One of the things that has been bugging me lately. I have several close friends who are very passionate about certain issues… and they are wrong. Simply wrong. In some cases, the issue they are excited about doesn’t exist. In a few, the words they use do not mean what they think they mean. In a very few cases, the words that they use originally meant the exact opposite of what they think they mean. Black has become white; dogs are cats; freedom is slavery.
Where do I get the right to say that they are wrong and I’m right? Fair question. This is the way my brain works: These are people I care about and generally, but not always, that means I admire their intelligence*. If they believe X and I believe Y, I assume I’m wrong. I then, depending on the question go to first sources (like the actual court case). Or go to the data (the Bureau of Justice Statistics, commonly). Or design an experiment (Who is more hateful, X or Y? Let’s type “All x should die” and “All y should die” into google and see who is talking about killing most.)
I think that’s pretty solid. Confidant that it is far more than the people I am disagreeing with have done.
But here’s the question, and it’s really two three questions.
1) Should I even bother to tell them I disagree? I know a few sense it, but as long as it stays submerged, the friendship continues fine. Understand, they are usually passionate about their position– one even said it was important enough it was okay to be wrong. I can’t even wrap my head around that, largely because I’m not passionate about the positions. I am relatively passionate about the path to those positions.
2) If I decide to have this disagreement, how? Facts don’t actually sway people. For that matter, if we agreed on an experimental design and their position was mathematically proven flawed, my experience is that they would double down. And never forgive me.
Oooh. There’s a third question.
3) Most of them are happy being passionate. It may come across in words as feeling outcast and beleaguered and under constant attack, but that belief makes them feel special and gives their life meaning. If someone is wholly invested in their enemies as a core of their identity, is pointing out that their enemies** are imaginary a dick move?
The challenge here is not winning the argument. My ego doesn’t need the strokes of winning. The challenge is preserving the friendship and, possibly, helping a few friends avoid a path that will be hard to recover from.
*There are other virtues I admire besides intelligence. No one has to be perfect or superior in all categories to be my friend.
** And this is a really fine line because there are always a few real assholes. There are millions of good christians, but the 70 (or less) members of the Westboro Baptist Church make the news. There are tens of thousands of people working to make a better world, but the loudest, shrillest and stupidest two percent become the poster children for ‘Social Justice Warriors.’ As long as that worse 2 % or 70 individual or whatever exist, the enemies, just barely, miss being completely imaginary.