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I have visited Israel, and so informed my potential host. This country is known to restrict the entry of those who have visited Israel. I’ve been invited to visit a country in the Middle East for the purpose of evaluating an educational program. Still, adjectives like ‘‘bogus’’ are generally a clue that you’re doing something skeevy. No serious buyer should make the decision to buy or set the price on the basis of a judgment of the market interest shown in a couple of phone calls. As you say, the deception isn’t likely to have played a decisive role in the process, and if it did, I’m inclined to say caveat emptor. You deliberately conveyed a false impression. That the facts mentioned in the conversation were truths does not correct for the larger dishonesty. Here’s an easy test: If your impostures had been exposed at the time, your prospective buyers would have felt deceived - and your cheeks would probably have burned with shame. Because the content of the bogus calls was factually correct, their inauthenticity hardly seems consequential, especially given how long the buyer took to make an offer and close on the property. One person attending one of these open houses, whom I believe overheard my sales monologue, made an offer a few weeks later, ultimately buying the property. I never gave the impression that bids were being offered or attributed these calls to actual customers. I would answer with a monologue of sales talk designed to be overheard. At times when the number of calls slowed, or at other propitious moments, I would have a friend make bogus calls to me. This often increased their interest in the property. A barrage of calls meant that these potential buyers overheard a steady flow of ringtones, enthusiastic sales talk and appointments being made. During my open-house events, I often took phone calls in the presence of prospective buyers from other interested parties. I’m not a Realtor or an agent, but I sold my properties personally. Some years ago, I flipped a few residential properties. Still, whether or not you watch these clips, you’re right to think that responsible citizens need to keep an eye on what is being done in their name. Historical patterns of underpolicing, too, can cost lives. Don’t let their power foreclose conversation and inquiry, and remember that not everything that matters is caught on video. Just remember, images are often better at showing the what than the why. You don’t have to watch to ‘‘stay woke.’’ Yet many people say these visual experiences lend urgent reality to something that might otherwise have remained vaporously abstract. I tend not to watch these things - I have never watched the video of the planes hitting the World Trade Center either - because I have the sense that such images penetrate my consciousness in ways that dull rather than sustain my moral feelings. You would be failing to respect the humanity of the victims only if you responded to the images without sympathy or outrage. Watching videos of abuse isn’t itself abusive, although, like your snuff-film viewer, you can certainly respond to them in morally discreditable ways. I feel an obligation to witness what the police are doing to (primarily) black families and communities, but I also don’t want to further violate what little posthumous humanity these victims have left. But it seems invasive to the victims to impose myself like some snuff-film viewer. As a taxpaying citizen and voter, I view these men and women as working on my behalf. I’ve been struggling to decide whether to watch the growing number of videos of police shootings. But evidence shows that it is pretty unreliable, and my guess is that it’s not likely to be more reliable when applied to your father. You’re basically relying on your ‘‘gaydar’’ here. Human sexuality is complicated one high-school crush doesn’t settle the question. What you have, it seems to me, is a hunch. Name Withheldįirst, you can’t be guilty of ‘‘hiding the truth’’ unless you’re in possession of the truth. Plus, she may have already figured it out and resolved it in her own way (though, if that were so, I expect she would have mentioned it to me, her gay son). Even if my father really was keeping a secret, there’s no way to know whether he broke a commitment to her. I’m hard-pressed to think of a way my story could benefit my mother, who is now in her 80s. The only thing of which I am certain is that he let me down. But it’s possible that he invented his ‘‘confession’’ in a misguided attempt to help me, abandoning the strategy after it failed.
Am I obliged to tell my mother any of this? The thought that I have been complicit in hiding the truth from her makes me uncomfortable.