I have felt growing dismay over the news coming from a Pew survey released in early August which shows that a growing number of Americans(18%) believe Barack Obama to be Muslim, and (separate question and response) an increasing number also believe that Obama is not Christian. Over 40% of those surveyed do not know what Obama’s faith tradition is, despite the fact that he regularly attended a United Church of Christ congregation prior to being elected president.
And a recent CNN survey revealed that more than 25% of those surveyed believed that Obama was either definitely or probably not born in this country (the so-called “birther” movement). Meanwhile Sarah Palin, pundit and perhaps-candidate, has urged various political conservatives and talk show hosts to “lock and reload.” When pressed, she’ll insist she’s just telling people to not back down, but the violent language sends a shiver down my spine.
Words are powerful. In an information age where we’re all authorities, those who have mastered the media can promote their point of view and pass that perspective off as fact. But it’s also true that people don’t generally invent the things they believe from whole cloth. Those beliefs come from someone, from somewhere, and the question of where we get our news from, and what we accept on face value — rather than check out before making an informed decision — has everything to do with what we deem fact and what remains fiction.
But these recent statistics and news stories are deeply troubling to me. In an age when we were proclaimed, with Obama’s election, to have moved past racism and segregation and discrimination, the ugly truth reveals that we have so far to go. In a time when we like to give lip service to being “one country,” we are attacking Muslims who want to build a community center in New York, and Sikhs who wear turbans are verbally and sometimes physically harrassed, threatened, and subject to firing without cause.
Years ago, the Rogers and Hammerstein musical “South Pacific” song, “You’ve Got to be Carefully Taught,” offered us a scene in which Lieutenant Cable sings,
“You’ve got to be taught
to be afraid
Of people whose eyes
are oddly made
And people whose skin
is a different shade
You’ve got to be carefully taught
You’ve got to be taught
before it’s too late
Before you are 6 or 7 or 8
To hate all the people
your relatives hate
You’ve got to be carefully taught.”
“South Pacific” was produced in 1949, based on James Michener’s “Tales of the South Pacific,” and debuted in a United States recovering from World War II and approaching the dawn of McCarthyism. Rogers and Hammerstein were attacked for putting this song in their show, but they steadfastly insisted that it remain. Good thing, but how discouraging is it to find that, more than sixty years later, we haven’t changed all that much? This country managed to elect an African American President of the United States less than two years ago, but the smears, the campaign of misinformation, the cheap shots and lies, have all remained and, I believe, grown.
How is it that so many in our country can continue to believe that the President is not an American citizen, despite clear evidence to the contrary? And why would people repeatedly maintain that Obama, despite his multiple statements to the contrary, is a Muslim rather than the Christian he says he is? “Don’t bother me with the facts, Son, I’ve already made up my mind,” was a saying coined by a cartoon character decades ago. It seems that in the digital age where rumor now passes freely as fact, the saying remains true. Words have power and authority, and more and more — in a time when fewer people read newspapers and more get their “news” from television or the web — the things people say can be taken for fact.
I troll social media regularly, reading Twitter feeds, posting sometimes, checking out newspaper headlines and conventional wisdom on social networking sites. But I try hard to check out the facts before repeating them. Otherwise I’d be subject to doing what we did as kids so long ago: playing a game of ‘telephone’ where we stand in a line, repeat things, one to another, and then wonder how it is that the original message got so darned convoluted at the end of the line. Surely, as individuals and as a nation, we owe ourselves, and others, more consideration.