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I was struck by a couple of comments on my last post about bringing civility back to social discourse. Folks were making the point that we all need to have more manners, especially our children, the vast majority of whom, apparently, have no manners at all. I'm not sure I want to dispute any of this, although I know quite a few well-mannered adolescents, and quite a few ill-mannered adults, but it seems to me that devoting a blog post to the state of our manners is not the best use of my time, inasmuch as writing goes, nor is it of yours, inasmuch as reading goes.

The fact of the matter is that people had bad manners 300 years ago, they have bad manners now, and they will always have bad manners. If you don't think this is true, and that there's some golden age when people were more polite than they are now, have a look at John Strausbaugh's review of John Kasson's monograph, Rudeness and Civility: Manners in Nineteenth Century Urban America, which appeared in American Heritage back in 1991. Kasson, professor emeritus of cultural history at the University of North Carolina, Chapel Hill, argues that manners are largely a function of "the political, economic, and social realities" of the moment. You can have a look at this and decide for yourselves. My point, however, is that thinking that people are lacking in manners today, any more so than they were at any time in the past, is not very worthwhile.

Before I let this go, I can't resist citing one of Strausbaugh's comments: "Were even the most casual of today’s Americans to visit a New York theater of the 1830s, they might well be shocked by the boisterous clamor of the “gentlemen” in the (all-male) audience, who might ... show their displeasure at the performers by hurling dead animals onto the stage."

I wonder if I could get away with that at a school board meeting.

Before you take umbrage, please note that my intention is not to bash your contribution. Rather, I am saying that your time is valuable and that you really should be doing something more meaningful with it. Peggy Noonan, whose weekly column is featured in the Wall Street Journal, thinks so, too. Back in April, in her column, "What Does This Moment Demand of Us?," Ms. Noonan laid the groundwork for what our behavior and comportment should be in the current political moment. It was largely spot on, so much so that I would like to cite it in detail:

Everything in our national political life is in flux. Don't just oppose. Take time to look at why you stand where you stand. Why are you a Democrat? What truths, goals, realities of that party deserve your loyalty? Republicans, the same.

Help your country in every way you can within your ken. National figures come and go, but local realities sink and spread; families fail or flourish. We are a great people and an earnest people. We forget this, especially in cynical times, but we are.

If I may be so bold, I would suggest that Ms. Noonan didn't go far enough. Now is the time, more than ever before, to do something. Never mind the sorry behavior of your neighbor, you (yes, you) need to go out and do your best to fix what's broken. There is so much to do in nearly every sphere of community and public life. It will be hard to make a fundamental impact on an issue of national import; Ms. Noonan is right to emphasize that much can be done (and should be done) right where you live.

It won't be easy. Local government agencies and the public schools don't want you messing around in their budget. Mediocrity, the inability to innovate, and bureaucratic group-think, to say nothing of the hubris and arrogance that often accompanies them, are not traits well disposed to constructive criticism and new ideas. Righting a wrong, fixing what's broken, may well mean shaking up the status quo and stepping on toes. If you keep to the facts, however, you can get things done.

Take LeeAnne Walters. A mother of four who was trained as a medical assistant, Ms. Walters decided to investigate, all on her own, the level of lead in the drinking water of Flint, Michigan, after her eyelashes fell out and her children exhibited signs of lead contamination. Despite her initial claims, the State of Michigan insisted the water was safe. At that point, she enlisted the help of an EPA official and an expert in lead corrosion from Virginia Tech. On her own, she collected more than 800 water samples across several Flint zip codes, which showed "that lead contamination levels in some areas were twice as high as what the EPA considered hazardous waste." Her efforts forced the governor of Michigan to stop supplying the city with water from the Flint River, led to a class-action law suit, and forced Michigan's Environmental Quality Director to resign. By the way, Ms. Walters' effort to right a wrong did indeed catapult her onto the national stage. She testified before congress and was one of the six people in the world to be awarded the 2018Goldman Environmental Prize for her efforts.

This story is a lot more complex than I've made it out to be here. The problems with water in Flint still linger on. Moreover, the point of the exercise isn't to gain yourself fame and fortune, in this case it just turned out that way. It is undoubtedly true, however, that the efforts of Ms. Walters--just one person--saved lives and warded off serious injury to many, many others, among them countless children. LeeAnne Walters isn't some superhero, she isn't someone with an advanced degree or lots of connections, this is someone like you and me. She saw something wrong and she did something about it. You could do the same.

Best wishes to all the fathers out there on the occasion of Father's Day. It is no doubt a hard job at times, but one of great gratification as well. In memory of my father and the only grandfather that I knew, thanks for all you did for me over the years. It is my honor to be known as your son and your grandson.

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