“”In physics, the arc of a swinging pendulum diminishes over time. That has been my perhaps too-comfortable view of American history: that the swing of our political pendulum would always slow and find an equilibrium closer to a more perfect union.”—Howard Fineman
I read everything I could read about the massacre in Pittsburgh. I suppose I was looking for comfort. But these are not comfortable times.
I thought back to a podcast with Hannah Arendt. Her famous quote remember “the banality of evil.” Certainly we like to think of our monsters as bigger than life, more powerful, more Hollywood. But they aren’t, are they? How banal is Caesar Sayoc? Dull as tarnished silver until he took up bomb making.
They are sad lonely men, some bright like the unibomber, some looking for redemption through a technicolor moment, some wrapped up in dark wed fantasies—“they are killing our people.” Whoever “our people” are.
My realization yesterday that I was naive about the capacity for evil, for hate in our communities, has morphed this morning into the sense that the constant onslaught of shit pouring out of my Facebook and my TV has anesthetized me against the reality of our circumstances. We spend a lot of time (well Rob does) yelling at our devices thinking, perhaps, that that’s enough. Not so.
We need to look at our communities and I mean really look. Who are our neighbors? What do they think? Can I listen to them and they to me? Can diversity of opinion be tolerated?
This isn’t about diversity of opinion is it? This is about a super heated frying pan loaded with grease. The most superheated elements among us will ignite.
I worked for many years with young men who were full of hate and despair. They would draw me pictures of themselves with their hair on fire. Nobody can think rationally with their hair on fire. These were kids who had no center, who were all impulse and no control. Their futures would seem to me to be finding an alternate source of control. Something or someone who could harness their energy.
I read this morning about Roger Ailes and company and how they would talk about “riling up the crazies.” Well, they have. They have “sow(ed) the wind, and shall reap the whirlwind.” The whirlwind isn’t particularly discriminating. It can sweep us all up.
I don’t know how these thoughts will help clarify anything for me or for you. I just don’t know.