You did not ask to be white. Perhaps that is not your fault. You did not ask to be here. Perhaps that is not your fault, either. (Chiun, Remo Williams The Adventure Begins)
Let me ask you something:
*Adolph Hitler designed the Volkswagen Beetle. Does that make anyone who drives one a Nazi?
* I’m related to William Henry Harrison, who was in the military and fought at the Battle of Tippecanoe before he entered politics. He was known as Tippecanoe the Indian Killer, which was part of his campaign. Am I responsible for his actions?
* My husband’s paternal great-grandmother was a Native American shaman’s daughter who was rescued after her village was destroyed in a raid by his white cavalry office great-grandfather. Does my husband’s past make him a racist or a victim? He can’t be both can he?
I know you probably think I’m crazy to start a blog post this way, and maybe I am, but no more so than the hypocrites who would probably answer these hypotheticals with a “yes”. Sadly, the reality of our times is that the more outlandish a statement is, the more likely it is to be believed. It’s the very tip of a Titanic-wrecking iceberg that is barreling down on us and I fear that if we don’t stand up for common sense now, we will soon reach a point of no return.
Much like the witch trials portrayed in Arthur Miller’s The Crucible, our nation has begun a descent into madness that has left many people afraid to speak out against the insanity. Good people are selling out and going along with the most inane things simply because they’re afraid they will be called a racist (or worse) if they don’t and I’m ashamed to admit that until recently, I was one of them. Being in the political minority as a conservative in New England has been hard enough, but in the last year or so, I’ve adopted the “head down, mouth shut” philosophy as a means of self-preservation. I care about my friends and know that some of my beliefs could be hurtful to them, so it’s easier to keep my own counsel than to speak out and risk losing friends. I wouldn’t even blog about politics for the longest time for fear of alienating the few readers I have. Recently, I had a revelation I wish I’d had sooner – my silence is complicity. My silence means they’re right when they call me a Nazi or a hater or a supremacist. I have no right to complain about the treatment of conservatives if I’m not willing to stand up to the Orwellian abuse that is running rampant in our society. All it takes to enable anarchic fascists is for those who are accused to quietly accept their fates. No more. I am no longer hiding. I am a married, middle-aged, white, middle class, straight, Christian, southern woman. I can no more help the color of my skin or socioeconomic background than anyone else can — most of our identity is an accident of birth. We are all exactly alike in the ways that truly matter and the rest is all opinion/thoughts/beliefs/choices. And guess what, folks? Opinions are like assholes – everyone has one and everyone thinks everyone else’s stinks. I don’t think the way I do to oppress or hurt your or marginalize you in some way. Who defines whether I’m right or wrong anyway? I welcome healthy debate (I was a political science major, arguing politics is one of my favorite pastimes if it’s done in a respectful way) and want to learn from people who come from different backgrounds and belief systems, but I draw the line at being shouted down and called names and labeled. I shouldn’t have to live in fear because I don’t conform to Groupthink and I’m no longer going to pretend that I’m evil just because someone else defines me that way. Those days are over. We can debate and maybe we’ll learn something from each other; if we can’t, then we can agree to disagree. In The Crucible (as in the actual witch trials), innocent people died in an accusatory society that was out of control, and the Governor didn’t intervene until his wife was accused and faced execution. I’m not going to wait to speak out. Enough is enough. Get to know me before you judge me and I will do the same for you. Let’s just treat each other with respect for our differences instead of bullying each other, and maybe we’ll find out we’re more alike than we think.