Dumb Ol’ Facts

We roll the dice. We take our chances. And we're kidding ourselves if we think 'facts' are why we believe stuff.

We get excited about democracy. It’s a bulwark against tyranny; a wall with out-turned guns. But you don’t love democracy the way I love it.

That’s not all, I know lots of other stuff, too. While you have your opinions, I’ve got the right one. I’m striving rationally in the right direction. Facts? I got your em right here:

Facts-schmacts

Sometimes I watch the news with a slanty perspective. They might be tastefully dressed, but once they open their mouths, my perspective changes. They’re wearing red & yellow striped jumpsuits. And juggling rabbits.

But I’m so much better than that, right? Joe Keohane says no.

Recently, a few political scientists have begun to discover a human tendency deeply discouraging to anyone with faith in the power of information. It’s this: Facts don’t necessarily have the power to change our minds. In fact, quite the opposite. In a series of studies in 2005 and 2006, researchers at the University of Michigan found that when misinformed people, particularly political partisans, were exposed to corrected facts in news stories, they rarely changed their minds. In fact, they often became even more strongly set in their beliefs. Facts, they found, were not curing misinformation. Like an underpowered antibiotic, facts could actually make misinformation even stronger. (Keohane, emphasis mine)

It’s one thing to have an arrogant presumption, but quite another thing when science validates it. Thanks, science.

My eyes have damned-near rolled out of my head at thoughts of my arrogant, ignorance, dumb-ass youthful self. Worse, now I’m channeling older-me who is convinced that current-me is also a dumb ass. At least I have the internet for fact-checking, right?

Nice try. Modern life could be complicating things further thanks to all this irritating, proliferate loose knowledge. How unseemly.

This effect is only heightened by the information glut, which offers — alongside an unprecedented amount of good information — endless rumors, misinformation, and questionable variations on the truth. In other words, it’s never been easier for people to be wrong, and at the same time feel more certain that they’re right. (Keohane)

We feel that we’re right, and that’s enough. There’s always some damned fool who will validate us, no matter how crazy we are.

It gets worse

Our actual knowledge of politics can fit in a spoon, but we’re all experts. And so far as evolution is concerned, we’re alive so everything’s going well.

In this classic tale of existential dread in American, Beaver confesses that he has been mugged by reality - cruelly spat upon by his own mind. Betrayed as both untrustworthy and helpless by the gray matter within.

Evolutionary change is all about good enough. But we don’t inhabit the world of our million-year-old ancestors and that may not cut it. And don’t think being a smarty-pants intellectual is going to help you:

In 1996, Princeton University’s Larry M. Bartels argued, “the political ignorance of the American voter is one of the best documented data in political science.”

A 2006 study by Charles Taber and Milton Lodge at Stony Brook University showed that politically sophisticated thinkers were even less open to new information than less sophisticated types. These people may be factually right about 90 percent of things, but their confidence makes it nearly impossible to correct the 10 percent on which they’re totally wrong. Taber and Lodge found this alarming, because engaged, sophisticated thinkers are “the very folks on whom democratic theory relies most heavily.” (Keohane, emphasis mine)

In the future, I anticipate many more hotly contested political arguments. I’ve enjoyed sitting in the distance, feeling so smug. I want to scout out arrogant nut-jobs and mark them on my Bingo-sheet.

But the center spot on the sheet is mine. I’m wearing the goddamn jumpsuit. And I’m no good at juggling.

Hat tip to 3 Quarks Daily. I’ll keep trying anyhow.

About Matt Warren

I'm a husband, father, gamer, and restless quasi-intellectual. My interests include reading, gaming, and juggling knives while blindfolded and barrel-running down a steep hill.