At Farmfest in Morgan, Minn., in August, I met a family who were absolutely certain that there was a school in a nearby county that put out litter boxes for students who identified as furries.
The father insisted he had seen it with his own eyes. His family knew the school janitor, and he was the one who told them about it.
Well, I couldn’t let that stand! Litter boxes in school bathrooms? What about the poor soul who had to scoop it out?
Look, I told the family, meeting their eyes in turn: You get me in touch with that janitor and I will go to the school myself and investigate.
For a moment, they looked incredulous and delighted. A member of the mainstream media was taking them seriously! This school was going to be held accountable!
Then their story began to fall apart. The dad admitted he hadn’t actually seen the litter boxes in person; he’d only seen a photo online. They didn’t know the janitor personally; he was a friend of a friend. A few seats down, a woman was watching us. She looked unhappy. Then she interjected that the school hadn’t actually put in the litter boxes.
“They were going to,” she said. “But they didn’t.”
“No litter boxes?” I said. I looked back at the dad, who had been so sure, 100% sure, never more certain of anything in his life, that the school was supplying litter boxes to furries. He looked down at the table. In that moment, the narrative shifted. It was no longer about journalists being unwilling to write The Truth. It was that this family realized something they believed was true just flat-out wasn’t.