When did we decide that we men and women could be contained within a single noun or fewer than 100 adjectives? When and how did we simplify our image of the human being as vanilla rather than the 28 Howard Johnson flavors of species?
The attempt to fit into these neatly crafted cardboard images or virtual images has spawned a host of professions including my own as us humans grapple with the fear of not being masculine enough, feminine enough, white enough, black enough, yellow enough, smart enough, pretty enough, accomplished enough and most of all fake enough.
The authors of the most recent book about the many faceted Thomas Jefferson, “Most Blessed of the Patriarchs” Thomas Jefferson and the Empire of the Imagination Annette Gordon-Reed and Peter S. Onuf quotes Walt Witman “Do I contradict myself? Very well then….I contradict myself; I am large….I contain multitudes.”
Indeed, we all contain multitudes. Thomas Jefferson was an amazing, creative, far sighted, bright, learned, stupid, emotionally and spiritually challenged man . Much of his wealth was dependent on owning human beings. He used women sexually while resolutely believing in equality of and for all people. If living today he would be a target of the MeToo movement and possibly labeled a sexual offender. Yet, we owe him our gratitude for laying or adding to the base which has led to many of the freedoms some of us enjoy today.
Just this morning I read the list of indictments by the local grand jury. The crimes of which they are accused do disturb the safety and peace of the community and, yet, the list of those who would deny a safe environment, safe working conditions, a fair wage, a safe haven or other basic needs, and I would suggest rights, would be much longer. This later list might often include the designated leaders whom we are told deserve our respect. This is justice? At best what passes for justice treats the symptoms. Yet, we struggle to design a system of justice which is less of an illusion and comes closer to reflecting reality.
We are all weak, strong, able, disabled, loving, mean, users, used, kind, cruel, insightful, dumb, and much more. I am not convinced that any of us are evil but I do believe that each of us are capable of murdering the soul and sometime the physical body of ourselves and others. We are all a part of the systematic destruction of the carefully crafted balance which allows life as we know it to exist on this planet in this window of time.
Today I will perform many tasks all of which will portray a different character. Some I will be proud of. Some I will not. Many of the characters who reside within me will rest today or silently prod or admonish others.
Today many will think they know me. Even I may think I know me. Yet,
as Walt Whitman reminds me I am multitudes.
Written January 16, 2019
Jimmy F. Pickett