Today's weather: fair
It has come to my attention that what was once a given, lifelong friends, is no longer what is was once cracked up to be. Mostly, I think, because most lifelong friends of mine have cracked up. Frankly, if I'm not careful, I could be suspect to this banana virus myself.
For many, many, years now, I have remained silent while good people in my life have doled out their political ideologies as I quietly listened, nodding attentively so as not to upset the apple cart and turn our relationship into apple sauce, or strudel or pick what desert you will. I learned the old adage about politics and religion in infancy and have stayed on the outskirts of most discussions. For some reason, I always felt in the back of my mind that if I really espoused what I believed without censorship that many of my friendships would be compromised.
In the last several weeks I have found that fear was intensely warranted.
In what can only be labeled a crisis of political correctness, the rise of a charismatic, though deeply flawed, politician into the uber-consciousness of America has sent shock waves through our society and literally threatens to rip it apart. It is unlike anything we have seen in the last fifty years and possibly since the Civil War. What is the crisis, you ask? I will tell you, my dear friends:
It is the final release of nuclear facism the likes not seen since Joseph McCarthy. And the witch hunts of the fifties could look like a tea party compared to what's coming.
Somewhere along the way, our political discourse was hijacked by philistines, thugs whose main form of debate was to speak as loud as possible, to pepper us with anti-american screeds and simmering but relenteless anti-semitism. This form of dialectic came from Europe but was fomented on the campuses of colleges and universities and found its way into the very DNA of the democratic and progressive wing of the liberal party in America. Much of it is a backlash from Bush and his policies. But the form in which it takes is nothing less than the same form of facism that had its rise in 1929 Germany with the socialist party. We know how that party mutated.
Make no mistake, what is happening has shaken me to the core. I have been living under some form of sea coral. What I have been accused of recently on this blog is nothing less than a mugging. It is a mugging I can do without.
I am deeply grateful that I am not capable of such dehumanization. I am deeply indebted to all my friends for showing me how to stand up to any form of bullying no matter where it comes from, family or elsewhere. We only have our voice. And it is up to each and everyone of us to label injustice wherever we see it from. I am so sorry it has to come from home.