We’re losing the battle of ideas. Oh, and facts. I tell you, those things are strewn across the battlefield. Some are still twitching, but it doesn’t look good for facts. Somebody should really call a medic.
I suppose I should start by pointing out that I am a Canadian, living in Canada, so that’s going to colour my viewpoint (and the way I spell “color”). That said, when I think about the political and social divides we’re seeing these days, especially in places like the United States, I can’t help but feel that we’ve lost something. Maybe even something vital. Vital in the sense that it keeps us alive.
The election south of where I live returned Donald Trump to power, despite every prediction that suggested it was a done deal for the Democrats. This was followed by an outpouring of righteous horror which was then followed by something even worse. People breaking off relationships, deleting friends, severing family ties—all because they dared to vote “wrong.”
On one hand, things totally rock. Not everything is awesome, but there’s a lot to get excited about. We’re living in a time of unparalleled discovery, a time where technology and science are taking us to places our ancestors couldn’t even imagine. And yet, instead of celebration, there’s this overwhelming sense of darkness and doom. It’s like the Apocalypse, but you can still buy coffee and donuts, like in the LEGO Movie 2. Good morning, sewer babies!
But here’s the thing about digital diasporas (oh, yeah, totally forgot about Diaspora) they often reinforce the very divisions we need to bridge. When we retreat to our new, safe platforms, our carefully curated spaces where everyone there thinks like us, and votes like us, we’re not just changing our social media preferences. We’re actively participating in the bifurcation of our shared reality. We’re basically creating parallel universes of thought, each with its own truth, its own facts, its own version of reality. Earth-left and Earth-right as opposed to Earth One.
And yes, maybe it’s too late to reverse this particular digital divide. The eXodus to blue skies (see what I did there) is already well under way, the lines have been drawn, and the spaces have been claimed. But that doesn’t mean I’m wrong about our need for better storytelling, for building bridges rather than walls, even great walls (okay, I’ll stop). If anything, it makes the whole eXperiment more urgent. (Okay, okay!)
Because here’s what we know… Trump’s electoral success wasn’t just about manipulation or misinformation, and let’s be clear, there was a lot of both. It was about resonance. His messages found purchase in minds that progressive narratives failed to reach. And if we’re serious about advancing progressive ideas, we need to acknowledge an uncomfortable truth. We’re going to need allies on the right. Not because we agree with everything they believe, but because change, real, lasting change, requires a broad coalition of minds working together.
The future isn’t about safe spaces or echo chambers, or if it is, we’re in even more trouble than we are right now. It’s about creating brave spaces, not safe spaces, where different ideas can coexist, collide, and sometimes combine into something new. It’s about recognizing that even those we disagree with might have ideas on what it is we need to build a better world.
So yes, let the social media landscape fragment. Companies come and go and my ICQ client has been really quiet for a few years now. So, let platforms rise and fall. But let’s not mistake platform loyalty for progress. The real work happens in the spaces between, in the conversations we have with those who think differently, in the stories we tell that bridge divides rather than deepen them, and in those moments when we choose engagement over retreat.
Because in the end, the battle of ideas isn’t really about winning or losing, whatever we think we learn from this polarized landscape. It’s about evolution, and evolution is slow. And sometimes, it’s also a painful process of growth and change that happens only when different perspectives collide and combine.
And that’s a story worth telling, again and again, until we get it right.
Now, feel free to tell me I’m wrong. Leave a comment. Share with others, but join the conversation, whether you’re on the left, or the right, or here in the middle where I mostly hang out.