YOUR HIGHER MORALITY
Jul. 18th, 2013 07:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Well, I suppose all my friends are right. We do need Zimmerman lynched. We are in need of a lynch mob unleashed by short and fraudulent media summaries to rip a man who has been judged innocent by a jury of his peers and hang him on a tree on the reports of MNBC and the rest. Because journalists never would lie and always understand everything that is going on, and are in fact fountains of virtue and sagacity, and we may confidently hate those whom they tell us to hate; whereas the jury that has spent weeks being exposed in detail to everything that could be retrieved of the facts are too stupid, ignorant and racist to make the right choice. We need more demos. We need more shouting. We need more threats.
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Date: 2013-07-19 06:38 am (UTC)And when an aggressive bully whom I am actually following asks me whether I am following him, I'll be rightly terrified, but what other answer would I have but "yes"?
I suppose the only reason I am "usually not this ridiculous" is that I hardly ever comment on current events or politics online. My trouble with Zimmerman is rooted in larger political views, but not racist ones and not, I think, knee-jerk political correctness. It's my general opposition to guns and vigilantism.
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Date: 2013-07-19 07:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-19 02:31 pm (UTC)Now, why must my holding this opinion, even if it can be shown to be naive and unworkable, be taken as evidence that I am desperate to find George Zimmerman guilty of something? To me, the Zimmerman incident demonstrates something I already believed, which is that armed street patrolling by civilians acting completely on their own authority is behavior that causes trouble and should be formally (i.e., with laws) discouraged. Again, by all means disagree that my stance is practical, but don't you dare accuse me of being part of a would-be lynch mob.
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Date: 2013-07-19 03:09 pm (UTC)I want, however, to tell you a couple of true stories. The first took place in the hideous academic year 1989-90, otherwise known as the Year of Hunting Barbieri Down. Among the various stories that the academic authorities used against me, one that did me particular damage was that of a former friend who claimed that I was following her around in the corridors and that she was afraid of being raped. You will have to take my word for it that I was doing nothing of the kind, and that on one occasion not long before I had actually found myself alone with her in her own bedroom and had not even thought of any such thing. (She also was the most beautiful woman in the whole college.) The place was all corridors, and one could not help meeting someone who was studying many of the same courses and interested in the same areas; and as for wanting to do anything with her, this was the time of my head-over-heels total and absolute love for Debbie Wallace, and even though I tell you that this woman was as beautiful as Aphrodite, I simply was not interested. Now the authorities at SOAS behaved exactly as you think they should in the rest of the world: "Please, sir, this man is following me around!" "Who, m-" "CATCH HIM! GET HIM! HANG, DRAW AND QUARTER HIM!!!"
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But even without that charming experience, I had still been taught a lesson a couple of years before. One night I was walking down a London street and I heard someone walking behind me. It was a young black man in a hoodie. I got nervous and tried to accelerate, but the guy was faster than me and caught up. He said: "Give me your money!" I said: "W-What?" - and then he started to laugh and walked away. I can't say this story does me much honour, but it taught me a lesson I've never forgotten.
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Date: 2013-07-25 03:26 am (UTC)Easy to have that opposition to guns when your privilege to feel that way was secured by men with guns in the first place.
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Date: 2013-07-25 07:54 am (UTC)This saddens me because you are both friends of mine and I think highly of you both. S., P. is a philosophy teacher, mother of three, classical chorus singer and all-around good egg, a kindly, constructive, hard-working person whom life has treated a lot worse than she deserves. P. S. is a Marine in active service and either now or recently on duty in Afghanistan, and so is apt to be touchy if he perceives a dismissal of the legitimate use of arms. He is a man of unusual and independent mind and an amazingly brilliant artist who could easily make a living from his drawings. You are my friends and I like you both; I would like you both, not to agree, which is an idea I hate, but to understand and respect each other.
Finally, S., I hadn't heard from you in months and you may imagine I was worried. It is very good to hear from you and be reassured, and since yesterday was my birthday I regard this as a birthday present.
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Date: 2013-07-31 01:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-31 06:52 am (UTC)