Would the
fiery pants fit if you said, “Liar, Liar, pants on fire!” to your neighbor? To
someone you don’t particularly like? To a politician? Perhaps the fiery pants
would fit if you said this burning rhyme to the mirror? Are we becoming—or
worse: have we become--a nation of liars? Stragglers, loners, losers—are those
who refuse to lie naive, nitwitty, nuts?
I think a
good case can be made for the proposition that there has been a marked increase
in lying over the past fifty years or so. Wearing metaphorical fiery pants
while wearing cool clothes has, I think, become the style. (Take
what I write with a pinch of salt, please—I am old, and old people tend to
idealize the past. I don’t. think I do, however. I acknowledge that life before
the civil rights movement was not much of a life for millions of my fellow
citizens. I also acknowledge that Joseph Goebbels was (again metaphorically) alive and well in the America of my birth. Still…)
There is
evidence for this trend. Lying is certainly associated with narcissism—for the
narcissist, truth is more or less what is subjectively to the narcissist's advantage—and this malady has been demonstrated to be on the increase. Jean
Twenge, a psychologist and coauthor of The Narcissism Epidemic reports that
millennials are scoring significantly higher on The Narcissistic Personality
Inventory, which measures the sad, ongoing journey to selfie from self.
I am
therefore confident that writing about the increase of the narcissist's pick-me-up, namely lying, is not sour grapes
from a bitter old man; I’m writing about sour grapes that are being consumed by
the present generation as if they were candy. Sugar coated selfy grapes might
seem sweet at first, but they are certainly not part of a heart-healthy diet!
I will
provide two egregious examples of narcissistic lying. The first is the case of
Jussie Smollett. The second is the pants-on-fire guy in the White House.
It seems to
be quite likely that Mr. Smollett staged a hate crime in which he played the
victim. He likely did this to gain sympathy, specifically. to get a raise—(He was
working as an actor on a cable show, and was already extremely well-paid.)
Let us
assume he is guilty, which is very likely. How did he react when the mounting evidence indicated that he was lying. He double-downed on his lies. He
asserted that he was telling the truth “from day one.” As a “man of faith” he
claims that he could not be lying. He wouldn’t be “his mother’s son” if he were
not telling the truth.
How can
someone lie so shamelessly?
When I was an elementary school student in the 1950s, I remember
what was then a familiar story, albeit an apocryphal one: George Washington and the Cherry Tree. The
young Washington received a gift of a hatchet from his father when the former
was six years old. George used it to take a few swings at one of his father’s cherry trees. "Who did this," asked his
angry father. The future president famously responded “I cannot tell a lie—I
did it!" His father embraced him, informing him that telling the truth was worth
a thousand cherry trees.
Yes, this anecdote never happened, but that’s not the point. The
lesson to be learned was that telling the truth is essential. “Truth is relative, and, by the way, You’re special!”
was not part of the 1950s elementary school curriculum.
My wife who
emigrated from India in 1972, learned similar lessons at school. She remembers a
little anecdote about a guru. A woman wanted her son to stop eating sweets; he wouldn’t listen to her, and continued to eat sweets on the sly. So
she brought him to a guru. “Swami, please tell my son to stop eating sweets—it
is ruining his health." The swami was silent. The mother couldn’t believe the silence ringing in her ears. At last the guru told her to return with her son
in a week. When they returned, the guru lost no time in telling the son not to
eat sweets. "Thank you, Swami” the mother replied. “But why were you silent
last week?” “I had to give up sweets first. A man of truth must practice
what he preaches."
It’s a
kid’s story, true, but it contains a lesson kids must learn if they are to
become non-narcissistic adults: develop a moral compass that always points to integrity. Tell the truth, even if it puts you at a disadvantage. It’s not all
about you!
2.
A German
professor once said to our class, “Viele im Kleinen haben gedacht was Hitler im
Grossen gedacht hatte.” (Many (in Germany) thought in lower-case what Hitler in
upper-case thought.” I never forgot that sentence. Big Liars can infect us and lead us over the precipice. It happened before.
Perhaps Smollett can be viewed as one of those little liars, a chemical drip
precipitated into reality by the pernicious solution concocted by the Big Liar at the top.
Can you imagine what boy-Trump would have replied to his father? “Daddy, what’s
cherry tree? What’s a hatchet?” Pressed further, he would surely have blamed it on a bad black boy named Obama.
Our current president has reportedly told over
two thousand lies since he’s been in office--a dismal precedent. How many people have descended
into rodents blissfully following the Pied Piper of Queens? Many, I’m afraid.
Trump is without a doubt a malignant narcissist. Good for him is what serves him; Evil for
him is what opposes him—that is, Morality. How long can this go on? Can we afford
to wait until it’s raining smolletts? Where will Truth take shelter then?
Our house is on fire! Where can Truth take shelter now?
Our house is on fire! Where can Truth take shelter now?
Among senators; among members of Congress; among smolletts; beside our President? We are Truth’s
ambassadors! We cannot tell a lie! Yeah, right.