I'm trying to escape politics, but this article is so good:
Agreeing to Disagree
Before the country can find common ground, those with differing political views must be willing to listen to each other
WEB-EXCLUSIVE COMMENTARY
By Melinda Henneberger
Newsweek
Nov. 4 - John Kerry has conceded; now it’s time for the rest of us to do the same.
I’m not talking about giving up on anything, or even about "rallying around the president," which remains optional in a democracy. But couldn’t we all, Republican and Democrat, admit that it’s been awhile since any of us really listened to someone with whom we disagree politically?
Mutual pig-headedness may not be quite the common ground that the president had in mind when he spoke of a “season of hope’’ yesterday. But you know, it’s where we are at the moment. And if we stay there, we will never move forward together.
(My husband, reading this over my shoulder, is mocking me with an off-key rendition of the Chet Powers's song: "C'mon people now, smile on your brother, everybody get together …") But the fact remains that many of us—people who wouldn’t dream of judging somebody on the basis of race, color or sexual orientation—are not at all subtle about not caring to hear from anyone who thinks the least bit differently. A woman at my son’s school recently asked me to coffee, but then added, “As long as you’re not voting for Bush. You’re not, are you?’’
Give-and-take across party lines has become as rare in everyday life as it is on Capitol Hill. So maybe it’s time for those of us who are really devastated right now to ask why a whopping 80 percent of those who voted for Bush cited “moral values’’ as the reason. We can’t all be morally superior, can we? And where’s that intellectual curiosity we give ourselves so much credit for?
(Of course, it’s also possible that the moment President George W. Bush really sealed the deal with voters was when he couldn’t or wouldn’t name a single mistake he had made in office; in his stubborn certainty, he seems perfectly in step with his fellow Americans.)
A few days before the election, my husband and I had dinner with another couple whose views on the state of play I had been looking forward to hearing. I knew that the woman, one of the most interesting thinkers I know, had been considering voting for Bush and I was eager to hear what she had decided and why. But throughout the evening, she fell silent whenever we touched on politics. Later, I worried that I might have offended her in expressing my own views, and followed up with an apologetic e-mail.
But she answered that no, she had simply kept mum because she had long since concluded that “among our friends’’ her views were too way-out to mention. “I am NOT a Republican,’’ she wrote, as if that really might have been a bridge too far. “But John Kerry has me too worried that he thinks summits with people who hate us will solve our problems. Among our friends, this point of view puts me somewhere between pederast and mass murderer.’’ So her husband—a great guy, I might add, and not some loutish wife-husher—“has asked me to shut up about politics, so I do (except with him, poor guy.) He says that yes, it’s noticeable that I fall silent during political discussions, but, as he adds, `That’s better than hearing your point of view.’ The few times I’ve said I was thinking of voting for Bush … people were flat out shocked. Just shocked that they could know someone who seems normal, whose kid has played with their kid, who has a different point of view.’’
She mentioned that another friend had just called her, unnerved by a scandalous report that someone else they knew was rumored to be supporting the president: “You don’t think it’s true, do you?’’ And that at drop-off time at the warm and wonderful Washington preschool where we had both sent our kids, a little boy had been overheard telling his mom that he was planning to vote for Bush in their mock election: “I bote for Bush. I bote for Bush.’’ His mother went to pieces: “No, you can’t. Bush is a BAD MAN. You can’t vote for him.’’ And the kid is 3 years old.
What pains me most, though, is to admit that I must be no better. Because when I returned home from Kerry’s election-eve campaign appearance in Cleveland, where Bruce Springsteen sang, “No retreat, baby, no surrender …,’’ I found my living room covered with homemade campaign signs. My 8-year-old daughter, who loves all God’s creatures and spent last summer doing cicada rescue ops, had made one that said BEWARE THE WAR-STARTING, NERVE-RACKING BUSH. Uh-oh, another teaching moment—and not only for her.
I told my friend, the secret Bush supporter, never to censor herself with me. As a pro-life progressive, I am out-of-step with pretty much everybody.
But I do find it ironic that we who consider ourselves so open and tolerant are not really so unlike our caricature of closed-minded evangelicals. And as long as we listen only to those who confirm us in our right thinking, we won’t have learned anything.