Standing at the Corner of First & Insane

February 8, 2020
Shawn Colvin is a treasure--few people crystalize beauty and the agony of futile alienation better than she does. A relentless optimist burdened by the tragic detritus of a life lived clearly on the fringe, she tosses out phrases like the one I stole for this headline as effortlessly as she can traverse her three-octave range. And every time she does, it hits a nerve of reflection for me.

This week, especially.  In the past seven days, the following has happened;

• Antarctica posted a high temperature of 65˚F
• The Senate's GOP majority acquitted Donald Trump from all charges without witnesses or documents, knowing and admitting he committed high crimes and misdemeanors as specified by the Constitution as grounds for removal from office.
• The State of the Union address had all the gravitas of "The Apprentice" and "Honey Boo-Boo,"--a victory lap for the magnificence of the man himself, a manipulation of fake emotions and factual lies, and finally perhaps the most dangerous display of victim politics since Hitler and Munich. 
• Meanwhile, the results of the Democratic Iowa caucuses are still not validated, more than a week after the polls closed. Apparently it was a "bad app." I won't go there...
• American fascism now has a birthdate: February 6, 2020, as Donald Trump purges his administration of patriots who had the temerity to testify truthfully under oath about Trump's actions in Ukraine, then trashed the religious integrity of his perceived "enemies" at the National Prayer Breakfast. In keeping with an autocrat's playbook, he then fingered the people who are going to have to pay for honoring their oaths of office to protect and defend the Constitution. And we're not even in the presidential campaign yet. I'd be happy if this were only the equivalent of a mob hit. But we're just one Kristallnacht moment away from the whole thing going up in flames. Tune in this summer...

Given the headlines, I feel like a space alien. I grew up middle class in an era that will never happen again. At my first baseball game in Yankee Stadium. Micky Mantle played center field. Whitey Ford pitched to Yogi Berra. Moose Skowron was on first and Roger Maris was a season away from confounding everyone by outhitting Babe Ruth. I came home when the streetlights came on--my parents having no idea or concerns where I might be or what I might be doing. Went went to the moon, celebrated the big things that were the fruit of our working together, revered academic intelligence and were competing to become excellent, not strive to be a social media shock jock with the biggest snark. Doors were unlocked, minds were open to the possibilities that we all shared.

Most importantly, we weren't angry.

But that's no longer the reality we live in.  With unlimited wealth and access to instant "information," we've gone off the rails. The technology that was supposed to bring us together has Balkanized us into a multidimensional place of micro-tribal warfare where minute differences are seen as major transgressions. Vegan vs. omnivores, Alt Right vs every non-white. Dodger fans vs Giant fans. Our differences used to make us interesting, but now they can end up with lethal consequences. Loneliness is rampant as is a growing suicide rate across the US demographic spectrum. We wanted to shed the gatekeepers as an intellectual matter, but as a practical matter, the constraints to bad behavior are only as strong as we honor them. And in this demagogic, fear-based climate, all bets are off. We have avatars and pseudonyms that enable us to say things that no one would say under their real names or face-to-face.

So at the risk of contradicting 25 years of fostering launching and promoting new technologies, I think we should shut it down. All of it. And if that's not possible, regulate Facebook, Google, Amazon and Apple into the tightest regulatory scheme ever conceived. After all they're media without liability. They're the proverbial "Fire!" in the theater without acknowledging that their theaters hold billions of people. They've become cesspools of hatred and fraud without contrition or concern that what they do can have catastrophic impact on people's lives, their political systems and livelihoods. 

When Roger Maris smacked number 61 over the fence, we lived in a world where everything was possible, no matter how humble your beginnings or who you were. The astounding technical capabilities we now have come at a terrible price.  That of decency and spirit. Because at the end of it, technology has no goals other than self-actualization and maximization of efficiency. Apparently, neither do we.