A Simple Solution to the Grievance War

To everyone that demands that this nation change to become something it is not, I invite to do the only thing that makes sense: Go away.

The trial of Betty Shelby ended exactly how most people thought it would. The people who convicted her before the trial, convict her now. The people who thought that she was justified in the September 16th, 2016 shooting that claimed the life of Terence Crutcher still vindicate her now. The people that didn’t care before, probably still don’t care now. Nevertheless, the media circus, grievance propagandists, and mouth breathing race supremacists are all still doing today what they were doing the day before Terence Crutcher fell to the pavement, bleeding out the only life he had with God only knows going through his PCP glazed thoughts.

A family lost a father, a son, and a brother. A church lost a member of their choir. And, for Betty Shelby, what was normal life ended forever, as split second choice she made in a moment of fear has tyrannized her for most of a year, and, very likely, will keep her company in the darkness of the night for years to come. The only crime committed in this entire situation has been violence against the truth and the social peace by those who continue to use Terence’s death and Betty’s emotional trauma to perpetuate a mythology of intractable conflict between “minority” communities and “white” American culture.

“We all live with the objective of being happy;
our lives are all different and yet the same.”
-Anne Frank-

Tribalism, as old an ideology as human kind has, is at the heart of this interminable social disease, and there is but one cure for it. The United States is a melting pot, where ethnic traditions and cultural practices can be not only tolerated but celebrated. From Saint Patrick’s Day to Chinese New Year, the America is big enough to accommodate the cultural and ethnic identities of everyone in it. That is part of what makes America what it is. These cultural elements are shared with other Americans and ultimately become part of what it means to be American.

In this way Kung-Fu, tacos, green beer, lasagna, Hip Hop, and break dancing have all become a part and parcel of American culture. For the vast majority of Americans whose lives have been enriched by these borrowed cultural elements, there’s not a second thought given to where these elements came from. Americans just enjoy them as part of being American, as they should. Yet for others, they see anything alien to their own life experiences as somehow being a threat to their way of life, as if every sizzling skillet of fajitas fixings is somehow out to get them and “their” way of life.

To everyone that demands that this nation change to become something it is not, I invite to do the only thing that makes sense: Go away. You have such a problem with burritos, lo mein noodles, Ice Cube, Thomas Jefferson, the rule of law, political equality, the Fourth of July, Cinco de Mayo, Christmas, or the Second Amendment that you can’t even tolerate that other people enjoy them? Clearly this country and its culture are not a good fit for you. Find one of the over two hundred countries around the globe that homogeneously fits your idea of “correct” and go there. This is our culture, our laws, and our country.

Love it or leave it, because you have a right to leave but don’t have a right to infringe on our right to celebrate this diverse, peaceful, culturally rich, pluralistic, and law abiding society. You want to stay in America? Then be American. It’s actually pretty awesome.

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Halls Echoing with the Tears of Children

When fundamental cultural questions become intractable, violence is the fundamental language spoken by all people, at all times, everywhere.

Let’s take a walk through the halls of history, from the very dawn of civilization as the earliest men spoke the first rudimentary language into being, on through the gory halls of war and conquest, until the turbulent now in which we live and breathe. We can most easily start with the Biblical tale of two brothers, set to differences over envy, and it is this envy that sets in motion the events that result in Cain standing over Able’s still corpse. With this singular act, Cain becomes the archetype for killers standing over the still form of another in an endless parade of death and mayhem that is repeated over and over again throughout time.

Everything humanity has touched is drenched in man’s apparently unquenchable thirst for violence, from the dirt paths of Canaan, running red with the blood of man, woman, and child, to the body shrewn battlefield of Bull Run, to the ash choked streets of Hiroshima and Nagasaki, and to the building to building, street to street, block to block fighting of the concrete jungle of the streets of Baghdad. When fundamental cultural questions become intractable, violence is the fundamental language spoken by all people, at all times, everywhere.

Then the LORD said to Cain, “Where is your brother Abel?”
“I don’t know,” he replied. “Am I my brother’s keeper?”
Genesis 4:9

Seventy-Nine days ago, a 29 year old Muslim named Omar Mir Seddique Mateen entered the Pulse Nightclub in Orlando, Florida and began firing upon unarmed civilians. He murdered forty-nine people in all, stopping to check Facebook to see if people were talking about him or what he was doing. When the police entered the nightclub hours later, he fired upon them, and the police officers shot and killed him.

Fifty-four days ago, during what had started as a peaceful Black Lives Matter protest in Dallas Texas, an Afghanistan War veteran named Micah Xavier Johnson, age 25, began firing on Dallas police officers who were protecting the protesters along the route of their march. He murdered 5 police officers: Brent Thompson, Lorne Ahrens, Patrick Zamarripa, Michael J. Smith, and Michael Krol. Refusing to surrender himself once cornered, the police officers shot and kill him.

Twenty-Eight days ago, a young woman named Korryn Gaines, with her five year old son in her arms, was gunned down in her apartment, because she chose to threaten police officers with a shotgun. The police officers were there to arrest her, because she had failed to appear in traffic court, because she had been ticketed for driving a vehicle without tags or insurance. Her death left her son and daughter without a mother.

I am not going to waste time arguing whether or not one death was justified and another was not. I am simply going to say nothing was gained by any of these deaths. The forty-nine lives cut short by Omar Mateen’s rampage has done nothing but prove Islamists are cowards no different than psychotic criminals like James Holmes and Dylann Roof, attacking defenseless people. And whatever political statement Korryn Gaines or Mica Johnson hoped to make with their actions died with them.

“When I was a child, I spoke like a child,
I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child.
When I became a man, I gave up childish ways.”
1 Corinthians 13:11

These deaths are but pebbles disturbing the illusion of a serene pond of civilization. They are just the largest ripples among hundreds that last five minutes on the local news report, and pass forever from our memories. In the fullness of time, they will be no more than asterisks beside larger events, but in the here and now, they are echoes of two major civilizational conflicts, one external and the other internal.

Externally, Islam has been at war with the rest of the world for 1,500 years. There has never been a period of peace within Islam. Its prophet was born a warrior into a warrior culture. He established his faith through the fundamental language of blood and conquest. Whatever hope there may be that it becomes a peaceful religion, it is not now, and we can no longer treat it as though it is. As a civilization, they give us only two choices: fight them here or fight them there. The only question really is whose civilians will die. Our government has an obligation to ensure that it not be ours. It is as simple as that.

Internally, Kodi Gaines, the 5 year old son of Korryn Gaines, was injured in the shooting that claimed his mother’s life, but the injury was not life threatening, and he has since recovered. Who can fathom what his young mind processes about his mother’s death? Children that young often do not have a complete grasp of the finality of death. Will this push him toward bitterness and violence, fed by the same paranoia and mistrust of society his mother had? Can he be spared such a dark fate? I dearly hope so.

Even now his childhood is waning, his innocence blowing away upon the winds of time. One night far too soon, Kodi the young boy will go to sleep and never to return, and Kodi the young man will awaken the next day. Something tells me that if we could bridge that gulf that lay between Korryn and the society she grew to hate and fear so much, that somehow we could find the cure to so many of the things that have divided us as a nation. I pray for that day, and I hope you do too.

Be Brave. Be Free.

Liberty is For The Win!


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