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Finally, someone spoke for me. You know how it is, if you’re at all a news junkie. Face after face, article after article, and yeah, you agree, or no, you don’t. That’s mostly true, gee I wish more people got it. And on one goes. And then, you’re tripping along, and something just…gets you.
Bishop Eugene Robinson’s pre-inaugural invocation got me. He said some things I wanted to hear someone else say. Which make me feel less like the fat kid at the wall, watching everyone dance. Now…just for context. If you asked me if there is a god, I’d tell you, flat out, no freakin’ way. If I go to a ceremony or a ritual, it is probably wiccan, and reclaiming wiccan, at that: I don’t think I have to believe in any of it to know there are parts of ourselves which are connected, which express and experience faith at levels which don’t have much to do with absolute fact. But…even so, I’d say that an invocation beginning with “god of our many understandings” was off on both number and gender, since to the extent I entertain religion, it is in a polytheistic and wiccan frame.
But he got me. Maybe because I was raised Anglican. I still remember going to church camp, and one day at lunch we had to draw lots. We were all pretty spoiled kids. Our moms would never deny us…lunch! Certainly not their trusted and devout proxies at church camp. But we hiked up the hill, and every kid got a little slip of paper. Some of us got pieces of paper with “Africa” on them. Some (mine) said “Latin America”. Some said “North America”. Almost all the kids had to sit at the Africa table. Maybe ten kids at the North America table. Thirty or so at the Latin America table. Then they brought out our burgers and fries. The North American kids got almost all of them. The African kids, maybe ten. And then…we had to vote. Every kid should go through that.
Anyway, I loved Bishop Robinson’s address. And this is why…
These were the first three passages. The very start of what he had to say. It has nothing to do with winning, with hope. With a great huzzah.
Bless us with tears – for a world in which over a billion people exist on less than a dollar a day, where young women from many lands are beaten and raped for wanting an education, and thousands die daily from malnutrition, malaria, and AIDS.
Bless us with anger – at discrimination, at home and abroad, against refugees and immigrants, women, people of color, gay, lesbian, bisexual and transgender people.
Bless us with discomfort – at the easy, simplistic “answers” we’ve preferred to hear from our politicians, instead of the truth, about ourselves and the world, which we need to face if we are going to rise to the challenges of the future.
What blessings. If you have those things, I think you can get the rest of it, the idea of social justice, the impulse to right action. He talked about – not just America, not the liberal club of social belonging that Obama seems to offer, but the people who will still be standing outside of it. If we do not remember the “other” people now, then we will never do so.
There was more, of course…you can read it at the link below…but I wanted to diary it, not on LGBT grounds, or because it’s “breaking” (and it has, indeed, been diaried as such) but strictly as a personal note. Because if I had a wish, a hope…these are the things I want us to remember.
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(note this is the official site script, there is some difference in the actual speech — it’s actually a little better.)
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…which I’ve already posted. But what the hell…
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…diary, where I made a comment saying pretty much just this, with less blather. rjones also has the vid, which didn’t hit me nearly so hard as the text.
https://www.docudharma.com/show…
But it’s DD, and we’re free! Free to blather!
I am the universe experiencing itself from one “point” of view, while you are the universe experiencing itself from another “point” of view, while everyone “else” is the universe experiencing itself from a myriad, maybe an infinite, number of “points” of view?
But we are all the universe “experiencing”, and it can’t experience anything that isn’t “the universe”?
Alan Watts, interpreting Vedanta in his “The Book: On The Taboo Against Knowing Who You Are”, probably had more influence on my own thinking than anyone else. (Castaneda and Owsley had a fair amount too)
People who hate, hate themselves….
And a wonderful blessing.
…is to love oneself just that much less.”
Eldridge Cleaver, “Soul on Ice”