THE ELECTION
Finally it's time for a postmortem
OK, it's over. It's settled. It's done. All that's left are the hard feelings, the torn family fabric, the guilt, and regret over what's been said to people close to us. We now have plenty of time to lament our behavior during the last several months. (You know what I'm talking about.)
Now that we can disengage from the ads, slogans, slurs, half-truths and misrepresentations, we can begin to see how juvenile our conduct has been and start to realize how we have been manipulated by the political parties, media and talk-show hosts into actually believing that every race was a life-or-death matter.
Every election takes on the characteristics of war, and one of the basic tactics is to demonize the opponent. The parties have become very adept at this. As our remorse deepens, what can be done to heal the wound in the social fabric?
We could begin by spending some time researching calmly and intellectually the opposition's positions, not to rebut them but to attempt to understand why they are held by so many people, to see if there are areas with which we could agree or at least live with. This exercise would be far more productive than analyzing what went wrong with the losing campaign and what worked well for the winners. Remember: A couple of electoral votes one way or another is not a mandate. If nothing else, the last few years have shown that attempting to govern with only half the country's support is not effective.
Maybe the concept of compromise doesn't start in Washington. Maybe our representatives aren't the leaders, but the followers. Maybe the political party platforms should be made to reflect a united will to compromise. Maybe if, during this period of calm and reflection, we start to discuss areas of compromise rather than maintain mutual hatred, we could use our political creativity to force national convergence. Maybe then we could atone for the societal damage done during the campaigns and set a new tone for the next election. Maybe.
EDDIE RYSHAVY, PLYMOUTH
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I received a love letter. Written in pencil on lined notebook paper and decorated with a heart, it was from a first-grader in the school where I volunteer. The message was simple, short and poetic: