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Geza X's avatar

Ok I finished the article and it’s great. What I keep coming back to is the word EMPATHY. The people making these high level decisions and reducing human behavior to cheap data points are also (sadly) sociopaths. The definition of a sociopath is a person devoid of empathy. One who breaks the invisible social contract of unwritten laws that protect us all. LAWS are just data points. It’s possible to be within the law but outside human decency (which is predicated on empathy). It’s all so clear now.

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C. Robert Little's avatar

Mike, I can’t imagine why you’d lose readers, and I rather hope you gain many more. To me, this is the most thoughtful of your essays I’ve read thus far — though that should in no way diminish the others. They’ve all had a profound effect on my understanding of what we’re witnessing in real time.

I’ve struggled greatly to communicate to the people around me, even those who are closest, why all of what’s happening is affecting me so deeply and so personally. I think your essay — this essay — shines a light on it. My maternal grandfather was an infantryman who fought in the Battle of the Bulge. He survived, but returned home a forever-changed man. He carried that signal, paid for by so many of his peers, and delivered it to my mother and my uncles. It wasn’t just the ‘institutional knowledge’ that we gain from reading a history book, it was part of the family story, the oral history passed along through the generations: Why he was there, what they were fighting, and why it was worth the ultimate sacrifice by so many.

Similarly, my father was born in 1929, two years after his sister. My paternal grandfather died unexpectedly in 1931, leaving my grandmother to raise two children alone during the Great Depression. The stories, which contained the collective memories of unthinkable economic hardship, of perseverance and eventual deliverance, became a fundamental part of my worldview at a young age.

These things *mean something* on a far deeper level than just an intellectual discussion of history. These memories, encoded in me since birth, shape and inform my view of everything I’m witnessing today. The result is that I feel like I’m living in a world that has forgotten almost everything important. It’s not just wrong, it hurts. It hurts my heart and it hurts my soul.

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