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Thoughts about Prayers

Listening to the current national conversation, one might believe our only two options for managing a public health crisis are either to follow the advice of medical experts or to “pray about it.” Aside from the latter choice being misguided and possibly deadly, it also suggests that prayer must be done in isolation from other action. I would suggest that those who believe in praying can offer their heavenly petitions while keeping their distance from others, wearing their masks, and washing their hands. It doesn’t have to be an either-or.

Most of the atheists I’ve known have at some point made a statement similar to this one: “I just don’t believe in some great fairy in the sky.” Well, I am a theist, not an atheist, and I also do not believe in some great fairy who rules the universe with a magic wand. The space here does not allow a theological treatise on God’s nature; and even if it did, I’d be ill equipped to lead that study. However, since one’s approach to prayer is determined by one’s concept of God, it might be helpful to look at the source which many of those who have opted to “just pray about it” claim as their inspiration: the Christian Bible.

I’m a writer and retired English professor, not a theologian, and I don’t want anyone to think I’m launching into a sermon. But since “thoughts and prayers” is one of our current cultural clichés, I decided to do a bit of digging to see what prayer really is and how it’s recorded in religious texts, the Bible in particular. Here are a few of the things I learned.

Prayer is mentioned hundreds of times, and hundreds of individual prayers are recorded in the Bible. Prayers fall into several categories: worship, peace and comfort, confession/repentance, forgiveness, and petition. (Remember, I’m not a theologian, so I don’t claim my lists are exhaustive.)

I’m as confused as anyone else by some of the prayers and the concept of God recorded in the Old Testament. Asking God to destroy whole civilizations, including every man, woman, child, animal, and cockroach evokes a concept of God which is a bit scary; so if it’s okay with you, I’ll stick mostly to the New Testament.

What I find in the New Testament prayers is not humans abdicating their own responsibility but humans asking God to empower them with the strength, boldness, endurance, and wisdom to carry out those responsibilities. Those who pray for God to end a deadly virus while they continue on in their normal routines are abdicating their own responsibilities and evoking the “great fairy” image of a God who might, with a wave of the magic wand, rid the world of a disease. Those who choose praying about gun violence, while stockpiling munitions and voting for lawmakers who allow such stockpiling, abdicate their human responsibility to guard the social welfare and expect God to save people’s lives. Those who admonish us to pray for our “president” while they vote for those who enable his corruption abdicate their human responsibility to elect responsible lawmakers and expect God to change someone who doesn’t want to be changed. It doesn’t work that way.

Although Philippians 4:13 is not a prayer, it seems a good place to start: “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.” I start here because I think this verse suggests a divine-human partnership in which the human is committed to right actions and the divine is the source when enables the human to carry out those actions when they are in accordance with divine principles. Such requests as “help our team win” may not exactly meet the requirement of aligning with divine principles. Just saying.

Romans 8:26–“Likewise the Spirit helps us in our weakness; for we do not know how to pray as we ought . . .”–reinforces the idea that God strengthens humans to do good works but does not promise to clean up the damage when humans act in their own selfish interests.

Borrowing just one example from the Old Testament, remember the story of Sodom and Gomorrah. In the book of Genesis, Abraham negotiates with God to spare Sodom from destruction brought on by the corruption that has engulfed the city. God’s response is that God will spare the city if Abraham can find a particular number of righteous people. The number continues to decrease until God finally says, “Okay, warn your nephew Lot to take his family and leave, and then I’ll do the job.” The story gets a lot creepier after that, but the point I’d like to make here is that God is unwilling to take action without some human cooperation. God is not our fixer.

The Lord’s Prayer, sometimes called the Model Prayer, suggests the same spirit of human-divine cooperation: “Forgive us our sins as we forgive those who sin against us.” There are no freebies here; those who want God to do God’s part must first be willing to do their own part.

In Jesus’ well-known prayer in the Garden of Gethsemane, just before his arrest, Jesus prays: “My father, if it is possible, let this cup pass from me; yet not what I want but what you want” (Matthew 26:39). Even Jesus knows it’s not all about him and his freedom to do as he wishes while God takes care of the business of running the world. Jesus makes himself a willing participant, knowing the grave suffering he is about to face.  

Some people today seem to view God as the Michael Cohen in the sky, the fixer who will clean up human messes without our having any responsibility to help. I don’t believe it works that way. I believe if prayer is to have any effect at all, it must be active, not passive. Prayers recorded in the Bible are answered or unanswered depending on the degree to which they align with what is already known of God and God’s plan. The person praying is asking to be equipped for his/her personal mission. I agree with the adage, “Put feet under your prayers.” To put it another way, pray on your feet, not your butt.

Sending “thoughts and prayers” to families torn apart by gun violence or police overreach, while opposing any action that might reduce further incidents of carnage, is an insult to those families and makes a mockery of human communication with the divine. I’ve read numerous comments from finger- waggers on social media admonishing those who oppose the current corruption in our government to just shut up and pray about it. “Pray for our ‘president’; don’t point out his incompetence and criminality.” Am I allowed to do both?

Those who believe in prayer should by all means keep praying. Our nation needs all the help it can get to climb out of this mess, and seeking guidance and strength from the Almighty seems a good place to start but not to end. My mother often told me “God helps those who help themselves.” It’s our job to make this nation what it should be: yours and mine. Some may believe God has a part in it; I believe that. But I don’t believe God will take the wreck we’ve made and put all the pieces back together while we continue to do things which exacerbate the problem. We have to help ourselves if we expect God to help us.

Here’s my prayer for the day. (Just to be clear, I don’t own a hunting rifle.)

Now I kneel me down to pray,

A bottle of hand sanitizer a few inches away.

A mask is nearby, on demand

In case a non-family member is close at hand.

My hunting rifle is locked away in its case

And an assault rifle would be out of place.

I’ve written my senators and my rep

Encouraging them to stay in step.

I’ve done what Jesus said to do:

Love my God and love all of you.

I didn’t vote for Donald Trump

Because I’m not a big dumb lump.

My mail-in ballot is ready to go,

With votes for all of the candidates who show

Integrity and an ounce of wit,

Who know how to get us out of this shit.

I’ve tried my best to do my part.

Now I ask you, God, to strengthen my heart

To continue the fight for right and good,

And to keep doing all I should.

Our country’s in a great big mess,

So we ask you all of our hearts to bless.

Amen

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Living in Responsibility

Americans love to talk and sing about their freedom. Two days ago, we indulged in our annual orgy of wearing red-white-blue outfits, shooting off fireworks, and smugly proclaiming “’Merica!” Amid all of the hype, what gets lost is that we as a nation have achieved freedom for some by stripping it from others. The elephant in the room is the fact that we have built an empire on stolen land and used stolen humans to help with the construction.

What also gets lost in the hype is the balance between freedom and responsibility. I have recently made a long-distance move and have become an apartment dweller for the first time in many decades, so I’m learning a lot about freedom and responsibility. I have the freedom and the right to play my TV set any time of the day or night at whatever volume I choose, but I have the responsibility to be courteous to my neighbors and give them the freedom to listen to their own TV programs, not mine. Since I now live in a state where recreational marijuana use is legal, our community standards respect the right of residents to smoke pot but ask that they take the responsibility to be considerate of neighbors who may be sensitive to the smoke. (I don’t smoke.) I collect the leaves that I sweep off my deck in a dustpan and dispose of them in my trash rather than sweeping them off the edge, because they would litter the patio of the neighbor whose apartment is below mine.

The U.S. response to the coronavirus has been inept to say the least and a national disgrace to be more accurate. The current dearth of intelligent, responsible leadership is the leading cause of our failure to flatten the curve, but close behind is the mass of freedom-loving Americans who never got the memo that freedom is balanced by responsibility. Then throw in the twisted thinking of the loudly vocal evangelical faction who love to sprinkle their conversations with cherry-picked Bible phrases, and you have a pretty good picture of how we got where we are.

I’ve reached the point where if I hear one more person say wearing a mask or social distancing constitutes “living in fear,” I’m sure my response will not be very Christian. It’s true that the expressions “fear not” and “do not fear” appear often in the Christian Bible as God assures humans God has their backs and they can rely on God’s love. II Timothy 1:7 is often cherry-picked and referenced: “For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind.” Okay, let’s think about that.

First, the word “fear” has a broad range of meanings; all fears are not the same. Fearing God doesn’t mean being terrified of God; it means holding God in awe and reverence. Phobias are irrational fears. I’m claustrophobic, and I could not rationally explain to you why being in a closed space–or even thinking about being in a closed space–sends my blood pressure soaring, starts my stomach churning, and makes my skin crawl and almost break a sweat; but that’s what happens. There’s a whole list of things people fear with no rational explanation.

Fear of death is one which nearly all humans share. Even those who don’t fear a dark afterlife have some qualms about how their deaths will occur, whether they’ll suffer at the end, and other understandable concerns. Fear of public speaking has sometimes been ranked even higher in prevalence than the fear of death, because we all share the dread of looking foolish and sounding stupid.

Then there are what I would call healthy or survival fears, those which contribute to our longevity. I fear walking or driving too close to the edge of a precipice; I’ll never be one of those who die by falling off a cliff while trying to capture the perfect selfie to post on social media. I live very close to several freeways; I’m careful what times of day I venture onto them in my car, and on no day will you find me walking across them. Why? Because I fear being flattened by a fast-moving vehicle. Whenever possible, I try to stay away from sick people, and it didn’t take a pandemic to make me wash my hands frequently. I do these things because I fear being sick. These survival fears cause me to use caution and take responsibility for my own well-being.

“A spirit of fear” is, I think, different from any of the types of fears I’ve mentioned; and I agree it’s unhealthy. A spirit of fear is what psychologists might call paranoia: “a tendency on the part of an individual or group toward excessive or irrational suspiciousness and distrustfulness of others” (Merriam-Webster online dictionary). Although we toss this word around casually and humorously to designate some things to which we are hyper-alert, paranoia is a serious mental disorder. It can be an aspect of drug abuse or of a mental illness such as CPD (chronic personality disorder) or schizophrenia.

I believe we can all agree that living in a “spirit of fear” is unhealthy, regardless of one’s religious persuasions. However, using reasonable caution and taking responsibility do not in any way equate to “living in fear.”

Dr. Robert R. Redfield, director of the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC) is referenced in an article by CNN’s Holly Yan: “But the CDC director said everyone can help stop this deadly pandemic. It just takes personal responsibility.”

And that brings us back to where I started: remembering that our freedom demands responsibility. Henry David Thoreau begins his famous 1849 essay “Civil Disobedience” with these statements: “I heartily accept the motto, ‘That government is best which governs least’; and I should like to see it acted up to more rapidly and systematically. Carried out, it finally amounts to this, which also I believe- ‘That government is best which governs not at all’; and when men are prepared for it, that will be the kind of government which they will have.”

This is one of the clearest arguments for personal responsibility I’ve ever read. He agrees with the adage that what we would call small government is preferable to the alternative of big government, then takes it a step further by saying his first choice would be no government at all. He’s not advocating anarchy, however; he’s saying a responsible citizenry doesn’t need laws to make them behave ethically. The caveat for having no government is learning to govern ourselves, to take responsibility for our own actions and their consequences.

I’ve been wearing a mask in public for several months, even before masking up became state law in Washington. In spite of the state mandate, I still pass people in the grocery store who smugly stroll the aisles unmasked. I haven’t asked any of them to explain their reasons, because that’s not my place; but I’d wager at least a few of them are in the group who see a requirement to mask up as an infringement on their personal freedom. This is another group that makes me want to scream, but I digress.

When one claims one’s rights have been infringed on, that person ought to be able to clearly name the specific right that’s being violated. Perhaps someone can help me out here: exactly what freedom do I as a U.S. citizen have that is taken away by my being required to wear a mask? I’m stumped. But I’m reminded of a saying I heard often when I was growing up: “Your freedom to swing your arm ends where my nose begins.”

That’s a folksy way of saying none of us has unbounded freedom. In fact, we’d all do well to remember that our laws enumerate far more things which we do not have the freedom to do than rights which we are at liberty to exercise. It’s illegal to shout “Fire!” in a crowded place unless the shouter has actually seen flames or other evidence of a real fire. It’s illegal to park my car in a spot reserved for people with disabilities. It’s illegal to have sex with someone without first securing that person’s consent to be a willing partner. And the other prohibitions which govern our daily interactions fill volumes.

Then there’s the list of mandated actions meant to protect ourselves and others. I can’t legally drive my car or ride in someone else’s car without wearing a seatbelt. Parents can’t legally transport their young children without adhering to very detailed instructions on how those children must be secured in the vehicle. In some states, helmets are required by those who ride bicycles and motorcycles.

Every law on that last list has also been hotly contested and disobeyed, just as the mask law is now, because “freedom.” It took “Click it or ticket” to get many people to comply with the seatbelt law, and of course the persistent beepers on newer cars have also been quite persuasive in making people buckle up just to stop the noise. Hospitals have gotten involved in making sure parents own and know how to use car seats for their infants by refusing to discharge a mother and baby until the baby has been properly restrained in the right kind of seat. So obviously the mask law is not the first to draw the ire and defiance of liberty-loving Americans, but it is perhaps the one for which disobedience has the most widespread consequences.

Refusing to wear my seatbelt might place me at greater risk for injury or even death when involved in an accident, and refusing to wear a helmet might cause my own head to be severely injured were it to crash to the pavement. Those are serious consequences for defying laws requiring simple actions, but they affect a small circle of people: myself, my family, and whatever medical professionals are required to assist me. Refusing to wear a mask, however, has the potential to affect the dozens of people I pass in a store, plus their close family members and associates (some of whom may be in high-risk categories), and to place an additional strain on medical resources necessary for those people’s treatment. That one little pebble can cause a wide circle of ripples.

Our current national leadership is ignorant and divisive. They’ve chosen to politicize a public health crisis rather than create a coordinated system for effectively slowing down and eventually ending it. Our governors are overwhelmed by the enormity of the decisions and responsibility not normally delegated to them and besieged by those in rebellion against their attempts to carry out their duties. That leaves you and me. It’s on us. Those of us who wish to retain our cherished freedom have to grow up and take the responsibility to govern ourselves and to willingly follow reasonable guidelines for protecting ourselves and others. The downfall of democracy is that, as a friend recently put it, “ignorance and misinformation are given the same weight” as expert and informed data.

One of the individual responsibilities that fall to us right now is the decision of whom to believe. Such statements as “we have so many cases because we’re doing so much testing” are too plainly stupid to merit a rational response. By that line of thinking, I guess the way to reduce teen pregnancies is to ban pregnancy tests. As we hear so often these days, “You can’t fix stupid,” but you can learn to ignore it and not allow your own decisions to be guided by it. It’s true that there’s lots of conflicting information and a wide range of proposed solutions to this crisis; and yes, the experts sometimes change their positions and recommendations. But so what? COVID-19 was identified in 2019. Cancer has plagued humanity for decades at least, yet the information and recommended treatments continue to vary and conflict as new research becomes available.

The first step to “flattening the curve” and eventually doing away with this plague is to act not as Democrats and Republicans or liberals and conservatives but as human beings who live in a close network where individual survival depends on herd responsibility, not herd immunity. To achieve the 70% to 90% immunity rate required to reach the level of herd immunity, several hundreds of thousands more people would have to die. If we instead work toward herd responsibility, we can save lives and become a better, more evolved group of humans.

Keeping our distance from people during this time is not living in fear. Wearing a mask in public is not living in fear. Staying home when going out is not necessary is not living in fear. Washing our hands often is not living in fear. Doing those things is living in intelligence, reasonable caution, and personal responsibility; and those are the qualities that will save our lives and our nation.

Want to be patriotic? Stop whining and wear the damn mask!

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Understanding White Privilege

I just read this quote from Maya Angelou: “I did then what I knew how to do. Now that I know better I do better.”

Sometimes understanding a subject is a long process and requires experience beyond one’s own narrow world. One of those subjects for me is white privilege.

I don’t normally share this much personal information with anyone, but since these are the least normal times I’ve ever lived through, I am sharing my story in the hope that it may help others reach a place of empathy sooner than I did.

My life as a child was not privileged by anyone’s standards. My father left our family when I was ten and my sister was eight. My mother worked 48 hours each week at a local hamburger joint to keep us meagerly clothed and fed. I can remember asking for something that cost fifty cents and my mother replying that seemed like a fortune to her. For perspective, 50 cents went a lot further then than it does now, but even then it was not a huge sum in most people’s budgets.

We lived in a four-room apartment that would have fit into some of the living rooms I’ve had as an adult. The apartment was part of a concrete block building that was built to house military families after World War II. Most families lived there temporarily, just long enough to get back on their feet after their wage earner returned from active duty. We lived there eleven years; I was 17 when we moved out, into another low-rent apartment. Since that one was close to downtown and was a converted house, however, it felt posh by comparison.

So, absentee father–check. Tired, frustrated, angry mother–check. Being socially shunned as the child of a “divorcee” who lived in a neighborhood others hesitated to walk through–check. Never having enough money to feel secure–check.

Doesn’t sound much like a life of privilege. The black kids I knew had intact families and lived in real houses. They could afford to participate in activities I could only dream of affording. Their lives seemed so far above mine that for many years I couldn’t figure out how they could possibly be deemed less privileged than I was.

What I can understand and appreciate now is that when it came time for me to apply for college, my only concern was finding one I could afford, since I’d be paying my own way. Never once did I have to consider that I might be rejected solely on the basis of my skin color. That’s privilege.

As a young adult, I never had to be afraid to shop for a home, apply for a mortgage, or move into a neighborhood because I might be rejected by angry neighbors anxious about what my presence would do to their property values. That’s privilege.

Never once in my life have I been denied admission to a restaurant, theater, museum, restroom, library, or park because I have the wrong skin color. That’s privilege.

As a young mother, I never had to be concerned that my children would be denied admission to any of those places because they had the wrong skin color. That’s privilege.

When my two sons were teenagers, they gave me many reasons to worry, but not once did I worry about their being bullied or brutalized because of their skin color. I never had to fear for their lives because they were wearing hoodies, jogging, playing in a park, taking a walk in our own neighborhood, or driving home from dinner. Now that they’re grown men, I still worry about them a little but never because doing any of these things might cost them their lives. That’s privilege.

When my sons were out late at night and had missed curfew (pretty much every Friday and Saturday), being admittedly a bit of a Nervous Nellie, I usually went straight to visualizing them dead in a ditch somewhere. Not once, however, did I picture them detained by police officers or accused of a crime just because they had the wrong look. That’s privilege.

If one of my sons ever attempts to make a purchase using a counterfeit bill, I may kill him, but I don’t believe a police officer would. Therefore, chances are remote that I will ever have to spend my remaining days with the haunting mental image of my precious son (regardless how flawed) handcuffed, face down on the pavement, while a police officer has a knee on my son’s neck and a smirk on his own despicable face. Never will I live tormented by the sound of my son’s voice echoing in my head “I can’t breathe” and crying out “Mama.” That is blessed, blessed privilege.

I have three white grandsons who will enjoy the same privilege my sons have enjoyed. I and their parents are striving to raise them to understand that privilege, never to take it for granted, and to use their advantage to better the lives of those not so fortunate. That’s privilege.

Privilege is not always determined by financial assets and security. That’s part of it, but it’s not the whole. People of color can be extremely wealthy yet still live with the fact that their skin color will always influence what they can do, where they can go, and in what places they will be accepted.

People of color will always live looking over their shoulders. Honest men of color will know they are feared when in public and will instinctively learn to take measures to protect themselves. Some people of color live with the fear of deportation, never able to settle into a peaceful life.

Mothers with children of color live constantly on tiptoe, wondering whether this will be the moment their lives change forever, because some private citizen or police officer passed judgment on their son or daughter based solely on the amount of melanin in their skin and decided their child’s life was worth less than the need to calm the white person’s cowardly and  irrational fear.

There is no such thing as black privilege. There is no single thing which people of color get to do just because they’re black or brown. Dark skin opens no doors, affords no advantages. If a program such as Affirmative Action gives preference in specific situations to qualified people of color, it’s only because white people have been assholes for so long that something must be done to level the playing field. It’s not just because they’re black.

After the events of the last two weeks–following the murder of George Floyd– no one can claim not to know better. So now that we know, we owe it to the thousands of black men and women, who have been wrongly killed during the 401 years since we abducted them from their homeland and brought them here in chains, to do better. Much better.

BLACK LIVES MATTER.

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The Monster under the Bed

Did you ever have a monster living under your bed? Lots of people have had them. No one ever saw, heard, or smelled your monster; yet you were as convinced of its existence and the imminent danger it posed as if you had an entire photo album of high-def close-ups. So vivid were your mental images of impending doom that you stayed awake at night, demanded a night light in your room, and occasionally went on furtive searches with a flashlight, knowing for sure you’d uncover that little gremlin some day.

For millions of Americans, socialism is the monster under their beds that keeps them awake at night, causes them to worry over unfounded fears, and makes them vote for unqualified presidential candidates. It convinces them that intelligent, highly qualified candidates would turn our country into a place where people stand in line for a crust of bread. Mind you, few if any of these people have ever seen socialism in action, but they’re convinced they know exactly what it looks like and what the slippery slope that plunges us into socialist hell would look like.

Ask a dozen conservatives why they couldn’t possibly vote for a Democrat president, regardless of how hard they have to hold their noses to vote for the Republican candidate, and at least half of them will launch into a tirade on socialism completely unrelated to anything in your conversation. In their minds, “Democrat” and “socialist” are synonymous, evidence be damned.

Unscrupulous politicians play on the fear of the monster by labeling every new progressive idea “socialist” and warning of the slippery slope, just as they have convinced the fearful that universal background checks would lead to a total gun ban. Never mind that no one has ever proposed those things; the monster exists, and denying its presence means certain doom.

Words have power, and to accept the words of a fear-monger is to enslave oneself to that fear-monger. Accusations of socialism are not new, yet they never lose their impact. Paul Blumenthal, in a February 24  HuffPost article, writes:

“Every single political actor since the late 19th century advocating for some form progressive social change ― whether it be economic reform, challenging America’s racial caste system or advocating for women’s rights or LGBT rights ― has been tarred as a socialist or a communist bent on destroying the American Free Enterprise System.”

It seems few Democratic presidents and presidential candidates of the twentieth century escaped the derogatory labels “socialist” and “communist”; but Franklin Delano Roosevelt was the most consistently attacked because of his New Deal and other actions that enlarged our social safety net. Barack Obama was also a top contender for most accusations of being a socialist, even though Billy Wharton, co-chair of the Socialist Party USA, is quoted in an article as saying Obama’s election was no victory for socialists: “Obama isn’t a socialist. He’s not even a liberal.”

Terence Ball, who writes about ideologies, has told the Associated Press, “I grow weary of Obama and the Democrats being called socialist. If you talk to any real socialist, they disown them very, very quickly.” Billy Wharton told CNN he considers assertions that Obama is a socialist “absurd.” “It makes no rational sense,” says Wharton. “It clearly means that people don’t understand what socialism is.”

And that brings us to where every good conversation should start: understanding the subject. Time to visit the dictionary. My Webster’s New Universal Unabridged Dictionary gives this definition for “socialism”:

The theory or system of the ownership and operation of the means of production and distribution by society or the community rather than by private individuals, with all members of society or the community sharing in the work and the products.

In Communist doctrine, the stage of society coming between the capitalist stage and the communist stage, in which private ownership of the means of production and distribution has been eliminated, as in the Soviet Union, and the production of goods is sufficient to permit realization of the slogan from each according to his ability, to each according to his work.

The online dictionary Lexico by Oxford offers the same definition, adding the synonym “utopia,” which begins to give some hint as to how socialism can go wrong. Utopian societies throughout history have had a low (zero) success rate. Lexico also adds that socialism is “a transitional social state between the overthrow of capitalism and the realization of Communism.”

It’s easy enough to understand why Americans are opposed to a socialist government but not so easy to understand why anyone thinks we’re headed in that direction. So far, no presidential candidate of either party has ever mentioned eliminating private property and turning the means of production and distribution over to the government. Not Barack Obama, not Franklin Delano Roosevelt, not Harry Truman, and not even one of the current Democrat candidates.

Paul Krugman, a Distinguished Professor at the City University of New York Graduate Center and a Nobel Prize-winning economist, wrote in a June 27 New York Times Op-Ed:

The Democratic Party has clearly moved left in recent years, but none of the presidential candidates are anything close to being actual socialists — no, not even Bernie Sanders.

Nobody in these debates wants government ownership of the means of production, which is what socialism used to mean. Most of the candidates are, instead, what Europeans would call ‘social democrats’: advocates of a private-sector-driven economy, but with a stronger social safety net, enhanced bargaining power for workers and tighter regulation of corporate malfeasance. They want America to be more like Denmark, not more like Venezuela.

Examples of the “social safety net” already in existence in our country include Social Security, Medicare, Medicaid, minimum wage, maximum work hours, and child labor laws, among others. All of these laws and programs can be considered socialist “in that the government intervenes in the capitalist market to require employers to meet minimum standards that might not be met in a pure, unregulated ‘free’ market. Agricultural and energy subsidies are likewise socialist programs.” (Miles Mogulescu 7 Feb 2019)

Mr. Mogulescu adds, “Stripped of the Red-baiting and name-calling, the real debate isn’t between capitalism vs. socialism, but about the appropriate balance between the two.”

Amen.

Time to drag this monster out from under the bed and send it on its way. There are plenty of genuine problems in America right now that should keep us awake at night searching for solutions. The probability that we’ll become an actual socialist country any time soon is not one of them.

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Absolutely Wrong

What this country sorely lacks right now is moral absolutes. We’re long on opinions but short on facts, long on rants but short on reason, long on talk but short on action. Until we challenge the idea that everyone is “entitled” to an opinion and all opinions are entitled to equal respect and air time, finding a route out of this moral morass looks pretty hopeless.

One might think that zero tolerance for killing people would be a moral stake that could be driven into the solid earth and around which every last person would rally. It’s absolutely wrong to kill people; therefore, finding a solution to the gun problem–which we alone among the civilized countries of the earth possess–would shake citizens to their knees. It would sound the alarms in the halls of Congress, and finding a solution would be the first item on their agenda in the aftermath of yet another mass shooting. Taking action would be the only moral course; and failing to take action in the face of such preventable tragedies would be the gravest of moral failures, leaving no room for debate or contrary opinions. One might think.

In 21st-century America, however, nothing is absolute. Republicans, Democrats, victims of gun injuries, families of fatal shooting victims, the National Rifle Association, and people who pay no attention to what goes on beyond their own walls have an equal say in how the problem is treated. Or not treated. The Pew Research Center reports this:

“In 2017, the most recent year for which complete data is available, 39,773 people died from gun-related injuries in the U.S., according to the CDC.” That number is double the population of the town in which I grew up. That’s two Troy, Ohios wiped out in one year.

Of the 39,773 deaths by gunshot in 2017, 60% (23,854) were suicides; 37% (14,542) were murders; 486 were unintentional; 553 involved law enforcement; and 338 had “undetermined circumstances.” I concede that many of those deaths could not have been prevented, but many of them could have been. What’s our buy-in number that makes it worth the effort of having a conversation, sacrificing some of our individual “rights” and freedoms, and taking action even though we know we’ll never satisfy everyone or eliminate the whole problem? Would it be 30,000? 25,000? 20,000? 1,000? Would 100 saved lives be enough for us to care?

What’s your number? I’m reminded of the Old Testament tale of Sodom and Gomorrah. Before beginning to rain fire on those communities, God warns Abraham of what’s about to happen. Abraham, whose nephew Lot lives there, begins negotiating to prevent the destruction. God has determined to destroy the cities because of the exceedingly evil people living there, but Abraham points out that there must certainly be righteous people also, people who do not deserve the same fate as the wicked. He begins by asking God to spare the cities if he can find 50 righteous people; apparently lacking confidence that 50 righteous people can be found, Abraham continues to negotiate, reducing the number to 45, then 40, then 30, 20, and 10. Each time, God agrees to withhold destruction to spare the lives of those who don’t deserve punishment, even if it’s just ten. You remember the end: only Lot and his family can be considered righteous, so they are allowed to escape just ahead of the fire.

What’s your number? How many good, innocent lives would make it worth changing your attitudes, your votes, your principles, your personal lifestyle? For all too many families, just one saved life would have been enough; but lack of moral conviction on the part of their fellow citizens and their elected representatives has left gaping holes in their families that no amount of time will close.

Here’s the point. If we as a people genuinely believed that killing is morally wrong, we’d have done whatever was necessary to save lives years ago. All we have to do is look at how other civilized countries have done and follow their lead. If as I sit here at my computer, I begin to smell smoke, I’m going to take immediate action: leave my seat, check every room of the house, and if I do find smoke or flames, call 911 and get the hell out of here.

I live in Florida, so I know all about hurricane warnings, and I’ve spent a few hours of my life making hurricane preparations, sometimes for storms that never showed up and other times for storms that damaged my home and created a huge mess in my yard. I have rarely regretted making the preparations, even for those which proved to be false alarms, because I know what it looks like when a hurricane actually hits, and I’d rather prepare for nothing than not to prepare for something.

People with moral conviction and courage take action. People who do not take action but who allow themselves to be swayed by “opinions” and false equivalents are willing to accept death as a reasonable trade-off for holding onto some imagined “right.” Even the deaths of children just sitting in their school desks.

I ask again: What’s your number?

It’s not just guns either. For 957 days, we’ve had a “president” who, by all sane evaluation, is a criminal and a con man; is the most uninformed, ignorant person ever to disgrace the office; has  no moral compass; has the emotional stability and the vocabulary of a 5-year-old (sorry, 5-year-olds!); has told over 12,000 lies publicly, in the carrying out of his official duties; has attacked citizens, law makers, and dead people; has been on the grounds of his golf courses 229 times (thegolfnewsnet.com); has blatantly violated the Emoluments Clause of our Constitution by using his own properties for official events and diplomatic visits; was the subject of an extended FBI and special counsel investigation; has a number of close associates now serving or about to serve prison terms; has close associates who have allegedly committed the most vile crimes; is a racist; is xenophobic; is cruel to refugees and other immigrants, both legal and undocumented; stirs division and hatred everywhere he goes; can’t complete a coherent sentence; and is in charge of our country’s nuclear codes. He has alienated our allies and cozied up to our adversaries. He “fell in love” with Kim Jong Un and has never said a single word in denunciation of Vladimir Putin.

Everything in the preceding list is on public record. We know all of this, we discuss it over dinner, we grouse about it at work with colleagues, and we rant about it on social media. We listen to the talking heads parse and dissect it all on the nightly news. Yet we collectively don’t believe any of this is morally wrong, because we have allowed this person to remain in our highest office for 957 days, one of our major political parties is going to nominate him to do it all again for another four years, and millions of our fellow citizens can’t wait to cast their votes for him.

Our Congress says they’ll think about impeachment, take a look at the evidence and see where it goes. So befriending murderous dictators, pissing off our allies, and telling 12,000 lies is not “evidence”? What kind of moral code is that?

Donald Trump famously said after the Charlottesville tragedy that there were “good people on both sides,” and he’s been lambasted for that. But are we any better? We look at life-and-death controversies and take no action because many of us apparently believe there are good people and valid opinions on both sides. Anyone showing too much outrage against a morally outrageous event is judged equally wrong and hateful for calling out wrong and hatred when they see it.

False equivalence keeps us wallowing in the mud of inaction. Every person, every group of people, and every political party is guilty of wrongdoing, but all wrongs are NOT equal. Supporting a criminal POTUS is wrong. Allowing thousands of people to continue being killed by gunshot every year is wrong. Speaking out against those wrongs is NOT wrong. Pointing out a POTUS’s lies is not wrong and not an act of hatred. But unless we draw some lines in the sand, unless we’re willing to declare moral absolutes by which every reasonable person is willing to abide, we’re in a perilous state.

Our house is on fire. A Cat 5 hurricane has already made landfall. Yet we continue to act as if nothing out of the ordinary is happening, as if this is just business as usual, another regular administration to be judged by the regular criteria. Talk is cheap. Right now we have too much talk and too little action.

Establishing moral absolutes requires moral courage, and having moral courage means taking action when action is demanded. Your stated convictions are only as sincere as your willingness to act on them. Some things are absolutely wrong, and if we believe that down deep where it counts, we’ll do something about it. What’s your number? Where is your line in the sand?

I leave you with a few thoughts to ponder.

“These are the times that try men’s souls. The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot will, in this crisis, shrink from the service of their country; but he that stands by it now, deserves the love and thanks of man and woman.” Thomas Paine

“Nothing strengthens authority so much as silence.”
― Leonardo da Vinci

“Silence becomes cowardice when occasion demands speaking out the whole truth and acting accordingly.”
― Mahatma Gandhi

 “The point is, there is no feasible excuse for what are, for what we have made of ourselves. We have chosen to put profits before people, money before morality, dividends before decency, fanaticism before fairness, and our own trivial comforts before the unspeakable agonies of others.”
― Iain M. Banks, Complicity

 “Have I, have you, been too silent? Is there an easy crime of silence?”
― Carl Sandburg

“The first question which the priest and the Levite asked was: ‘If I stop to help this man, what will happen to me?’ But… the good Samaritan reversed the question: ‘If I do not stop to help this man, what will happen to him?'” –Martin Luther King Jr.

“He who passively accepts evil is as much involved in it as he who helps to perpetrate it. He who accepts evil without protesting against it is really cooperating with it.” –Martin Luther King Jr.

“The hottest place in Hell is reserved for those who remain neutral in times of great moral conflict.” –Martin Luther King Jr.

“We may have all come on different ships, but we’re in the same boat now.” –Martin Luther King Jr.

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400 Years

On August 20, 1619–400 years ago tomorrow–a ship named the White Lion docked at Point Comfort, Virginia, and began selling its cargo to the some 700 settlers who then inhabited the British colony of Jamestown. The cargo consisted of the surviving 20 out of an original 350 African captives, kidnapped by the Portuguese from the native Kongo and Ndongo kingdoms, who had survived the arduous transatlantic voyage and then been captured by a plundering ship near Virginia. These twenty people, stolen from their homes and families and transported to a new and unfamiliar continent across the world, began the African population of the American colonies.

Those 20 humans and their millions of descendants would remain in slavery, bought and sold as chattel, for another two-and-a-half centuries, after which they would be denied the full rights of citizens for yet another century, and would continue to struggle for acceptance and equal opportunity for the remaining half century of their residence in this country.

According to the History website,

“The arrival at Point Comfort marked a new chapter in the history of the trans-Atlantic slave trade, which began in the early 1500s and continued into the mid-1800s. The trade uprooted roughly 12 million Africans, depositing roughly 5 million in Brazil and over 3 million in the Caribbean. Though the number of Africans brought to mainland North America was relatively small—roughly 400,000—their labor and that of their descendants was crucial to the economies of the British colonies and, later, the United States.”

The History site also clarifies that technically these 20 people were sold as indentured servants, as were many people from Europe, which means that they would work without pay for a set time in order to pay off their indebtedness and then would gain their freedom. Some in fact were eventually freed; however, as the flourishing southern cash crops demanded great numbers of cheap workers, slavery grew into the institution which was finally ended by President Lincoln 246 years later, but only after a bloody civil war which cost our country roughly 620,000 of its citizens, both black and white. That number is only slightly fewer than the number killed in all of our other wars and conflicts combined (644,000).

Though proponents of the Lost Cause Mythology argue that slavery was not the central cause of the Civil War, that mythology has been debunked by evidence from respected historians. What the Lost Cause folks want us to believe was a battle over states’ rights, others make clear was really a confrontation over only one state right: the right to own slaves. What the Lost Cause people would have us believe is that the Confederacy’s defeat signaled the tragic downfall of a just economic system, which unjustly plunged the South into a period of chaos and rebuilding. Using images of happy dark-skinned people living in peace and harmony on beautiful, sprawling plantations, the Lost Cause Myth makes martyrs of the plantation owners who were deprived of their noble and virtuous way of life.

For perspective, let’s take a look at what the now continental United States of America looked like in 1619. Of course, there was a large Native American population. Although isolated colonies had been settled in North America between 1492 and the early 1600s–mostly Spanish and French–Jamestown, Virginia, was the first permanent British colony and the first stronghold in the region which would become the Thirteen Colonies on which our country was established.

To debunk another myth, not every group of settlers who arrived on these shores was seeking religious freedom or escape from religious persecution. Most of them, and notably Jamestown, came seeking resources (money) and power. Europeans living in densely populated countries saw this new continent as a literal gold mine of free land and all of the wealth that land would yield. Colonial powers saw it as an opportunity for expansion and greater global dominance. Of course, exercising that power and receiving the rewards of their opportunism meant disregarding the one pesky little fact that an estimated 8 million to 112 million native people already lived here in 1492. Those are obviously wildly different numbers, but bear in mind there was no census back then. Whatever the original number, however, it proved no problem for our ambitious ancestors. By 1650, the European colonists had succeeded in reducing the native population to fewer than 6 million. (Statistics from University of Wisconsin Press)

The much-celebrated Pilgrims, British colonists who came here after a brief sojourn in Holland, arrived in 1620 at Plymouth Rock and established the Plymouth Colony in what is now Massachusetts. This group was seeking religious freedom, as was the next major group who arrived in 1630: the Puritans, who settled the Massachusetts Bay Colony. The Puritans, in many ways the strongest English settlement, distinguished themselves for both their theocratic government and their financial success. Although the Puritan work ethic, which became so much a part of our culture, was motivated by service to God, it resulted in great accumulation of wealth for some of those hard workers. It’s worth noting that it took this group only six years to found our nation’s first major university, Harvard, which has been in continuous operation from 1636 until today.

But back to the point: the Africans were here before either of the groups which settled New England; yet while the Pilgrims and Puritans are annually celebrated as the groups to whom we owe our heritage, the Africans continue to be marginalized and suppressed a whole four centuries after their arrival. Those who built the flourishing cotton, tobacco, and sugar trades owed their success to the large masses of cheap labor, but those laborers and their descendants were never granted the respect or monetary reward commensurate with their contributions. And although those dark-skinned laborers have fought in every armed conflict in which this country has engaged, they have not been granted the same recognition, honor, and appreciation as their white comrades in arms.

In 1963, 344 years into our national disgrace, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. wrote this about our failure to extend the “unalienable rights” of “life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness” to a large population whose roots in this country go deeper than the roots of many who do enjoy those rights:

We have waited for more than 340 years for our constitutional and God given rights. The nations of Asia and Africa are moving with jetlike speed toward gaining political independence, but we still creep at horse and buggy pace toward gaining a cup of coffee at a lunch counter. Perhaps it is easy for those who have never felt the stinging darts of segregation to say, “Wait.” But when you have seen vicious mobs lynch your mothers and fathers at will and drown your sisters and brothers at whim; when you have seen hate filled policemen curse, kick and even kill your black brothers and sisters; when you see the vast majority of your twenty million Negro brothers smothering in an airtight cage of poverty in the midst of an affluent society; when you suddenly find your tongue twisted and your speech stammering as you seek to explain to your six year old daughter why she can’t go to the public amusement park that has just been advertised on television, and see tears welling up in her eyes when she is told that Funtown is closed to colored children, and see ominous clouds of inferiority beginning to form in her little mental sky, and see her beginning to distort her personality by developing an unconscious bitterness toward white people; when you have to concoct an answer for a five year old son who is asking: “Daddy, why do white people treat colored people so mean?”; when you take a cross county drive and find it necessary to sleep night after night in the uncomfortable corners of your automobile because no motel will accept you; when you are humiliated day in and day out by nagging signs reading “white” and “colored”; when your first name becomes “nigger,” your middle name becomes “boy” (however old you are) and your last name becomes “John,” and your wife and mother are never given the respected title “Mrs.”; when you are harried by day and haunted by night by the fact that you are a Negro, living constantly at tiptoe stance, never quite knowing what to expect next, and are plagued with inner fears and outer resentments; when you are forever fighting a degenerating sense of “nobodiness”–then you will understand why we find it difficult to wait.

(Letter from a Birmingham Jail 4/16/1963)

What a powerful statement and what a damning indictment against a country which celebrates itself as a “land of opportunity”!

The questions this statement bring to mind are reminiscent of the questions swirling around our current gun-law debates. Why are we so slow to take needed and reasonable action? Why have other countries solved the problem while we still wallow in the mud of indecision? And above all, what the hell is wrong with us that as citizens of the most powerful country on the globe we can’t resolve problems which other countries put to rest years ago?

As we mark the 400th anniversary of the first African footsteps onto our country’s shores, here’s all we need to know.

Unless you’re descended from one of the original Jamestown families, those African-Americans you see every day can trace their roots in this country further back than you can. Let that sink in. Even if you are a Jamestown descendant, those native people now living on reservations can trace their roots back hundreds or thousands of years further than you can. Bottom line, white people, is that we’re the newcomers. Wielding power over everyone who’s not like us is not our birthright.

The ridiculous fear that we are losing control of “our” nation to intruders is based on logic both convoluted and destructive. White Europeans became the majority population in this country and gained political and social dominance by decimating the native red populations and by building an empire on the backs of enslaved black people whose ancestors were brought here in chains. Your white ancestors, who you might like to believe built this country all by themselves and are therefore alone worthy of our eternal gratitude, might not have survived the first few winters and certainly would not have built the economy that put us on the map without the support from people of color. Nazi Germany was built on the premise that there is a master race and that non-members of that race should be excluded from existence. Have we learned nothing?

Our history as a people is three steps forward, two steps back. We’re in a stepping-back period right now, so it’s the responsibility of the adults in the room to start the forward movement again. We the adults in the room have to speak out against racism wherever we see it; silence is complicity. We have to vote out leaders who promote anything less than equal justice for all, and then we need to make sure we never again vote for anyone who would impede and reverse our forward progress. We have to devote our time, energy, and resources to supporting, in whatever ways we can, organizations that advocate for social justice–both within our borders and beyond.

As a young man (ages 19 and 22), Abraham Lincoln made two flatboat trips along the Mississippi River from his home in Indiana to the mouth of the river in New Orleans, Louisiana. Historians tell us those two trips made an indelible impression on young Lincoln’s mind as he experienced first-hand the horrors of slavery, including a visit to a market where human beings were buying and selling other human beings. Though few specifics of those voyages have been recorded, historians generally agree that their effects may have shaped the thinking which led to the Emancipation Proclamation and the 13th Amendment.

Further study of President Lincoln makes clear that his attitudes toward race, though progressive for his time, were far from the best thinking of Americans a century-and-a-half later. Lincoln was, like all of us, a product of his time. He led important strides toward racial justice in America, but he didn’t solve the whole problem.

It would serve us well to remember that we’re probably not going to solve massive social injustices all by ourselves either, but that can’t stop us from running like hell to get the ball a little closer to the goal post. We may not live to see some future generation score the touchdown, but we can rest in peace knowing we did our part and we left the ball closer to the goal than we found it.

And let us never forget these words of President Lincoln, which I have quoted often and will continue to quote:

“We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory will swell when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature.”

Those “better angels” will lead us each day to do whatever small or large thing we can do to keep us moving forward. One thing I’ve done for a while now is just in my daily interactions to be conscious of making eye contact with everyone I meet, especially those who don’t look like me. I give them a genuine smile and a greeting and hope it assures them that their presence is not repugnant or regrettable but welcome and beautiful.

It’s a little thing. I don’t sit in congress. I’m not president. I don’t write laws. But I can smile. And I can say “hello” or “what a beautiful child” or “I love your earrings!” I can bring a moment of light into another human being’s world in which moments of light, warmth, and acceptance may be rare.

I can also write my representatives in government, participate in elections, go to demonstrations, travel to Palestine, and generally raise hell wherever my voice may be heard; and I will not neglect to do those things. But I also won’t neglect to give a smile and a kind word. All we really need is love, right?

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The Way They Were

They were newlyweds, having just marked their first wedding anniversary. They had an almost six-year-old daughter, a one-year-old daughter, and a two-month-old son; they were just 23 and 24 years old. They dropped off their daughter at cheerleading practice, then headed to Walmart for back-to-school necessities and for party supplies because they had invited their family and friends to help them celebrate their daughter’s birthday and to show off the new house of which they were so proud. His life had turned around when he met her, and they were on course for a happier future. The celebration never happened. Both were shot in the El Paso Walmart, she shielding their baby. The headline read “The baby still had her blood on him.”

He was known as a family man, a grandfather who went to the El Paso Walmart on Saturday morning to take food and water to his granddaughter and her classmates who were there raising money for their soccer team. As soon as the gunfire broke out, he moved to shield his granddaughter. His sister described him in a Facebook post as “a beautiful human being, an excellent dad, uncle, husband and brother.” A cousin said, “He always dedicated himself to his family and his work.” He lived 61 years only to die at the hands of a person who should never have been allowed to own a gun.

He was only six years old, attending a popular Northern California food festival with his mother and his maternal grandmother. The mother received two bullet wounds but survived, as did her mother, the boy’s grandmother. The little one was not so fortunate. His father arrived at the hospital to be told that his son was in critical condition and then five minutes later was notified his son had died. He was just six and a “happy kid,” according to his paternal grandmother who agonizes over the tragic unfairness of a senseless death at such an innocent age.

She was thirteen and also attending the garlic festival. She didn’t keep pace with her family as they fled; she stayed back to walk beside a relative who uses a cane. She died from the bullet that may otherwise have struck the relative.

He was not so innocent. A gang member with a long rap sheet of his own for weapons violations, he was on the scene of a Brooklyn block party when an unknown gunman opened fire. He died and eleven others were injured.

He had worked at a Southaven, Mississippi, Walmart store for about 16 years and had recently become a department manager. He was raising three children before being shot dead in the store’s parking lot. The store manager, father of two, was also killed inside the building. The gunman was a recently fired store employee who left five children fatherless.

According to the New York Times, they were “two were friends from work, enjoying a night on the town. One had recently given birth and was finally getting out of the house. Another had just gotten a new job at a place he loved.” The bar, in Dayton, Ohio, just 20 miles from my hometown–Troy, Ohio–was the scene of much celebration on that carefree Saturday night; that is, until a gunman opened fire and left 9 dead and 27 injured in a matter of seconds. His weapon of choice was a military-style rifle and a large-capacity magazine, thanks to which a total of eight children are grieving the loss of a parent.

Between July 28 and August 4, 2019, 37 people died in the United States of America. The cause? An epidemic outbreak of deadly disease? Tragic unavoidable accidents? A natural disaster, placing them at the mercy of the elements? None of the above. Within that 8-day period, those people died from senseless gun violence. These 37 deaths bring the total for 2019 to 255–which is an average of more than one person per day (CBS News). In addition to the death toll, another 79 people were shot in those same incidents, raising the total number of casualties in just 8 days to 116.

As staggering as those numbers are, they don’t include the number of devastated, grieving family members whose lives have forever changed at the whim of a madman given permission by an irresponsible Congress to own and operate weapons of mass destruction. They also don’t account for the average citizens who are terrified when they hear a car backfire or a large object hit the ground, because we all have lost something in this senseless episode of American history: we’ve lost our sense of safety, trust, and security. We keep tight leashes on our children who will never know the same freedoms we enjoyed in our youth; we’re nervous about normal activities like going shopping, watching a movie in the theater, or even attending our houses of worship. We’re constantly watching our backs because we live in a country where some antiquated amendment is more important than our children and our own peace of mind.

A few days ago, during a visit to New Orleans, I needed Benadryl to counteract an allergic reaction. The package, at Walgreens, was encased in a plastic lock box which could be opened only by a store employee. The security check to board the airplanes which took me to and from New Orleans required me to remove my shoes and in one case to have a minor “pat down” on my back because the metal detector had sensed something.

For years, following the deaths of seven people caused by poisoned Tylenol and the discovery that certain ingredients in over-the-counter cold and allergy medications are used to make methamphetamine (meth), the government has placed restrictions on the amount of a product that can be sold to one customer and have kept the products either in locked cases or in a secure area from which they are retrieved only after a customer has requested them.

I and all of my fellow air travelers now remove our shoes to go through security because in 2001, one terrorist, since known as the Shoe Bomber, attempted to detonate an explosive packed in his shoes during a transatlantic flight. He didn’t even succeed, yet that one botched attempt has affected security measures for air travel these 18 years and counting.

Babies rode in the front seat beside their parents until airbags were added to cars for adults’ protection. Now, because of the danger airbags pose to small people, children are required to ride in the rear seat until they reach the age determined by state laws, in many cases age 13.

In 1995, Timothy McVeigh and Terry Nichols used an ammonium nitrate fertilizer as part of the bomb with which they killed 168 people in Oklahoma City’s Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building. According to various websites, restrictions on the sale of that type of fertilizer now include the following: “Anyone buying more than 25 pounds [must] register, be screened against a known terrorist list, and require any thefts to be reported within 24 hours.”

In other locations,

“Under the rules, retailers would have to obtain the name, address, telephone number and driver’s license number of people wanting to purchase ammonium nitrate fertilizer and maintain records, including the date of the sale and the amount purchased, for at least two years.

The administrative guidelines would authorize retailers to refuse to sell ammonium nitrate when it was being purchased out of season, in unusual quantities or in other suspicious circumstances.

The proposal, similar to rules in place in South Carolina and Nevada, is designed to make ammonium nitrate more secure and keep it out of the hands of terrorists, said Kenny Naylor, Fertilizer Program Administrator with the Oklahoma Dept. of Ag, Food & Forestry.”

One fertilizer bombing and people have to be registered, provide contact information, and limit their purchases to restricted amounts. Thirty-seven people killed by gunshot in eight days and nothing is done. Nothing. No. Thing.

Time Magazine recently cited a database of mass shootings compiled by Mother Jones, including the numbers of fatalities and injuries up to and including the recent El Paso and Dayton shootings. During the last 37 years, from 1982 to August, 2019, 114 mass shootings have occurred in the United States (mass shooting is defined as an incident in which at least three people are killed, not including the gunman). In those 114 shootings, 932 have been killed and another 1406 wounded. Most were innocently going about their routine lives: attending school, shopping, enjoying a little entertainment, worshiping. Some had lived long lives, others had barely had a chance to live.

If one botched shoe bombing forever changed air-travel security measures, one fertilizer bombing forever restricted fertilizer sales, and one batch of cyanide-laced Tylenol forever changed the way we purchase over-the-counter drugs, why have we had 114 shootings in 37 years? Why didn’t the first shooting motivate changes that would have prevented many of the others from ever happening? Why have we as a nation sacrificed 932 lives, along with our own sense of security, on the altar of the Second Amendment? Why is unrestricted gun ownership more important to millions of our fellow citizens than people’s lives? Why are universal background checks a greater threat than the possibility of getting killed in the mall, at the theater, at a friendly bar, or at church?

Proposals routinely rejected by Congress include mandating universal background checks; treating guns like cars and requiring registration, training, licensing, and insurance; banning private ownership of assault rifles and any type of weapon designed specifically for military use and mass killing; limiting the amount of ammunition one person can purchase, as is done with fertilizer and over-the-counter drugs; closing loopholes such as online and gun-show purchases. The most haunting and perplexing question of all is, what does anyone have to lose by the implementation of these simple, common-sense restrictions?

I rarely if ever hear anyone at an airport grumbling about removing their shoes, walking through a scanner, or placing their carry-on items in bins for screening; and I never see anyone refuse compliance, at least in part because they know their non-compliance would result in a swift removal from the airport. We’ve accepted these security measures as a normal and necessary part of life, and we willingly comply because we feel safer knowing that everyone with whom we share a plane ride has passed muster.

Yet the very mention of similar restrictions on gun ownership erases every trace of logical thought because of 14 words written 228 years ago by men who could never in their wildest imaginations have envisioned modern weaponry. Our Congress bears the blood of every life that has been sacrificed on the altar of the Second Amendment; but sadly, the citizens who have accepted death as the necessity price for their selfish freedom have blood-stained hands as well.

 If that baby who was orphaned in El Paso, that grandfather whose family is left without a protector and caregiver, that six-year-old who will never experience the milestones of life, and the babies of Sandy Hook who were murdered in their little desks are an acceptable tradeoff for the right to unrestricted gun ownership, we are a despicable people. When taking a knee to protest injustice causes greater outrage than the latest slaughter, we are a people of twisted values. When our only response to human agony is the shallow mantra of “thoughts and prayers,” we are a loathsome lot indeed.

The NRA is funded by its five million members (and possibly some Russian allies), and Congress is funded by the NRA. According to the Center for Responsive Politics, the NRA has since 1990 contributed $22,723,137 to electing members of congress and has spent $54,557,564 on lobbying since 1998. The top five recipients of NRA contributions for 2017-2018, according to the same source, are Marsha Blackburn (R-TN), $15,800; Ted Cruz (R-TX), $9,900; John Culberson (R-TX), $9,900; John Faso (R-NY), $9,900; and Josh Hawley (R-MO), $9,900. If you noticed all of the R’s in that sentence, it’s because Democrat candidates receive a small fraction of what is given to Republican candidates.

Of course, Mitch McConnell is also heavily indebted to the gun gods; and not surprisingly, their favorite politico is Donald Trump. Here’s what the Center for Responsive Politics says about him:

“The National Rifle Association’s overall spending surged by more than $100 million in 2016, surpassing any previous annual NRA spending totals on record, according to an audit obtained by the Center for Responsive Politics.

The explosion in spending came as theNRA poured unprecedented amounts of money into efforts to deliver Donald Trump the White House and help Republicans hold both houses of Congress.”

I don’t think we need look any further for the roots of the problem. Sadly, the solution is not quite so clear. However, we have to believe that Jordan and Andre Anchondo, Jorge Cavillo García, Stephen Romero, Keyla Salazar, Brandon Gales, Anthony Brown, Lois Oglesby, and Thomas McNichols–along with the other 923 children, fathers, mothers, grandmothers, grandfathers, spouses, sisters, brothers, and dear friends who have died senselessly in the last 37 years–are worth our continued diligence in fighting the great forces of darkness which have enveloped our nation.

“America is great because she is good. If America ceases to be good,

America will cease to be great.”

Alexis de Tocqueville (1805-1859)

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Racist Is as Racist Does

Everyone is familiar with the words of that immortal philosopher Forrest Gump: “Stupid is as stupid does.” My mother had a similar saying which she used any time she felt we were placing too much emphasis on trying to make ourselves physically attractive: “Pretty is as pretty does.” Both sentiments serve to state what seems too obvious even to need saying: what we do is who we are. Talk is cheap. Words can be deceptive. My mother also frequently reminded us “Actions speak louder than words.” Another well-known teacher, Jesus, said it this way: “ You will know them by their fruits. Are grapes gathered from thorns, or figs from thistles?  In the same way, every good tree bears good fruit, but the bad tree bears bad fruit” (Matthew 7:16-17).

In the current war of words over who is racist and who isn’t, what we’re learning is that in today’s political climate, the word “racist” is more offensive than the racially biased actions are. A person who says racially degrading things may be described as unwise, crude, or careless; but anyone who calls him racist is the real villain. It’s considered racist to call out a prejudiced person and give a name to the person’s actions. We’re lost in a maze of circular reasoning, with no sign of finding our way out any time soon.

One of the reasons we’re not going to find a quick or easy solution to our nation’s polarization is the nature of today’s “conservative” movement.

Donald Trump’s supporters fall into three main categories, as I see it: white nationalists, evangelicals, and the types of people who are most likely to join a cult. As diverse as those three categories may seem, they actually have several common characteristics. Essential to survival for all of them is maintaining an us vs. them mentality. For the white nationalists, it’s white people (specifically white men) vs. everyone of color; for evangelicals, it’s the real Christians (as they see themselves) vs. nonbelievers, Muslims, and Christians who have a different view of Christianity than they have. They are God’s chosen; they are the insiders. For the cultists, it’s the members vs. the outsiders, obviously. But it’s worth enumerating here the characteristics which make people prone to joining cults and the fulfillment they find in membership.

Carolyn Steber (June 21, 2018 on Bustle.com) lists these nine personality traits as the primary markers of those most likely to join cults: wanting to feel validated, seeking an identity, being a follower (as opposed to a leader), seeking meaning, having schizotypal thinking (more on that in a moment), being highly suggestible (falling for conspiracy theories, e.g.), constantly blaming others, having very low self-worth. Important note, Ms. Steber defines “schizotypal thinking” as “walking along the edge of schizophrenia, without actually having the delusions or disconnection from society that’s associated with the disorder”–yet still falling prey to “alien-type,” “conspiracy-type,” or “supernatural-type” beliefs.

I think the cult-like nature of Trump’s base has been well established, but when you add in the characteristics of the people who are attracted to cults, you have a pretty clear picture of who these followers are and the futility of trying to reason with them.

A second distinctive which all three legs of the Trump Base share is reverence for authoritarian leaders. White nationalists, evangelicals, and cult members all exhibit fanatical devotion to their grand exalted leaders, even at times following the leader into their own graves.

A third distinctive, and the one which makes the currently existing critical mass of these types most problematic, is the utter lack of reason in their thinking and their actions. All are taught to accept only what they hear within the group; outsiders are the enemy and are out to steal their brains and deceive them into denying their allegiance to the group. Attempting to present facts or to reason with them has the adverse effect of causing them to cling more fervently to the ideas with which they have been brainwashed. The person attempting to engage them in discourse and expose them to logic becomes the face of the enemy who is trying to lead them astray from the truth. When you consider what’s lost by leaving a cult (one’s identity, validation, meaning, and self-worth), it’s not hard to understand why members cling so frantically to their membership.

A fourth distinctive shared by these three groups is fear: fear of losing their racial majority, fear of going to hell, or fear of being disconnected from the social order. Fear keeps them loyal, keeps them chanting, keeps them deceived, because listening to reason would lead to having to completely revamp their world view and let go of their safety net. And that’s scary for anyone.

All three of these groups, in their fervent devotion to their authoritarian leader, will defend that leader against all critics, no matter how outrageous the leader’s actions. This is how it becomes acceptable for a fascist dictator to tell women of color to go back where they came from, even though they came from here, but not okay to give a name to his statements and his attitudes. Those who do call a spade a spade become the enemy because they have assaulted the untouchable, so they are in fact the ones who are prejudiced.

But racist is as racist does, so here’s what racists do. You may be a racist if . . . Wait, no, you ARE a racist if . . .

. . . you think there are degrees of citizenship.

The United States of America was founded on this premise, written by Thomas Jefferson as the introduction to our declaration that we were claiming our rightful place as an independent nation:

“We hold these Truths to be self-evident, that all Men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness.”

What does it mean for a truth to be self-evident? It means it is or should be obvious; it doesn’t need explanation, justification, or defense. It just is. In other words, Thomas Jefferson was not stating ideas or personal opinions; he was putting into words a fundamental principle: there are no degrees of humanity. Of course, we can’t escape the fact that Jefferson’s definition of “all men” was different from ours. It didn’t include black men, and it didn’t mean all humans; it literally meant men, not women. However, as enlightened citizens a couple of centuries later, when we say “All men are created equal,” we mean all human beings. To believe differently assigns degrees of humanity, and assigning people of color to a lower caste is racist, because racism is a form of prejudice, and prejudice is the prejudgment of people based on a particular characteristic. When that characteristic is race, the judgment is racist.

The rights to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness, according to Jefferson, are given by our Creator (more room for discussion there, but let’s save that for later); they are not given by the government, and because they are “unalienable rights,” they can’t be taken away by the government. Depriving certain people of their God-given rights because of their race is a racist act. Causing certain citizens to feel “less than” because of their race is a racist act; placing certain citizens’ lives in danger because of their race and because your fanatical followers have been so whipped into a frenzy that they say a woman of color “deserves a round” is racist, dangerous, and evil.

. . . you agree with and defend other people’s racist statements.

Spreading dangerous and degrading attitudes requires the cooperation of many people, not all of whom agree with the attitudes being spread but some of whom lack the courage to take a stand against them. We have as a culture too long held the belief that discussing politics in polite company is inappropriate. Conventional wisdom teaches that in social gatherings, at Thanksgiving dinner, in school classrooms, and in church, politics and religion are taboo (with the obvious exception of discussing religion at church). In the 21st century, add social media to that list. Make too many political posts and see what happens to your friends list.

Politics is life; it’s our communal beliefs about how we join ourselves into a civil body, how we relate to each other within that body, and how our government should facilitate our peaceful and harmonious existence. How did those subjects become taboo? They should be discussed frequently, and what better places than with family, friends, faith community, and educational institutions. Why can’t a family have a rational conversation around the Thanksgiving dinner table without its ending in a mashed-potato fight? Why can’t a minister point out ungodly government actions without expecting a tirade from a parishioner as he greets people at the door, an angry Monday-morning phone call, or a letter of notification that some parishioners have found a different congregation where they’re not challenged to think about matters of national importance?

. . . you treat people differently–or excuse their inequitable treatment–depending on their race, color, religion, country of origin, or length of residence in the U. S.

Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, Ayanna Pressley, Rashida Tlaib, and Ilhan Omar are citizens of the United States of America. Representative Ocasio-Cortez was born in the Bronx, New York; her father was also born in the Bronx, and her mother was born in Puerto Rico, which–contrary to Donald Trump’s belief–means she also was born a citizen. Representative Pressley was born in Cincinnati, Ohio, and raised on the north side of Chicago. Does it get more American than that? Representative Tlaib was born in Detroit to Palestinian immigrants, making her the first generation of her family to be born in the U.S. Representative Omar was born in Mogadishu and lived in Somalia until forced to flee to escape the war. The family arrived in New York in 1992 and were granted asylum, when Ms. Omar was ten years old. The family moved around a bit before settling in Minneapolis. Of the four young elected officials who have been the objects of unprecedented vicious attacks by the POTUS, Ms. Omar is the only one who is not native born; she has, however, been a naturalized citizen since 2000, when she was 17 years old. In addition to her skin color and foreign birth making her a target, she also wears the hijab in respect to her Muslim faith.

Donald Trump is only the second generation of Trumps born on American soil. His grandparents migrated here from Germany. On his mother’s side, he is the first generation native born; she was from Scotland. In other words, his roots in this country don’t go deep. He has been married to two immigrants: Ivana from Czechoslovakia (now the Czech Republic) and Melania from Yugoslavia (now Slovenia). Melania, the First Lady of the United States, migrated here in 1996, a mere 23 years ago. She became a citizen in 2006, a mere 13 years ago. A recent Huff Post article points out that Ilhan Omar has been a citizen six years longer than Melania Trump has, yet so far, Donald has not ordered Melania back to where she came from.

When the person who holds the highest office in our land goes on an unprecedented rampage against four young elected officials, the fact that all four are people of color can’t be a coincidence. To say that he is not motivated by racism is to be either mentally deficient (using my nice words) or so blindly devoted as to be incapable of admitting the obvious. Maybe both.

. . . you ignore or reject the legal parameters governing interaction with people of different race and different national origin.

The U.S. Equal Employment Opportunity Commission makes it illegal to discriminate against anyone because of the person’s national origin:

“It is unlawful to harass a person because of his or her national origin. Harassment can include, for example, offensive or derogatory remarks about a person’s national origin, accent or ethnicity. Although the law doesn’t prohibit simple teasing, offhand comments, or isolated incidents that are not very serious, harassment is illegal when it is so frequent or severe that it creates a hostile or offensive work environment or when it results in an adverse employment decision (such as the victim being fired or demoted).

The harasser can be the victim’s supervisor, a supervisor in another area, a co-worker, or someone who is not an employee of the employer, such as a client or customer.”

Based on that definition, Donald Trump’s protracted attacks on those four women would get him fired from Applebee’s, Macy’s, or Walmart. We’ve reached a sad stage in our history when the qualifications for POTUS are lower than for a supervisory position at McDonalds.

We’re in a mess, and we’re not getting out of it any time soon, but complacency is a luxury we can ill afford right now. Truth is our only refuge during troubled times, and we must keep proclaiming it. Silence is complicity.

“We must take sides. Neutrality helps the oppressor, never the victim. Silence encourages the tormentor, never the tormented. Sometimes we must interfere. When human lives are endangered, when human dignity is in jeopardy, national borders and sensitivities become irrelevant. Wherever men and women are persecuted because of their race, religion, or political views, that place must – at that moment – become the center of the universe.”

Elie Wiesel, Holocaust survivor

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Not Your Old-Time Religion

One of the most baffling, perplexing, even maddening questions of our time is how the “Christian right,” “the far right,” “the evangelicals” have become such a powerful political force and how on earth that movement has thrown its considerable clout behind such an unlikely standard bearer as Donald Trump. I have wrestled with this question, as have many others, for the past several years; and finally I’m ready to offer my answer: The “Christian right” has ceased to be a religious tradition and now exists only as a powerful political movement. In its current expression, evangelicalism bears no resemblance to a faith community except in its use of the Bible and religious dogma as weapons with which to clobber anyone who disagrees with them.

Let’s look at a little history which may shed some light on what has brought us to the place where we now find ourselves. Many of us would have little reason to care about the history of evangelicalism, what evangelicals believe, or whom they will vote for in the next presidential election. That all changed in 2016, when Russia and the evangelicals (the oddest of odd couples) chose our president. Evangelicals were the largest demographic group among Trump supporters in 2016, with 80-81% being the official number compiled from exit polls of self-professed evangelicals who cast their votes for Trump. Evangelicals continue to stand by their man, and a recent Public Opinion Strategies poll reports that 83% of them intend to vote for him again in 2020. Without this group’s overwhelming support, it’s highly unlikely that Donald Trump would be sitting in the Oval Office today. Therefore, I think it behooves us all to take a closer look at who these people are who can’t get enough of guns, cruelty toward refugees, and the most unfit person ever to disgrace the office of POTUS.

Two religious groups in the United States which are often conflated are fundamentalists and evangelicals. According to NPR’s Steve Waldman and John Green, these two groups are not the same but do have certain elements in common. Evangelicalism is a broader movement, of which fundamentalism is a stricter, more conservative, far less tolerant subset. So I think it’s accurate to say that all fundamentalists are evangelicals, but not all evangelicals are fundamentalists. The National Association of Evangelicals’ website quotes historian David Bebbington’s summary of four core distinctives which define evangelical belief: conversion (being “born again”), activism (missionary and reform efforts), biblicism (the Bible as the ultimate authority), and crucicentrism (Jesus’ death as redeeming humanity).

Fundamentalist evangelicals also believe these four distinctives but add to them. Whereas all evangelicals believe in the inerrancy of the Bible, fundamentalists also believe in a literal reading of the Bible; not only, in their view, is the Bible the final source of truth, but they believe every story, metaphor, and poem are literal historic records. Fundamentalists are also, among other things, far more isolationist than other evangelicals. They take literally the New Testament command to “ come out from among them and be ye separate” (II Corinthians 6:17). “Them,” by the way, fundamentalists interpret to mean “the world”–which incorporates everyone who does not share their worldview. They cannot recognize the legitimacy of Catholicism as a Christian faith because it is so different in theology and practice from their own narrow view of what constitutes Christianity. An overriding attitude of judgment against even other evangelicals who take a broader view of certain subjects further isolates fundamentalists into a tight-knit community whose primary goal in life is to avoid being “defiled” by anything which contradicts their beliefs.

The term “evangelicalism” has defied precise definition or agreement on its origin, but many see its roots in early 17th-century changes in the church. Fundamentalism is generally seen as a late 19th-, early 20th-century offshoot that arose in response to social and academic developments such as Darwinism, liberalism, and modernism. Leaders’ attempts to articulate and define the non-negotiable core Christian beliefs resulted in the 1910 publication of a multi-volume set of essays, edited by Reuben Torrey, titled The Fundamentals. Those who accepted this distillation of Christian theology came to be known as fundamentalists.

This little history is greatly over-simplified but serves to provide a general framework for the rise of the movement which has now given us a reality TV show presidency. It’s important to add that not all who call themselves Christians fall into either of these two camps, evangelicalism and fundamentalism. These two just seem to comprise the vocal, disruptive element that has co-opted the modern Republican Party.

Fundamentalists have earned the reputation of being anti-intellectual because of their rejecting  Darwin’s findings and other scientific information which doesn’t coincide with their literal reading of the Genesis creation account and the great flood story among others. Witness their current denial of climate science, and no more needs to be said.

Fundamentalist thought has been widely influenced by leaders such as Dwight Moody, Bob Jones Sr., Jerry Falwell, Jerry Falwell Jr., Tim LaHaye, James Dobson, Rick Warren, Pat Robertson, and Franklin Graham. What all of these men have in common is their belief in a literal, inerrant Bible; their disdain for anyone who deviates from their narrow view and their dismissal of such people as  not “real Christians”; and their view that the United States is a Christian nation and should therefore be ruled by Biblical precepts–or should I say, their interpretation of Biblical precepts.

When asked how a group, which professes to believe in the literal interpretation and inerrancy of the Bible and labels themselves the sole upholders and defenders of Biblical conduct and morality, can so enthusiastically embrace and defend the likes of DT–who violates every moral principle they claim to hold dear–their only answer is that “God often used imperfect instruments in events recorded in the Bible.” No argument there. The Old Testament gives us King David, who lusted after another man’s wife while she bathed on the rooftop, sent his servants to fetch her, had sex with her, impregnated her with a son, sent her military husband off to the front lines where he was sure to be killed, and then married her. In the New Testament, we learn that David was an ancestor of Christ and “a man after God’s own heart.”

David alone would make it pretty clear that, if all accounts are accurate, God’s not looking for perfection. But just to strengthen the case, we have Noah who celebrated safely landing the ark by getting passed-out drunk; Abraham who–impatient with waiting for God to fulfill the promise of giving him an heir–took the matter into his own hands and had sex with the maid; Rahab the prostitute, also in Jesus’ bloodline; Jonah who ran from God’s command to warn the people of Nineveh because they were wicked and, in his opinion, unworthy of God’s mercy; Matthew the tax collector, a profession generally thought to employ the scum of the earth; and Saul the persecutor of Christians who became Paul, the greatest missionary of his day for spreading the Christian faith. I think we get the picture.

Yet if the only thing that can be said in defense of electing a person to the office of president is that he’s no worse than a few people in the Bible, that’s some very thin ice.

What makes evangelicals tick? How can they be won over to a cause or a candidate? For one thing, they have long been conditioned to follow the rules out of fear: fear of hell (real flames here), fear of shame, fear of disapproval by bigger-than-life leaders, fear of ostracization. Donald Trump tapped into that fear in his very first speech, when he broad-brushed all Mexicans as murderers and rapists and continues to stir up fear to persuade supporters to go along with his cruel policies. Never mind that most mass shooters in this country have been white male citizens and we’ve done nothing to curtail gun violence, let’s build a giant wall to keep all of those Mexicans out because a few have committed horrible crimes. Fear is a powerful motivator.

Evangelicals have also been conditioned to accept their literal reading of the Bible over the hard evidence of science. The flood really happened, and the earth really was created in six days, just 6000 years ago–science be damned. Anything not specifically covered in the Bible can easily be  “proven” with a cherry-picked verse or two. Thus, the exclusion of LGBTQ people because . . . Leviticus. And some have validated their prejudice against black Americans with the story about the black race being descended from Noah’s son Ham, who was cursed for some not altogether clear reason and his descendants supposedly doomed to a life of servitude–to the end of time. Yeah, that really was taught.

With so much credence given to faith over fact, revelation over reason, is it such a stretch to understand why those same people would take the word of the person they’ve been told was sent by God over the words of fact finders, scientists, psychologists, journalists, and other smart people? Is it any wonder that they view all intellectuals with suspicion? With their conditioned response of separatism and superiority to those who see the world differently, of believing they’re the ones with the inside track to God, their blind loyalty to a criminal “president” shouldn’t be the least bit surprising.

Another characteristic of the modern evangelical and fundamentalist movements is their adulation of rock-star leaders. Although many outside those circles may know the names of only the most notorious–the Grahams, the Falwells, maybe the Joneses–ask any fundamentalist about Bill Hybels, Jack Hyles, Tony Perkins, Tim LaHaye, James Dobson, and there will be instant recognition. Different groups will give more or less respect to different names, but the names are known and revered by at least some subgroups. These are the gurus whose word is truth, whose pronouncements set policy, and whose approval is oxygen to  their followers. [Update: Some of these names, such as Jerry Falwell Jr. have fallen out of favor since this article was written.]

Should it then come as any surprise at all when one of those esteemed celebrities puts his arm around a man who in no way represents their stated beliefs or anything they ever learned in Sunday school and says “This person is sent by God to protect and preserve our nation,” the masses accept that pronouncement as divine truth and follow that man as fervently as they follow the leaders who anointed him? Sadly, the leader who gets lost in the process is the one they profess to believe above all others: Jesus, who never endorsed any of this baloney.

Donald Trump’s immediate predecessor, Barack Obama, gave the clearest statement of his Christian faith I’ve ever heard from a sitting president. And he backed up his words with a moral and scandal-free life, a ready knowledge of Christian belief, and even a spontaneous rendering of the hymn “Amazing Grace” at a funeral. Contrast that with Donald Trump’s mention of “Two Corinthians” as the only evidence of biblical knowledge he could muster on the spot. Yet President Obama is reviled by evangelicals as a non-citizen Muslim, and Donald Trump is hailed by “a significant portion of his supporters [as] literally . . . an answer to their prayers. He is regarded as something of a messiah, sent by God to protect a Christian nation” (Bobby Azarian, Ph.D., in Psychology Today).

The so-called “Christian Right” has ceased to be Christian. Although they claim unquestioned allegiance to the Bible, I’m going to venture a guess that most have not read much of the Bible; and the parts they have read are twisted to support preconceived beliefs. If they bothered to read the book they claim to follow, they would have run across a few passages which define what the Christian faith actually is. When your only reason for reading the Bible is to find support for what you already believe, you’re missing a lot.

If one wanted to know what the Christian faith is really all about, Micah 6:8 is a one-verse primer: “He has told you, O mortal, what is good; and what does the Lord require of you but to do justice, and to love kindness, and to walk humbly with your God?” Maybe it’s just me, but I don’t think locking children in filthy cages with no access to hygiene supplies, adequate food, human touch, or even a real blanket qualifies as justice, kindness, or a humble walk with God. Then again, these children are brown, so perhaps they’re excluded from the general rules? Somehow I can’t imagine those same fine Christian people looking the other way or sending their attorneys to court to defend such treatment of white children.

James 1:27 echoes Micah’s summary: Religion that is pure and undefiled before God, the Father, is this: to care for orphans and widows in their distress, and to keep oneself unstained by the world.” “Care for the orphans and widows in their distress.” Yet allowing Puerto Rican Americans to languish in distress after a hurricane, desperate for the bare essentials of life, isn’t given a place on the “conservative” agenda. Nor are the children in the concentration camps or the families without health insurance or the minimum-wage workers who can barely exist on their paychecks and who would be wiped out by one unanticipated expense.

Then there’s Jesus’ own quick summary of what faith is meant to be. Asked by a Pharisee, “Teacher, which commandment in the law is the greatest,” Jesus responded: “‘You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your mind.’ This is the greatest and first commandment. And a second is like it: ‘You shall love your neighbor as yourself.’ On these two commandments hang all the law and the prophets” (Matthew 22:36-40). “On these two commandments hang all the law and the prophets.” In other words, the whole Old Testament is summed up in 28 words, further reduced to “Love God and love your fellow humans.”

Jesus reiterates those points a few chapters further on, in Matthew 25. There he gives a metaphorical description of a judgment of the nations, in which the nations will be divided into two groups: sheep and goats. The sole criterion for the division is the way in which the nations have treated the disadvantaged, “the least of these.” The sheep are those who have fed the hungry, given drink to the thirsty, welcomed the stranger, clothed the naked, cared for the sick, and visited the prisoner. The goats are the ones who have not done any of that. Those examples illustrate what it means to “love your neighbor as yourself.”

Notice the pattern here? What do all of these passages have in common? Each one defines faith as the acknowledgment of God and the loving treatment of one’s fellow humans. Nothing else. Nada. Not abortion, LGBTQ people, public bathrooms, right to bear arms. Nothing but loving God and loving each other. Anything added to those two distinctives is politics, not faith. It’s the attempt to weaponize faith as a means to gain power and control.

When fundamentalists formed not only their own churches but their own schools–pre-K through college–they made it possible to immerse a large enough population in their so-called theology to gain the numbers needed for the political clout they strove for. Today their information network has expanded to include news outlets, mainly one: Fox News. It’s like a virtual commune in which it’s possible to live and die without ever being exposed to any other ideas than those spouted by their powerful leaders. And just recently came this announcement:

Alabama Gov. Kay Ivey has signed legislation permitting Briarwood Presbyterian Church to establish its own police force for its church and school campuses. The law approved two weeks ago allows the Birmingham-based church to set-up a private law enforcement department to make arrests when crimes are committed on its properties. (Patheos.com)

Legitimate concerns about this move include the strong possibility that such a police force would lead to further cover-up of crimes like sexual assault, since the enforcers would be guided more by their loyalty to the church than by their loyalty to the law of the land.

It should be clear by now that the modern evangelical movement has divorced itself from every religious principle on which it was established and has devoted itself to the accumulation of political power. This phenomenon is nothing new. Theologian Richard Rohr says this:

“Christianity is a lifestyle–a way of being in the world that is simple, non-violent, shared, and loving. However, we made it into a ‘religion’ (and all that goes with that) and avoided the lifestyle change itself. One could be warlike, greedy, racist, selfish, and vain in most of Christian history, and still believe that Jesus is one’s ‘personal Lord and Savior’ . . . The world has no time for such silliness anymore. The suffering on Earth is too great.”

The Christian church has often stood on the wrong side of history. The church did not act to oppose either slavery or the many years of violence against the freed slaves and their descendants. Martin Luther King Jr., in a section of his well-known “Letter from a Birmingham Jail,” delivers a strong rebuke against the white church in 1960s America:

I must honestly reiterate that I have been disappointed with the church. I do not say that as one of those negative critics who can always find something wrong with the church. I say it as a minister of the gospel who loves the church, who was nurtured in its bosom, who has been sustained by its Spiritual blessings, and who will remain true to it as long as the cord of life shall lengthen. I had the strange feeling when I was suddenly catapulted into the leadership of the bus protest in Montgomery several years ago that we would have the support of the white church. I felt that the white ministers, priests, and rabbis of the South would be some of our strongest allies. Instead, some few have been outright opponents, refusing to understand the freedom movement and misrepresenting its leaders; all too many others have been more cautious than courageous and have remained silent behind the anesthetizing security of stained-glass windows. In spite of my shattered dreams of the past, I came to Birmingham with the hope that the white religious leadership of this community would see the justice of our cause and with deep moral concern serve as the channel through which our just grievances could get to the power structure. I had hoped that each of you would understand. But again I have been disappointed. I have heard numerous religious leaders of the South call upon their worshipers to comply with a desegregation decision because it is the law, but I have longed to hear white ministers say, follow this decree because integration is morally right and the Negro is your brother.

Abuses of power in the name of religion are not new, but we must never cease to call them what they are. Today’s evangelical movement is built not on faith but on white supremacy and white nationalism. Why else would a grifting, immoral, cruel, ignorant white con man be revered while an intelligent, honest, morally upright, kind, generous black man is reviled? Why else would a pious Senate Majority Leader be allowed to get away with violating the Constitution in whatever way is necessary to continue promoting the “conservative” agenda of discrediting and destroying the legacy of our only black president?

Frank Schaeffer Jr., former evangelical leader turned reasonable person, author of numerous books and articles, offers this history of the modern evangelical-political movement:

The 1970s Evangelical anti-abortion movement that Dad (Evangelical leader Francis Schaeffer), C. Everett Koop (who would be Ronald Reagan’s surgeon general) and I helped create seduced the Republican Party. We turned it into an extremist far-right party that is fundamentally anti-American. There would have been no Tea Party without the foundation we built.

The difference between now and then is that back then we were religious fanatics knocking on the doors of normal political leaders. Today the fanatics are the political leaders.

You can’t understand why the GOP was so successful in winning back both houses of congress in 2014, and wrecking most of what Obama has tried to do, unless you understand what we did back then.

You see, in the late 1960s Dad published the first of many best-selling evangelical books. When Dad toured evangelical colleges and churches all over North America, I often accompanied him while Mom and Dad — unbeknownst to them at the time — were gradually being elevated to Evangelical Protestant sainthood. This meant that a few years later when Dad took a “stand” on the issue of abortion, a powerful movement formed almost instantly, inspired by his leadership, and the evangelical-led “pro-life” movement (and the religious right) was born.

(My Horrible Right-Wing Past: Confessions of a One-Time Religious Right Icon, published in Salon)

Opposition to abortion became the rallying cry for a group also described by Schaeffer: “Evangelical Christianity was now [in the 1980s] more about winning elections than about winning souls.”

Saving unborn babies sounded much more Christian and noble than barring black students from universities such as Bob Jones University and forbidding interracial dating. Make no mistake, though: it’s always been about white male supremacy and the fear of losing that advantage to the influx of other races. Underlying all of the noble-sounding rhetoric, the one-issue litmus tests, and the religious veneer is the belief that there were “very fine people” on both sides of the Charlottesville tragedy and the claim that the Civil War was not really about slavery.

People who follow the simple precepts of loving God and loving each other don’t defend the “right” to own arsenals of deadly weapons; don’t shrug their shoulders and say there’s nothing we can do when the owner of one of those arsenals goes on a rampage and commits mass murder; don’t condone locking children in concentration camps; don’t laugh and applaud when an orange-haired cretin mocks war heroes, women who accuse him of sexual assault, handicapped people, the press, and anyone else who gets under his very thin skin; and they sure as hell don’t vote to elect that person to yet another four-year term as president. People looking for political power and the perpetuation of white nationalism do all of those things.

Let’s call it what it is.

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The Devil We Know

You’ve heard the expression: “Better the devil you know than the devil you don’t know.” It’s meant to explain why people choose to remain in uncomfortable, even dangerous, situations rather than free themselves, when freeing themselves means moving out into unknown territory. Will they really be better off? Will their problems really go away, or will they just be replaced by new, possibly worse, ones?

As a nation, we’re now two-and-a-half years into what is frequently being called the Age of Trump, and plenty of us find ourselves feeling like something between abused spouses and subjects of an unscrupulous autocrat. So why are so many still afraid to speak the “I” word? Why does our Congress continue to treat the subject of impeachment as if it’s something to be explored or investigated? And why, for the love of God, is there still one citizen of this country who wants to elect this disaster to a second term? Why are we so afraid to seek escape?

Sure, there are plenty of unseen and unknown devils along the path if an actual impeachment inquiry were to be launched and Articles of Impeachment filed. But here’s the devil we know: the person who currently occupies the People’s House is a pathological liar, an unscrupulous businessman, a person ignorant of every bit of knowledge necessary to be president, a person with the morals of a barnyard animal, and a “president” who every day places our democracy in greater jeopardy by his flirting with foreign adversaries and alienating allies. And those are only his most conspicuous flaws.

For over two years, our nation waited eagerly for Robert Mueller to complete his investigation and issue his report. Some anticipated the report for its proof that the investigation was, as their leader tweeted daily, a Hoax, a Witch Hunt. Others of us waited for it as evangelicals await the “rapture”–as the Jesus in the clouds who would remove us from the ugly morass in which we’ve lived for over two years, the official document which would provide the conclusive evidence that our White House squatter is a criminal who should be handcuffed and transported immediately to a maximum-security prison where he would live out his remaining days.

The long-anticipated report satisfied neither side. Although Donald Trump and his staunchest allies read “complete and total exoneration,” others read plenty of criminal activity which could not be substantiated to the level necessary to win a court case and which couldn’t be reported anyway because of the precedent that says a sitting president cannot be indicted. That’s a long, long way from exoneration but also a long way from getting our wishes of seeing this grifter fitted for an orange jumpsuit.

When Mr. Mueller did finally issue a public statement, he said, “If we had had confidence that the President clearly did not commit a crime, we would have said so.” They didn’t say so. Therefore, they obviously did not see Donald Trump as an innocent person. And let us not forget these statistics reported by Time Magazine on March 24, 2019:

Along with a team of experienced prosecutors and attorneys, the former FBI director has indicted, convicted or gotten guilty pleas from 34 people and three companies, including top advisers to President Trump, Russian spies and hackers with ties to the Kremlin. The charges range from interfering with the 2016 election and hacking emails to lying to investigators and tampering with witnesses.

It’s difficult to see as innocent a person who has been surrounded by and benefited from the work of so many guilty people. My mother always said–and I bet yours did, too–“Birds of a feather flock together.”

Elizabeth Warren, who read the entire redacted version of Mueller’s 448-page report as soon as it was presented (finally!) to Congress, summed it up succinctly. She said three things are unambiguous: Russia made multiple efforts to tamper with our 2016 election for the purpose of helping Donald Trump be elected; Donald Trump welcomed that assistance; and Donald Trump has made countless efforts to shut down the investigation, to block the report’s release, and to discredit the findings. Nothing in those statements would lead a reasonable person to conclude that Donald Trump has been exonerated of all wrong-doing.

We needed the Mueller Report for its thorough investigation, its carefully chosen language, its documentation of evidence and findings which will allow both prosecutors and historians to find a more accurate picture of these events, and the proof that our “president”–though not conclusively proven a criminal himself–has surrounded himself with criminals. For all of that information, the Mueller Report is a vital legal and historical document.

We did not need the Mueller Report, however, to know who Donald Trump is. Since that iconic escalator ride on June 16, 2015, he has been telling and showing us exactly who he is. Even before the tragic night he was elected, we knew he was a racist, a misogynist, a compulsive liar, a person with shady companions, an ignorant person, a draft dodger, a sexual predator, a nonreligious person who claimed Christianity as a political tool, and the most immature person ever to take the national stage. This is the Devil We Know–and have known from the beginning. For decades before he announced his candidacy for president, we have watched him grift, con, sleaze, marry, commit adultery, boast about his sexual exploits, do TV shows, host beauty pageants, and anything else he could think of to keep his name in the tabloids. We didn’t need the Mueller Report to tell us any of this.

Most damning of all is the complete absence of any attempt on Trump’s part to find out to what extent Russia’s interference in our 2016 election was successful and to hold them accountable for their actions. Somewhat reminiscent, I’d say, of O.J. Simpson’s declaration that he would devote the rest of his life to finding the “real murderer” of his wife and her friend–except that Donald Trump hasn’t even given lip service to seeking justice and protecting our future elections. He has publicly stated his belief of Vladimir Putin’s word over the word and the evidence of our own intelligence agencies. Does that not in itself constitute treason?

In Trump’s narcissistic universe, he is the sun and everything else revolves around him. Believing the obvious and demanding its investigation might possibly incriminate him, and only he knows precisely what he is hiding; therefore, the security of all future elections must be sacrificed on the altar of his ridiculous ego and our country placed at ever-increasing risk just to avoid the inevitable revelation that his election is illegitimate.

This is the Devil We Know. Can the Devil We Don’t Know really be worse than that? What keeps otherwise seemingly intelligent people from all-out support of removing this national menace from power? Undeniably, there are risks to impeachment. Trump’s base is so rabid and so well-armed, it’s not difficult to imagine their resorting to violence. Our electorate is already so polarized, it’s easy to imagine another national split like the one which led to the civil war. At the very least, a failed impeachment could have the adverse effect of enhancing Trump’s credibility and support, which could doom us to yet another four years of hell. That’s the Devil We Don’t Know.

The core question lies in who we are as a people, who we want to be, and how we want to be remembered by future generations. Historians, guided by the ethics of their profession to record the truth and freed from the political warfare that currently engulfs us, will portray Donald Trump as a liar and a fraud. The running tally of his lies since taking office is now at almost 11,000. That’s 11,000 lies in less than three years, and Bill Clinton was impeached for one lie: “I did not have sexual relations with that woman.” Many Americans in the 1990s said it wasn’t the infamous blow job that they resented the president for; it was the lie they just couldn’t forgive. Now we have a “president” who has told almost 10,999 lies more than that, and people just shake their heads and move along when they hear the latest. Do we want to go down in history as the people who decided honesty and facts don’t count?

Historians, with the advantage of hindsight, will present an honest record of Trump’s profound ignorance. They won’t laugh at “covfefe,” “hamberders,” or “smocking gun” or call them simple typos. They’ll probably label them what they are: evidence of an uneducated, sloppy, careless person impersonating a president. Those who excuse these should apologize to Dan Quayle, George H.W. Bush’s Vice President, for the uproar over his not knowing how to spell “potato.” Stacy Conradt reports that Quayle was embarrassed and “later wrote in his memoir Standing Firm that ‘It was more than a gaffe. It was a ‘defining moment’ of the worst imaginable kind. I can’t overstate how discouraging and exasperating the whole event was.’” No such angst for Donald Trump. For him, it’s all in a day’s tweets.

Historians, looking at the entirety of our experience as a nation, will struggle to understand how Donald Trump’s illiterate speeches fit in with those of the great orators who have held the office. They will wonder how a large percentage of our electorate could possibly have had confidence in a “president” who daily calls his opponents “losers,” who attacks the man who portrays him on Saturday Night Live, and who struggles to form coherent sentences. Those speeches we humorously call “word salad” will to future generations probably lose their humor and speak the real tragedy of this era.

Historians, with a firm knowledge of our founding documents and how our system of laws has evolved, will be challenged to explain how we for two-and-a-half years–or 4 years or 8 years–allowed a “president” to live above those laws. Knowing that America was founded as a nation where people didn’t need a king, they’ll surely wonder why–after 44 presidents who to a greater or lesser extent upheld our laws and kept their oath of office to “preserve, protect, and defend the Constitution of the United States”–we allowed our 45th “president” to anoint himself king, ignore the rule of law, scoff at the Constitution, and profit off the presidency–all without consequence.

Historians, with their deep reverence for the past and the lessons to be learned from it, will surely shudder when they have to record the way this “president” has cozied up to our adversaries and alienated our allies. They’ll certainly feel like weeping as they search for records of any other president who was so reviled by people in other countries, so flummoxed by Americans’ sudden loss of national pride and unity. There will be photos, I feel certain, of the giant “baby Trump” blimp that flies over London each time Trump visits, the toilet tweeter inflatable also on display, and the vast crowds of protesters carrying the most unflattering placards. Do we really want the history of the era during which we were responsible for our nation’s welfare to be represented by a photo of a diaper-clad, pacifier-holding baby? God help us!

Historians, I think, will also be hard-pressed to explain how a religion turned into a political movement and then abandoned its founding theology. Perhaps this is the area in which hindsight will lend insight to the trail which led to the weaponization of theology and explain that the election of Donald Trump is the effect, not the cause.

We have a “president” who says things like “Sorry losers and haters, but my I.Q. is one of the highest–and you all know it” and “This [Puerto Rico] is an island surrounded by water, big water, ocean water.” Of course, it takes a person with an extremely high IQ to recognize that islands are surrounded by water and to know that the moon is part of Mars. We have a “president” who insults other Americans while he stands on foreign soil. We have a “president” who sat for an interview with the gravestones of our fallen D-Day troops as backdrop and insulted and attacked the Speaker of the House of Representatives. We have a “president” who mocks the fact that Russia interfered in our most recent presidential election and has done nothing to ensure they won’t do it again.

Worse than all of that, we have a political party and a lot of citizens who support, promote, and plan to reelect the person described above. We have millions of voters who can’t understand anything beyond winning and losing elections, who think those of us who are appalled by the current state of affairs are just “sore losers.”

Remember the often-quoted words of President Lincoln:

A house divided against itself, cannot stand. I believe this government cannot endure, permanently, half slave and half free. I do not expect the Union to be dissolved — I do not expect the house to fall — but I do expect it will cease to be divided. It will become all one thing or all the other.

We–the adults who are alive right now–are the ones who get to decide which way we’re going to go. Will we become a whole nation of liars, bigots, misogynists, people with no regard for truth, hypocrites using religion as a political tool? Or will we heed some other words of President Lincoln:

We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory will swell when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature.

In the more recent words of Representative Elijah Cummings, current Chair of the House Oversight Committee, “Republicans need to stop circling the wagons around Trump and start circling the wagons around this country.”

It’s too late to erase the ugliness and division of the last three years; our portrait in history is already well underway. What we can do, however, is acknowledge the Devil We Know and stop being afraid of the Devil We Don’t Know. Donald Trump is at little risk of being removed from office because of the evil leadership in the Senate, but that shouldn’t stop the House from placing their stamp of disapproval on him, pinning on him the scarlet letter so that at least we’ve asserted our moral stance as a people and condemned the corruption that’s happening right before our eyes.

Since neither Donald Trump nor any of his cohorts (yeah, I’m looking at you, Mitch McConnell) has any sense of shame, the scarlet letter may not have the desired effect on them. But failing to impeach Trump means that WE wear the scarlet letter, the symbol of our moral failure to stand against the destruction of our democracy. Nathaniel Hawthorne’s Hester Prynne wore a scarlet “A” for adulteress. We will wear a “C” for coward, or maybe a “D” for derelict of duty, or maybe an “H” for hypocrite.

We didn’t need Robert Mueller to tell us any of this. We all knew what we were electing–even those who elected him. The only remaining question is what we’re going to do about it.