I'm fairly certain that when one publicly announced they voted for McCain, they risked losing some friends. I think this happened to me, but I can't be sure. After the election one of my Facebook friends mysteriously disappeared, though I don't know who it was, just saw my friend count tick down (oh, I've unfriended a few loonies I never should have friended in the first place, but really, I'm not anywhere near the certifiably crazy side of the coin.) While no one has abandoned me in any obvious way, I've had a sneaking suspicion I've majorly disappointed at least a few people who thought I was pretty cool - solely on the basis of my vote.
How fascinating to have my suspicions gain a bit of scientific validity, when I read about this brave grade-schooler, Catherine Vogt. Catherine, age 14, conducted a simple experiment in which she attended school wearing a t-shirt that read "McCain Girl" one day and "Obama Girl" the next, and recorded the reactions. The results were far from neutral.
In addition to being urged to go "crucifix" herself, Catherine was chided and near-terrorized by her classmates on "McCain Girl" day. She kept a record of the comments, taunts, and accusations, to the chagrin of some teachers who found themselves swept up in the frenzy of intolerance. On Day 2, she wore the "Obama Girl" shirt and was praised for coming to her senses.
This experiment could be tossed aside as a silly game made up by a kid. I'd be inclined to agree, yet the simplicity of the single-variable project meant her evidence-gathering didn't require substantial processing and interpretation. I'm guessing comparing 5 death threats for "McCain Girl" to zero for "Obama Girl" doesn't require an advanced degree.
I was astounded by the automatic and unfounded cruelty she found herself facing. But, I know how she felt. During the election, I was subjected to the same kind of schoolyard bully treatment from grown men and women. It was part of the reason I didn't put a McCain sign in my yard or on my car, I was fearful of what might happen to my relationship with my neighbors or with the riff-raff that seem to be populating the streets lately. I kept quiet for the most part. But when I did speak my mind, there was no mistaking what people thought of me.
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