Our family is half republican and half democratic, or left leaning, or half conservative and half liberal. No matter how you break it down, we tend not to talk about politics at family gatherings. Sacrifice the cause, to maintain the peace. We leave it to the politicians to do the bickering and pontificating perspective. We go about our lives harboring difference, has it ever been different in recent history, or if ever?
If we are not sharing this intrinsic part of modern culture, how do we reach greater authentic interaction? Is it inauthentic not to share this? Would it be bypassing to bond in other ways, deeper, more akin to a spiritual longing? How does it look and feel in culture, to bond in ways based on our lived experience, and ways deeper that remain despite the experience? In a Nation built on individuality, and freedom of expression (including the right to freely practice the faith of ones choice, or none at all), what will become our moral accord?
Certain events have a changing effect that allow people to see into oneness; those moments when you are over powered by a yearning from your heart, not seeing difference. Unfortunately, these events are typically of the tragic ilk. Of course there are times when they are moments of victory. To be victorious in a way that unifies a disjointed culture typically implies war. Save for landing on the moon, what victory have we acheived outside of War, and has had the power and inluence to catalyze American culture in its entirety into sameness?
The conservative agenda has misguided with falsehood—goading the insecurities of millions of citizens under threat of decay of their way of life. How will our cultural divide begin to mend? While it holds true that certain beliefs held dear are no longer a part of a nationwide value system, the right to maintain those practices remains firmly in place, so long as they in no way seek to thwart the rights of others. Even if a moral or religious perspective is held by the majority, the opinions of these people does not trump any of our amendments in the Bill of Rights or our Constitution.
Could it be that not sense the battle of desegregation has our nation been at such crossroads? A divided or blinded America, either way a growing number of our citizens are publicly demanding that their issues of inequality be addressed in a positivistic and liberating manner. These needs are viewed by those untouched with disqualifiers, and or the inaction of neutrality. Yet in our Presidential election was a candidate,for the first time, taking up the cause of many liberal demands. The bravery of a leader gave a national voice to groups whose voice, typically sidelined, whilst shifting others out of their liberal neutrality, validated that our demands as a whole begin to be met. Those demands it must be said, do not find their foundation in thingness; object or dollar—but rather, all that is ours by right of birth. We are here.
How can I so easily favor one viewpoint over the other? Not because of my multitude of minority statuses, but because it is plain to see that one viewpoint will never on its own make room for more of us at the dinner table. One viewpoint in its manifestation of destiny gives up nothing—not dignity, not respect. Those not completely in the majority have always had to fight for their rights. See every Civil Rights movement for more details. The differing liberal viewpoint aims to be more inclusive to give certain inalienable rights to more people. And what, I demand to know, is so wrong with that?
Mostly it is because liberal views tend to fall out of favor with Judeo-Christian moral values. But in the real world that we are indeed experiencing, moral values are informed by many different beliefs and practices. Historically haven’t we learned that this is the stuff that religious wars are made of? Yet I feel confident in knowing, that none of us want that. Indeed, then why use fighting words? You might say, why isn’t the stance of the liberally inclusive a fight causing stance? The answer can be found in our first amendment. We all know this as the separation of church and state. The first amendment can only be deconstructed in theory, but not in practice. Why are we professing certain points of our alienable rights, while ignoring or suddenly denying others with our religious, moral, and political stance and actions?
Look to what demographically and group-wise are the things people value. Also look to the power of political persuasion of a constituency. While life and the experience are changing, political leadership does a great disservice to the whole of our nation when they’re stance relies upon peddling the fear of insecurity. And if a politician is so absorbed by the common fears, then he or she is not fit for leadership. Leaders are the uncommon among us, who somehow manage to rise above. And perhaps in the international scene, a leader knows and acts upon the comforting knowledge of a powerful military. But domestically, if that one pointedness guides your politicicking you are asking for anarchy. Our constitution and our first amendment say specifically: speak if your rights are denied, you take to the streets in protest. So why are we surprised to see this excercise on the rise in our country? We are not the exception in this global phenomenon.
I believe that conservative leadership has fallen into a pool of common fears—it has been their purposeful, and ever-more concentrated style since the Reagan era of subversion. Fear is corrosive, highly acidic if not radioactive—it destroys all that it touches, and the last one to realize this is typically the one yielding it like a weapon. Thwarting their own action, they become their own worst enemy.
We can’t wait, because the same still holds true, that the majority has never willfully shared what their political power has claimed to be theirs. I beg to differ, We all made this.
Desegregation saw much opposition as we well know. As it slowly began to see national acceptance, it was still a hard pill to swallow. Begrudgingly, our Nation progressed forward, until it simply integrated and became common place. Leadership like the individual, can awaken by choice or by force, as was the case with desegregation, and that awakening leadership guides a culture wide shift in consciousness. As was the case, and still is, with desegregation and the ignorance that fueled it.
‘Mayday Mayday’ I’ve fallen and can’t move, Tristan Sturrock one man show
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Tristan Sturrock’s predicament was no laughing matter, but laugh out loud you will as he energetically recounts the tale of his falling off a wall and breaking his neck. Life affirming theatre has a way of smacking an audience in the face, with truth that belies the sleepiness of a busy-busy day.
A Frankensteinian resurrection of sorts begins the performance, when from behind the scrim the actor centers the audience on the body, and breathing. And then whiz, bang, Sturrock pops into action with an exciting command of the stage. If you’re not familiar with his stage presence, now you are. ”Mayday Mayday” is the story of a man who promised himself not to drink too much on the annual pagan celebration. He must return with chips for his wife who is five months pregnant. He drinks too much, and the consequence is a horrific accident, tumbling backwards down a wall, where he lies broken neck, breath growing shallow… time passing numbly by.
Obviously he’s lived to tell it, and overcome paralysis. Sturrock the storyteller uses such artifactual care, immersing the audience in the sleeplessness of rumination. ’Halo-brace or operation?’, the choice he must decide, the anxiousness of it all he conveys well. One will have him wearing a cantankerous apparatus bolted to his body for 18 months, the other… well, if the Doctor slips a millimeter — asphyxiation. The question “What would you decide, Doctor?” gets an ambiguous reply. Regarding the surgical choice the chipper Doctor closes, “…we all have our off days. Now try and get some rest.” The story keeps the audience on edge through the twists and turns of life. Not just his, but anyone’s for that matter. Everyday we have to make these kinds of choices.
We have to deliberate, and sometimes there’s an immediate deadline pressing. Not kind of… it does make you humble, when you consider the kinds of choices that lay before you, instead of you before them as was the case for Sturrock. What ever your story is, I need to find a new studio space, but this one’s too far away, that one’s too expensive, the other one I can afford, but its so far off the subway line.
Do I or don’t I go to graduate school? What do I study? What if I choose the wrong thing, and can’t afford the newly acquired debt?
I can’t afford my rent, where do I move? Do I get a second job? But when will that give me time for my creative work, my family… my life!?
Choices, choices, choices. Is it ignorance, churlishness? There’s something about living in such an expansive time, yet having been raised by a culture who by their own actions created this vortex of freedom while they lived in a time when, for example, you got a higher education (or not) and then went on to a career and stayed there ’til retirement. (Those days for a growing number are over, for now.) Every generation, every period of culture has innumerable choices to make, but if to express our time as being like that moment when the galaxy exploded into gases and stars collided making more stars—the most expansive times of the galaxy, that’s the time we live in today. We live in a time of turbulence, that can be felt and known interiorly, and seen and heard exteriorly. Like getting on one of these new high-speed trains, bulletting through townships and cities big and small, sometimes you loose your grip and your hanging on to that last car getting whipped around the curves and you can continue getting whipped around, or make that choice as to how you are going to get onboard that moving train. Or, you can let go and get left behind.
No matter how heavy the choices, you are not paralyzed. Despite what the bad news of the day is, you still have to take responsibility for your self. No matter what’s going on with anyone or any where else, you still have to face what is going on with you. No matter what choice you make, no matter how sound, there will always be consequences. I can make this joke because Sturrock kind of did: but he had fear on his side. No one could make that choice for him. In some ways fear pushes you, but sometimes that kind of fear appears late in the game… like after the fact, Dear So and So, You have 30 days to get out. By that time your choices are limited for reasons of a clock being set to countdown. There’s an idea! Don’t wait for life to set a count down, take control and set your own timer to begin.
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