I remember watching the Iran Contra hearings as they unfolded. (Wow – I remember a lot of political stuff from growing up: 1980s election, Poland under martial law!) It was quite educational in terms of what our government is capable of.
It also taught me a new term: Plausible Deniability.
The idea of building up what amounted to an alibi of ignorance to protect higher ups who were guilty intrigued me. Being the rule follower that I am, I was aghast that people would so blatantly lie to cover up for a superior. The intriguing part was the amount of forethought that had to go into those lies to make them believable. I am not a “think ten steps ahead” type of gal – obviously!
What brought all of this to the front of my attention was when I recently rediscovered a photo of myself that must have been taken when I was about 12.
This is a cropped version with me, Ma and Tom. The rest of the picture showed that the event must have been a reunion for Tom’s family. In seeing this one and a few others taken on the day, it looks like it was a great event. I don’t have any recollection of it at all.
I am normally the one that remembers unusual events and reminds everyone else about them years later. That is what I do! Occasionally a couple events will morph into one in my memory, but they are still there. How do I not remember this fun reunion?
This has wracked my brain for a while. I’ve decided I know why I don’t remember it: I wasn’t there. Despite the photographic evidence, since I don’t remember it, it didn’t happen. That is my brain’s logical answer. I’m so glad I didn’t go the legal route after all! I guess my solution to this mental dissonance would be called implausible deniability.
Who else among my readers can normally remember a lifetime of obscure outings? or What political memories shaped you growing up?