The funny thing is that I was raised in a republican
household and, for the most part, I think the general lesson taught was that
politics should not mandate what we consider social services. Rugged individualism
defined my parent’s, grandparent’s and great-grandparent’s lives. While my
folks certainly supported gay rights and a woman’s right to choose – these were
very personal beliefs that were not broadcast anywhere in our community,
workplaces or social gatherings.
Politics was the platform for foreign policy and economics, certainly not
a national stage to discuss when life begins in the womb – or if a rape victim
has a right to abort.
For me, something changed in 1984. I had just spent an
amazing week in Dallas – as a youth delegate to the Republican National
Convention. I watched Ronald Reagan and his political allies ride a wave of popularity
to stunning victory. But something began to become unsettling – I was noticing
a trend that disturbed me. On the long bus ride home, fellow students and I
read through the party platform, speeches and word bites and it was apparent that being
anti-abortion and wanting prayer in school were explicitly linked to the party.
Everyone went around stating whether they agreed or disagreed – I was the only
one on that bus that disagreed with the party stance on those two issues. I was asked what the hell I was doing on that bus.
Because I had a dissenting opinion on two social issues.
I didn’t like that
those issues were part of the new party dogma but what I thought was very
disturbing was the inability of my peers to respect different beliefs. That
level of fanaticism and inability to allow more moderate voices stopped me cold
in my tracks. I had been raised, as I’ve explained, in a culture where personal
beliefs and values didn’t belong in politics. To watch the Republican Party
explicitly adopt a set of beliefs as “right” and “true” was disquieting. I didn’t know how to explain that to those
other kids on the bus – because they were attacking my personal beliefs which I
had learned were meant to be held privately.
That September, Newsweek would publish its issue under the title of God and Politics – I wasn’t the only one
who was noticing a change in the political climate.
That’s my story with one party and I could speak to dogma on
the “left” side of the aisle that is just as polarizing and gives me pause. (*When
I talked to Andy about this, he wanted me to give an example of liberal
righteous story-making and I said “if republicans win, they will destroy the
planet.” He looked at me for a long moment and then said he thought that
example worked.)
It is still my natural inclination to not engage in
political chitchat because it rarely comes in the shape of real dialogue or
curiosity. Dialogue asks us to set our “truths” aside, be willing to learn from
others, manage our fear and anxiety as our paradigms are challenged, and see if
something new can emerge. I didn’t learn about that in my family – God no – but
it’s become a lot more important to me as I’ve gotten older. And when it comes
to politics, I have rarely found any person who wants to understand what I
think as opposed to telling me what they think.
Now, social concerns, religious doctrine, and belief systems
dominate our political conversations. Our basic philosophical and personal
values get wrapped up into those debates. Today’s political dogma – on both
sides of the party line – is drenched in deeply polarized value sets. We’ve
ended up building our political identities on top of our personal, fundamental values
– to challenge the former is to challenge everything regarding the later. This
is hardly new and yet, is it possible, as we begin to truly understand that we
are a country of different religions, ethnic backgrounds, geographical
cultures, levels of privilege and wealth, that we are witnessing a painful
unraveling of how we have thought of ourselves as a nation of people? We may be
finally letting it sink in that the USA is truly the melting pot of the world.
I looked at the electoral college map Tuesday night and I
felt my heart go out to all the people in the Midwest and the South – because I
knew they were looking at that same map and watching how the northeast and the
west coast carried the election away from their candidate. Especially in states
like Wyoming and Utah where almost 70% voted for the other guy. Space and
territory doesn’t mandate power in this country – population density does. But
the image is still visceral in terms of culture and identity.
And now I vote according to my personal belief system
regarding social and environmental issues as opposed to issues like fiscal
responsibility, foreign policy, state’s rights and other issues where I am
fairly moderate. I do this because I also have come to identify my values with fears
about losing certain freedoms.
Just like everyone
else out there.
I voted for the guy most likely to protect what I value.
And maybe that’s what my parents did all those years ago – I
was just too young to understand.
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