Gunshots, sirens and more police than march in the St. Patrick’s Day parade.
In the wee hours, folks in a village I knew woke years ago to several shotgun blasts. Next, twenty police cars wailed down their streets. Villagers stumbled onto their lawns in bathrobes and confusion.
They learned that a guy from a neighboring village had blown away three men. He had been drinking with them in the village tavern.
It was a no-brainer for the jury. He and the men had argued. He stomped out. Got into his car. Roared home. Grabbed his shotgun. Roared back. Found the guys in their car in the hotel parking lot. And blew their heads off.
And yet… his mom declared he was innocent. They had provoked him, she insisted. Taunted him. Asked for the ultimate punishment.
She comes to mind these days as people gird up to defend their favorite candidates. As they activate their inner spin machines. To defend their candidates against the indefensible.
I think too of my brother and the German Shepherd he loved. The dog bit twenty people in a year. “Awwww, she’s the sweetest dog. She wouldn’t hurt anybody. People are always taunting her. They ought to know better.”
I think of the days of Nixon. His fans heard him break the law. Heard him. On his own tapes. Or read transcripts from the recordings. “Other politicians have done a lot worse. Just because he said those things doesn’t mean…”
I think of the days of Bill Clinton. He flat out lied to a grand jury. His defenders read the transcript and declared “Well, he didn’t really lie. He was just trying to say…”
And so we are when we learn something bad about our candidate. We leap into defense mode. Our guy or gal can do no wrong. It is just the nature of things. Well, not things, but people. Once we commit to a candidate we can see no wrong in him or her. Just like the shotgun killer’s mom saw a halo hovering above her boy.
This is all filed in the vault of human behavior. Under the title DON’T CONFUSE ME WITH FACTS. MY MIND IS MADE UP.
Eighty years ago Dale Carnegie dramatized this phenomenon. In his famous book “How To Win Friends And Influence People”.
Al Capone, he wrote, was the most sinister gang leader who ever shot up Chicago. Yet Capone thought of himself as a public benefactor. He said the public just didn’t appreciate his virtues. I’m sure his fellow gangsters felt the same about him.
Hey, OJ Simpson still has an army of fans. True believers. Attilla has a fan club. A lot of folks revere Hitler.
We know there are swing voters. Independents who have not yet decided who to vote for. We also know there are true believers who will vote for Hillary or The Donald. No matter what.
The FBI could find she slept with Putin. Handed him secret documents. They could clap her in leg irons. Send her to prison. In an orange pantsuit. Her followers would still vote for her. As others have voted for candidates living in jails.
The Donald could be found guilty of downing the Twin Trade Towers. His supporters would vote for him anyway.
When I was a kid Jimmy Hoffa was in the news a lot. He ran the corrupt Teamsters union. He had committed any number of crimes.
A TV newsman challenged a trucker. “How can you support Jimmy Hoffa when you know he is a crook?”
He replied that Hoffa was his kind of crook. “I make more money drivin’ my rig than I ever made before. So leave da guy alone.”
So…you want to change a true believer’s mind about Hillary or The Donald? Good luck.
From Tom…as in Morgan.
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