In November of 1960 I was a 10 year-old 4th grader at an
elementary school in west Houston. My
father was a minister and I truly loved our conversations about theology,
philosophy, economics and politics. I
saw my Dad as a true intellectual, a thinking man, a caring man, a man of
peace. He had already made his mark on
the local Presbyterian Church by preaching a pro-civil rights sermon to an all
white congregation shortly after our move to Houston in 1959. The sermon triggered hate calls all night
long for days and some irate members left the church.
The Spring Branch area of West Houston was a very conservative place,
so much so that by the late 1960’s it became the very first Congressional
District south of the Mason Dixon line to elect a Republican to the US Congress
since the Civil War. Our family income
did not merit our residence in this area, but the church parsonage was there so
that is where we lived after moving from Oklahoma City. I enrolled in the elementary school the year
before as a nine-year old 3rd grader. I had few friends. I did not grow up in the area. Breaking in was tough. It did not help that my view of the world was
different than virtually all of my fellow students.
November of 1960 was one of the most hotly contested Presidential
election years our nation had ever seen.
Youngster John F. Kennedy, Democrat, was running against Richard M.
Nixon, a stalwart veteran of the Republican Party. On November 8, 1960, I wore a pro-Kennedy
button to school. I believe I was the
only one to do so as everyone else who wore a campaign button seemed to be a
Nixon supporter. Everyone looked at me
as though I had just landed from Mars.
And at the recess after lunch, on a hard-baked playground, a small group
of 5th grade boys jumped me and beat me up. I was called “N-lover”, “Commie,” etc. I was not so much physically injured as I was
emotionally hurt and heartbroken. Like any
kid I wanted to be liked. I wanted to
have friends. I wanted to fit in. I did not like being the “new” kid, the
“different” kid. Clearly none of those
wishes were likely to come true at this Spring Branch elementary school. (I am grateful there was no Facebook or
twitter at that time. Heck, there were
no personal computers, no calculators, no microwaves, no mobile phones with
cameras, etc., etc.) I never told my
folks about the incident, but I celebrated the close Kennedy victory and walked
with my head held high to school the next day face still puffy from the pelting
I received the day before. I was not
jumped on November 9th. Interestingly,
Texas followed its long-standing tradition of voting solidly for the Democratic
candidate and helped push Kennedy over the top.
Regardless, the message to me was clear.
Think like we think, believe what we believe, or suffer the
consequences.
Punishing people for thinking differently, feeling differently,
believing differently, even looking differently is not limited to immature, macho
5th graders. The angry church
members who made hate calls to our home in 1960 were no different than the 5th
graders. Nor were those in the
inquisition, nor Hitler, nor ISIS, nor Al Qaeda, nor KKK, and on and on it
goes. I extend the promulgation of hate
to those folks who persecute and revile homosexuals, or democrats, or the
President, or UT fans, etc. Hate groups are
groups of folks who hate some other identifiable groups of folks and are
willing to punish, sometimes kill, other humans beings because they are
different.
There are people in my life who are African American, Asian American,
Jewish, homosexual, Hispanic, Muslim, atheist and Indian. Each of them has a story about first feeling
persecution for no reason other than their differences. Sadly, just like those 5th graders
who beat up Kennedy supporters, these persecutors do not understand if
persecution is OK for here and now against this group that there are places on
planet earth where the persecutors will be persecuted for being the different
ones. Humans are incredibly
diverse. Always have been, always will
be. If you live within the safety of the
walls of some majority where you live it would be wise to occasionally venture
out rather than continue to remain inside and drip burning oil over the
battlements on those who are likely a majority themselves elsewhere but you see
as different here. And if you say, “Let
them go back where they came from” and believe that to be a viable solution,
how will you respond when Native American Indians ask the same of you?
Attacking people because they are different is intellectually and
emotionally equivalent to those 5th graders. Sadly, very sadly, we see it all over the
world. Immature humans in some state of
power waging a war of persecution on folks who are different, think
differently, look differently, believe differently. The worst, in my opinion, are those who
believe their hate is justifiable based on their religious faith. Surely to believe in the persecution of a
fellow human is not inspired by a deity of love and forgiveness. I remain absolutely amazed that some humans
are capable of such hypocrisy, such self-deception, such cognitive
dissonance. To claim one’s position as a
persecutor is somehow morally blessed and thereby legitimate is by definition
immoral.
We see such idiocy all the time.
Remember the Muslim riots in 2007 because a Danish cartoonist depicted Muhammad, even depicted him in a less than positive way. Iran cut diplomatic ties with Denmark and
initiated a contest for the best cartoon about the holocaust in
retaliation. Muhammad declared it was
blasphemy to depict him and the Muslim world wanted us all to follow their
rules. We thought differently. Are you aware that Charlie Chaplin made a
wonderful parody of Adolph Hitler in 1940?
Hitler was incensed, but the film played on. Remember the movie “Death of a President” in
2006 wherein a scene depicting the assignation of George Bush drew so much ire
from conservatives that the film was pulled.
And now, the “Interview” is pulled because North Korean hackers threaten
violence if it is shown because it makes fun of North Korean dictator Kim Jong
Un. Funny to me is that the very same
people demanding that “Death of a President” should be pulled are now arguing
that it was capitulation and a violation of the freedom of expression to pull
the “Interview”. Once again, persecution
is in the eye of the beholder.
Do we believe in freedom of expression?
Or, do we only believe that ideas, art, cartoons, etc. should be shared
only if they agree with our point of view?
Do we believe that everyone has the solemn right to believe what he or
she believes and that the government should not infringe those rights, or do we
believe that is only true for people who think like me? Is it OK to persecute and discriminate
against people based on gender, age, religious belief, sexual preference, race,
and ethnicity? Is it OK for me to
express these questions? I argue that if
it is OK to discriminate or persecute anyone because they are different from me
then no one is free and valued as a human being. I get it that we wish everyone thought like
we think. They don’t. We need to do more than get over it, we need
to learn what it is they think.
As a nation we enter a new era, an era where corporations can
discriminate based on religious belief, where Texas legislators have introduced
a host of proposed bills legalizing discrimination of one sort or another, and
where Pakistani terrorists can butcher children on the grounds they may grow up
to think like their parents. And all
this happens on the week the movie Exodus opens and the Interview is
closed. I find that very scary. I believe anyone who can justify the
slaughter of anyone, much less innocent children on religious grounds or on the
grounds of their personal belief is not only very immature in their thinking,
they are seriously sick. It is the
equivalent of wanting to fire people because of their sexual preference, their
political party affiliation, or their religious beliefs. I find no difference in the thinking of a
school board member who sees his role as enforcing what he calls community values;
a legislator who believes some discrimination is justifiable based on company
ownership, the Muslim riots against a cartoon, the North Korean threatened
attack against “Interview”, and the extreme slaughter of innocent children by
Taliban terrorists. And Bill O’Reilly
just declared victory in the “War on Christmas because most Americans support Christian
symbols of the season to be displayed at government buildings. Really?
We are going to celebrate a government endorsement of a religious belief
because it is the majority? What are we
thinking? My wish for each of these
folks is that they awaken tomorrow as an African American Muslim homosexual and
see what happens to their view in the land of the free and brave. Each of these persecutors wraps themselves in
their own belief system and declares themselves justified in such
persecution. Each of these persecutors is
no more than 5th grade bullies.
It is my fervent wish that as a nation, as a people, we recognize and
support differences, we defend the freedom of expression and the freedom of
religion, we learn to find persecution of people who are somehow different from
us as anathema to the notion of liberty.
Only then will we truly be the land of the free and the brave and only
then will our international cry for democracy be real, not hollow rhetoric for
implementing what we believe to be right.
I oppose implementing a death penalty as the Taliban just did against
those whose sin is to be different. I
oppose threatening to implement such a death penalty as the North Korean
hackers just did. I also oppose any
lesser form of persecution including bullies on the playground and bigots
elected to office.
So, do I discriminate against those who discriminate? Probably.
But my persecution does not go beyond my freedom of expression in this
blog or elsewhere. You are safe to think
and believe differently from me. I
celebrate our human diversity. Is the
same true for me with you?
“Love your enemies and bless those who persecute you.”
Isn’t that a remarkable new way of thinking?
Wow! Bob, I have wondered from your previous comments about your early years. I wonder if there were others like us who remained silent during those school years. My first idea of " being different" was during the Kennedy election, as well. I remember hearing our minister at Spring Branch Baptist Church say that we should not vote for Kennedy because he was Catholic. I knew that my parents were voting for Kennedy, and there was a discussion when we got home about the idea that we were different. I think that I am an example of a person who attended the Baptist church with our family, but learned from my parents that we did not necessarily agree with all of the ideas of the church.
ReplyDeleteMy father was originally from Detroit, a television engineer at Channel 2 and an officer and later head of the Union organization there. The Houston Post and Channel 2 were owned by the Hobby family at that time and they were Democrats ( or at least Bill Hobby, Jr.) and paid a very good wage for the time - the Christmas bonus was an extra month's pay. My Dad hadn't lived in Houston long, but liked it because of the weather and because a war brought him to Texas. He had met my mother while she was a student at Mary Hardin Baylor in Belton near Fort Hood where he was stationed at the end of WWll. He was certainly a Democrat from a working family ( his Dad was a postman).
My mother was from a family of Democrats, you have read about my grandfather, the school superintendent of Round Rock who was fired for suggesting integration in 1957. She was a forward thinking woman for the time and had attended some very liberal thinking religion classes at MHB. She mentioned that one professor suggested that Revelation was possibly a book that was " added on" to the Bible and did not seem to belong with the rest of it. Of course, her parents did not practice all of the conservative Baptist ideas at the time. ( College had liberalized them)
My parents bought their first home in Spring Branch on the GI bill and were proud to live in Spring Branch because the schools were supposed to be better. My mother said that people actually knew that they were paying higher taxes just to have a better school system than the regular City of Houston schools. ( hohoho)
Anyway, on November 8, 1960 my 4th grade PE teacher held a " mock" election in the class. She was such a pretty thing, with a perfectly teased bubble hairdo and pert little matched outfits. Kind of put you in mind of a "cheerleader" grown older. We all giggled when she flirted with the 5th grade male PE teacher. I thought she was more " empty headed" than the usual teacher and she definitely liked the boys in the class better.
We wrote our choice on paper ballots and passed them up to be counted. All of the votes were for Nixon except for one ( mine). She made some comments about who that ONE person must be and I certainly kept my mouth shut. I am sure that my face was red, but I had learned the first lesson about being a Democrat in Houston - keep your head low and act stupid.
Actually it was mostly Spring Branch that was so conservative. The Spring Branch/Memorial area of Houston was the coming place for these folks, many of them first generation college graduates, to be petroleum engineers, or executives. With the Big Oil came the lawyers, doctors, etc. Our first neighborhood was full of Jr. Oil executives, Bell Telephone, Gas company, Electric Co., etc. Few, if any women worked, and if they did it was greatly frowned upon.
ReplyDeleteIn 7th grade, we moved up a notch to a 4 bedroom brick home, but still in Spring Branch. My new school was Spring Woods Jr. High. Here was to be the next lesson in hatred. November 22, 1963... I remember that I was in a social studies class with a very nice teacher - she seemed knowledgeable and aware of the world. Not too " fussy". It was lunch time for some students, so some were in the cafeteria.
The announcement came over the loud speaker by the principal that President Kennedy had been shot. All of a sudden, the sound of laughter and loud talking could be heard down the hall in the cafeteria. Our teacher looked up with a her eyebrows raised, I will never forget her expression, and immediately ran from the classroom, down the hall to the cafeteria. We sat in silence waiting for her to return with tears in her eyes... and I don't remember anything else until I returned home to watch the television into the night and the next days as the terrible event unfolded and placed an indelible mark on our lives forever.