Why We Believe What We Believe

Reality Can Be Confusing Enough Without the Blatant Manipulations of Those With an Agenda


I was barely two when I first realized someone was trying to manipulate my perception of reality. My mother was doing her best to distract me with photos in a Life Magazine that was as big as me. Sitting on her lap, I could sense her nervousness. I knew something was amiss.

But what?