brainpanhandler wrote:You're welcome. Your reaction is your reaction. Perhaps you should not presume to know what others' reaction might be.
I thought I was already clear that I believe a great deal of the basis of christianity in particular centers around fear of the unknown and the need for a father/mother figure. Another prominent basis is a desire for justice in the form of revenge. It should gho without saying that this says nothing about any particular christian. I think Sunny probably does not feel oppressed because if the shoes don't fit she doesn't wear them.
Just out of curiosity, why did you pick that particular piece for the OP? It's got some problematic baggage, don't you think?
let's make this clear for people who are really struggling to follow along (not just you, apparently): I don't feel oppressed.
the shoes don't fit me, either, but I know that that's not the opinion of the world at large. Are you having trouble grasping the way your mocking of the intellect and level of self-esteem of people of faith in general might impact the people of faith in particular who might be one of the 'exceptions' you allow for?
If you were to, for example, inadvertently make this statement:
"But it’s not just issues of epistemology. It’s that there is a climate or a culture on the Left that rightly observes that many who would have a religious position are intellectually underdeveloped or psychologically stuck, needing a father figure or scared of the unknown."in front of Simone Weil, would you retract it? Would you feel embarrassed? Would you insist that it's true? Or would you do what other people on other issues have done when their prejudices were exposed, secret-agent style?
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Here's an imaginary exchange:
It's heading into the final moments of a fancy dress party for a large Corporation. People have broken off into groups and are winding it all down. Bill, our hero, has had a couple of drinks. Not that it matters, really, because Bill is always Bill anyway. He keeps a pretty tight reign on new experiences. Bill is a little put off because one of the new Board Members - an African American - wants to influence a few changes in the organization - changes that don't sit well with Bill.
"Blacks," he begins, "oh.. excuse me,
People of Colour" he pauses here to make the air-quotes signs and delivers to his audience an exaggerated eye-roll, "should just come to grips with the fact that they are never going to be a real part of US culture, because they just aren't real Americans! They are different from us, they don't come from here!" He takes a swig of his drink, waiting for the accolades he's become accustomed to. He's in his milieu, after all. He's comfortable. Long ago he stopped worrying about whether or not he could say such things and longer ago stopped caring whether or not he was right.
As he swallows, though, he notices a strange silence. It's taken a little time to dawn on him, and he considers quickly making an exit. Before he can complete the turn, however, he hears the following:
"I disagree, Bill." Bill has no choice but to turn back.
"Pardon?" (It's all he can manage?)
"I disagree, and I'm hurt by what you've said. I'm a person of colour." Bill is looking at a colleague he's known for years.
How had this not come up until now? he wondered. His mind goes over the things that this newly revealed person of colour has done in the past... does this wash? Can he detect traces that he is right about people of colour being 'not like himself?'.. or.. ? His colleague is brilliant. His colleague and he have discussed baseball. His colleague even likes country music.. and gospel... and .. But wait. His colleague has said a few stupid things in the past. And there was that time at that meeting.. what *was* that, anyway?
Bill does what any coward does in this situation:
"Oh well.. you know what I mean. People ... everyone's unique. You are an exception! You're as American as I am! You shouldn't take it personally if it doesn't apply to you."
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Satire is a sort of glass, wherein beholders do generally discover everybody's face but their own.-- Jonathan Swift
When a true genius appears, you can know him by this sign: that all the dunces are in a confederacy against him. -- Jonathan Swift