

In June, WHO reversed that position and got with the political program aimed at symbolically “shutting our mouths” and silencing our questions and criticisms of the handling of the pandemic response. And it just gets worse and worse. Now most states either have governor-issued edicts requiring the wearing of masks in public places (some even outdoors) or allow local tyrants officials to force mask mandates on businesses and/or individuals.

Yet if we look back at the studies and medical literature written before Covid became a political issue and masks became a religious symbol, we find little to no evidence that mask-wearing protects against viruses, as I’ve discussed in previous blog posts.

But this post isn’t really about that. It’s not even (only) about the mask mandates. It’s about the way our “leaders” (rulers) have used the specter of the pandemic to suck so much of the joy, spontaneity, and even love out of our lives.

I’ve never been a big fan of “shopping” — the frenetic hunt for the perfect something on which to spend money, which seemed to be a favorite pastime of many women I knew. But I did enjoy occasionally just walking around in the malls, people-watching, window-shopping, soaking in the energy of the crowds and the festive atmosphere, especially at holiday time.

Now I hate going to a store. Instead of a throng of smiling, laughing faces, all you see are eyes – many of them frightened and darting, many of them visibly angry, and maybe worst of all, many of them eerily blank – above the masks.

Their mouths are covered so it’s hard for them to speak or to hear/understand the words of other mask-wearers, so most don’t even attempt to say “hello” or strike up an impromptu conversation with a stranger anymore. After all, you’re not allowed to get close enough for that, anyway. Their noses are covered, so it’s hard to breathe, and many are focused on struggling to get enough air or unable to focus on anything since they’re too light-headed from the oxygen deprivation.

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I can’t imagine how different Christmas will be this year in public venues. Can’t have little kids sitting on Santa’s lap for photos: they might catch or transmit the virus. And with so many little ones already a little scared of a big old man with a white beard, just think about how much more scary he’ll look to them in a mask. Which doesn’t work with a full beard, anyway.

Perhaps more people will just stay home with their families to celebrate the holidays this year, and maybe that will be a good thing. Or maybe not. As every cop knows, the holidays are a prime time for an increase in domestic disturbance calls, and one of the reasons is families cooped up together with relatives with whom they don’t see eye to eye.

Let’s face it: many of us have had a little too much familial togetherness this year already. I wonder how many marriages have suffered or even broken up because of the pressures of being in the same house with the same person 24/7 for months on end.

I guess it’s a testament to the strength of our relationship that my husband and I only get irritable and snappy every now and then. But then, we’re used to both of us working from home and neither of us going much of anywhere all week, sometimes for a couple of weeks in a row. I have a feeling that some of those couples who were used to going off to their separate workplaces five days a week and pursuing their separate weekend interests may not be faring quite as well. And what about all the poor kids who are caught in the middle?

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I think the majority of married people, particularly those who are introverts by nature, need some alone time now and then. We used to accomplish that via Tom’s forays to the horse races and my solo cruises and occasional lunches with friends or relatives. Now we go almost nowhere other than out to eat on the weekend, together. And while I love that time we spend in each other’s company and count it as one of the silver linings of the Covid Cloud under which we live, the everyday all-day togetherness sometimes creeps up on us and we find ourselves criticizing or reacting to the other over small and silly things.

I guess the flip side is that this crazy year of near-isolation has brought us closer, I think. We’re both quicker to recognize that our irritability is really about our own frustration, not the other person’s fault, and we’re quicker to apologize and let it go than we used to be. So there’s that.

They say that which doesn’t kill you makes you stronger and the petty tyrants who are suddenly in control of so many aspects of our lives have thus far left us alive. And where there’s life, there’s hope. So we have built on that hope, creating an environment in which it is at least pleasant to “cocoon” for however long we have to.

Since we can’t sail off to Caribbean resorts, we’ve turned our own backyard into our private resort with the money we’ve saved not traveling. Since most of the restaurants in the area require you to don the mask on the walk from door to table (one of the genuinely most ridiculous rules of the many examples of Covidiocy that abound this year), we’ve pledged our loyalty and our money to the one that doesn’t and now enjoy the status of “regulars” who are greeted with big unmasked smiles when we walk in the door.

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As we work our way through the stages of grief over all the loss this year has brought, from denial to anger to depression, I think maybe unlike the process that follows the death of a loved one, this peculiar exercise in coping with the formerly unthinkable may culminate in a different end game. Or maybe it’s just a matter of semantics.

Acceptance doesn’t have to mean giving up. It doesn’t have to mean giving in to this “new abnormal” and embracing it as the way things have to be. To accept also means to receive, to attain, to tackle, to affirm, to undertake a transformation. In this case, a transformation of self not into a sheepish, compliant, beaten and broken slave to the system but into a stronger, bolder, more self-reliant and more powerful person.

Adversity can work either way: it can be the wedge that drives people apart or it can be the glue that holds them together and gives them common purpose and drive – as a couple, as a community, as a country, as a political movement. I think we’re seeing that begin to happen.

And in defiance of the ones who tried and are trying so hard to steal our happiness, we can and do find new reasons and new ways to recapture the joy. We are speaking up. We are standing up – refusing to kneel before their false idols and refusing to worship at the altar of their new religion. We’re ripping off the masks and showing our faces proudly. We are reclaiming our smiles.

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Twenty-first Century Talisman for a Scared Society

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Tom and I were talking this morning about the mask phenomenon, as we often do. He said something that he intended to be dismissive, I think, but it hit me like an epiphany when he observed that “It’s like a rabbit’s foot.”

Yes. Yes, it is. That’s exactly what it’s like. It’s an object that some people have imbued with magical protective powers, that brings them comfort and gives them hope and soothes their fears — even though it doesn’t really do much of anything to protect them from the virus.

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But a lot of people still carry around a rabbit foot, too — although not nearly as many as did when I was younger. Others carry a lucky coin, or wear a special amulet or necklace or ring, or hang a horseshoe over their doors to ward off evil spirits and bring good fortune.

In fact, most cultures have had their good luck charms. In Italy, the horn known as the “cornicello” is a traditional talisman. In Sweden it’s a carved Dala or Dalecarlian horse. Elephants are a symbol for good luck are common all over Asia, but they are especially prominent in India and Thailand. In England, carrying an acorn in your pocket is supposed to protect against illness. And of course we’re all familiar with the four-leaf clover to which the Irish attribute good fortune.

So it’s really not so strange that so many have glommed onto the mask now in spite of increasing evidence that its efficacy is suspect, at best — not as the political symbol that it represents to others but as a totem that will confer a force field against Covid-19 around them and their loved ones.

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And just as the superstitious gambler will absolutely insist that he loses or wins based on whether he’s wearing red or has a badger’s tooth in his pocket, those who have subscribed to faith in the mask truly believe that they’re saving their own and others’ lives by wearing it, and if they don’t, something bad will happen.

Belief in magic is something we all succumb to now and then; it seems to be a propensity that’s hard-wired into the human condition, affecting some people more than others.

The appetite for such beliefs appears to be rooted in the circuitry of the brain, and for good reason. The sense of having special powers buoys people in threatening situations, and helps soothe everyday fears and ward off mental distress.

Do You Believe in Magic? New York Times

Magical thinking is much more common than most people think. No matter how rational and logical you are, you probably engage in it now and then. When I travel(ed), especially on a plane, I always wear the same necklace, a pendant with a picture of my beloved cat, Bobble, with her angel wings. Do I know, intellectually, that it doesn’t keep the plane from going down? Of course. But hey — not once have I been in a plane crash while wearing that necklace so it must work, right?

The problem isn’t that ordinary people are donning their “good luck” masks in a time of fear and uncertainty. It might be surprisingly if they didn’t. The problem is that governments around the world have, for various reasons, decided to make doing so a mandate.

That is not really surprising, either, to anyone with more than a passing interest in history. This human susceptibility has been exploited throughout time by those with nefarious intent, ranging from lowly con men to powerful kings.

After all:

” … certain forms of social compliance and obedience to authority historically evolved from magical practices of mind control and are still powered by the implicit belief in magic.”

The Belief in Magic in the Age of Science – Sage Publishing

The above-referenced paper is a long but fascinating read, and it sheds light on much of the mystery surrounding the whole Covid “crisis.” Over and over, when I’ve discussed both the governmental reaction and willingness of otherwise intelligent people to go along with it and even embrace and defend it, there has been an aura of bewilderment. “How did this happen?”

The SagePub article addresses not just the idea of attributing magical powers to objects (such as the mask) but also the attribution of magical abilities to people — such as Dr. Fauci and the other “experts” whose words are taken as gospel even when their advice and opinions regularly make 180° turns.

“The psychological structure of the modern belief in some
people’s special abilities cannot be properly understood
unless we have a brief look at historical roots of this belief.
In traditional societies, people believe that some individuals
have special powers; these individuals can speak with the
Gods and spirits …

“As the belief in magical forces in traditional societies is so
strong, people view the orders coming from their leaders as
imperatives that are sanctioned by spirits, and the issues of
resisting these orders or critically analyzing if these orders
are true or false rarely arise.”

Frazer, 1890/1959; Lévy-Brühl, 1923/1966; 1926/1985

So when we look at this from a human psychology point of view, it starts to make (a crazy kind of) sense. There’s even a name for this “condition”: Belief-in-Magic-based social compliance (BMSC for short). Here’s what the article has to say about it:

It is well known that reasoning, perception, and other cognitive functions can be affected by emotional attitudes (Forgas, 2002; Gasper, 2004). However, the characteristic feature of BMSC that distinguishes it from other “emotionally driven” responses is that while affecting participants’ actions, subconscious magical beliefs do not affect participants’ critical reasoning capacities. As a result, an individual who exhibits BMSC must display a word/action dissociation of the following type:

(a) Individuals are conscious that the suggested idea is wrong and/or has no personal benefit to them, but (b) they act as if they believed that the suggested idea is true.

Applying this to our current situation, then, we come upon the people who claim to “believe in science” but who reject all of the scientific literature and even the previous statements of their esteemed leaders that came prior to Covid becoming a political issue showing masks to have little or no value in protecting against virus transmission. When asked why all those previous studies were wrong and the new dogma proclaiming masks as the miracle preventative, they flounder, and frequently just get angry and accuse you of “not believing in science.”

But why is it that some of us seem to have been immune to the delusion from the beginning, others bought into it at first but then lose the rose-colored glasses and see through the scam after a while, and still others continue to cling to the mask hysteria for dear life?

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I have no idea whether there is a connection here, but I find it interesting that some people (estimated 25% of the population) can be hypnotized easily and others can’t be put into a trance even when they try hard to let it happen. As you might guess, I’m in the latter group. Several times in my life I’ve volunteered to be the subject of hypnosis, but for whatever reasons, I can’t go under. Some scientists say the brains of people like me are physiologically different from those of folks who can fall under the hypnotist’s spell.

Other researchers have found correlations between hypnotizeability and certain personality traits.

In everyday life, says Dr. Spiegel, high hypnotisable people are notably different than their less hynotisable peers.

‘They get side-tracked by sunsets and lost in movies; they tend to show up three hours late for things because they lost track of time.’

By contrast, those who are resistant to hypnosis tend to be more judgmental, fastidious in their habits and less trusting of people.

Scientists discover why some people just can’t be hypnotised – Daily Mail

I can’t deny that the last paragraph sounds a lot like me. And although they didn’t say it in so many words, my guess is that most of us in the “can’t hypnotize” category would also be described as control freaks. It makes sense that if you’re less trusting of people, you’re less likely to allow someone – especially a stranger or mere acquaintance – to “put you to sleep.”

Maybe that explains why I wouldn’t or couldn’t believe the “experts” when they changed their minds and told us all to wear the mask. Or maybe it doesn’t.

Because you know, I do believe in magic. Just not the magic of masks and medical “experts” and politicians. I believe in the magic of love and the way it can transform a life. The magical healing power of nature. The magical bond between a human and an animal. And, of course, the magic of my “Bobble necklace,” that has kept me safe on so many trips to so many lands.

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Trust Issues


Of all my COVID commentaries, this one has been the hardest (thus far) to write. I started it more than a month ago and it’s been sitting in my Drafts folder, abandoned while I wrote about other, easier topics. I’ve come back to it from time to time to add a thought or expand on an idea, but bringing it all together was difficult.

I try to stay objective but this one is personal. It’s the part of this whole fiasco that has impacted me most — and I believe, though many may not yet realize it, it’s the one thing that will have the most lasting detrimental effect on all of us. More than the loss of jobs and money, more than the loss of precious time to do the things we love doing, even more than the loss of friends and family relationships due to the disagreements over it all (though closely related to that), the thing we’ve lost that will be hardest to get back and that we’ll miss the most is trust.

When I was in high school, I discovered and fell in love with Kris Kristofferson’s music and especially his gift for lyrics. I also loved the songs that he sang with his then-wife, Rita Coolidge, who had one of the most beautiful voices I’ve ever heard. Around 1980, when he was going through a divorce from Rita, he wrote a song called “Nobody Loves Anybody Anymore.” It was one of the saddest songs I’d ever known, full of matter-of-fact finality and hopelessness.

If there were to be an anthem for our current COVID situation, I think it should be “Nobody Trusts Anybody Anymore,” sung to the same tune. I hear it in my head every day now.

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Trust issues: Most of us have had them at one time or another. It’s an unavoidable hazard of living on this earth with other human beings; sooner or later, one or more of them will betray you. We want to believe that the people with whom we deal are always honest, that their intentions are always pure, that they know what they’re doing and they would never lead us astray. But unless you’re very young or very naive, you know that’s just not the way it works.

“Trusting is hard. Knowing who to trust, even harder.”

Maria V. Snyder

Betrayal always hurts. But when you’re betrayed by almost everything and almost everyone all at the same time, that goes beyond pain and gets into devastation territory. The COVID crisis has stolen away our trust on so many fronts.

  • It’s not just that we’ve learned we can’t trust our governments, even (maybe especially) those at the local level; many of us already knew that.
  • It’s not just that we lost trust in the “experts” — many of us already knew or suspected that most of them are really just “winging” it and/or offer their opinions for sale to the highest bidder.
  • It’s not just that we lost trust in the media; most of us realized long ago that objectivity in journalism – if it ever existed at all – died a painful death on the floor of the 2000 election, smothered in hanging chads.
  • It’s not just that we found ourselves losing trust in the medical system and those who are supposed to “first do no harm.” We’ve known for a while that many are incompetent, others are overworked and burned out, and a few are downright malevolent.

The trust that has been lost over the last few months extends far farther than just those people and institutions directly involved in directing the official COVID response and manipulating our own responses to it.

This crisis that seemingly the entire global governmental apparatus found too compelling to let go to waste has damaged or, for some, decimated trust in almost everything in which we once believed.

It certainly destroyed our trust in strangers. The guy we pass on our walk down the street, the lady coming up the aisle in the grocery store – they went from being people we might have smiled at, maybe even stopped and said a few pleasant words, or perhaps not even really noticed at all if we were caught up in our thoughts, to potential threats – possible carriers of a disease we were told was deadly.

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We now have to cross the street or quickly swerve down a different aisle to avoid them. We can’t get close – not just because of fear but because of government mandate. Did you ever dream that, in the United States of America, we would be under orders with the force of law to stay six feet away from other people?

Now, with further edicts requiring us all to cover our faces in public, it’s even worse, of course. We look to facial expressions to help us evaluate whether someone is friend or foe, open to our friendly gestures or not. The mask obscures all that, makes them all faceless zombies, hides whether they’re happy, sad, or mad — although these days it’s a pretty good guess that most are the latter two.

The mask also makes it difficult to speak and hard, especially for those of us who have auditory issues and always did a little lip-reading, to hear what’s being said. So we stay silent, do our business and get away as quickly as possible. New friendships that might have been formed aren’t. But hey, we (maybe, probably) escaped in time to keep from acquiring the “deadly virus.” And that’s all that matters anymore, right?

If this whole thing had only made us more wary of strangers, maybe that wouldn’t be so bad. At least serial killers and con men/women would have more trouble luring victims in. But it doesn’t stop there. The fear-mongering has many people now terrified to even interact with their friends and family members.

I see heartbreaking stories all the time from folks who haven’t seen their own kids or their elderly parents in months – people who are used to enjoying and whose emotional well-being depends on their close family ties – because of fears literally pounded into them by the media headlines:

18 family members test positive after birthday party!
Coronavirus outbreaks traced to parties and family gatherings

Then there are those who are afraid to go to church, for many their main source of comfort and socialization, even now that our rulers have so generously allowed us to open them back up. Again, those doomsday headlines:

Church linked to Oregon’s latest cornavirus outbreak!
High SARS-CoV-2 Attack Rate Following Exposure at a Choir Practice!
COVID-19 Outbreak Reported at Church Scrutinized For Violating Health Order

And so officials — oh, so concerned about our health — crack down again, take away our families, take away our religious sanctuaries, put us back into isolation, all the better to break our spirits and as an extra added bonus, weaken our immune systems so we’ll be more susceptible to this and other diseases and when we get sick, they can crow, “we told you so.”

All over the country, amidst reports of “surges and spikes” that are according to many within the system based on skewed numbers that count anything and everything as COVID and then counts that same COVID case as a new one every time that person is tested, governors are rescinding the small freedoms they had granted us last month and shutting things down again, as if in some carefully coordinated dance being choreographed by … whom? Or what?

The government giveth and the government taketh away. Blessed be the name of the government.

But governments have always sought more and more power; it’s the nature of the beast. This is no surprise. The surprise – to me – is that so many ordinary people are buying into it, obediently donning the muzzle, subserviently staying away from those they love, putting the illusion of safety above not only freedom but above family and friendship – above love – and excoriating anyone else who doesn’t want to do the same.

Someone commented on Facebook that most of those “whining about the masks” “seem to be Texans.” He meant that as a snide remark, but I guess maybe it’s true. Because we Texans, at least the true Texans who were raised from birth to embody the independent and self-sufficient — and fearless — philosophical foundation on which our state was built (Remember the Alamo!) will not go quietly into that dark night of state oppression and tyranny.

Even when the governor we once admired and trusted and believed to be on our side betrays us. Even when the people we thought were good friends turn against us. Even when some of our own family members fall into the pit of fear and want nothing to do with us.

It’s hard to know who to trust these days. Many people’s words say one thing and their actions say something different. There are those who want to be on the side of freedom but their fear just won’t let them. That’s frustrating but forgivable. And then there are those who want you to think they’re on the side of freedom but they’re really not. That’s reprehensible.

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During this “situation,” my trust has been shattered over and over. One thing I know about trust is that it’s hard to attain and it can be lost in the blink of an eye. One betrayal negates all the faith that was slowly and painstakingly built up. One lie puts all the truths under suspicion. We have either been lied to time after time or those “experts” have proven they know absolutely nothing — or more likely, both.

Should we really wonder why conspiracy theories are flying left and right (and from both the left and the right)? Should we be surprised that a large percentage of people say they would refuse a COVID vaccine if one were available? Does it come as a shock that violence against strangers, as well as domestic violence toward family members, are on the rise?

Without trust, people don’t feel safe. And when people don’t feel safe, they lash out at others, often blindly and randomly. It’s almost as if this is all an orchestrated effort to turn us all against each other — not just white against black, not just Democrats against Republicans, not just states and countries against each other, but also loved ones against loved ones, destroying our last and best source of safety and comfort and inner peace.

But that’s probably just another conspiracy theory.

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Fear, Faith, and Forgiveness


Since COVID-19 went viral and the world descended into the madness of COVIDiocy, I’ve written a lot about fear and the role it has played in this global fiasco. I even wrote an entire blog post about it.

I’ve also written about how I watched phobias – unreasonable fears – take over my mother’s life and gradually suck the enjoyment of life out of her, and about how I avoided following in her footsteps letting my own fears control me because of my dad and his virtual fearlessness. So I’m not going to repeat those details here.

But today I do want to talk a little about the relationship between fear and faith, and my theory about the reasons (and there are multiple reasons) that so many today are so afraid of a virus that has a 99.5% recovery rate and for a vast number of people causes no symptoms at all.

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I don’t often get into the topic of religious beliefs and most of the time I keep my own to myself. Politics, money, and God are the top three hot buttons that are sure to start an argument, hurt someone’s feelings, or make somebody uncomfortable every time.

If this topic makes you uncomfortable, feel free to stop reading right here.

These days, politics permeates every conversation, money makes the world go ’round (and even a global pandemic quickly turns into a money-making opportunity), and for many, God is little more than the third part of an acronymized Internet expletive preceded by “Oh, my.”

I have found it interesting, throughout this pandemic, that most of my friends and acquaintances who exhibit the most fear of the virus are relatively young (20s, 30s, 40s), while most of those I see opposing lockdowns and mask mandates and going about their own lives without fear tend to be older (50s and above).

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I’ve noted before that in the stores where masks aren’t mandatory, my observation is that most of the unmasked tend to be either teenagers or old people. The teens can be explained by the natural risk-taking and illusion of immortality of youth, as well as the fact that statistically, the virus poses very little threat to them.

But what about the old folks? We’re the ones who, according to all the dire warnings from the “experts” and media, are most at risk of dying from COVID. Yet we as a whole seem to be a lot less fearful about it than our kids’ generation. Are we just senile and stupid? I don’t think so.

Of course this generality doesn’t apply to all individuals; there are plenty of old people who are terrified of the disease and 30somethings who aren’t. It’s just a trend. And there are a lot of different factors at work here, no doubt. Those who are adventurous by nature are less likely to succumb to the fear-mongering headlines. And those who are in poor health are more likely to be afraid, as they should be.

But I think when you look more deeply into the demographics, you just might find that a high percentage of the people (of all ages) who have strong religious beliefs are a bit less bothered about the slight possibility of dying from this (or anything else) than those who don’t. And that makes sense.

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If you believe this life is all there is, and after that comes nothingness, then of course you want to take every precaution possible to preserve it, even if that means sacrificing quality of life for quantity. If you believe there is something more beyond the pale – whether that’s heaven or reincarnation – you’re going to be more inclined to “let go and let God,” and not worry so much about all the viruses and bacteria and other things lurking out there in the world that could kill you on any given day, but probably won’t.

We all know everything can be taken to an unhealthy extreme, and there are some whose religion leads them to refuse medical help even when they’re dying and could easily be saved by the proper treatment. That’s not what I’m talking about here. I’m talking about the role of faith in soothing unnecessary and unreasonable “what if” worries about things that haven’t happened and statistically aren’t really very likely to.

Just as religious extremism is harmful instead of helpful, so is the extreme quasi-religious fervor with which so many people have embraced the opinions of “experts” and political “leaders,” giving their advice and edicts a cloak of infallibility akin to worship of words handed down from on high.

And like religious extremists throughout time, they’re consumed by a special kind of hatred for anyone who denies the holiness of their deities. Those who question the Supreme Expert Beings or refuse to wear the mask of submission must be punished, rebuked, shamed, and death wished upon their houses.

Faith is a funny thing. It can be used as a vehicle of love, kindness, goodness, and light — or it can become a motivation for the most heinous of crimes and the most egregious violations of rights. That’s nothing new. It’s been going on since the beginning of time.

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I think this clash of faiths – the spiritual one and the secular one – is the source of so much of the anger and hatred that we’re seeing as the population divides into two distinct camps in relation to the COVID virus and how to react to it.

But anger and hatred never won anyone over to a different point of view. If anything, it makes us (on both sides) dig in harder, close our minds, and justify our own beliefs.

There’s little doubt that there are people in positions of power and influence who are exploiting this epidemic for their own political and personal purposes. However, I think the major of the people with whom most of us are arguing are neither malevolent nor profiteers, but are driven by genuine fear.

Ridiculing those fears, even if we think they’re invalid, won’t change their minds or make them any less fearful. Trying to push our faith on them if they don’t want it likewise doesn’t help and can hurt our cause. So what should we do?

For me, the answer is forgiveness. When people say nasty things about me, I try to recognize that those words come from a place of fear and pain, and I forgive them. Remember that forgiving doesn’t mean you agree with them or condone what they say or do. It doesn’t mean you’re obligated to keep them in your life if they’re damaging to your peace of mind.

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Forgiveness means you choose not to hate them for the hurt and harm they’ve caused you. It means you can let them go with love, untie the ties that brought and bound you together and watch them gently drift away from you and out of your realm of awareness instead of ending the friendship in a storm of animosity and attempting to sink their vessel that may already be barely staying afloat.

Forgiveness doesn’t mean letting people walk all over you or trusting them after they’ve betrayed you. It doesn’t mean you forego the right to protect yourself and your family from harm. Forgiveness isn’t the mark of a wimp; it takes courage and confidence — and yes, faith — to forgive.

My faith is all about forgiveness. And forgiveness is all about faith. Faith not in the person you’re forgiving, but faith in the future of humanity. Faith in the belief that in the end, goodness will prevail over evil and that as long as there’s life, it’s never too late for salvation.

Because I’m far from perfect, myself. I still get mad. I slip and I think things and say things I shouldn’t. Things that aren’t kind. Things that aren’t necessary. Things that are rooted in emotion rather than logic. Things that come from a desire for retaliation instead of a spirit of helpfulness.

I try to be pragmatic and objective and base my opinions on reason but I’m not an automaton. I’m a human being and so I sometimes let my feelings – including my fears -get in the way. And for that, I too need forgiveness.

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Mantra of the MIsguided: The New Abnormal


Pet peeve: the phrase “new normal” when applied to the current locked down, fear-fueled situation.

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There are a number of buzz phrases, repeated over and over on social media, on public service commercials, in product ads, and in government propaganda, that have gained prominence during the COVID crisis. I hate most of them:

Safe at home – which disregards the fact that for victims of the mostly-hidden crimes of domestic violence and child abuse, home is not a safe place.

Stay home and save lives – which is an attempt to guilt you into believing that if you don’t stay locked down, you’re killing people. But where is the evidence of that? It presumes a) that you’re infected, b) that if you leave your home, you’ll automatically infect other people, and c) that those you infect will die — even though this virus has a 99% recovery rate. And more important, what about the lives that are being lost to the lockdowns themselves, that have nothing to do with COVIDthe suicides, stress-related illnesses, untreated unrelated medical conditions, and those aforementioned victims of domestic violence and child abuse?

Social distancing – there’s nothing social about it. It should be called anti-social distancing, as it has created an atmosphere in which people are terrified of every human being who comes near them.

We’re all in this together – which implies a) that we’re all making equal sacrifices, which is completely untrue, and b) that we are or should be all in agreement about how this is being handled, which is ridiculous given the sharp divide in public sentiment and the animosity between the two camps.

Safety first – which, if actually practiced, would mean never taking any kind of risk again. In real life, safety isn’t, can’t be, and shouldn’t be “first.” It must be balanced with quality of life because in order to live a perfectly safe life, you can’t really live at all.

I don’t deny that mantras serve a purpose. For those with an agenda, they’re used as a subtle form of subliminal seduction — or brainwashing, if you want to be more blunt about it — designed to make people feel virtuous about blindly following the rules. That’s a subversion of their original intent.

Mantras have traditionally been used in meditation to focus the mind inward, to soothe and calm and remove the distractions of the outside world. The word comes from Sanskrit: man = mind, tra = vehicle. A mantra can move your mind in a particular direction.

The good news is that we can choose our own mantras, and thus the direction in which we want our minds to go. If you need a slogan to repeat, how about these:

We have nothing to fear but fear itself.
Keep calm and carry on.
If you’re going through hell, keep going.
Dawn comes after the darkness.
A life lived in fear is a life half lived.

Those are some of my favorites. You can find more inspirational and motivational quotes all over the web, that are far more inspiring than the COVID quotes.


While I intensely dislike the COVID quotes listed above, my absolute least favorite is the repulsive idea that we must all now accept and learn to live with “the new normal.”

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I refuse to accept that this absurd real-life episode of Black Mirror in which I find myself today is any kind of “normal.” It’s a temporary anomaly and one way or the other, it will end. That doesn’t necessarily mean we’ll completely go back to the “old normal” — which in some ways is a good thing and in other ways isn’t.

I acknowledge that there will indeed be a new and different way of doing some things, but this — entire states and nations still under house arrest, governments ramping up to track the movements of their citizens, requirements to wear mostly-useless masks in public venues, even outdoors, serious discussion of forced vaccinations and/or “immunity passports” required to go to work or even enter a store or restaurant — is not it.

Some parts of our lives are probably going to be changed forever. I’m afraid that cruising as we once knew it is over, just as flying as we knew it pre-9/11 is gone for good. Again, that’s both good and bad.

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If cruise lines do away with self-serve buffets and switch to a cafeteria style serving model where people can’t grab the rolls out of the bin with their hands or use their finger to get the sticky mashed potatoes off the community serving spoon and onto their plates, I’m all for it. If they do away with those self-service soft-serve machines where the kids make huge messes and smear ice cream all over the place, that’s a win.

I can live with having my temperature taken in the terminal before boarding (although I do have to question whether temperatures will register at all accurately in those circumstances). I’m willing to sign a waiver absolving the cruise of liability if I catch COVID-19 on the ship. Personally, I wouldn’t even care if the public pools and hot tubs were taken away; I never use them. And I wouldn’t be thrilled to see the gyms and spas and hair salons shut down but those wouldn’t be deal breakers for me. They would for some of my fellow cruisers, though.

On the other hand, if they start doing blood or nasal swab testing of all passengers in the terminal or requiring people over 70 to bring a doctor’s note to cruise (which is age discrimination; I know 70+ year olds who are far healthier than some of the 40 year olds I’ve met), that’s going to slow boarding way down and raise the cost of cruising for, in my opinion, dubious benefit.


If food in the dining room had to be served in cardboard boxes with one-time-use plastic spoons, if we were all forced to wear masks in public areas of the ships, if theater shows, deck parties, and other high-density activities are all cancelled, if we have to spend each cruise worrying about whether we’ll be denied reboarding the ship in port if our temperature reads high after spending a day in the Caribbean sun, if we’re required to present proof of vaccination to cruise at all — these are deal breakers for me. I think they will be for a lot of formerly-avid cruisers.

Cruising is only one of the many areas of our lives that are likely to be impacted for years, maybe decades to come by this fiasco.

I think/hope the time we spent in government imposed confinement will make some people stop and think about the freedoms we had and how it feels to live under a true oppressive regime, and perhaps changes some political views. That would be a good thing. I also think/hope that the time spent together may revive some marriages and make some families stronger – even as it tears others apart.

But I also fear that the distrust and fear of strangers, neighbors, even family and close friends who don’t live with us that’s been instilled by this “keep your distance!” brainwashing campaign is going to become hard coded if it goes on too long and it’s going to be difficult to deprogram.

I think we are going to be a less outgoing, more isolated and more paranoid society for at least some time to come even after the official restrictions are lifted. I despise the ease with which people have been convinced to turn against each other, to “tattle” on others who are doing innocuous and harmless things like taking a drive in their cars or spending an hour in the park nowhere close to anyone else because “it’s against the rules” and the (lack of) logic of those rules be damned.

I’d like to think that having this shared common enemy (the virus) will bring formerly divided groups together but I’m seeing the opposite. We seem to be more divided than ever, as individual and in the U.S. as states. That’s sad. But through the Internet, the virus issues have also revealed to us who in our circles are strong and who are weak, who are optimistic (mostly) and who are doomsayers, who panics and who doesn’t, who thinks and acts based on emotion and who insists on logic, with whom we want to be in the bunker and with whom we definitely don’t. And that knowledge, while it may cause some pain, is invaluable as we head into an unknown future where an as yet unknown new normal will prevail.

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Battle Fatigue: the second wave of government oppression

COPYRIGHT 2020 Debra Littlejohn Shinder

The past three months have been tough on almost everybody. Well, maybe not Bill Gates, Elon Musk, and a handful of other billionaires, whose net worth has increased substantially, or Tony Fauci and other public health “experts,” who are having their time in the limelight — but for most “regular people,” these have not been the best months of our lives.

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We’ve been told we’re “at war” with an enemy too small to see, a virus that we’re constantly reminded is novel, and thus nobody really knows how to fight it. I generally despise the “war” analogy (look at how well the war on drugs and war on poverty worked out), but I have to admit it has at times felt like a continuous battle — a battle against fear and fear-mongering, against the endless streams of misinformation, against people who have taken advantage of a health issue to further their own agendas and turn neighbors, friends, and family members against one another, and the “leaders” who have seized the opportunity to impose more and more restrictions on our lives.

After having created months of economic shutdown (and personal and national economic devastation), rising rates of suicide, domestic violence, child abuse, and stress-related illnesses and behaviors, governments rightly realized (helped along by the protests, violence, and growing disgruntlement of their constituencies) that they couldn’t keep an entire population under house arrest for much longer. They started opening things up again. Then, when the expected happened — rising numbers of “cases” — they seized that excuse to exert their power again, this time by requiring everyone to wear masks everywhere or almost everywhere they go in public.

Never mind that as the number of infections rose (which is normal when a quarantine is lifted), the death rate plummeted down, down, down and continues to do so. Never mind that large numbers of infections with mild or no symptoms is a good thing, that that’s the way herd immunity happens. Never mind that their hysterical cries of “rising numbers” and “spikes in positives,” gleefully repeated by the media, are just an example of lies, damn lies, and statistics.

“Oh, but, oh, but, oh, but!!!,” they retort, “Hospitalizations are up, too!!! THAT PROVES we’re having a dangerous second wave!!” (They like to use capital letters and lots of scary exclamation points). Actually, it doesn’t. Here’s why: just as they count anyone who died with, not necessarily from COVID as a COVID death, they count anyone who’s hospitalized with COVID, not necessarily because of COVID, as a COVID hospitalization.

Now, during the lockdown, no one was allowed to be admitted to the hospital unless they had COVID or a life-threatening condition. So now that things are opening up, all those people getting their knee replacements or benign cyst removals or back surgeries or other so-called “elective” treatments are being admitted to the hospital again.

And what’s the first thing they do to them? Test them for COVID. So all those people out there with no symptoms or mild symptoms who didn’t know they had COVID and went into the hospital for something else are now “COVID hospitalizations.” So of course hospitalizations are up.

But never mind any of that. Our fearful leaders had made up their collective mind: it was time to impose another layer of dictatorial control by blotting out our faces and individuality with useless mandatory face coverings. Some states and cities and counties created laws directly forcing this on their citizens. Others, in a particularly cowardly manner and as a way to slip through loopholes that prevented them from going after the customers directly, instead made laws that force businesses to force their customers to wear the masks of subjugation.

They have implemented a de facto second lockdown. They just aren’t calling it that. And just like the city council that says “oh, we didn’t raise your tax rate” while cheering on the appraisal district that raises your valuation sky high so the city can rake in all that extra money, they can deny responsibility. They won’t tell you that you can’t go anywhere; they’re just going to make going anywhere so heinous (a mask on your face in 100° weather? The fear that the government is tracking you everywhere you go?) that everyone will just “choose” to stay home. 

And they can and will innocently shrug their shoulders and proclaim “we care about your freedom” and “we’ve opened back up” and of course that old standby of moms and nanny states: “we’re doing this for your own good.” Meanwhile, businesses suffer again. Individuals suffer AGAIN. Freedom suffers, dies, and is buried again.

In a way this second wave of government overreach is worse than the lockdown — during that we could at least go to the grocery store without a stifling, useless piece of cloth dehumanizing us and turning us into “subjects” instead of real human beings with feelings and thoughts and facial expressions and the ability to make decisions for ourselves.

And now I see a lot of people succumbing to battle fatigue. It’s understandable. They’re tired of fighting. They don’t feel as if they have the power to change anything. They don’t agree with the changes being made to our society but they’ve given up on resisting. They’re willing to go along with the program if it promises to allow them to get back to doing what they want to do.

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So they convince themselves that it’s not really that bad, that their fears and worries are paranoid, that all of our concerns are overblown.

Maybe they are.

But maybe they’re not.

Human beings are resilient and adaptable but we aren’t built to live under constant stress from never-ending FUD (fear, uncertainty, and doubt). The fear – whether of the virus or of the government – is paralyzing, and the doubt – in ourselves, in everything we’re told, in the future – is debilitating, but I think it might be the uncertainty that takes the biggest toll on our psyches.

“The true essence of a dictatorship is in fact not its regularity but its unpredictability and caprice; those who live under it must never be able to relax, must never be quite sure if they have followed the rules correctly or not.”

Christopher Hitchens

Most of us have been living under executive branch dictatorships for months now, with governors, mayors, and county judges having suddenly seized control of our lives and they’re enjoying (way too much) more power than they have ever seen before in my lifetime. They’re using and abusing it to their hearts’ content, and it’s we the people who have to live with the consequences.

Some of them have completely ignored their legislative bodies and are making rules that carry the force of law with no accountability. Some have brought the legislators into the process at least in a token fashion, but they seem to hold so much influence over the majority that their edicts get rubber stamped and the few brave law makers who stand up to them end up as helpless and frustrated as the rest of us.

No wonder so many citizens are just giving up. I hear the resignation and despair in their voices and see it in their eyes; I read it between the lines of their words on the printed page or the electronic screen:

“I’ll wear the damn mask even though I don’t believe it does any good. It’s a small price to pay to get to go places.” No, that price might look small but read the fine print; those easy daily installments come with a great big fat balloon payment — the loss of all your freedom — at the end.

“I just want to stay home and turn off the news and not have to think about any of this anymore.” And so, you let them win. Game over. Welcome to socialism. Next up: full-court, all-out communism. Think that’s ridiculous? Study history – see how it happened to other countries. Listen to the once-extreme but now mainstream block of the left, to some of the people who have been elected to our U.S. Congress and to numerous local offices. They aren’t pretending anymore. They call themselves Democratic Socialists. They are out to fundamentally change our country and our way of life and they have made no secret of it. Our police officers are under attack, our freedom of movement and choice are gone, and our nation is unrecognizable compared to six months ago. I don’t want to think about that, either — but if we hide our heads in the sand, we’ll suffocate.

“Maybe it’s not really as bad as it seems.” I hope you’re right. I fear you’re wrong. That why I can’t be a ostrich, as attractive as that prospect might be.

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But if we can’t (and shouldn’t) give up and give in, what should we do? What can we do?

Stress eating and gaining twenty pounds isn’t the answer.

Taking our anger and frustration out on our spouse or kids or friends isn’t the answer.

Blasting our elected officials with nasty, out of control rants that only makes them think their actions are justified isn’t the answer.

Agonizing over the situation and letting it suck all the happiness out of our lives isn’t the answer.

Persevere, don’t perseverate.

I’m writing this on Father’s Day, so it seems natural that I ask myself what my dad would do if he were here today. Daddy had strong feelings about things and he never compromised his principles but he stood up for his beliefs without getting angry (99.9% of the time). I haven’t mastered that yet. He was the real life manifestation of serenity, courage, and wisdom. He really did accept what he couldn’t change and changed what he could and he almost always knew the difference.

He was my rock. That rock is the cornerstone of the foundation on which my life is built. That foundation is made of the things that he taught me: stoicism, stubbornness, patience, compassion, confidence, self-discipline, optimistic realism and an overriding faith that listening to my conscious and doing what’s right and standing up for those who are too weak or afraid or unaware to stand up for themselves is the path that leads eventually to a happy ending.

I think if I could have a talk with Daddy today, he’d tell me to stop letting these external factors steal my peace. I think he’d say quit raging against the night. I think he’d want me to light a fire against the darkness — but a carefully tended one that doesn’t flame up and burn out of control. I think he might suggest that I stop talking about the evil and start taking some actions to support the good.

I can’t change other people. I can’t change what Governor Abbott does or doesn’t do. I can’t change what Clay Jenkins and the county commissioners do or don’t do. I can’t change what the Rowlett city council does or doesn’t do. They all have the power right now and I don’t.

But I can vote — at the ballot box and/or with my feet.

I have to live here right now, but I don’t have to do one iota of business in this city and county. I have the time and I have the money for gasoline; I can drive to Rockwall or Plano, or if they do it too I can drive to Greenville, or to wherever I have to — I’ll drive to frakking Oklahoma if I have to, to find a sane and free place to spend my money where I don’t have to cover my face.

It’s never been easy or popular, throughout history, to be on the side of freedom and liberty or to stand up for what’s right. I shouldn’t expect it to be. JFK said “we do these things not because they are easy.” My dad taught me to never take the easy way out.

And I think right now, he’d tell me to do what I can and then stop and take a deep breath and relax and trust in God and karma to do what they do best. It always seemed to work for him.

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Police and the Public: A Marriage That’s Failing

COPYRIGHT 2020 Debra Littlejohn Shinder

I guess one of the key ways in which I’m showing my age is that I can remember when the police and most of the public had a good relationship. The good guys (and girls) of all colors who made up the majority of the citizenry and the men and women in blue who protected and served them had a pretty good relationship. For the most part, we trusted one another — at least in the small towns where I lived and worked.

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That was true in almost all of the neighborhoods, regardless of predominant skin color. Each neighborhood had its troublemakers. Some of them were white, some were black, some were Hispanic or “other.” They didn’t get along with the cops so well, And as with any close relationship, it wasn’t perfect. There were grumbles that “some animals were more equal than others,” but that usually pertained to friends of cops and family members of elected local officials getting warnings instead of tickets for traffic violations.

I’m not naïve. I know that even back then, things were different in the big cities, different in different parts of the country, different from town to town even in my area. But it seems to me things have gotten a lot worse in a lot more places over the last few decades. Today we’re at a point where a large portion of the public wants to defund and dismantle their police departments, and a not insignificant portion of them want to see cops dead. A few extremists are acting on that desire, targeting random officers.

The Blame Game: A losing proposition

As of early June, not quite halfway through the year, twenty-three officers have been shot and killed this year.  In Chicago alone, 130 police officers were injured between 5 p.m. May 29 and midnight May 31, according to WTTW News.

I know some want to put all the blame on the communities (and one of the major political parties) and others want to make it out to be all the fault of the police (and the other party). But I think if we dig down deep, we’ll find it’s like most failing relationships: There’s plenty of blame to go around and nobody is really innocent.

This post was inspired by a Facebook friend’s link to an article in the National Review about how blacks are frequently treated differently by cops. I don’t doubt the experiences recounted; I know for a fact that it happens. But I’ve thought long and hard about this and I believe I can honestly say that when I was a police officer, I didn’t treat people differently because of skin color.

Did I know a few cops who did? Yes. Never to the extent of using excessive force (that I witnessed) but yes, I knew some who were a little rougher with blacks and less inclined to believe what a black person told them. There were some who used racist language and who told racist jokes (about a number of different races — including whites). But they made up a small percentage of the police officers I knew (and as an instructor at the regional academy, I knew a lot of police officers).

More common, and I think something that gets mistaken for racism a lot, was that most of us did approach cocky young men — whether white, black, or brown — differently than older men or women, or (most) young girls. And how someone dressed definitely made a difference, too. A 20something male in “street” type clothes would be viewed with more suspicion and caution than the same guy dressed in a suit.

Those means of categorizing people were sometimes wildly inaccurate, of course, with more “false positives” than “false negatives,” but it had some basis in fact. Race is something we’re born with, but we choose our clothing and appearance and mannerisms and we either deliberately or subconsciously send signals about ourselves (or at least about whom we aspire to be) when we make those choices.

What people don’t understand or want to acknowledge is that we all make judgments about people we encounter based on external factors, all the time — because that’s a built-in survival mechanism.

We need to be able to quickly determine whether they’re “probably friend” (or at least harmless) or “probably foe” (and thus dangerous). And we either relax or tense up, smile or prepare for fight or flight, based on that determination.

Cops have to do the same, but in addition are tasked with protecting others as well as themselves. They have to be more vigilant, and because they’ve seen more violence they tend to be much less trusting — of anyone who appears to be a potential threat.

Sometimes a bad decision is just a bad decision

To some cops, race is one more factor in the assessment of a subject and for some it’s the overriding factor and that’s wrong, but it’s also based on the statistics. Whatever the reasons, which we could debate all day long, one race does commit more violent crime than another, and specifically those in a certain age/gender category. It’s maddening to be stereotyped, I know. Women are statistically more openly emotional than men, so those of us who tend more toward logic and reason are still assumed to be emotion-driven by those who don’t know us.

Wherever humans live, so do stereotypes. The impulse to stereotype is not a cultural innovation, like couture, but a species-wide adaptation, like color vision. Everyone does it. The powerful use stereotypes to enshrine and perpetuate their power, and the powerless use stereotypes just as much when seeking to defend or rebel against the powerful.

Second, contrary to popular sentiment, stereotypes are usually accurate. (Not always, to be sure. And some false stereotypes are purposefully promoted in order to cause harm. But this fact should further compel us to study stereotype accuracy well so that we can distinguish truth from lies in this area).

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In my experience with the cops with whom I worked (which does not represent all police agencies), it was “attitude” that was the real overriding factor in how they/we treated someone. Someone who was openly hostile or subtly snarky was more likely to be cited for something for which a nicer person would get a warning, more likely to be cuffed during a detention when a more polite person wouldn’t, more likely to be arrested for a minor offense that an officer would let slide or issue a ticket if the subject had been cooperative.

But it’s important to say that now and then and here and there, there are some plain old bad cops who just want to bully and beat up on people. Most of those (again, in my experience) are equal opportunity assholes and are happy to extend their brutality to (usually young men of) all races, regardless of how polite they are. And the bully cops come in different races and even genders, too.

Those bad apples can get through the screening process and turn up in any agency, because sociopaths and malignant narcissists are masters of deception and very good at gaslighting. Once they’re hired and have made it through probation, civil service and police unions can make it hard to get rid of them.

However, if that type of cop is more than just an anomaly in a particular agency, in my opinion that signals a serious top-down problem. At best it’s a failure of leadership and at worst it’s a systemic “us vs them” mentality that permeates the department because it’s not just tolerated but taught and reinforced by those in charge: supervisors, the chief or sheriff, city/county managers, and sometimes the elected governing body.

The Cycle of Fear, Anger, and Hatred

The problem with the current animosity between certain communities (not just black) and the police is that it’s a vicious cycle. A particular cop or agency commits an act of excessive force — or what appears to be excessive force (sometimes the force level turns out to be justified; sometimes it’s not). Instead of coming out against him/her or that department, a large segment of the community blames all cops and protests, riots, demands defunding, and the extremists even start killing random officers who had nothing to do with it.

What effect does this have on the good police officers? Will it make them less prone to be violent? Common sense says of course not. Even if they can resist acting out of anger, it makes them more fearful for their lives when encountering any member of that community, which means they’re more likely to escalate force to defend themselves from the real or perceived threat. And that makes for more incidents that make the outrage the community even more, and it goes on and on until we end up with our cities in flames, those who kept order gone, and the streets ruled by criminal overlords who’ll make the cops’ abuse of their authority look like child’s play.

This isn’t some sort of worst-case speculation. It’s happening now, all over America.

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Like any good marriage that’s gone bad, this situation cannot be repaired by just one party no matter how badly that party wants to make it work. Both sides have to stand down and make some compromises. Otherwise we end up in a bitter battle in divorce court, and the kids (all of us citizens) will suffer mightily.

What’s the solution? Is there one? I don’t know. I believe there are steps that both sides could take to help heal the wounds, but I’m not confident that a gesture of conciliation would be accepted now by either side.

Law enforcement agencies, as the “adults in the room,” will almost certainly have to go first – unfair as that might be. The first thing that needs to go is the “blue wall of silence.” While the vast majority of cops are good, every one of us has encountered an officer who shouldn’t be wearing the badge. It’s time to stop protecting them, to stop giving them the benefit of the doubt because they’re “brothers” (or “sisters”) in blue.

It’s time to realize that they are bringing this down on the heads of all the rest of the officers and putting the good ones in more danger. Unless and until the good officers stand up to them, stop them when they overreact or overreach on the streets and speak up to help get them removed, the public will never have trust in the police again.

In my opinion, it’s also important to recognize that the COVID crisis has put the police in a bad light with many who supported them without question before. Most of the members of the population have been locked into our homes under “house arrest” for two months or more. This was done to them by their state and local governments — in most cases by the governors, mayors, and county judges rather than the legislative bodies — many of them see the police as the enforcers of those orders that more and more people are coming to believe represented an abuse of authority.

It’s not wonder that a lot of people were already angry and spoiling for a fight. The George Floyd incident was like tossing a lit match onto a gasoline-soaked playing field. Now the cities burn in the background while cops and the community go to war against one another and those who started the fire sit back and watch.

Something else that the police officers need to do is differentiate between the true troublemakers — the rioters who just want to destroy things, the looters who are out for personal gain, and the political activists whose agenda involves using violence to bring about their vision of a socialist future — and those good people who have joined in what they expect to be peaceful protests to address legitimate injustices and flaws in the system.

What about the public? What do they need to do for this marriage to be saved? First and foremost, they have to want to save it. I’m afraid that’s going to be the biggest hurdle. Too many people today are short-term thinkers. A police officer did a bad thing, thus police officers do bad things, thus we should get rid of the police. They aren’t looking at the long term ramifications of that. They aren’t thinking about how it would impact their own safety and that of their families. They’re just (most of them unknowingly) following a playbook written by master manipulators who are using them to gain power — not to give power to “the people.”

Unless and until the protesters and rioters open their eyes and see that they’re being used, there is nothing the police can do that will convince them that the relationship is worth preserving.


If this widening gulf between law enforcement and its supporters and those who oppose them was the whole of the problem, it would still be bad, but maybe manageable. It’s not. We are in vehement disagreement over so much more than just the role of the police or just the suitability of a presidential candidate.

I have been afraid, for a while, that our country is headed toward the Big Split, more formally known as a schism. We are divided to a greater extent than we’ve ever been in my lifetime. The population has for the most part retreated into two distinct camps and their members might as well be from different planets. Their values, beliefs, aspirations, and ways of thinking are so far apart as to be almost incomprehensible to one another.

I remember (fondly) when “regular people” rarely discussed politics. They went to the polls and voted (or didn’t), they might even give money to candidates they supported, or put a yard sign at election time. Today, politics permeates all parts of our lives. Facebook cruise groups, dog lover groups, photography groups — all sorts of groups dedicated to interests that have nothing to do with political issues are rife with liberal vs conservative discussions. The most innocuous posts on my own timeline (such as a photo of my dinner at a restaurant) have turned political (“shame on you for eating sea bass” or “I wouldn’t eat there – it looks like they use plastic straws.”

Enough, already.

Some say we’re headed for a second civil war. Others say we’re already fighting it. One thing is certain: we are no longer “one nation, under God” (if we ever really were). We no longer even pretend to be. I have a lot of thoughts about that and where we may be headed and the future of this country. But that’s another subject for another time.

In the meantime, we’re losing those who stand between the weak and the wolves. Good police officers are leaving. Their places won’t be filled by And when they’re gone, there is going to be a feeding frenzy.

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