Tag Archives: Conflict

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Do we still justify injustice?

The practice of eugenics is a scar on our nation’s character.  This scarring should be a warning to us of how easy it is for “good intentions” to go too far. During a war, some may feel the good of the whole outweighs the good of a few, but this is seldom justified during civilized peacetime.  Providing for the general welfare of a population may infringe on the monetary rights of the citizens, but should not infringe on the human rights of the citizens.  The practice of eugenics crossed this ethical line.

For the most part, I agree with the philosophy that money does not undo injustice, as North Carolina’s Senate determined this week in regards to monetarily compensating the victims of forced sterilization. When injustice is isolated, a few are victimized and should be compensated.  When the injustice is widespread, we are all the victims and there is no compensation equal to the harm which was done.

As a society we tend to turn away from how injustice has been part of our nation’s “modern” past.  In doing so, it is easier for us to ignore injustices still in practice.  When the ideology of one group, no matter how large the group may be, infringes on the rights of others, we are in danger of ignoring the lessons of the past and we may try to justify the unjust.

It is through remembering the past that we become empowered to work for a better future.

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Don’t Tell Me What to Do – You’re Not the Boss of Me

Why should a king be able to tell his subjects what to do, or a parliament, or a president for that matter? “No taxation without representation,” was not a battle cry for independence, but a cry for a voice.  Unfortunately, a crazy king sort of thought, “I am king, my voice is all that matters.” Rational voices advising the king were ignored.  Hot heads in the colony ignored their moderate comrades, took advantage of the king’s attitude, promoted independence, war broke out and the rest is all history.

Well, except for the fact that nobody knew how they were going to fund the new nation. That issue took a few more years for the wrinkles to be worked out. Luckily there was plenty of land wealth just to the west; land filled with untapped natural resources and rich farmland.

That great expanse of land to the west served a couple purposes for the new nation. The first was it acted as a great national income booster; land speculation and sales have always been good money makers. Secondly, it afforded people a place to migrate when they began to feel penned in by civilization and all the terrible ills of government.  History tells of land rushes and land deals, of frontiersmen and pioneers, all taking advantage of the great western territory, ripe for the taking and cheap.  True there was hardship and uncertainty, and one can’t forget the peoples that would have to be removed, displaced or killed, but what is a little hardship and genocide if it keeps your citizens happy and your national coffers from running dry?  As long as the land didn’t run out, everything would be fine.

Yes, I am being a bit flippant with the issue, but barring a full history lesson which would probably bore you, this quick synopsis does the trick of setting up my point.  You see as long as there was open land to the west, unhappy citizens could pack up their gear and move when they decided the government was interfering too much in their private lives. It is what our ancestors have been doing ever since the first European feet were planted on North American soil.  True the rebels of the American Revolution told the king to take a hike, but then they turned around and created a government based on the constitutions of British colonies (i.e. Massachusetts and Virginia). Yes, yes, and yes, I hear your arguments streaming in, they did reform, reorganize and design a constitution of the people which could continually evolve as the nation grew.  They did an excellent job, but citizens still got miffed and moved west from time to time. “Don’t tell me what to do – you’re not the boss of me,” was an attitude that settled the west.  Just look at Texas, Oregon and Utah.

In the end, the government remained the boss.  Contrary to what some might want you to believe, our current president is not a Crazy King George and still listens to the people.  The same holds true for the majority of our elected officials and for the political candidates seeking office. However, with all the shouting, distrust and propaganda coming from all sides of the political world, it might be hard for any of them to actually hear what the citizens are saying. Too much noise and sensory overload can seriously get in the way.  So if you really have something to say then research your point well, write a polite letter, and remember to sign your name.  That is what rational, mature citizens do.

Oh, and if you want to know why the US government can tell you what to do, it is the price of citizenship.  Don’t believe me, just check out the oath all new citizens take.  “…I will support and defend the Constitution and laws of the United States of America…” 

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Responsibility of Speech

A worry…

Historically other US presidents and politicians have been disliked.  Some have been assassinated, sadly by US citizens.  I am sure hate rhetoric has always been part of US politics and culture. Isn’t it sad that with new media technology, the hate rhetoric of today is recorded for all to see? Is spread by the click of a button? I wonder if studies will now be conducted on how often someone posts, “the president needs to go, and we shouldn’t wait until November”.

These thoughts bring me to another, why is President Obama so disliked? Is it because of his policies?  Is it because he continued the bailouts President Bush started?  Is it because he has not produced a miracle and returned the economy to some undefined economic glory days of the past?  Is it because he didn’t spend all of his youth living in the United States? Is it because his parents’ union would have been against some state laws during a more ignorant past?

Whatever the reason, it makes me worry anytime someone lightly speaks or writes about the death of another.  It especially makes me worry when it is our president.  Only the crude, the ignorant or the anarchist would wish the President of the United States dead. Oh yea, and a few terrorists.

Freedom of Speech is well and good, but responsibility of speech needs to be encouraged more.  Not political correctness but ownership and understanding of what you actually say and spread.  I believe there will be a judgment day, and I suspect that what we say, what we write and what we share with our friends will be on the list of items we must account for to the Almighty.  Passionate debate, strong beliefs and political rhetoric have a place in society, but the crudeness of political speech that is becoming more prevalent, is something we should not support or encourage.

Defend Freedom of Speech, but also promote Decency and Responsibility of Speech.

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Invisible Sufferers – Unseen Disabilities

I have been struggling with a dilemma for some time – get a handicap pass or not.  I am so worried about how I will be perceived when I get out of my car – not the handicapped part – but the part where I don’t look handicapped.  Often when I begin my shopping trips, I feel relatively fine.  When I walk into the grocery store, I usually don’t need my cane and so I leave it in my car.  However by the time I am finished, I can be very fatigued and the pain and stiffness can affect my walking.  Unless it has been a terribly stressful day out, I can still manage without my cane, just more slowly.

I am fortunate to have a husband who supports me and my restricted lifestyle, both emotionally and financially.  I also have two amazing kids, who seldom let me go out-and-about without one of them as co-pilot.  But my husband is military and sometimes must leave home, and my kids are nearing college age.  The reality I won’t always have their help and buffer is settling in and forcing me to deal with my fibromyalgia in a new way.

Many times when I have been overextending myself with errands, I resort to using the handicapped restroom facilities.  I feel self-conscious about doing so because I don’t look handicapped.  I worry about the person who might challenge me, setting off an anxiety attack.  Anxiety is a major trigger for my fibromyalgia pain which in turn triggers crippling fatigue. While I have learned to keep the anxiety at bay under normal circumstances, confrontations are very difficult for me and will usually put an end to my plans for the day.

I know I am not alone in my worry over perception and subsequent confrontations.  Sufferers of many types of disabilities, suffer invisibly. Sadly, it seems the stronger you are and the more you challenge yourself to live a normal life, the more you are disbelieved.  “You look normal,” becomes a burden not a relief to hear, because it always seems tainted with disbelief and accusation.

Now I am planning a trip to DC with my family to see all the museums.  I know I will need to rent a wheelchair if I am going to make it through the trip.  Luckily wheelchairs are available for rent at most public locations now.  It won’t be the first time I will resort to such measures; I have utilized the wheelchairs available at our military shopping facility.  However, on the base where people are more aware of the unseen injuries of war, I feel less self-conscious.

Over the years, I have learned that talking about my worries and my experiences helps me to both feel better and helps others feel informed.  So today I have chosen to cry, and write, and hope that by posting this I will feel more confident in my decision to get a handicap pass for my car.  And maybe if a concerned citizen decides to challenge me or another invisible sufferer in a parking lot someday, one of you readers will be there to come to our defense.

 

* The following is a painfully accurate account of another Invisible Sufferer  Privilege and Prejudice: Disabled Parking with an Invisible Illness

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Saith Me… Burdens and Blessings

Often the greatest burdens in life are also the greatest blessings, or result from the greatest blessings.  Just like there is a fine line between genius and insanity, there is a fine line between burden and blessing. Hope for days more blessed than burdened, and remember without burdens life would be boring.