SENSITIZE 31
Every morning, Mr. Cring takes a personal moment with his audience.
Today: “Dem’s fightin’ words!” Jonathan talks about “unique freaks.”
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It is a breathtakingly simple three-step process:
Although not complex, it seems to profoundly stump the consciousness of the human race.
In other words, me. I will stop putting the focus and the blinding light on the faults of others and center it on my own foolish foibles.
I will remove the sacs filled with venom so that when I become grouchy and bite someone, I don’t have to accidentally poison them.
I will become the “I” that needs to learn what I need to know, and only I need to know, in order to accomplish what I must do.
This will lend itself to becoming a person who can “like” things once again.
I have stopped doing so. In favor of coming across with wit, I have transformed myself into a cynical snoot, thinking that intelligence is better expressed through critique. I have refused to appreciate the little blessings that have come my way.
But since I have taken the time to acknowledge what I am and what I need to do, I can ease up my insecurity and start to like things again.
You have always been one of my problems—perhaps my only calamity—because I view you as competition and resent the hell out of you using up the oxygen in the room that I could be hoarding in reserve.
I am ten times more judgmental of your pratfalls than my huge stumblings.
But if I will take the time to find out who I am and not be afraid of admitting that I am lacking in some areas, then the possibility for liking things will cheer my soul and make me much more pleasant to be around—so I will be able to store up a measure of grace for when I find myself dealing with you.
With Step One in place, I am ready for Stage Two:
Yes, I look for similarities between you and me—your kind and my kind—my race and your race. I want to stop discussing your culture and my culture and see if we can discover the human culture.
And thirdly, I believe I will arrive at a position where I can say—hopefully:
Perhaps God was too optimistic to think we could love our neighbor. But maybe we are able, after we’ve taken stock of our own weakness, to like things again, offering more room for one another.
Then negotiation, reasoning, conversation and even arguments could be well-oiled with compassion, commonality and gladness.
There are nearly eight-and-a-half billion people in this world. It would not be necessary to get all of them to follow this three-step process. Even if we had one million people with hearts of good cheer, to pursue:
I. Like. You.
I, like you.
I like you.
Well, if we could just get a million, the light that would shine would be so brilliant that another ten million would want to imitate the success…
Of course, offering their own name for it.
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There are words that are so vile with violence and bedeviled by bigotry that they should never be written or spoken again. But there are also words, shrouded with sinister self-righteousness, which are equally poisoned.
Such is the case with our E word this week:
From the Greeks feeling philosophically elevated to the Romans commanding allegiance through their powerful armies, to the Jews believing they were “the Chosen Ones,” to the touting of a Holy Roman Empire, there have always been cultures, races and faiths that have attempted to establish their dominance over fellow-humans.
I must be candid. My skin crawls whenever I hear my American brothers and sisters bolstering our national ego by referring to the United States as “exceptional.” It is the kind of blatant arrogance that made us pursue “manifest destiny,” stealing land from a native people, while simultaneously shipping in souls from Africa to become our slaves.
It is evil—not just because it is pompous and misrepresents reality, but because it works hand in hand with two other failing thoughts.
For you see, people who think they are exceptional eventually believe they are superior. And those who proclaim they are superior eventually insist they are supreme.
After World War I, the German people were devastated in morale and financially destitute. A little man came with a huge idea. He told the German people they didn’t need to be the doormat of the world. He raised the consciousness of their Germanic roots. He told them they were exceptional.
In doing so, he stirred the pride of the nation. They began to rebuild.
Once they contended that they were exceptional, the evil little fellow then told them that they were superior.
He gave them a common enemy. By the end of the 1930’s, nearly every German, in some capacity, believed that he or she was superior to a Jew.
But to go to war, the small man, who in the meantime had become their dictator, needed to convince them they were supreme—a Super Race. This became something worth dying for—at least tens of thousands of them believed so. Unfortunately, it was not a suicide mission, but also took the lives of hundreds of thousands of other people who had to break the hypnotic spell.
Yet I will tell you, preaching “exceptionalism” is not different just because it is hatched in America. The notion is already beginning to make us contend that certain individuals are superior to others, and if we’re not careful, we will start reacting as if we are supreme.
Exceptional is a word that not even God will use. The Good Book makes it clear that He is no “respecter of persons.” If God makes no distinctions among His creation, why in the hell do we think we can?
“Exceptional” is our E word—a misguided attempt to build patriotism or national pride by ignoring the beauty of commonality and the glory of “peace on Earth, good will toward men.”
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When I sat down to consider “the C word,” many grotesque possibilities came to mind. I will not go into the ones I rejected. They are obviously repugnant or too controversial to even give utterance.
Instead, I chose a peculiar one because it is subtle and might even seem to be positive until you carefully study the history of its drastic devastation.
For eighty-five years in this nation, we fostered, promoted, advertised, argued and finally fought over a fictitious cultural difference.
Here was the contention:
Mason liked fried potatoes. Dixon preferred grits.
Yankee Doodle drank beer and brandy, while Johnny Reb preferred whiskey and moonshine.
The North favored a Union. The South touted states’ rights.
Missy, a woman living north of the line, spent time working in the fields with her husband, planting, while the Dixie chicks pretended to be more fragile, appearing dainty.
Mason didn’t have slaves. Dixon did.
But Dixon didn’t call it “slave labor.” Working under the guise of business, these folks who were shipped in from Africa were addressed as “field hands,” for it was the commerce of the South—and King Cotton required serfs to work, and black ones seemed to be more suited for the heat and the burden.
For eighty-five years, we pretended it was a “cultural difference.”
Men we extol as the founders of our nation, ignorantly hid behind debate, hoping it would disguise the atrocity.
It came down to a simple question:
You say slave, I say worker—almost a member of my family.
You say a person and I claim property.
You interrupt my culture and I wail and squeal about states’ rights.
We thought we could compromise, tolerate, negotiate and even appease one another. There were so many compromises that we started naming them after states, like Missouri. There were so many times we thought we had it worked out on paper, negotiating a deal or producing a favorable agreement, that many people were shocked when this “culture problem” created a Civil War which killed three-quarters of a million people.
And the fires of that conflict still smolder to this day.
We thought we could handle cultural difference. We believed we could let bygones be bygones.
But a cultural crisis was brought on by the crisis of culturing.
The truth is, human beings become viable to one another when they insist on similarities and pursue commonality.
You can eat your potatoes and drink your liquor any way you want.
But free will, justice and equality cannot be negotiated.
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Somewhere stuck between pissed off and tuned out, I waddle and wheeze, waiting for a needful kick in the butt, which I pray will actually be a whack of love.
For I am a human being. I look a lot like a monkey, but my Daddy is the King of the Universe (paternity test yet to be performed).
While we wiggle and struggle over the language of piety, politics and purpose, most of the human race is looking for a pleasant path to eating a good meal, while trying to get along.
Everything is too damn complicated. Matter of fact, writing this essay creates the risk of heaping another helping of opinion onto the stinky pile accumulated behind the house.
Can we simplify?
As far as I know (and I could be wrong, but not just because you think so–there would have to be some merit to your objection) every one of us needs:
1. A start of heart.
If we don’t feel, we don’t have any feeling. If we have no feeling, we have no empathy, and without empathy we start treating people like dogs (or even worse, because we kind of like dogs).
2. A goal of soul.
Even if there were no God we would have to invent one in order to lift our behavior above eye-gouging and tooth extraction.
I need a soul. I need to know you have one. Otherwise, if you get in my way, you could start looking like a cockroach and I might be tempted to strap on my killin’ boots.
3. A lane for the brain.
Parents, culture, family, schooling and misgivings have built cement freeways in our cranium. Unfortunately these roads don’t always take us to a healthy place. We need a lane in the brain to keep us from being insane.
4. A wealth of health.
I’m talking about your best health. If you’re like me, you’ll probably never be as well-structured as an Olympic athlete. But you can be the best pudgy, healthy rendition of the model that’s been provided for you.
These are the four things we’re all concerned about when we aren’t bitching. Once we begin to complain, life becomes too pat. “It’s your fault because it couldn’t be my fault because I have no fault.”
As you see, this is not a very fruitful profile.
So the good news is, if we will stop trying to change the world by preaching, the better news is, we might just start finding so much commonality that we are sympathetic to one another.
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G-Poppers … November 17th, 2017
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It certainly seemed to be a concerted effort.
At the close of the twentieth century, the social malaise gelled into a common theme. Whether it was the educational system, the government, the corporate world, the entertainment industry or the religious community, for one prolonged season they converged on a universal axiom: “Everybody’s different.”
Matter of fact, you could pretty well guarantee applause in front of any audience by saying, “I’m different, you’re different, we’re all different–but it’s okay.”
G-Pop calls it “the snowflake philosophy.” You know what he means. “There are no two snowflakes exactly alike–and that’s the way people are, too.”
And it seems that nobody had the temerity to come along and say, “How do you know that no two snowflakes are alike?”
The sentiment sounded sweet, kind and cuddly, so it was embraced as a truth. Matter of fact, if anyone had come along to suggest that the human race is pretty much the same group of people, just in different locales, it would have been considered out of step, and even, to a certain degree, bigoted–in the sense that if for some reason you could not accept eight billion different cultures colliding with each other on the same landscape, then you were downright intolerant.
After about fifty years of this propaganda, the common patter has begun to bear the fruit of its contention. In other words, “since we’re all so different, how is it possible to procure common ground?” And therefore, we only feel comfortable around those who share our genetic markers, are part of our own household–and we’re mistrustful of anyone sporting “different genes.”
Where has this philosophy gotten us? Where is it going to take us?
G-Pop wants his children to understand that establishing uniqueness is not based upon genetics or proclamations, but rather, the use of our consecration and talent.
The first step is understanding that human beings are at least 95% the same–similar bodies, similar faces, and even similar attitudes.
God had the wisdom to explain our interwoven relationship with the simple statement, “For all have sinned and fallen short of the glory of God.”
G-Pop says that perhaps we may view our sin as “special” or not nearly as nasty as the ones around us, but the ultimate Judge has clumped them all together.
It is time for sane people with quality minds to set out on a new vision.
We have much in common, we’re more alike than different, and what we refer to as culture is merely personal preference.
There are things that work with everyone in every land:
In every culture, these are exchanged as gold.
G-Pop believes it is time for his children, once and for all, to tear down the myth of uniqueness.
It is time to enjoy the idea of being common.
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