Skip to main content

On being a contradiction...

In which I look at what it means to be a liberal Latter-day Saint.

I don't think it's any big surprise to those who know me at all that I have some liberal ideas about some things. It is quite fascinating to me the reaction I get from friends and family who either assumed I was like them, or who thought I was putting on a show in the name of stirring the pot. Well, I do enjoy a good healthy discussion about values/ideas. And having someone who is able to articulate a contrary point of view in a respectful and thoughtful way is always a joy.

But believe me, being liberal - or having some liberal ideas - makes me about as comfortable as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs. I have had some very awkward exchanges due to my political beliefs, in settings that are very public and involving people who should have known better. I think perhaps I make them uncomfortable, too, so they respond to the unknown, to the disconcerting (a faithful, liberal Mormon is almost a contradiction in terms... but hey, at least I'm a white male, so they can relate to me on that level, right?)... I wonder about how I would be treated if I were a faithful, black, feminist woman.

I really do wonder. That would be quite enlightening.

Because people assume things about you based on the way you look. They also assume things about you based on your history. And on your skin color. And on your height. And on your professed religion. And on your gender attraction. And on your political affiliations.

I also frequently get castigated for my support of the University of Utah, but mostly that's just in fun.

So, like I said, I make people uncomfortable because I don't fit into their world view. I make them reconsider what they've believed. I have had people - several people - tell me that no good, upstanding member of the Church can be a Democrat. Which would be more offensive if it weren't so patently ludicrous. I know MANY good members of the Church who are Democrats. Many. Including my sweet mother. President James E. Faust was a life-long Democrat. That (obviously) didn't preclude him from being a good member of the Church. His talks are full of the kind of love and grace that are hallmarks of the Democratic party.

But that's not the point. There is no corner on the market for compassion. The ideals of grace and love do not belong to one political party or the other. Democrats do not want to create a nanny state, any more than Republicans want to generate Galt's Gulch. We live in a society where most of us are really in the middle somewhere. Some differences are more obvious than others, and some are just frankly more fun to discuss. But it is these differences that make us strong, in the way that different metals are added to an alloy to give some of those properties to the resulting product, which makes it stronger, more resilient, and more valuable.

Our differences do not define us, but they do serve to strengthen us.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Is this thing still on?

 Does anyone even blog anymore? I remember when it first got started and everyone was having a blog. I like writing, and I do a lot of it in my professional life, but not everything makes it onto this blog, which is where a lot of my personal thoughts come out. I put more into Facebook lately, too, because it's a little easier. But there's something to be said for this long-form writing exercise, and I think I will continue here periodically. You don't mind, do you? Well, in my last post I wrote about how difficult things were for me at the time. That changed in July when I finally got a job working for the State of Utah. I was the program manager for the moderate income housing database program, and that meant I worked from home a lot but also went in to Salt Lake when needed, mostly on the train. It was a good experience, for the most part, and I'm grateful for the things I learned even in the short time I was there.  In October I started working for Weber County in t...

The Other Art

I'm not sure we appreciate photography as much as we do other art forms. Part of this comes from the reality that surrounds and permeates a photograph - it's very, very real, and the photographer strives for clarity and crispness in the representations. Perhaps this is why black and white images continue to be relevant - they strip away extraneous information (color) and leave us with something that is at once familiar and also non-existent - for nothing exists in black and white. Nothing. I also think that pictures are becoming too common-place... Everyone has a camera in their pocket, and while that's a very democratic thing (everyone can express themselves in a picture easily and readily, and can find an audience for these images, which are casually taken and casually viewed, and perhaps just as casually forgotten) I think that we embrace that casual attitude, and it spills over to all aspects of the media, making it impotent. So I read this article this morning: h...

A Romantic Encounter

Him (tears in his eyes, heartbroken): I want you to know that I love you, that I'm sorry for my weakness and frailties, and that I will try and do better. I think I am doing better than I was before, and I just want to please you and make you happy. I am very grateful for your continued patience as I try to be the kind of man I want to be. Her: You need a haircut. It's getting a little long.