You’d think, since I’m a liberal, I’d be elated by the passage of this health care bill. But mostly I’m just mortified at the complete lack of decorum and respect being shown on both sides of this debate. I’m surprised there hasn’t been any full-blown rioting yet, though death-threats abound. I can’t even read a fucking book review without getting slammed with insults about what people like me believe in and care about and what kind of things we like to read about.
So my question to those of you who feel the need to stigmatize and demoralize other people, I ask you --do you really think making gross generalizations about what certain political parties value and act like and believe in is going to make this country a better place? Really? If you call me an irresponsible socialist thief and I call you an ignorant heartless moron that’s going to make things better?
Believe me, I have rage. I have the desire to hate. I became so desperate not to hate that I started doing Google searches for conservative charities. All I found were people arguing about whether conservatives or liberals care about people more. But then I found this, which reminded me of my own humanity pretty quickly. Because tragedy doesn’t discriminate.
I’ve always had this gnawing sense of despair when I think about the breakdown in decorum and basic respect between warring political factions, but lately it’s become full-blown grief. I’m so hurt by the divide in this country. Seriously, it tears my heart out. Today, when I read the comments in that book review, I just sat down and wept. Maybe there’s something wrong with me and I’m a pussy bleeding-heart liberal who needs to get over it, but in a national climate that feels uncomfortably close to widespread political violence, I would question anyone who thinks flaming rhetoric and hyperbole is a really good idea right now.
I’m not referring to any particular side, either. Many liberals seem to think that just because the Republicans do it, that means we can too? Whatever happened to ‘‘two wrongs don’t make a right’’? Whatever happened to acting like goddamn decent human beings? I’m sure at least half the people I work with are conservative, and you know what? I like a whole lot of them. My Dad is a Fox-news watching anti-welfare state impoverished working-class American without health insurance – and yet somehow we manage to have conversations without ripping each other to shreds.
And as a current social work student in one of those elitist latte-drinking universities, I can attest that much of the classroom conversation revolves around the eeevils of conservatism and the failure of capitalism to protect the most vulnerable among us, and I believe all that shit because I’ve seen numerous charts and graphs and research studies and historic examples to believe the case is strongly in favor of liberal social welfare policy.
But the above is misleading, because it suggests I believe what I believe because of what I think, not because of who I am.
Who am I? I’m a liberal, so obviously I’m an elitist and irresponsible and totally out of touch with the basic realities of everyday Americans, right?
Wrong.
I was born to a single mother who put herself through four years of engineering school while raising me. She gave birth to me over Spring Break and did not miss a single day of class. After graduating, she worked until she paid off her student loans and then quit when she could no longer tolerate the rampant sexism in the field of engineering (1980s) and started a small business and has lived a working-class lifestyle ever since, by choice. She taught me that discrimination against anyone for any reason is always wrong, but she also taught me that if she could make it, anyone can.
I grew up in a tiny town where most of the people owned guns, including my parents. I got my hunter’s safety permit and my first part-time job when I was 13. It was understood that I would be cut off financially as soon as I graduated from high school. I won 2nd place in an archery competition for my age group, one of the proudest achievements of my life. I studied martial arts. I listened to country music and Christian contemporary.
I was the only Christian in my family–a fundamentalist Pentecostal. I used to argue with my conservative stepfather about God and moral duty to the poor all the time–I was not political, I HATED politics. I was just a kid talking about what I thought was right.
I had a shit childhood and left home at 17 and spent a year in what felt like total isolation and not insignificant poverty absolutely reeling from the shock of how little the world cares about poor people. I went to college on full scholarship and made something of myself and held the hand of my roommate on September 11th when a couple of buildings were knocked down just blocks from her Dad’s house. Then we both sat and listened to our Muslim hallmate and how terrified she was to go to religious services because of bomb threats at her mosque. The experience raised my political consciousness, and I started to try to learn. That’s what I’m still doing, eight years later–trying to learn about how best to solve the issues of war and poverty and violence that perpetuate so much suffering in this world. It is not that I lack a sense of responsibility, it’s that my sense of responsibility is broad and extends to every person on the planet. And as much as many people want to dichotomize them, I just don’t think personal responsibility and social responsibility are mutually exclusive concepts.
I’m middle class for the first time in my life. I might have been poor once, but I’ve always been privileged, and now that is indisputable. I’m destined for the Ivory Tower. I have a loving husband and an assload of student loans and drive a foreign car. I like tea and meditation and I’m a Buddhist. I always felt like I was going to be that magical bridge between working class reality and the scientific rigor of academia, but the further I go the more I feel conflict between my two identities.
I still love country music, I still cry whenever I hear the national anthem, and I still understand why people hunt. I honor religion because I remember how good it felt to believe I was taken care of by God and how wonderful my church family was. I pull out my old Christan music CDs once in a while and wax nostalgic. My favorite holiday is the Fourth of July, because I fucking love my country. And I’ll be damned if I ever let my kids live with me until they’re 30.
Right now I feel my country has torn me into two directions, forcing me to choose sides when the split goes right down the middle of my being.
So as antithetical to my nature as is conservatism, it’s also antithetical to my nature to view the world in black and white. I myself am a study in contradictions, and I’m confused as hell right now about my real place in the world. I question whether ascending further on the socioeconomic ladder is a betrayal to those I swore to protect. Thus I, a bastion of liberal ideology, have found there is something I care more about than my political identity. And that is being able to connect with another human being out of appreciation for their difference, respect for their humanity and fascination with their experiences and ideas.
So my conservative friends and neighbors, my parents and my aunts and uncles, tell me about who you are.