It’s time to move on.
If you think moving on is accepting the idea that things are going to be different because I am now falling in line with with where we seem to be heading you are wrong.
If you think I am going to sit idly by while the progress we have made to create more inclusiveness for more people is rolled back you are, again, wrong.
You see, one of the most important values I hold is that everyone is able enjoy the same basic fundamental security we feel when we know we matter. After creating a safe place for everyone, then everything else can fall in place.
That’s the foundational thing isn’t it. Whether you ascribe to the belief that God created each of us in his own image or you simply are civilized enough to respect the dignity of man, there is no reason to assume anyone is more valuable than another is there? There is no reason to think one religion or gender or race should be treated differently than another. There is no reason to think it will make you a better person if others think like you, talk like you, pray like you or love the way you do.
I wrote last time about living on the edge of knowing the feeling of otherness. When I sense that, when I feel like I don’t fit in, a portion of my creativity and energy go to resolving that dissonance and not toward what I should be focused on. That’s part of our human nature. It’s also part of our human nature to have self doubt but the differentiation here is where negative thoughts come from. It is hard enough to not spend too much time in our own head as a result of internal dialogue. And that is bad enough.
Imagine a sense that you don’t matter when it comes from the existential threat of expressed hatred. Imagine seeing disdain of the fundamental essence that you are, that you exist. And then you watch in horror as those prejudices are given legitimacy and acceptance from a movement that grew powerful enough to elect a leader who endorsed speaking ones mind regardless of how putrid that ugly insecure little mind might be. I can’t imagine the horror of being reminded some might hate you simply because you are. And I won’t allow it.
I don’t understand nor accept anyone’s right to compensate for their moral deficiencies, misplaced insecurities or evil disposition at the expense of my fellow man. I mean let’s face it. Some of us get upset by a shopper with 13 items in the 12 item or less express aisle. You ascribe a personal affront to that. Consider how you’d feel if the affront were real. If it were based on what you look like, who you love, where you worship or a disability you endure.
Truly it is time to l move on and now I believe it there is a legitimacy to the expression “Make American Great Again. “ Right now I don’t think we are so great. Furthermore, if the sort of divide we are witnessing was boiling beneath the surface all along maybe we haven’t been great for quite some time. If ever. That doesn’t mean we can’t improve. It’s time to stand up for equality and inclusion for everyone. That means we fight hate with love and defend against oppression always and everywhere.
We can do this.
In case you wondered…
I’m not doing this for you. I’m doing this because writing helps me process things, things that I may not at first be sure how I feel about, good and bad, that seem important to me. I’m only as strong as my weakest link. Come along if you like. I’d appreciate the company.
I’m probably going to overshare on these pages. I can guarantee you I will be outrageous from time to time. It’s not lost on me that I most recently had a passion for thinking out loud and publicly at time in my life where I felt a little lost; a time where I felt there was little in my life that I had control over. I’ve grown a lot since then and I suppose the kind of political ranting I did on The Red Hog Diary between 2006 and 2009 can be found on thousands of other sites today. We don’t need more of that.
I’m seeking to find a way forward with a new disconnect I feel. I’m Mexican American and was raised Midwestern in a predominantly white town of mostly wonderful people during the 60’s. I also used to weigh 500 pounds. I tell you this because those distinctions formed my world view in a way that offered a specific insight into otherness. I was blessed to very rarely be the victim of direct hostility but I heard all of the whispers, I noticed all of the second disapproving glances and deciphered the coded stories meant to put me in my place.
I never allowed my experience to make me bitter. Ok that’s a lie. I have to battle bitterness all the time. I can tell you I’m generally an obnoxious big and loud positive attitude extrovert but there are other times that I’m convinced you can’t beat a good wallowing. But let’s not go there until we have to!
I’m seeing a lot of “cheer up” and “Let’s just move along” advice being dispensed to people who feel threatened by the political discourse in the world today. You might be trying to help but I gotta tell you, nothing could be less helpful or more unwelcome than hearing those words by someone feeling vulnerable. Consider rather how healing it could be to just be heard when someone is compelled to share their fears or their pain. You should feel honored that someone would trust you with such. That being said; I’m half white, I’ve lost over 200 pounds and I have a college education, a great job, a lovely wife and amazing children. I tell you that because those distinctions form my world view in a way that offers a specific insight into majority. So… I have to check my privilege every day. Don’t get defensive about that. Accept any privileges you can imagine and be thankful for them.
But you can’t turn off being gay, you can’t hide dark skin and you should not, in this great nation, ever have to hide your religion or lack thereof. I believe there is divinity in all of us. Whether you believe we were created in God’s image or are the result of a beautiful evolution the human spirit is indomitable and precious. You know it when the sun warms your shoulders. You know it when you stand in awe of natures beauty and you know it when you experience that warm little shiver that washes over you in a particularly poignant moment.
We are all just trying to get along. No matter how together we appear to be on the outside it’s my experience that insecurity and hidden pain can be so close to the surface we don’t know where to turn. Not always. But sometimes. And so I think that is what the new Red Hog Diary is going to be about. I’m going to try and make sense of why I fall short with doing the right thing too often, why I sometimes prepare argument when I should listen and I want to focus on how I can best support those who feel vulnerable around us. I know when I feel weak I count on the strength of others. In doing so, maybe I can just drive away some of the demons that keep me awake at times. We need more of all that I think.
Wow… It’s been a while. My actual original domain, Red Hog Diary.com has been sat on by some male enhancement squatter. I suppose I should take that as a sign of flattery that the name recognition generated just a hint of commercial viability. I hope they are doing better with it than I did. I had fun sharing my world view with, at one point, up to 900 readers per day. That was huge in my world but short of the critical mass required to actually generate ad revenue. In the end trolls wore me out and I shut everything down.
I found sharing my thoughts cathartic and The Red Hog Diary filled some big holes in my life at the time. Suddenly, maybe in part as a result of this last election, I’m feeling those holes again. I’m in a unique time and place where I will have a lot of time to write for a bit. I’ll see if it catches and if it does, maybe we can hang out. I’m thinking the focus of my writing here might be something to do with finding a new way forward in this post political correct world we seem to have found for ourselves.
A book I am reading has really grabbed my attention lately. Leaders Eat Last. From what I’ve gathered so far the idea is that we can only be our best when we feel safe in our immediate environments. Our productivity and creativity shines when we feel secure in our own skin. That sense of security affords us the ability to be at our best in all we do and gives us resilience in those situations where we face outside threats. I wish the only outside threats any of us needed to worry about were severe weather or an alien invasion. Such is not so. Especially now.
And That is why I think I need to write again. I’ll let you know when there is something to see here via Facebook. Until then… This feels good. Welcome home.