University Park was a tony, leafy, well-to-do neighborhood in Northwest Washington - an all white, deeply progressive part of town, one in which residents took their political beliefs seriously and were not shy to show them off. All the cars parked up and down the sycamore, ash, and maple-lined streets were either EVs or hybrid SUVs - a uniformity surprising given the disposable income of the community and the range of vehicle offerings on the market. However, in early decades the neighborhood was equally consistent, first with Volvo station wagons, then Priuses.
The reason for such consistent uniformity was due diligence. The residents of University Park had done their homework before buying and bought only the safest, most energy-efficient, most reliable cars on the market. The Volvos were road tanks that would survive even the most horrendous of crashes, and despite the fact that everyone, thanks to the same cautious, reasonable approach to buying cars, drove them under the speed limit, made complete stops at intersections, and obeyed all road signs, buying the safest cars made infinite, logical sense.
The new hybrids were no different - while smaller and more vulnerable in horrific accidents, they were better for the environment, less polluting, more considerate of others, and the right thing to do.
When electric vehicles came on the market - a more serious, deliberate answer to climate change - the residents of University Park lined up. Despite the well-known geopolitical costs to depending on war-torn countries' rare earth materials necessary for EV batteries, the pollutants attendant upon producing electricity for charging, and the environmental risks of hazardous waste disposal - all no-no issues for environmentalists - the wait for EVs was long.
The hybrid SUV craze was an amalgamation of all the above. Not quite tanks, but armored and riding high, equipped with every possible safety gadget available, and less-polluting than gas-powered cars, they flew out of car dealerships.
All this would be well and good, but a neighborhood with only these types of vehicles? Not a sedan in sight?
Groupthink has been well-researched. There is a tendency for socially appropriate consistent uniformity within homogeneous groups. It is not surprising that University Park with its high proportion of lawyers, doctors, investors, financial analysts, and high-tech engineers would think similarly when it came to purchase decisions; and so it was that few women wore high heels, designer clothes, diamonds, and gold earrings.
A string of pearls on occasion, comfortable shoes, simple patterned dresses and suits, few hats and certainly no perfume more than sufficed and made a statement that was consistent with everything else. A business suit or a plain, simply-patterned dress was like a Prius - the buyer has been intelligent, judicious, and world-aware in both. Add to that the equally persistent social trait of belonging, and you have a lockstep community of like-minded neighbors.
This is where the understandability stops, for University Park is a profoundly intolerant neighborhood. Any diversion from these well-established norms is looked at with opprobrium if not suspicion. People talk openly about their hatred for Donald Trump, the American Right, and conservatism. Neighborhood chit chat, casual encounters at Whole Foods, and locker room banter at the gym is all consistently and presumptively conservative. No one there could ever possibly imagine a Trump supporter. Talk is loudly, proudly, and publicly of Trump and Israel hatred, Hitler, insurrectionists, cracker mentality, and Bible-thumping ignorance. All nod in approval.
Groupthink in University Park was at its worst during COVID where there was absolutely no room for debate, discussion, or objections to the received wisdom. The neighborhood was shut down, residents wore hazard suits and gas masks, and vigilantes walked the streets to enforce compliance with the established, undeniable, right approach to the pandemic.
Everything, absolutely everything was in conformity and perfectly consistent. The ethos, the zeitgeist, the prevailing norms of the community was unassailable in a virtual fortress.
Hate Has No Home Here, Black Lives Matter, Asylum Seekers Welcome lawn signs, balcony banners and festoons were on every lawn. The cars, the clothes, the proper COVID behavior, the Trump outrage were not enough. Something visual and unavoidable had to be added to the vitae.
Perhaps more to the point no American flags flew anywhere. Not one house up and down the avenues and streets of University Park displayed a flag, for it had become a symbol of right wing extremism, a MAGA, corrupt, distorted patriotism that smacked of storm troopers and torchlight parades.
All communities display some sort of uniform behavior. Adolescents cannot be told apart, so similar are they in dress, hairstyle, tastes and behavior; and few adults ever grow out of this need for belonging and need for legitimacy and identity. The residents of University Park say to everyone, 'I Am A Progressive', more than any talent, interest or taste. It defines me perfectly, it provides a consistent, harmonious picture of who I am.
The Left's famous diversity claims plurality, but groupthink has assured that every one of its potpourri marches to the same drummer. Race, gender, and ethnicity along with climate wisdom, socialist economics, and accommodating internationalism make up the canon, the liturgy, and the articles of faith. This 'inclusivity' is an infectious viral indoctrination, and the people of University Park have fallen for it hook, line, and sinker.
In fact there is no diversity there, no inclusivity, no equity - it is a gulag, an intellectual concentration camp, a reservation of complacency and conformity.
So while one might have some give when it comes to judging this tony corner of the Nation's Capital - all communities seem to subscribe to the same cloistered needs - it is hard to forget that the people living there are among the best educated, more advanced degrees than any in the city and are parallel to Cambridge and Berkeley. Post-graduate education is supposed to be an indicator of advanced thinking, a trained ability to analyze, reflect, consider, and then conclude.
How and why, then, is there so little of such logic, so little independent thought, so much intellectual conformity and so dutiful a slavishness to prevailing, narrow norms? Either the smartest people on the block are actually the dumbest, or the virus of progressivism is fatal. Probably both.