If we make it through our trumpian crisis without a civil war or a nuclear blowout, perhaps we will learn from this mess.
On a good day, I have a half-written blog in my head about how we're going to recognize and repent of what we’ve become; we’re going to see where greed and selfishness have brought us; we're going to reign in corporate power and learn to care for and lift up our poor; we’re going to treasure this beautiful planet and begin to accept and even embrace our differences, etc., etc., etc.
Today is not a good day, though, so I can’t write about that. I am too sad. The man-child’s behavior since the racist rally and murder in Charlottesville has shocked and shaken me, which is, in itself, shocking. How can I still be shocked?
I suppose it’s just the degree of ugliness that flattens me. I honestly did not know that a human being could get like that. If he was a main character in a novel, you would put down the book halfway through because it wouldn't be believable.
"Very Fine" Neo-Nazis
I won’t dwell on his remarks yesterday calling neo-nazis "very fine people" and comparing our nation's founder George Washington to confederate generals who committed treason and waged war on the United States. You probably saw that highly alarming press conference.
The worst of that spectacle was the backstory, which I also won’t dwell on because it’s all over the news. Basically, after not clearly denouncing the neo-nazis and white supremacists on Sunday, his advisors all but forced him to do so on Monday. But then he just couldn’t stand not getting his way so he reneged on the renunciation and dug deeper into his racist trench on Tuesday while his aides tried to melt through the floor.
His ego is so twisted and poisonous that even with his polling numbers and political career at stake (not to mention our country’s stability), he had to spew that, that . . . whatever it was he spewed yesterday. Which does not bode well for the moment when the Vice President is telling him not to push the nuclear button. "Don't tell me what to do!!" the man-child will wail.
Remembering -- Not Honoring -- the Confederacy
Anyway, my purpose for this blog today is not to dump more negativity into the world, although I will confess that I succumb to that temptation far too often. Writing is therapy for me, and I’m afraid I must vent and rage and grieve for my country from time to time.
Today though, I want to make a constructive suggestion. When I was in Budapest some years ago, I visited a statuary park where they had moved all of the old statues of Marx, Lenin, and other Communist leaders -- sort of an outdoor museum. It is a haunting place.
I think we should do something similar with all these confederate statues that are coming down one way or another. While it's tempting to destroy them, we should not erase our history but rather learn from it. There’s a reason they did not tear down Auschwitz.
Here’s a link to a short and powerful video about a slavery museum in Louisiana that sounds like a great place to process some of our collective pain and shame. I’ll bet they would take a few statues.