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Miscellanea #58: On moderation, discomfort, and empathy

As June came and went, I found myself wondering what solid things could I stand on and speak for — what could I add to the conversation that might be helpful?

Miscellanea began with a mission to promote thoughtfulness… which is often to celebrate moderation — to know that issues are often more complex than I give them credit for, and to show temperance in my contemplation and debate.

First and foremost, I must make regular stops at empathy stations, the little free libraries of joyful generosity dotting our neighborhoods. I must be the open book, humble and ready to learn and to teach. I must put an end to deflecting and defecting. In our collective diagnostic of societal ills, we must swallow the pill of the ineffectiveness of our hasty ambitions and rather be slow to our solutions, so that we don’t delay meaningful progress.

Patience, understanding, and compromise. Progress is almost always incremental — we’d best make those increments significant.

Spaces remain, however, in which moderation is not overdue but wasted on anyone not listening. Sometimes, in a fight for certain unalienable rights, you must scream until your voice is heard. It’s clear to me that reaching a point at which you must scream is unduly uncomfortable (in subjective retrospect, the rare moments I’ve reached that point myself seem emotionally justifiable – I can only imagine the same for others).

It all begs the question: What has given rise to the collective rage of the marginalized? The answer, to me, seems simple: oppression. But before I criticize the structures that enforce inequality, I feel compelled to look inward and scrutinize my own role in society’s power dynamics. Societal progress, as does personal growth, always starts with a look in the mirror.

The true work of self-evaluation is uncomfortable, and does not necessarily make for a happier life — but my hope is that it makes for a better human experience. We, not me. Us, not them. Humility, empathy, kindness.

Where am I in these words? How have I upheld injustice?

On whiteness:

On the Confederacy:

On the abuse of power:

“There is no time for despair, no place for self-pity, no need for silence, no room for fear. We speak, we write, we do language. That is how civilizations heal… I know the world is bruised and bleeding, and though it is important not to ignore its pain, it is also critical to refuse to succumb to its malevolence. Like failure, chaos contains information that can lead to knowledge.” — Toni Morrison

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