Late in the composition of last week’s post, I came across an unexamined feature of Trump’s sway over the nation’s soul.
Emotions come first.
Ideas come later.
The whole hullaballoo about #microaggressions assumes that one can never heal from even the slightest insult. The same applies, frankly, to a ton of what folk obssess on concerning #injustice and #racism.
And certainly I’ve done enough such obssessing myself; in the end it plays a large role in how I became homeless. And have remained homeless.
How I’ve failed to get back on my feet.
In this vein, I often recall Matthew 19:24, about the camel that can’t get through The Needle’s Eye (a particular very narrow gate in Jerusalem). Many people may be “poor” in material things, but exceptionally “rich” in resentments. One must unpack the camel, discard all that junk, if one is ever to enter the Kingdom.
If I were to bet I would guess that 90% of the “shit” that troubles us is already behind us. In some cases, so far in our past that we are not even sure if we still have the story straight.
“Two monks were on a pilgrimage. One day, they came to a deep river. At the edge of the river, a young woman sat weeping, because she was afraid to cross the river without help. She begged the two monks to help her. The younger monk turned his back. The members of their order were forbidden to touch a woman. But the older monk picked up the woman without a word and carried her across the river. He put her down on the far side and continued his journey. The younger monk came after him, scolding him and berating him for breaking his vows. He went on this way for…
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That’s the law.
Accordingly, this speech I just heard a mother direct to her one-year old:
“Shut the fuck up. Yo’ little punk ass always cryin’ an shit.”
First point: Do I have a right to be offended by that? Do I have a right to say it offends me?
Second point: Look at the exact words used. As with many people I meet from day to day, the words they use indicate conclusively that their lives revolve around their privates.
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— Brown University junior Emma Hall
This event was no microaggression.
There was no chapel last night, so at 7:15 we had the option to go straight to bed, with or without taking a smoke break first.
Some of us stood in the smoke pit rehearsing the things we don’t like about chapel. This one newcomer said, “The Bible’s all bullshit. If you read that stuff and you can’t tell it’s all bullshit, you must be mentally retarded.”
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