By Mel Harkrader Pine
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
But names will never hurt me.
That’s the jingle my mother taught me as I was growing up early in the 1950’s, and I often heard it around the schoolyard. I’ve been thinking a lot about it lately, because in our liberal churches, universities and social-media threads, the message seems to have become lost.
The Federalist article we posted yesterday on this blog helped me understand what has happened. I’ve been the apocryphal frog in the slowly warming pot of water. I didn’t understand what was changing until I saw the bubbles around me.
Let me explain.
I grew up in a Philadelphia row-house neighborhood of immigrants and first-generation families. Almost every household voted Democratic, flew an American Flag on patriotic holidays, and walked to the synagogue on Saturdays or to the Roman Catholic church on Sundays. Even though much of our income came from the small business owners among us, one might have called us pro-labor liberals.
We children were taught to love our country especially for its freedom of religion and speech — the freedom to be different. After all, our parents or grandparents left their homes, often in the face of persecution, to come to a new home that accepted minorities who practiced a religion other than the majority Protestantism.
In my family, just three or four years before I was born, Nazi firing squads and gas chambers had taken the lives of my father’s sister and brother, their spouses and their children. If someone occasionally called us a name, well…
Sticks and stones…
This was the land of free expression, after all.
Another phrase more elegantly sums up what I was taught about how thongs should be in the United States:
I disapprove of what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it.
There was one flaw then in that freedom of expression. Many of our lansmen — our fellow Jewish Americans — were being denounced as Communists. Just an accusation was enough to ruin someone life. My parents and neighbors in the 1950’s hated and feared McCarthyism. Aside from war, there wasn’t much we hated and feared as much. It was another form of persecution.
Democratic ideals and common sense ended McCarthyism, at least as it then existed. Liberals and moderates of both parties despised it.
When I entered college in 1964, my cohort was beginning its rebellion against the slow pace of civil rights and, for a minority of us, against the Vietnam war. It would be a few more years before the Vietnam protest movement went mainstream, so I had a lot of angry fists shook in my face, and I was called names. My mother worried that I was setting myself up to be a victim of a revived McCarthyism.
But I persisted. I didn’t break any laws. I didn’t commit civil disobedience. I marched in protests and spoke out, because after all this is a nation where freedom of expression prevails.
That’s why the frog in me didn’t notice the water heating up over the last 60 years until it bubbled around me last April.
I wrote a blog post objecting to the way big decisions are made by the Unitarian Universalist Association. The case in point was a controversy over the pace at which the UUA was hiring and promoting persons of color, but I didn’t express an opinion on that. Nevertheless, a lay leader of the Black Lives movement in UUism made an 18-minute video condemning me for my “fuck-shot behavior” and racism, her white ministerial ally wrote that my “abhorrent BS” was a “thinly veiled cry that the colored folks are getting uppity and need to be put back in their place, ” and that was just the beginning.
My inner frog still didn’t understand, though, how much the water had heated — how much our norms had changed. I reacted not by asking that my critics be silenced but by writing in reply. Surely, in this land of free speech and opinion anyone could read what I and my critics had to say and support my freedom of expression.
That’s when the water boiled over. The UUA removed from its Worship Web a litany I had written in 1999, which had been used as a worship resource since then. Only after I discovered it was missing did I get a reason:
Your submissions were removed because your recent public comments made it difficult for these pieces to be interpreted in the way they had been before. As our Association struggles with the nature of whiteness’ supremacy, we have to reexamine past assumptions, such as the assumption that a piece of writing can be interpreted independent of its source.
Thus spoke that most liberal of liberal religions. Words I wrote in 1999, with no reference to race, needed to be expunged so that the UUA in 2017 could have a “hard and honest conversations about racial inequity in Unitarian Universalism.” My opinions in 2017 invalidated my words of 1999.
If you read this blog, you don’t need to see a long list here of folks the “Progressives” of religion, politics, academia, and the arts would silence for their well-meant opinions. And that’s one of the things that’s changed so radically.
In the 1950’s and ’60’s, it was the left that stood for freedom of expression, even if that expression might to psychological harm, like burning a draft card. Today, it’s the left that wants to stamp out micro-aggressions, like asking someone with an accent where he or she (another micro-aggression against neutral-gender folks) is originally from.
It’s the right now standing for freedom of conscience over the possible psychological harm to one group, like a baker’s option to refuse to bake and decorate a cake specifically for a gay wedding. The roles have reversed.
I believe this is more about changing political strategies than it is about ideologies. But whatever the cause, it has no place in our churches.
Copyright 2018 © Mel Harkrader Pine