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The Lost Art of “I Don’t Know”
Our failure to acknowledge what we don’t know slows racial healing
I think it likely coincided with the invention of social media and our new-ish world of instant reaction and gratification, but at some point in the last 20 years, far too many people have forgotten how to say the three magic words we all want to hear from time to time.
I DON’T KNOW
It rears its ugly head in the most unnecessary places.
“Do you know if the chicken dish on the menu has any gluten in it?” one restaurant-goer asks the waiter.
“I’m pretty sure it doesn’t.”
Pretty sure, as we know, is code word for you have no damn idea.
I even once asked a young adult working at a smoothie bar in Bexley, Ohio if the peanut butter they use had sugar in it.
“I don’t think so,” which is another synonym for no clue.
“Can you please check,” I followed up.
And I kid you not, the young woman went to the back room for 12 seconds and returned with a prompt “No sugar!”
I could tell the way her eyes shifted that she didn’t even look at the jar’s ingredients list to see if it had any sugar. As a trial lawyer of 26 years, I have nearly perfected…
