Everyone has lines. Do you know where yours are?

Every single day something happens that is way over the line. I believe this is because, in spite of the fact that most of us have lines, we don’t give them the attention and care they deserve. As a result our lines are blurry. Unfortunately, blurry lines open the door for things to happen that are morally reprehensible. Things that would never happen if our lines were deeply thought out and properly cultivated. 

We must stop blindly walking the lines that others have set. Think hard then decide where to set your own boundaries. Our individual lines are separate and personal. Even when identical to the lines of those around us, they are still distinct. This is because they are based on our personal experiences and our own decisions about right and wrong. Our experience of the world is unique and so is the architecture of our lines.

Lines are fundamental to our self identity and necessary for the health of our nation. The best chance we have of fixing the things that have gone so wrong is to acknowledge and respect our own lines and refuse to cross them. After all, we are our lines. 

So no matter what is happening outside, make the decision everyday to know where your lines are and stand on your own convictions.

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The Privilege to Disagree

I voted today!
We arrived at our precinct 30 minutes before it opened, and there were at least 20 people already in line. I was kind of excited as I stood waiting in the cold, because l could pretend that I was making a sacrifice to do my public duty. I felt so proud of myself.
 As we stood *shivering in the cold, I heard snippets of the conversation in front of me. That conversation included a lot of what we now call alternative facts. I tried not to listen, but it was impossible not to hear. I decided to politely and respectfully point out just one big piece of “misinformation”. I think my husband knew what I was plotting because he worked hard to distract me. After a few minutes, their conversation moved away from politics to more benign topics. I decided to mind my own business. 
Soon, the woman in front of us, who had been disseminating false information, turned and asked me a (benign) question. I was surprised, but happy. I love to talk and I love to meet new people. It became obvious that the woman in front of me is the same way. We hit it off immediately, and talked nonstop about every safe topic imaginable while we waited to vote. Our husbands watched us warily, worried that we would eventually touch on politics, but we didn’t.
There were things said that alluded to the fact that we stand on opposite sides of the political divide. She believes that she has chosen the side that aligns with her faith. I believe that my faith (probably the same one), keeps me from aligning with her side. In spite of that fundamental difference, our conversation flowed freely, with laughter and warmth. 
The lady in front of me, whose name I never learned, has been married for 47 years, has three adult children, is from West Virginia and wants to move to Montana in a few years. Her husband wants to move to the beach, so they bickered about that for a minute.
In the 30 minutes that we interacted, I came to believe that my new acquaintance is probably a kind and generous human being. I sensed that she wanted me to know that about her, just as I wanted her to think well of me. When we parted, we hugged and wished each other well. I hope that one day she gets to move to Montana.
There are a hundred reasons why I’m glad that I cast my vote against the former President. My encounter with the lady in front of me reminded me that each of us arrives at whatever spot we are in through our individual and varied experience. I respect all people, even when I don’t respect their opinion. This is an aspect of freedom that some of us take for granted. When I voted, I was voting in favor of continuing our country’s long tradition of allowing differing opinions and values to freely bump and collide. I voted against the one who has intimated that his detractors should face some form of punishment. Most importantly, I voted in favor of my new friend’s right to say untrue things and my right to opinions that may be unpopular.

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The Veneer Of Progress Is An Illusion

(War Again: It has got to stop)

War is marketed to us as a collective enterprise; a team effort, that boils down to good vs evil. No matter what team we align with, we are told that our team is good and the other team is evil. In some instances this may be true, but mostly it isn’t.

In war, being on the morally right side is a crap shoot, because the teams are rarely ideologically sorted. Instead, the teams (sides) are based on group identity; geographical, religious and ethnic. Group identity is the metric that the aggressors use to justify their violence. They perceive the enemy as an amorphous blob, instead of a loosely connected collection of individuals, where each one is valued. 

The aggressors of war try to convince us that their goals supersede the violence they inflict on the group. The horror of the murders they sponsor are marketed as necessity. Many of us seem to accept any excuse for the violence, even though it’s impossible to find even a snippet of reason in bombing hospitals or maiming and starving scores of people. Even to make a poorly defined point and achieve a  much too broadly defined goal.

It’s hard to speak against war, so we play along because we are gaslit into believing that loyalty to the home team means refraining from speech that is perceived as critical. Meanwhile, time keeps on rolling while the mass suffering endured by the victims of war, diminishes us all. 

War, as a way to resolve conflict is barbaric. We must eradicate the practice of war. The universal and complete rejection of war, is our best solution. We must amplify and advocate for rejection of war, at every opportunity. Upholding the rights of all people is more important than the difficulty of compromise and change.

 

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