…the vast majority of birds and beasts have
been killed by you, not by us…
—Virginia
Woolf
Forgive me for
being so contemplative and reticent about responding to your conservative
rhetoric. Here you have dangled the so-called welfare queen in front of me and
asked how we can continue to provide safety nets to the less fortunate when
clearly your stereotype serves to remind me that any person “on the dole” as
you like to say is just a shyster gaming the system. And this is just the tip
of your ideological iceberg. I have come to understand that you do not
understand why gay couples should marry, why we should put environmental
protections in place, why we should reconsider gun-control laws, why we should
regulate corporations, why we should invest in education, why we should offer
health care reform, why we should tend to — dare I say it? — women’s issues
and, in general, why we should do anything that is beneficial to anyone besides
what I would call the privileged class of conservatives living in their glass
houses.
Forgive
me for not responding sooner. For we, in many ways, share similar experiences
here in the present that are far removed from what germinated our political beliefs.
I read stories to my son before bed, and so do you, or so I imagine. We equally
shake our heads in confusion and dismay when presented with a Miley Cyrus video.
You eat wings with blue cheese dressing; I eat wings with blue cheese dressing.
Moreover, we all claim to be thinkers, to be interested in how we can make our
country a better place. But… those three
dots mark a precipice, a gulf so deeply cut between us that…I have been sitting
on my side…wondering whether it is any use to speak… Because, frankly, I
think all of your conservative sputtering is just a politically and pseudo-religiously
convenient way to validate your intolerance for anyone who isn’t white. Yeah. I’m being pejorative about
that word, meaning anyone who is different, whether skin tone or otherwise,
from your narrowly defined concept of what constitutes “American.”
You see, I was
raised by a woman who, though young, thought she was making good decisions
about love and her future, and instead found herself a single mother. Then it
happened again. She met a man who, though he liked to cut loose, seemed ready
to settle down into family life. Boy, was she wrong! Then my mother became a
single mother of three children, all because she thought she could change a
man. But I know what you must be thinking. She was clearly to blame. And her
three children? The ones who, for part of the time, had to rely on government
assistance for basic needs such as food? Well, according to your agenda, if a
mother has somehow fucked up, so then, too, should her children pay for her
poor (only in retrospect) decisions. So, too, should they be fucked by
inheritance or otherwise.
Thus you claim to
be Christians, but in reality, you’re just Darwinists in disguise. You say I love Jesus but then espouse a magical
up-by-your-bootstraps mentality, which has worked for .001 percent of the
public who were, as a matter of birth, born at rockbottom. You’re really all
about survival of the fittest, but can’t admit as much, so you like to trot out
the one black guy you know who beat the odds. Then you say, if he did it, so can you, but you fail
to scrutinize his story, fail to recognize that he was the lucky one, the one
who had a grandmother who pulled for him, who had a publicly-funded community
center that kept him out of trouble, who had a clever mind and an
against-all-odds imperative to not just survive, but to thrive. Who was part of
the middle class. Spare me the pandering. Spare me the black republicans, the
gay republicans, and the Phyllis Shlaflys. They are only representative of rare
and narrow truths.
Furthermore, you
claim that you have gay friends, but if they were really your friends and not
just people you shared cake with for office birthdays, you would recognize the
love they have for their partners as just the same as you have for your wife
(I’m pegging you as male. As white male.). If you took any environmental
considerations to heart you might recognize that if you don’t do something
about fossil fuel consumption now, then that son of yours, the one you like to
read to, might be pretty cold in the future when he has to, by necessity,
ration oil during the bitterest winters. And if we don’t come up with
thoughtful gun regulations, that son of yours might be in the wrong school at
the wrong time with the wrong, armed classmate. And if we leave corporations to
themselves, we might forget that even if moral people function within the
office parks and skyscrapers, a corporation is, by its nature, an unwieldy
machine built to churn out profits. And if we fail to invest in an educational
infrastructure, then any child not born into privilege must first figure out
what bootstraps are because he or she never heard of them, doesn’t know where
to find them, and has never been instructed on how to install and use your stupid,
fucking bootstraps. And, and, and… I am reminded of the Elvis Costello song, “Tramp
the Dirt Down.” Do you know it? It’s written to Margaret Thatcher, one of your
people, and the last verse goes like this: Well
I hope you live long now/ I pray the Lord your soul to keep/ I think I'll be
going/ before we fold our arms and start to weep/ I never thought for a moment/
that human life could be so cheap/ But when they finally put you in the ground/
they'll stand there laughing and tramp the dirt down.
So I guess I’ll
just end this here.