The ignorance of the average voter — even the average educated, affluent voter — is difficult to fathom for those of us who are more engaged, even if we’re not obsessive about it.
A year or so ago, I heard a young mother, about 30 — a seemingly intelligent and affluent college graduate — “blame” Biden for the overruling of Roe v Wade (she was pro-abortion, obviously) because it happened while he was president. This level of ignorance and irrationality, while common, is so deep as to make meaningful discussion impossible.
The same is true of the people on the “Right” who seem to think “Zionists” are behind everything wrong with the United States.
Given the left’s dominance of the media, and the wishy washy nature of the supposedly “rightwing” Fox News, I expect the Democrats to avoid blame for the shutdown. Apparently, the media was able to convince many people that the border disaster under Biden was the fault of the Republicans.
To many of us who follow politics closely, it does seem very odd. Why do so many people seem not to care? Why do they read only information that comes from one side? Or little to no information at all?
But at the risk of repeating myself, I’ll give my answers, and those answers come from my own personal experience. I’m not just talking about my experience with acquaintances, friends, and family. I’m talking about my own behavior and thoughts.
For the first thirty years of my adult life I simply did not follow politics closely. I read the Boston Globe and The New Yorker, but in those days the latter wasn’t politics-heavy; that happened much later. I read the Globe mainly because I lived in New England, and I was especially interested in the arts and sciences section. Some Sundays I got The New York Times, again mostly for the arts, sciences, book reviews, and also the double-crostic (I’m not a crossword puzzle lover). I didn’t like TV news – still don’t – and rarely watched it unless something especially important was happening.
Did I think I was well-informed? Not really. But I thought I was well-informed enough. I wasn’t keen on most politicians. The majority of people I knew about seemed to vote for Democrats, but I actually didn’t even know the politics of many of my friends because the subject didn’t come up. My entire family voted for Democrats; I did know that. And it was perfectly fine with me to vote for them too.
What was I doing most of that time, instead? Mothering, reading, writing fiction and poetry, working when my son got older, going to the movies, listening to music, exercising, cooking, socializing, talking to my husband, traveling to see relatives and friends – all the activities of normal life. Later, I went back to grad school and got my MFT degree, but that didn’t involve politics, either.
And yet it did; I just didn’t realize it. I found myself at odds with a lot of what my professors were teaching us, and I often argued with them about the way to treat clients. My fellow classmates weren’t so enthralled with my orneriness, and I didn’t understand why they didn’t agree with me. But looking back, I think a lot of it had to do with my more conservative way of looking at human nature and human interaction – including, for example, issues of responsibility as well as truth-telling.
I’ve written my story in my “A mind is a difficult thing to change” posts; no need to go into all that again. The point I’m trying to make here is that I believe most of the people I know – nearly all of them are Democrats – fall into the same patterns of news and politics consumption that I had for those thirty years.
Sure, there are people I know on the left who follow politics much more closely. But they’re nowhere near as numerous among the people I know, and I think that’s true in general. Dedicated leftists and activists depend on the much greater number of people who are neither.
I imagine some of you are thinking: oh, so you were a useful idiot. I may have been useful, but I was no idiot. I was the very same person I am today, except that now I spend many hours reading and writing about politics. It’s a great surprise to me; I simply didn’t see that coming. But life can be surprising.
