Just back from a massage, my muscles a bit more
relaxed, my tensions beginning to ease, hungry, now that is well past noon, I
toast some raisin bread, grab the peanut butter, and pour myself a glass a milk
while I pick up my phone so I can check out what is happening on Facebook.
The White House tribute and farewell to Vice
President Joe Biden is live. He had just
been awarded the Presidential Medal of Freedom. The farewell speech is
nearly over when I join others watching this man speak so lovingly and
respectfully about his time in office and about the friendship and bond that
has developed between President Obama and himself. Heart emoticons, and
thumbs up emoticons float across the bottom of the screen on phone.
Comments are scrolling below the emoticons. I hit the heart
emoticon and think about how much I love this man and his boss. Words
like dignity, class, civility, and humility come to my mind as I watch the man
we commonly call Joe speak. He hits the nail on the head for when he
describes Obama as a man devoid of any sense of entitlement. I would say
the same could be applied to Joe Biden.
I begin to reflect upon our current political
environment, upon my own political beliefs, and about the world of politics in
which I have lived since I was a child. To me, The Office of the
President of the United States has never really been about politics. I
have respected all of the presidents whom have presided over our country
throughout all of my lifetime because of a sense of patriotism that was bred in
me from my earliest days. I learned values of respect for my elders, for
my leaders, and for our system of government while I sat at the dinner table
and was encouraged by my father to participate in whatever discussions we would
have at dinner. I learned these same values all throughout my school
career.
I learned American History from my parents and
grandparents as stories of our own family history, so linked to the history of
this country, were told on long Sunday afternoon rides throughout the
countryside of Colorado, or when we took vacations with our grandparents.
As I watched those emoticons float across the
screen, read the remarks that others made in the comments, on a Thursday
afternoon in January, listening to Joe Biden speak, I wondered just why I was
weeping again.
I had wept earlier this week as I listened to
President Barack Obama give his farewell speech. I wept as if I were saying goodbye to a loved
one and to an era which this loved one represented. Indeed, I had the sense that this was exactly
what was happening. I was weeping
because not only was a much admired and loved leader leaving office, but also
because the end of an era which I had embraced so fully was coming to an end.
A sense of history washed over me as I listened to
President Obama speak. I thought of the farewell addresses I had read and
studied in school. I thought of the lessons and warnings that we as
students were to discover from the departing president's speech. As we
studied those speeches of past presidents, we were asked to note what could we
learn about the times in which that president lived from the speech. What
was the background for the remarks that we could learn from history? What
did the speech tell us about the president himself, his administration, his
goals and achievements? Earlier this week, as I listened to this man speak, our
current and outgoing president, knowing we will not see the likes of his
oratory skills for a long time to come, if ever in my lifetime, I resolved to
get a printed copy of his speech so I could read it, ponder it, and reflect
upon in the days to come.
Today, as I watched the love of a people float
across the screen in form of emoticons as Vice President Biden spoke, I
realized anew the very different type of connection we feel with each other and
with our leaders during these days. In an instant, we can express to the
rest of the world how we are feeling about any given moment in history as we
view that moment live on the screen.
There were comments not worthy of the country in
which we live that would pop up in the comments. Those commenters have
the right to express such thoughts because of the rights we in America have,
and I support the right to speak one’s beliefs as fundamental to our democracy,
but oh how I miss the days of civility and respect. Yes, to be honest,
and I wish to be, our democracy has never been perfect. We have a history
that shows that often we have not shown respect or civility or social justice
to our fellow citizens, but never, as far as I know, has such lack of respect
and civility been seen in the behavior of those seeking public office as
occurred during the election of 2016.
Phillip Yancey recently wrote the following about the
political season we just survived:
First, civility lost. I must fault Trump
especially for debasing the presidential campaign. He had a pejorative
nickname for almost everyone: Crooked Hillary, Crazy Bernie, Low-Energy Jeb,
Lyin’ Ted, Little Marco. In the three presidential debates, Trump
interrupted Clinton almost one hundred times. He bullied people offstage
and on, mocking a disabled reporter, disparaging women for their looks or their
weight, playing to racist fears and ethnic prejudice. Bullying, racism,
sexism, and xenophobia have always been present in American society, but never
before has a candidate for the presidency modeled them so blatantly.
Trump let the bats out of the cave, in effect legitimizing the darkest side of
a free society.
On a Thursday afternoon in January, just a few
short days before a new president steps into the highest office in the land, my
mind went back to an earlier time in my life.
It was the Sixties. I was a freshman in
college. To be exact, the year was 1963. Martin Luther King gave a
speech, one I would later teach to ninth grade students, I Have a Dream that year. There was no
civility or dignity or respect in that year when the Ku Klux Klan blew up a
church in Alabama. It was in that era, in that time, when wars over civil
rights were being fought in this country, that I walked across campus one night
to hear John Howard Griffin speak about the experiences that he had that became
the basis for his book, Black Like Me.
Away from home for the first time in my life, and
in the academic setting, I began to develop more fully the beliefs about civil
rights and social justice that I would hold throughout my lifetime.
In 1963, war was raging in Viet Nam, and I had seen
many from my family and from among my schoolmates ship off to a place I'd never
heard of before to fight in a war I didn't understand.
It was in those days when I walked down the hall of
my dorm from my room to the community bath, that groups of girls dressed in
nightgowns and pajamas, with rollers in their hair, would be sitting
cross-legged in the hallway around a record player one of them had drug into
the hall singing I Want To Hold Your Hand and I Saw Her Standing
There. Those were the earliest days of Beatlemania.
Those thoughts all came to me on the heels of the
memory I had today as I listened to Joe Biden and wept. I remembered another day in history when I
had wept because I sensed an era had ended.
That day in November I will never forget. The date was November 22, 1963. On that
day, I listened to the radio in that dorm room in Wilson Hall on the campus of
the University of Northern Colorado as it was announced to the nation that
President John F. Kennedy was dead.
Yes, this is what this feels like, I said
to myself as I watched Vice President Joe Biden bid his farewell to the nation.
Seeing Obama and Biden leave office feels like I am seeing the death
of Camelot again.
I surprised myself when I compared the previous
eight years to Camelot. Certainly, I don't want to infer that these years
have been the makings of a myth. A myth
always involves a hero, and I am not one given to hero worship. Even as I think back to Kennedy, I know for
certain that he was a flawed man with many traits I find personally
reprehensible. While I greatly admire
Barack Obama, I am not going suggest that he is without his faults. I do believe he will go down as one of the
greatest presidents in the history of our country, but I know he did not always
have my support on every issue.
So why am I feeling like I am bidding Camelot
goodbye again? Why did I weep when both
Obama and Biden bid us farewell?
When I was young, our country was so different. I believe we had a sort of
innocence about us not found in today’s society. I have always believed we lost our innocence
as a Nation that day when JFK was assassinated.
JFK transmitted a vision civic duty and
participation to many of those of us whom came of age during his presidency. I
was educated and came of age during post World War II. Our teachers and our parents, those from the
Greatest Generation, taught us about dignity, respect, honor, civility,
honesty, courtesy, patriotism. These
values were modeled for us. I was taught
at home and in school to read, to think, to question, to be responsible, to
participate in civic discourse in an educated and informed manner.
So many of the values that I was taught, that I
tried to teach to my children and to my students, that I have seen displayed in
the public square for most of my life are disappearing in the current political
climate.
Oratory skills have been lacking in much of our
political world for a long time. Perhaps
that is why I took such delight in listening to Obama whenever he spoke. His breadth of knowledge, his command of
English language, his ability to inspire and motivate others to take positive
action, were always on display when he spoke. It was apparent that he thought
things through. He is a critical
thinker. His legal training and
expertise is apparent. Beyond that, he is
a man who has faced many adversaries, but has emerged as a man who loves and
respects others, and gives that love and respect freely. Have you ever seen him show disrespect? Have you?
I haven’t. He loves his wife and
his children. In many ways, he is
Everyman. Perhaps that is why I find I
like him so much. He is a man of the
people. Yes, Joe Biden, he truly does
seem to be a man without a trace of entitlement.
That is why I feel the sadness and sorrow that I
do as I face the days of the incoming administration. I am not mourning the death of myth. I am not mourning a death of Camelot. I am mourning
the death of all of those values and virtues that I held dearest in my leaders:
civility, respectful treatment of others, a sense of dignity, evidence of
critical thinking, wisdom, inspiration, hope for the future, and grace under
fire.
Just before I embarked on writing this long post,
as is my practice after I eat my lunch each day, I opened a piece of Dove
chocolate. The inside of wrapping was
imprinted with these words: “Be more loquacious, starting with learning the
meaning of loquacious.” No one has ever
accused me of not being loquacious. I
love words. I place great value in the ability
to use words well.
Now, we are entering an era where the incoming
President of the United States does not seem to value the time honored way of
our forefathers in fostering hope through the use of well-chosen words. We are entering an era where the President-elect
chooses to communicate in sound bite like messages made up of 140
characters. We are entering an era where
derogatory adjectives are applied to describe the person of which the
President-elect is speaking. We are entering
an era where truth is subjective. The
times are being described as times of post-truth.
My grandmother’s maxim keeps coming to me whenever
I hear of a new tweet being sent out from our President-elect ensconced like a demagogue
(Oxford University Press definition in mind) in Trump Tower: Fool’s
names and fool’s faces are always seen in public places.
Today, we lived in a time of great political
divide. We always had political
divisions. That is the American way, but
I’ve never known the divides to be quite so divisive when it comes to
friendships and family relationships. I’ve
never seen political beliefs cause people to interact in disrespectful ways
like I have in the few months. I’ve
never seen my values and my beliefs questioned like they have been
recently. “How can you be a Christian and
think that way?” “You are a baby killer
if you vote for Hillary.” Yes, all of
that has been said to me. My patriotism
has been called into question ever since I began supporting Obama years ago
and stood against Bush and the wars he got us into.
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I’ve been labeled a liberal, when I think of
myself as a lifelong moderate. None of
the personal affronts I have experienced matter to me, except that they
represent a lack of ability to discuss issues rationally and are indicators that so many no longer respect differences of view and show disrespect towards those who see things in a different light. The attacks or label applications represent how we no longer appear to be able to discuss issues but rather prefer to slip into labeling and name calling. I mourn over the loss of civility that I have
witnessed and experienced even in my closest relationships within my family,
neighborhood, in friendships of long standing, and even in informal church
gatherings.
I know many of you will not share the views and my
beliefs that I have expressed in this post. I would not wish to live in a
country where we all had to think alike.
I certainly would not wish to live in a country where I had to
participate in group think, nor would I wish to live in this great nation of
ours if the very freedom that made us so great was stripped away from us: Freedom of Speech. Perhaps, that is what I fear most as I watch
reporters and journalists being mocked by our President-elect. I fear we will lose our freedom of speech, and our freedom to express dissent.
I weep when I hear President Obama or Vice President
Biden say their farewells because good and decent men are leaving the highest
office of our land, and I fear that dignity, grace, and civility are leaving
the Office of Presidency of the United State of America when they walk out the door. That is why I weep.
