[FRIAM] Today's Sermon:: a minor awokening

Steve Smith sasmyth at swcp.com
Sat Sep 5 21:21:08 EDT 2020


> Hi Steve,
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> You can’t have read Watchman “decades” ago because it only came out a
> few years ago.  It puts Atticus in a whole new perspective.  
>
Why does that not surprise me? (that I would have made that mistake)  I
checked with Mary and the answer is she did recommend it for our "book
group" in the last year and it would have only been Mockingbird that I read.

doh!

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> Nick
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> Nicholas Thompson
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> Emeritus Professor of Ethology and Psychology
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> Clark University
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> ThompNickSon2 at gmail.com <mailto:ThompNickSon2 at gmail.com>
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> https://wordpress.clarku.edu/nthompson/
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> *From:* Friam <friam-bounces at redfish.com> *On Behalf Of *Steve Smith
> *Sent:* Saturday, September 5, 2020 6:07 PM
> *To:* friam at redfish.com
> *Subject:* Re: [FRIAM] Today's Sermon:: a minor awokening
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> Nick -
>
> I think I read /Watchmen/ decades ago... it is a good addition to my
> reading list with Mary (she has mentioned it recently)... we read
> books together (how quaint).   Right now we are on Victor Klemperer's
> diaries from the Nazi years in Germany as a Jewish man married to an
> Aryan woman, and the slow erosion and decline of their circumstances,
> his rights, and hers by association (in a time/culture where the man
> of the family had primary status, and  yet the Aryan of the family had
> higher status in many ways).   It is heartbreaking and very cautionary
> as we watch the norms of a society get eroded away on one side as a
> subset of ruthless and ambitious characters seduce and intimidate the
> populace into normalizing pretty marginalizing (and ultimately brutal)
> behaviour of one segment of population against the other.  Spoiler
> alert - the time-period is 1934-1944 so you can guess "how it turns out".
>
> Other (re)reads have included Moby Dick, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle
> Maintenance, The Woman at Otowi Bridge (Edith Warner), a biography of
> Maria Martinez (potter), the biography of Mabel Dodge-Luhan.   Not
> only do these books read differently the second time around (decades
> later) but in the light of a new (2+ years) partner whose backround
> and perspective is radically different.   Mary is much more attuned to
> the Civil Rights issues than I... she grew up in her own version of
> remote (a tiny college town, Chadron NE near the Pine Ridge Rez) with
> a mother who was a strong civic member and Democrat amongst mostly
> Republican farm/ranch folks... her father was probably a Republican if
> he voted... her brothers all rode to Sturgis, voted for Trump and are
> likely to again, etc.   but/and she loves them, even if she won't
> speak her mind openly on those topics with them.  
>
> My sister who dated her African American friend for a time is now in
> her mid-60's asking her children, my children and even Mary and I for
> "something she can read to understand 'all that'"...  She and her
> husband voted for Trump but probably won't again, and in her defense,
> lived out-of-country in Spain and Chile for most of their adult lives,
> as part of the colonialism of American Mining interests overseas.  A
> previous boyfriend was of a Mexican-American family in the border town
> whose circumstance and status was somewhat higher than our own... 
> most of the merchant and professional class were the grandchildren of
> Mexicans who lived there when it *was* Mexico (pre Gadsden
> Purchase).   My parents had a similar (though more muted) reaction to
> him... that surprised me as well since well over half of our friends
> and classmates  from 1st Grade has Spanish surnames.   They may have
> also questioned her more Anglo-Normative boyfriends along the way,
> maybe they were just overprotective?
>
> Rattling on about my sister and her family, they volunteer with
> Central American refugees in Tucson because they are both fluent in
> Spanish and just in the last year acknowledged that maybe Global
> Warming was real AND anthropogenic and maybe they should try to
> recycle or carpool or something (snarky, sorry)...so there is hope... 
>
> Yes to "context and perspective"...
>
> - Steve
>
> On 9/5/20 3:27 PM, thompnickson2 at gmail.com
> <mailto:thompnickson2 at gmail.com> wrote:
>
>     Steve,
>
>      
>
>     Your story, like so many of your stories, cuts to the heart.  If
>     you haven’t already, I recommend you read /Go Call a Watchmen,
>     /the pre-written sequel to /To Kill a Mockingbird, /in which Scout
>     discovers that, at least from seen from a Northern perspective, is
>     actually a flaming racist.  That perspective thing, as Glen keeps
>     reminding me, is so important.  I would love to know what you
>     (-all) think of that book.
>
>      
>
>     Nick
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>      
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>      
>
>     Nicholas Thompson
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>     Emeritus Professor of Ethology and Psychology
>
>     Clark University
>
>     ThompNickSon2 at gmail.com <mailto:ThompNickSon2 at gmail.com>
>
>     https://wordpress.clarku.edu/nthompson/
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>      
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>     *From:* Friam <friam-bounces at redfish.com>
>     <mailto:friam-bounces at redfish.com> *On Behalf Of *Steve Smith
>     *Sent:* Saturday, September 5, 2020 1:27 PM
>     *To:* friam at redfish.com <mailto:friam at redfish.com>
>     *Subject:* Re: [FRIAM] Today's Sermon:: a minor awokening
>
>      
>
>     Nick -
>
>     I think I may well know the man of whom you speak... he is in my
>     "second order circle" so I only see him while visiting certain
>     friends or at events we all share or the occasional criss-cross in
>     a public venue.   I will try to remember to ask him if he
>     remembers YOU...   question is which stereotype might I appeal to
>     to describe you to him?   I won't speculate on what forms that
>     might take as I explore my own stereotypes, or worse yet, my
>     projections of what *his* stereotypes of you might be.     If we
>     are talking about the same person I doubt he would have "avoided
>     you"... he has been fairly politely blunt with me a few times and
>     then resumed the jovial conversations we were having.   He seemed
>     very practiced at navigating (not so) hidden judgements and
>     assumptions about him.
>
>     My own mother had a modest amount of self-awareness, growing up in
>     KY fairly proud of being a "Yankee" in the sense of north of the
>     Mason-Dixon and from a subculture that was too poor to have ever
>     risked owning a slave or having a close relative who did.  She
>     lived with her aunt in the city of Frankfort during the school
>     year in the depression for lots of reasons.   She was therefore
>     raised as an only child, her cousins having recently grown and
>     moved out of the family home.   She tells an anecdote of having
>     developed a friendship with a girl who lived *somewhere* between
>     *her school* and her aunt's house... she would pause to play with
>     her every day after school until it got to where she started being
>     noticeably late home... when she told her aunt why she was late,
>     she said "why don't you just invite your friend home next time and
>     you can play here!"...  she asked her friend who resisted for
>     about a week and then finally came home (her aunt married a
>     Scottish Doctor, so their home was very meticulous and in a nicer
>     neighborhood, but they lived crazy-frugal anyway) and after the
>     first day, her aunt very politely told her not to invite the
>     friend back, and in fact, was forbidden to play with her
>     anymore.   The little girl was apparently the first black person
>     she had ever met and it was years later that she guessed that that
>     was what it was all about...   her aunt was too "polite" to make a
>     deal about it and too "authoritarian" to be questioned.    Later
>     her mother gave her a family heirloom which was referred to
>     colloquially as a "tar baby" which her mother explained to her had
>     been a type of doll that young girls were given to "play with" in
>     the style and memory of how their ancestors had been allowed to
>     "play with" the slave babies.   Her mother explained how wrong
>     *all* of it was, from the slavery to the treating even the babies
>     as property, to replacing them post-emancipation with effigies,
>     etc.   I learned this when she was unpacking from one of our moves
>     and it showed up in a cardboard barrel amongst her mother's (our
>     aunt's) china that we never used...  my sister saw it and was
>     intrigued and "wanted to play with it" whereupon my mother tried
>     to explain all of this to us and then declaring that "the best
>     thing I can do is get rid of it, it is just a reflection of a bad
>     piece of history".   I don't know if it went in the burn barrel
>     with our other trash or if she figured out some more respectful
>     disposal method... I would like to think she knew of a historian
>     or similar for whom such an artifact could be made meaningful.  
>     This and other similar instances made me think that my parents
>     were the least prejudiced people I knew, until at 19 my sister who
>     had a small group of friends from college, one of who was African
>     American...  my parents liked him a lot, he was a very sociable
>     and interesting person (his father was career military and his
>     mother had died when he was young and he and two sisters were
>     raised by "help").   But at some point, the friendship drifted
>     into the boyfriend zone and they very sternly, albeit
>     embarrassingly disabused me of the thought that they were not
>     prejudiced.   I don't remember the exact conversations but it was
>     clear that they were very much against the relationship, even if
>     they didn't quite try to forbid their (adult) daughter from
>     continuing.   I think they even enlisted one of their (more
>     openly) racist friends to have a conversation with her.  It did
>     not sit well at all with me.  But made me realize how hidden some
>     of these judgements, stereotypes, opinions, etc can be.   I'm sure
>     I'm laced with junk like that.
>
>     - Steve
>
>         Dear fellow congregants,
>
>          
>
>         One of the things we talk about is our bemusement at Trump
>         supporters.  One expression you often hear these supporters
>         say is that they admire him because “He tells it like it is!” 
>         They can say this while acknowledging  that almost everything
>         he says is false.  So, if he is lying most of the time, what
>         is he telling the truth about?
>
>          
>
>         I think I know.  As I keep insisting, I am not a boomer.  I am
>         from the Silent Generation, the Lonely Crowd.  My mother’s
>         life hero was Eleanor Roosevelt.  It was I, aged seven, who
>         brought the news of the President’s death to my parents, and I
>         was startled to seem my mother burst into tears.  Crying was
>         not her thing.  My folks were publishers. We had black,
>         Jewish, gay, lesbian, working class, authors visiting the
>         house.  But – and here is the point – when they visited, they
>         visited /as such./  Not that I was told as a child explicitly,
>         but it was conveyed to me as a child, somehow, that these
>         folks belonged to a different category.  And my education, in
>         Massachusetts, in the 40’s, was devoid of any explicit contact
>         with anybody in any of these categories.
>
>          
>
>         Ok, fast forward 70 years to Santa Fe.  I befriend at Ohoris
>         an extremely tall black man, grizzled, slow moving,
>         thoughtful, with an intricate, international biography full of
>         remarkable connections and coincidences.  He fits in every
>         conceivable way my childhood stereotype of the “old wise black
>         man”.  I sit in rapt attention to his stories. I look up to
>         him, which, given his height, is my only choice. But, as we
>         continue to meet, a tension begins to rise between us that is
>         coming largely from me, but I cannot control.  He becomes
>         aware that I am seeing him through the stereotype of  the old
>         wise black man.  Because I cannot admit to it, he is
>         imprisoned by it.  /Our conversations are based on a lie./  He
>         disappears from Ohoris and I never see him again.  He would
>         rather eschew good coffee, than live in my lie. 
>
>          
>
>         This is what Donald Trump is truthful about.  He tells the
>         truth about his own stereotypes.  He is truthful about
>         himself.  That what he believes is FALSE is irrelevant to his
>         base.  He admits to thoughts which they know many others find
>         distasteful.  It is hard to live in a world which has moved on
>         from one’s childhood, a world in which others find one’s basic
>         categorizations distasteful – in fact, a world in which one
>         finds one’s own basic categorizations distasteful. 
>
>          
>
>         To break Trump we need to come to a new understanding and
>         acknowledgement of type-isms.  There are always going to be
>         type-isms.  We human beings do that sort of thing.  Raised in
>         a particular way, at a particular time I see a tall grizzled
>         black man as wise, and everything he says and does is read
>         through that lens.  That’s abduction.  This person wears a
>         dress, this person is a woman, this person is gentle, that ‘s
>         abduction.  (Well, it’s abduction-deduction, but let that
>         go.)  Human beings naturally form identity groups that trap
>         ourselves and others in false abductions.  So we need to
>         design our society to counter these. (Libertarians beware. 
>         Here come Nick’s white vans, again)  In this case the white
>         van takes the form of aggressive  taxation of the rich and
>         aggressive education of the poor, and of institutions that
>         promote the random mixing of our citizens (like public
>         universities and armies – or conservation corps).  
>
>          
>
>         Could my friendship with the tall black guy have been
>         rescued?  Could we have laughed about my stereotypes?  Perhaps
>         I should have said, early on, “Look, I’m sorry, I keep seeing
>         you  as Uncle Remus.  I am sure, as I get to know you better,
>         I will get over it.  Please be patient with me, and please
>         call me out whenever you feel confined by it. ” 
>
>          
>
>         A Liberalism that does not free me is not worth the name.
>
>          
>
>         Nick
>
>         Nicholas Thompson
>
>         Emeritus Professor of Ethology and Psychology
>
>         Clark University
>
>         ThompNickSon2 at gmail.com <mailto:ThompNickSon2 at gmail.com>
>
>         https://wordpress.clarku.edu/nthompson/
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