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</o:shapelayout></xml><![endif]--></head><body lang=EN-US link="#0563C1" vlink="#954F72"><div class=WordSection1><p class=MsoNormal>Dear fellow congregants,<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>One of the things we talk about is our bemusement at Trump supporters. One expression you often hear these supporters say is that they admire him because “He tells it like it is!” They can say this while acknowledging that almost everything he says is false. So, if he is lying most of the time, what is he telling the truth about? <o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>I think I know. As I keep insisting, I am not a boomer. I am from the Silent Generation, the Lonely Crowd. My mother’s life hero was Eleanor Roosevelt. It was I, aged seven, who brought the news of the President’s death to my parents, and I was startled to seem my mother burst into tears. Crying was not her thing. My folks were publishers. We had black, Jewish, gay, lesbian, working class, authors visiting the house. But – and here is the point – when they visited, they visited <i>as such.</i> Not that I was told as a child explicitly, but it was conveyed to me as a child, somehow, that these folks belonged to a different category. And my education, in Massachusetts, in the 40’s, was devoid of any explicit contact with anybody in any of these categories. <o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>Ok, fast forward 70 years to Santa Fe. I befriend at Ohoris an extremely tall black man, grizzled, slow moving, thoughtful, with an intricate, international biography full of remarkable connections and coincidences. He fits in every conceivable way my childhood stereotype of the “old wise black man”. I sit in rapt attention to his stories. I look up to him, which, given his height, is my only choice. But, as we continue to meet, a tension begins to rise between us that is coming largely from me, but I cannot control. He becomes aware that I am seeing him through the stereotype of the old wise black man. Because I cannot admit to it, he is imprisoned by it. <i>Our conversations are based on a lie.</i> He disappears from Ohoris and I never see him again. He would rather eschew good coffee, than live in my lie. <o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>This is what Donald Trump is truthful about. He tells the truth about his own stereotypes. He is truthful about himself. That what he believes is FALSE is irrelevant to his base. He admits to thoughts which they know many others find distasteful. It is hard to live in a world which has moved on from one’s childhood, a world in which others find one’s basic categorizations distasteful – in fact, a world in which one finds one’s own basic categorizations distasteful. <o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>To break Trump we need to come to a new understanding and acknowledgement of type-isms. There are always going to be type-isms. We human beings do that sort of thing. Raised in a particular way, at a particular time I see a tall grizzled black man as wise, and everything he says and does is read through that lens. That’s abduction. This person wears a dress, this person is a woman, this person is gentle, that ‘s abduction. (Well, it’s abduction-deduction, but let that go.) Human beings naturally form identity groups that trap ourselves and others in false abductions. So we need to design our society to counter these. (Libertarians beware. Here come Nick’s white vans, again) In this case the white van takes the form of aggressive taxation of the rich and aggressive education of the poor, and of institutions that promote the random mixing of our citizens (like public universities and armies – or conservation corps). <o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>Could my friendship with the tall black guy have been rescued? Could we have laughed about my stereotypes? Perhaps I should have said, early on, “Look, I’m sorry, I keep seeing you as Uncle Remus. I am sure, as I get to know you better, I will get over it. Please be patient with me, and please call me out whenever you feel confined by it. ” <o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>A Liberalism that does not free me is not worth the name.<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>Nick <o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>Nicholas Thompson<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>Emeritus Professor of Ethology and Psychology<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>Clark University<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><a href="mailto:ThompNickSon2@gmail.com">ThompNickSon2@gmail.com</a><o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><a href="https://wordpress.clarku.edu/nthompson/">https://wordpress.clarku.edu/nthompson/</a><o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal> <o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p></div></body></html>