I had an interesting post-factual encounter the other day. Youâve probably heard the term âpost-factualâ recently. After all, we just came through a whole slew of the most fact-challenged election campaigns in history.
Itâs also sometimes called âpost-truth,â which was named the 2016 Word of the Year by the Oxford Dictionaries. It refers to the age we now find ourselves in, an age in which âobjective facts are less influential than appeals to emotion and personal belief.â
In other words, âMy mind is made up â donât try to confuse me with facts.â
My post-factual encounter happened at the bank on a Saturday morning. When I walked in, a friendly young man met me and asked, âHow can we help you today?â
We?
I looked around at the hollow bank, with a half-dozen teller stations (all empty) and several little glassed-in offices (all empty) before I noticed that there were indeed two other employees working quietly at desks. Otherwise the bank was deserted. No other employees, no other customers.
I told him I wanted to do a couple thingsâdeposit a few checks, withdraw a little money from my account â and he pointed to a machine that could do all that for me.
I walked up to the robot teller, inserted my bank card, and started conducting my business. But he seemed like a nice young man with nothing else to do, so I struck up a bit of conversation.
âYou know,â I said, âwhen I was your age, a bank this size on a Saturday morning would have been filled with people â customers, and also employees to help them. Now itâs only me and you. The customers are gone because they can do most of their banking online except for a few tasks that have to be done in the bank itself. And when a customer comes into the bank to do those things, your only job is to point to the robot that can do the work. Thatâs dozens of bank jobs lost, and none of them went to China or anyplace else. They were eaten by technology.â
I gave him a meaningful look. âAnd technology is still hungry,â I said, finishing my rant.
I could have added, âAnd where will you be once everybody knows how to use the robot teller and the bank no longer needs a âstep right this wayâ greeter?â But he was a nice young man, and that would have been cruel. I didnât come in to ruin anybodyâs day.
A young lady working at a desk overheard my comment and she came over to join in, because whatever she was doing must have been less important (or less necessary) than whatever chat we were having. Now I had the undivided attention of two-thirds of the bankâs entire Saturday workforce.
âI overheard what you were saying,â she said, âand itâs not true.â
Excuse me?
âThis branch has always had only three employees working here on a Saturday. We havenât cut down on staff at all.â
âWell, Iâm sure thatâs true, as far as it goes,â I said. âBut this branch was built just three years ago. I watched as they built it. But Iâm not talking about comparing your branchâs staffing today to what it was three years ago. Iâm talking about banking 30 or 40 years ago.â
âWeâve always had only three employees here on a Saturday,â she said again. I checked to see if she was trailing an extension cord behind her, because it was like having a discussion with a mechanical woman. Maybe technology had already gone even further than I supposed.
The young lady was maybe 24 years old, which means that her job at this new branch may have been the first job she has ever had straight out of college. And, like many 24-year-olds, she was certain that the universe blinked into existence when she was born â or maybe just when she started paying attention to it.
In any case, she had never known banks to be any different at any time in her life. And so, her âtruthâ was universal enough (to her) that she felt compelled to offer history lessons to anyone who said anything different. Even if the person to whom she was offering her lesson had actually been there to see it with his own eyes.
âAre you saying that a bank this size, 30 years ago, wouldnât have been filled with customers and employees to serve them on a Saturday morning?â I asked. âAre you saying I imagined seeing that?â
âWeâve just made banking more convenient,â she said. âPeople like the convenience.â
âAll that is true,â I said, âas far as it goes. But thatâs not the point I was making. My point is that dozens of banking jobs were lost to that convenience. Itâs the same at the grocery store and a hundred other places â like farms, factories and mines. And we wonât get those jobs back, because they didnât go to China, or anywhere else. They went to technology. This bank is empty because the machines ate the jobs.â
âWe have always had only three employees at this branch on a Saturday,â she said. I didnât catch her name on her nametag, but it might have been DĂ©jĂ Vu. Then she smiled and whirred back to her station to plug back in.
I left without saying anything else, because all I had to offer was facts based on first-hand personal experience, and facts are a currency with no value in a post-factual world.
Iâll miss her when that branch has only two Saturday employees a few more years from now.