Fear of Politics

October 15th, 2026

“I beseech you, in the bowels of Christ, think it possible you may be mistaken.” – Oliver Cromwell

When I was young, back in the 1970’s, I used to watch “Firing Line” on PBS. William F. Buckley hosted the show and he was amazing. He was a staunch conservative, and he had a brilliant intellect. He would interview all sorts of people, many of whom strongly disagreed with Buckley’s political opinions. However, Buckley debated these individuals politely and in a leisurely manner. I remember watching one episode of the show where Buckley was leaning back in his chair, his pen held close to his mouth, and his tie slightly loosened. Buckley was smiling. He listened closely to his guest express his views, and then, almost causally, he eviscerated the man’s arguments. He did it in a civil manner and he never used ad hominem arguments. The worst thing I ever heard Buckley say to a guest was what he told George Wallace when he was on the program. Buckley told Wallace that he was not a conservative, that he was really a populist. It was clear that Buckley did not like Wallace at all, but he did not say anything more derogatory than that.

Fast forward to our current election cycle, some fifty years later. The speeches made by candidates today sound more like they belong on professional wrestling programs than in a debate on a stage. The politicians and commentators of our time are not shy about getting into the gutter. Their arguments are often incoherent. Buckley would demolish their views with ease. Alas, Buckley is gone, and we’re stuck with these people.

It might sound like I am nostalgic for the good old days of politics. I’m not really. I can still remember the demagogues of my youth. Nixon was a classic manipulator of public opinion. Wallace also comes to mind. He was a racist fearmonger who, unlike Lincoln, never appealed to “the better angels of our nature”. My dad voted for him, probably twice. Politics has always been a blood sport, and appealing to the dark side of voters is a tactic that has seldom been left unused.

In recent years, there has been a coarsening of political discourse. There was a time when at least some politicians were content to accuse their opponents of being wrong, or perhaps even stupid. Now, the adversary has to be described as evil incarnate. The candidate for the other party is now the enemy. There is no longer any place for a loyal opposition.

This frightens me. For a democracy to function there has to be at least a grudging respect for the people who disagree with us. An election is obviously a struggle for power, but it cannot become an all-out war. We have to be able to accept the results of our elections and then work together with our opponents in some way. It cannot be an endless, ruthless fight for supremacy. At some point, the common good has to take priority.

For some reason Halloween and Election Day are always close together on the calendar. Maybe it’s because both have to do with terrifying possibilities. We don’t have any Halloween decorations in our front yard. However, I have placed a sign on the lawn for my preferred candidate for governor. That is probably scary enough.

Civil Disobedience

January 16th, 2026

Have you ever been to a protest demonstration? Have you ever been arrested at a demonstration? Did you ever go to jail for civil disobedience?

Some of you reading this article can answer yes to all of those questions. Well, so can I. However, I cannot say that I was ever teargassed or knocked to the ground by a law enforcement officer. I am sure that some folks reading my words have been exposed to that kind of violence at demonstrations. My experience with civil disobedience is limited to one specific event. In the scheme of things, it wasn’t that big of a deal, but it changed my life.

I participated in a week-long protest at Creech AFB in Nevada in the spring of 2017. Our group of protesters were demonstrating against drone warfare, and Creech AFB personnel were involved in that type of operation. One morning, a smaller subset of our team decided to engage in civil disobedience. All of us planned to block the entrance of the Air Force base during the change of shifts. Most of us were going to vacate the road after five minutes (the police made it clear that anybody still impeding traffic after that time would be arrested). A few of the protesters intended to remain the street and get busted. I had no desire to be part of that select population.

As it turned, I became part of that small group of malcontents. I stayed with them in the road and was arrested along with the other six people. Did I allow myself to be incarcerated because of a deep commitment to our cause? Hmmm, no, not really. I had been standing next to an older veteran, Ray, and he had put his hand on my shoulder and told me how glad he was that I was standing with him. The stone-cold truth is that I remained with him out of friendship and solidarity. As somebody told me later, I made a “game time decision”. My choice to get arrested was not terribly rational, however it was right. I have no regrets. Oddly enough, of the seven people arrested, five of us were vets. That probably doesn’t really matter, but I found it interesting.

The Clark County cops held us for about fourteen hours and then released us. That was the first time in my life that I had ever been arrested, and it made an impression. The police were professional about the intake process. It was a relatively painless experience, but it was still scary, at least it was for me. I learned a lot rather quickly. It reminded me a lot of my basic training in the Army. The one rule was “shut up and do as you’re told”. I have experience with that sort of thing, so it wasn’t too hard for me to adapt to the jail environment.

The reason that I am writing about a this is because of the current violence and chaos in Minnesota. My experience is vastly different to what is happening there, but I still have some thoughts.

When I got busted, both the protesters and the law enforcement officials made efforts to maintain a nonviolent interaction. The police made it crystal clear to us what they wanted us to do and what the consequences would be if we chose not to follow their instructions. For our part, we did not verbally abuse or harass the cops. This sort of protest had occurred at Creech AFB repeatedly in the past, so almost everyone knew the rules of the game. That was a very good thing. It is unwise to surprise a guy carrying a loaded Glock. When people get scared, they do stupid things.

I believe that a person in the United States has the right (or perhaps an obligation) to break a law that goes against their conscience. I also believe that when a person does disobey that law, they should be ready to accept the consequences of their actions. Nothing is for free. Valor has a price tag. A person should stand up for what is right, but they have to understand the potential costs involved with their decisions.

The goal is not to be a martyr. History is full of the names of people who died for their beliefs: Oscar Romero, Martin Luther King, Dietrich Bonhoeffer. Now there is Renee Good.

How do we work for justice without getting people killed?