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This is one of my presentations for Contemporary Issues class, addressing the subject of truth vs relativism. I just got my grade on it tonight (a 98!), and am excited to share it with you.
note: I'm not very fond of the title, I just had to come up with something quick before turning it in, so if something better comes to your mind while reading it, please share!
Nothing but the Truth
by Bethany Canaan
Setting: In the not-so-distant future.
There was no sky overhead, only bleak
patches of grey peeking from behind metallic spires. Who
looked up at the sky anyway? Well, Oliver admitted, pursing his lips to let out a stream of smoke, that’s what he was doing
right now. It was really pointless, but it gave him something to focus on as he took
his break. After another puff, the door to the ally creaked open.
Oliver lowered his head to meet the green eyes
of Wesley Barrett. There wasn’t much point in answering. Oliver was a captive audience until
he finished his cigarette. Why did Wesley torture him? The two of them were coworkers, both waiters
at one the cities most modern restaurants. Oliver guessed Wesley wasn’t that much older
then him, maybe mid twenties, and the fair-haired young man tried to befriend
everyone he met. They got along well enough, but Oliver hadn’t taken this job for the
social interaction. The way these new restaurants worked, customers just had to
push a few buttons and swipe a card, removing the nuisance of a waiter. All
Oliver had to do was deliver the right food to the right table, and could avoid
pretty much any human interaction the entire shift. Of course, there was always
that one disgruntled customer who needed someone to take their anger out on; no
machines could promise an end to that problem. Wesley was only too happy to see
that Oliver talked to someone.
Before Oliver even responded to his
question, Wesley went on.
“What is your opinion of truth?”
That was random.
“Truth…the whole truth, and nothing but
the truth? Is that even a thing anymore?” Oliver gave him a dry smile, bringing
his cigarette back to his mouth.
“Hard to tell, isn’t it?” Wesley said.
Deciding he could go along with it, at
least until the end of his break, Oliver took another drag before answering.
“Truth depends on the person- you know,
it can be different for everyone.”
“Sounds good in theory,” Wesley nodded.
“Sure. No hurt feelings that way.”
“But if everyone has their own opinion
on what’s true, can they all be right?”
Oliver gave Wesley a sideways look and
adjusted his lanky frame, resting his foot against the wall.
“I can’t tell them they’re wrong.”
“But you agree they can’t all be
correct?” Wesley said.
“I didn’t say that either.” What was
Wesley getting at? Why did it matter?
Wesley got a mischievous smile and
walked over to an empty pop can lying on the ground. He brought it over to
Oliver and held it out at arm’s length.
“I believe that this can wants to fly,
I really do. When I let go of it, it will shoot into the sky and be free.”
Oliver raised his eyebrows. He knew
Wesley was a little strange, but this?
“You ready?” there was excitement in
Wesley’s voice.
“Go for it.”
Wesley let go of it and the can fell
with a clank to the ground.
“Surprise, surprise.”
Wesley’s wide eyes turned to Oliver.
“But I really believed it! Shouldn’t it be true? Maybe I just need to try
again.”
Oliver rolled his eyes as Wesley picked
the can back up and held it out.
“On the count of three…one, two, three.”
Again, the can nose-dived and crashed.
“Why didn’t you tell me I was wrong?”
Wesley asked, leaving the can this time.
“If it makes you happy to believe cans
can fly, who am I to burst your bubble?”
“Let’s try something else then. What if
I believed I was the head chef here, instead of a waiter?”
“They’d kick your butt out of the
kitchen.”
“They probably would,” Wesley chuckled.
“So believing I was head chef wouldn’t make it true, you agree?”
Oliver could follow his logic and
didn’t like where it was going.
“But beliefs are different. Everyone
can have their own views, and it doesn’t affect anyone else, unlike you trying
to be a chef in the kitchen.”
“But it wouldn’t hurt anyone, right?”
“Sure...”
Wesley looked over his shoulder at the
road.
“You know what really makes me happy?”
“What?”
“Walking in the middle of the road. And
someone told me there’s a road block up, so no cars are out there right now.”
Wesley began to walk backwards toward the street, while Oliver looked on with
morbid curiosity.
“I really believe there aren’t any cars
right now, and I’ll be perfectly safe.”
This example was taking it a little too
far, Oliver thought, but Wesley couldn’t possibly be serious. He reached the
sidewalk, and was approaching the curb.
Wesley raised his voice to be heard
over the four lanes of traffic. “You don’t think I’m wrong do you?” he stepped off
the curb into the first lane. A car honked and swerved around him, but he kept
going.
“Are you crazy?” Oliver shouted, and
jogged towards him, stopping at the sidewalk.
“Are you going to force your beliefs on
me and say there’s cars here? That I’m wrong?” Wesley stretched out his arms,
motioning out. “There’s nothing here, I’m just fine.”
More honking and shouting filled the
air as Wesley made it to the second lane. Oliver looked down the road to see
the light turn green, a semi and bus coming one way, and row of cars and trucks
the other. There was no room to avoid an obstacle.
“Tell me I’m wrong!” Wesley called.
Standing in the road like that, he was
just asking to be killed.
“Or maybe you’re fine with what’s true
for me isn’t true for you? Come on, say it! Am I wrong?”
“You’re wrong!” Oliver yelled, tossing
away his cigarette, and running out to Wesley. He grabbed his arm and pulled
him back to the sidewalk just a second before the semi came roaring by.
Wesley had the biggest grin on his
face. Oliver felt like punching him.
“What on earth did you do that for?”
Oliver’s heart was still pounding, and he couldn’t get over how relaxed Wesley
was.
“Truth
is important, isn’t it? And what makes it true, makes it true for everyone.”
“I need another cigarette.” Oliver turned
back towards the ally while fumbling in his pockets for the box.
Wesley glanced at his watch. “Break’s
about over.”
“Who cares? We have a conversation to
finish.”
Wesley’s smile grew even wider. “Do you
understand my point?”
“Don’t you think that was a pretty
extreme way to make it?”
Wesley shrugged. “If that’s what it
takes. Can’t you see the idiocy of relative truth? The word itself is
practically an oxymoron. We base our lives around absolute truths every day-
the sun comes up, we depend on our heart to keep beating and our lungs to
function. The earth rotates at the perfect speed, and holds together, helping
sustain billions of lives. We know gravity will hold us down so we won’t float
off into space, and- ”
“We know if we try to walk across a
busy road without looking, we’ll probably die.”
“Now you got it!” Wesley laughed. “The problem is, people don’t use relativism
to only rationalize beliefs, but actions too. If something feels right, people
do it. It’s getting harder and harder to tell, but our society it built on some
absolutes that form our laws. But even those are being corrupted by quote
‘tolerance’ and ‘personal freedom’. Where does it stop? We need truth to depend
on, to place our trust in. If things really were relative…it would be a
nightmare. And not believing the truth is very dangerous.”
Wesley left Oliver with those words,
heading back inside. Leaning back against the wall, Oliver ran his hand through
his dark hair. He was frustrated, but at the same time, it made sense. Could
people decide what was true for themselves with their only “absolutes” being
ever-changing feelings? He had to admit
that’s what he did himself, and while he had never thought much about religion,
he justified what he did plenty of times using that reasoning. Thanks for
turning my world upside down, Wesley, real pal you are.
Returning
to work didn’t keep Oliver from thinking about what Wesley said. And with those
thoughts playing over and over in his mind, he kept seeing examples of people
following their own ideas of right and wrong.
While
wiping down a table, he saw one man come in, slip a gold band from his finger
to his pocket, then join an attractive, and much younger woman in a cozy corner
booth. At another table two men talked
softly and gazed into each other’s eyes. Oliver never understood why anyone
would fall in love with a person of the same gender, but just because it wasn’t
what he wanted didn’t mean he could speak against someone else.
He and
Wesley only saw each other a couple times the rest of that evening, but were
both too busy to say more then a brief “hey”. Their shifts ended at the same
time, and Oliver took his time getting his jacket so he could walk out with
Wesley.
“Phew!
Haven’t had a shift that busy in while,” Wesley said, holding the door for
Oliver.
“Yeah…”
“Got
something on your mind?”
Oliver let
out a laugh. “You think? What made you bring up that topic?”
“It’s been
on my mind lately, and it’s something people don’t think about. They don’t ask
if something’s true or right, they ask how it’s makes them feel. But that
doesn’t work. We need truth.”
Oliver
nodded thoughtfully.
“Now here’s
another question...where does truth come from?” Wesley asked, stopping at the
street corner.
“Do you
have an answer for that one?” Oliver said, cocking an eyebrow at him.
“I think
that’s another conversation.”
“Do you
work tomorrow?”
Wesley
grinned. “I do. See you then?”
“You got
it.”
Very, very good story!!!! The two characters are very interesting guys, and the topic is one that needs to he discussed more :)
ReplyDeleteI've had some fun facebook discussions on truth recently.
It's funny how one word can have much controversy around it :)
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You're a talented writer Bethany! I really enjoyed this story! It reminded me of John 8:32~ "Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free."
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing! This got me thinking!