The last few days when reading the Tampa Tribune I have again been struck by the juxtaposition of articles about war and weapons with those about such issues as same sex marriage, and environmental concerns. It sometimes seems as if we humans are often more comfortable killing each other – in the name of justice, right, God’s Will or whatever – than we are in loving each other. This is not a new observation. I have been noticing this for many years. Back in the late sixties and early seventies on the campus of the very prestigious academic institution where I was working on a masters degree, some of we students replaced the decorated holiday tree with a silhouette of a bomb which we outlined with brightly colored holidays lights. We also put up signs proclaiming that apparently the staff of the institution thought that Jesus taught that violence is better than loving. For example, in looking at the investments of this so-called Christian institution it seems that there was a disconnect between investments and their core belief system. In our mind we were forcing the institution to more honestly face this seeming inconsistency.
Daily, there are reports of violence in iraq, Afghanistan, Syria, France, Sweden, parts of Africa, Ukraine, and Libya as well as on the streets, in offices and homes in the United States. If one truly took in the pain which is associated with any of this violence, one would be immobilized. For every death a part of us dies. For every limb or eye or brain function which is lost we suffer loss. Yet, we must continue functioning and that means that we must not experience these losses too deeply. Otherwise we could not go to work ,wash the dishes or take care of our children. We would feel helpless and overwhelmed. Therefore, we emotionally disconnect at some level much of the time.
Many nations, including the United States, are increasingly using drones as a way to kill “the enemy”. Of course, we have to know that “the enemy” will soon use drones also. Drones allows us even more insulation from the shared humanness and allow us to feed our illusion that there really is an “us” and “them”
In the state of Florida there is a lot of discussion about a current proposed legislative bill that we allow students and staff to carry guns on college campuses. We will arm our students and teachers to kill the disturbed person or the person who seems as if he/she might be a threat. We will also make it difficult for the police to tell the troubled individual from the students “who are exercising their right to protect themselves.” Nearly every college president has spoken out against arming the students and staff. Still, it seems as if the measure has a good chance of passing.
Articles reporting the discourse about same sex marriage – most recently in Texas and Alabama - seem to suggest that these may be even more emotional issues for some than the violence we are inflicting on each other.
Why is this, one might reasonably ask? Why in the world would anyone care whether people of whatever gender love and take care of each other? One would think that those legislators and others who worry about the “burden” of taking care of the “have nots” would be delighted with any law which legalized people taking responsibility for each other. Yet, for many that is not the case. There is a high level of anger and fear associated with same sex marriage or other changes in what in what we find normal or moral. This is true, not only in certain portions of the populations of the United States, but in many other countries as well. In some countries people are still put to death for engaging in a loving sexual relationship with someone of the same sex. Frequently it is purported that Allah, God or the Higher Power in which that culture believes is deeply offended by such behavior – more offended than by the murder which we justify as self defense.
Am I seriously to believe that the Deity is offended by what I do with my body parts for love or even just for fun. Really? How could that be? Why would we humans envision a Deity which has nothing more to do that be concerned about whether I am restricting my sexual activity to the possibility of procreating or just having safe, intimate fun with another person of whatever gender?
Why, we might ask, do we humans get so angry in the name of our particular Deity. Surely our Deity would be more upset by us killing each other or otherwise harming each other.
Anger is an interesting emotion which we humans seems to use very liberally. Just this morning I was talking with someone about the purpose of our anger. We decided that most often the purpose of our anger is:
· To help us avoid dealing with the discomfort of some decision or behavior of ours.
· To help us avoid dealing with the discomfort of fear.
· To help us avoid dealing with the discomfort of having to let go of the illusion that we can clearly tell the good from the bad.
· To help us deal with the discomfort of letting go of an attachment to some belief, hope or expectation. For example, if I had decided that you were going to always be there for me and then you up and die, I might “find myself” being very angry and blaming you for “making me” face the future without you; for letting go of the belief that I can only be happy if you live or behave the way I have decided you “should” behave.
It is very comforting when we can convince ourselves that our anger and even our violence is justified. Surely despite the lack of weapons of mass destruction we, as a country, were justified in declaring war on Iraq and eventually killing the “bad man” who was head of the country as well as many, many other Iraqi people.
It was very comforting to convince ourselves that our involvement in Vietnam and later Cambodia was to keep the bad people out of the country – the bad people being the Vietcong and not the French or other Colonial Powers.
It is very comforting when we think that we are morally superior for behaving in a certain way sexually even if that sometimes means that we suppress and even lie to ourselves about our sexual feelings or behavior.
As we age and if we are awake we cannot help but notice that just about the time we think we have figured out the rules for this life journey something or someone comes along to challenge those rules. A hole get punched into what we thought was an airtight box ; a box in which we placed all “the truths” or this life journey.
As in the case with sexual behavior we find that the original reason for the rule no longer exists. For example, when lots of children and mothers died in childbirth, when lots of people died young, when we needed as many people as possible to harvest or gather food and we thought there was a limited number of sperm, it made sense to prohibit the “wasting of seeds” by masturbating/pleasuring oneself, or having sexual relationships with someone of the same sex or even someone of the opposite sex using birth control. Also, there was even less understanding of sexually transmitted diseases and no treatment available. We can now make more informed “rules” for sexual behavior consistent with what we know about disease and with our plans regarding children or lack of same.
It seems that it is only when we face our fears that we can let go of our anger and begin to explore new ways of living in cooperative harmony with each other. Perhaps we do not need to continue to make enemies out of each other or to punish others who see the world differently than we do. Perhaps it is only when we face our fears that we can find the freedom of our strength; the strength of opening to new possibilities; of new truths.