In response to my thesis that many liberals like to attack conservatives personally rather than address their ideas, and that this is indicative that their ideas can’t compete Xenophon has called me a “turdmonger” or some such and reiterated his claim that I am genocidal. Demostylus has repeated his claim that I am a racist, Hentor the Barbarian has seconded him. Mr. Svinlesha opines that my conservatism is a necessary consequence of a domineering father, and I find myself defended by elucidator Diogenes and unless I’m mistaken, even Elvislives!
Anyway.
Svin:
I did include the WMDs in the metaphor. That was the oven. I don’t really think Clinton is a nurturer, nor Bush the martinet, according to your thesis you are supposed to be a conservative, and you haven’t bothered to ask me about my Mom and Dad before you’ve decided to critique their performance as parents. They don’t fit your model either, but like how and when I choose to say “we,” it’s none of your business. Frankly, I have a lot of respect for you, and I’m surprised that you’ve taken the personal tact. I hope and ask that you’ll reconsider.
Demostylus:
I’m proud of that piece. Thank you for giving it more circulation. I think it’s aged well in the three years you’ve been trolling after me with it. You’ve also done a great job of proving my main thesis here about stupid and cowardly people choose personal attacks. If you’re smart and informed, you argue ideas and facts. If you’re stupid and ignorant you are left with attacking personalities as your sole source of contributions.
Hentor:
You too, seem to be following me around with that thing making accusations of racism. This time I see, you have done me the service of making an argument to back up and justify that accusation. You claim that at the end when I say words to the effect that “There was nothing in this man to look down upon. Nothing.” that this contradicts my denouncement of his racism.
Of course, literature is free to interpretation, and you are free to interpret it that way. I wrote it. It must stand on its own. Few have chosen to interpret that as you have, but you have the right to make of it what you will.
However, after two? three? years of making the accusation it occurs to me that maybe you could have simply asked me what I meant. There could be a crystal clear reason. In fact, there is one. It’s there in the story, but I would be happy to explain it to you if you ask. The fact that you haven’t suggests to me that you really don’t care. You just want to call me a racist.
Maybe I have it all wrong though. Maybe it is just a misunderstanding. Maybe if I tell you you will change your mind. Maybe you will decide you misjudged me and apologize for saying I am a racist, and we can be cordial in friendly in the future.
So, in that spirit, here is what I meant:
“There is nothing to look down upon in the man. Nothing.” The orderlies look down upon him. They scorn him as if he is nothing, as if he is a worm, beneath them. As if he was small and dismissable.
He may be worthy of hatred, but not contempt, not dismissal. You look down on someone because they are small, and inconsequential. He is neither of those things, even now. To me, the ones that look down on him with smug smiles are the ones that seem small and inconsequential. They don’t measure up to either his greatness, or his terribleness.
There is nothing in the man to be dismissed, laughed at, or scorned. There is much in him to hate.
You see, at the beginning of the story I look up to him. In the middle I look down upon him. The epiphany occurs at the beach when he shows his full measure, and I understand that while his failings are great so are his virtues, and that few people measure up in either respect. They are nothing, they do nothing. They feed their validation not by their own actions or beliefs but by how they regard others. It’s what makes them small and inconsequential.
Kind of like what you are doing here.