Butterfly Effect
In 1952, science fiction writer Ray Bradbury published a short story titled “A Sound of Thunder,” almost certainly inspiring the thought-problem term “butterfly effect” coined by meteorologist Edward Norton Lorenz in the 1960s.
“Butterfly Effect” describes the phenomenon of a tiny event (the death of a butterfly under time-traveler Eckels’ boot, in Bradbury’s story) inexplicably causing a huge consequence later on.
In 9th grade I managed a paperback book shelf inside Perry East Junior High before school and spent most of my earnings there. I bought “R is for Rocket,” an anthology containing the short story by Bradbury and devoured every word.
This story stuck with me perhaps more than the others, and only partly because of the unintended consequence at the end involving the election of a strong man named Deutscher as president, “not that fool weakling Keith.”
At the beginning of the story, the “man behind the desk” at the time travel agency had been excited about the election of Keith.
For one thing, I resolved then and there not to run for public office.
But also my 9th-grade mind was sharp enough to realize that small actions can also, sometimes, yield big results.
Given time.
So I also resolved to engage in those small acts of kindness in the hope for better outcomes.
Yesterday, a little better than half our country’s voters elected what they perceive as a “strong man.” (He isn’t, but that’s irrelevant.)
Each vote cast contributed to that outcome, and it was overnight — even though the small events that led to his popularity took decades — against all odds, common sense, moral dignity and good taste — to have their cumulative effect.
What I want to advocate now is serious rebellion against that trend — in tiny, quiet, small ways. Acts of kindness. Words of support. Unashamed expressions of brotherly love. Showing grace. Being generous. Fostering unity.
It may take time — perhaps not millions of years, like Eckels’ journey — but that only means the best time to start is right now.
I might even end up running for public office as a result.
You might one day elect that fool weakling Keith.
(Below: 1. an excerpt from near the close of “A Sound of Thunder.” 2. The story’s earlier description of Deutscher.)

