Just An Observation
November 6, 2020
I have seen one Black person in the past three weeks. Ninty-five (at least) percent of the people I see at campgrounds are white. I’ve seen Hispanics working construction and service jobs.
It got me thinking. (Which explains my thirst for glucose.)
Some/many of the issues I care about don’t resonate in places like Utah because the folks here don’t have the same experience as me. Take BLM - and remove the visceral reaction that acronym causes some. First, in Utah the first thought that will come to mind is Bureau of Land Management. Second, there are so few Blacks in Utah that there probably aren’t enough to have a BLM rally. And I wonder if Utah Blacks can even relate to say Baltimore or Charlottesville Blacks.
In many ways we are a heterogeneous country yet we - at least me- assume we are homogeneous. The issues we have in big cities probably don’t mean much to people in Tropic, Utah. My craving for a fillet of grilled salmon on a bed of spinach with mango salsa doesn’t play here where the local deli is the packaged turkey and American cheese on white bread in the refrigerator section of the convenience store. (By the way, the sandwich is best eaten before November 19th.) I’m just guessing that most people here don’t read the NYT or the WSJ. They probably don’t watch Fox News either. They are too busy working on the farm or riding their ATV — being outside. What affects them here is tourism — people coming to Bryce. And they come every summer.
I haven’t expressed myself clearly here. It probably comes back to assumptions. I assumed all 350 million of us had more in common. We don’t. That’s why I can read the Constitution (which I admit I am doing now having not for too long) and have a different understanding than the next person.
So when folks say we are divided, part of that division comes from the fact that we don’t have as much in common as I might have assumed.