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Sunday, November 30, 2014

It (Shouldn't) Matter If You're Black or White

Sometimes when we give thanks, I feel like we become smug. It reminds me of an observation by my New Testament professor. My professor told us about a prayer said by Jewish men of Paul's time: "blessed be the Lord our God, the King of the world, that he hath made me an Israelite; blessed be the Lord, &c. who hath not made me a Gentile; blessed be the Lord, &c. who hath not made me a "servant"; blessed be the Lord, &c. who hath not made me a "woman";" (Note 1).

In other words, the prayer is saying thanks for making me so much better off than these other classes of people who have fewer rights, privileges, and blessings than I do. In a way, it's a prayer of smug self-satisfaction that pits me versus a "lesser" class (Note 2).  Contrast this with the teachings of the Paul, found in Galatians 3:28, which reads: "There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither bond nor free, there is neither male nor female: for ye are all one in Christ Jesus." Paul is perhaps deliberately contrasting the Jewish prayer with the gospel truth that we are all the same in God's eyes. In scripture, this concept is referred to as "God is no respecter of persons."

As humans we often don't think this way.  Perhaps we consciously or unconsciously place ourselves above or apart from other human beings. We tend to overestimate our own contribution to our success while underestimating the class, race, or other barriers standing in the way of others. Probably classic liberal guilt, but I have been thinking a lot about how privileged my life is because I am white. If you're reading this and think that white privilege is a myth, then I suggest you read the series of articles by Nick Kristof "When Whites Just Don't Get It" - the five part series can be found here, here, herehere and here. Also, I liked this recent article in the Washington Post about the difference between responsibility and culpability.

The truth is, I have enormous privileges because of my background. I was given a very big gift that I in no way deserved, while other people were not given the same advantages. Could I have succeeded if I wasn't white? If I wasn't born into a middle class family who could afford to live in a really good public school district? I like to think so, but the truth is that I might have succumbed to the whirlpool that drags so many people down - the unluckily accident of birth that places them in a situation with huge disadvantages relative to me.

I think this quote from Nick Kristof's fourth article sums it up:

We all stand on the shoulders of our ancestors. We’re in a relay race, relying on the financial and human capital of our parents and grandparents. Blacks were shackled for the early part of that relay race, and although many of the fetters have come off, whites have developed a huge lead. Do we ignore this long head start — a facet of white privilege — and pretend that the competition is now fair? Of course not. If we whites are ahead in the relay race of life, shouldn’t we acknowledge that we got this lead in part by generations of oppression? Aren’t we big enough to make amends by trying to spread opportunity, by providing disadvantaged black kids an education as good as the one afforded privileged white kids?

If you think racism in America is over, it's not. I'm sure the Jewish men who uttered the prayer I quoted above were nice people, trying to live their religion as best they could.  They probably really were grateful for the blessings and privileges they had in their life. But the problem is that they didn't look around and see that other people were oppressed. They were comfortable with their station in life, and they didn't notice that it was near impossible for others - slaves, women, outsiders, to attain the status they had. In America, it shouldn't matter if you're black or white. But it does. If you're black, you're more likely to go to a bad school, get arrested, be poor, die early, or any of a host of other bad outcomes. We need to change that.


Note 1: I think it was this prayer, I can't be certain, but the internet has provided this one in one of the commentaries on BibleHub, so let's assume it was this one. Found on the commentary for Galatians 3:28, from "Gill's Exposition of the Entire Bible."

Note 2: See also Alma 31:8-18 in the Book of Mormon - another crazy group of people thanking God that they were better than others.

Thursday, November 28, 2013

Grateful

I have a hard time being grateful for things I don't like.  Experiences that are hard don't really bring gratitude to mind.  But really, trials make us gratefuller (is that a word?) for the good times.  We also grow in empathy for others through hardship. 

Don't know why I am posting about trials after a perfectly lovely thanksgiving, but I do think I am ultimately grateful for hard times.  This usually happens long after the trial or tribulation, but it usually happens.  It's a hard fought gratitude, and hopefully more worth the earning because of it.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Happy Thanksgiving Eve!

Make sure that you, like President Bartlet, call the Butterball Hotline with any questions you may have regarding turkey preparation.

Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Three Thankfuls

Today, I am thankful for:

1. Dryers - see, most people say washing machines, but let me tell you, dryers are glorious!!!  I lived without one for my entire mission (considered myself lucky to have a ridiculous washing machine), and as I took my laundry out of the dryer tonight, I realized how grateful I am to have TWO dryers in my life.

2. Zone out action adventure movies.  Over the past three days I've hacked my old roommate's Netflix account and watched "Captain America" and "Avengers."  These movies are not deep, but they are fun.  "Thor" is going to be given a chance to turn my brain to mush next.

3. Friends who see the good in me.  If I believed in reincarnation I would say that I must have done something REALLY great in a previous life to deserve having these people in my life.  I must have done something good:

"Something Good," Julie Andrews & Christopher Plummer

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Give oh Give

Sometimes it takes a really really large typhoon to remind you of what you are grateful for.  Super Typhoon Haiyan recently hit the Philippines, tearing families apart and destroying homes.  I'm grateful to have a warm and secure home tonight, and that my loved ones are safe.  Here's a link to a list of resources to assist those affected by Haiyan: http://www.charitynavigator.org/index.cfm?bay=content.view&cpid=1659#.UoLtvfkqiSo

Be generous, and even if you don't have the means to be generous, be grateful and prayerful. 

Thursday, November 22, 2012

Happy Thanksgiving!

This is set to post automatically, because I will be baking rolls and making sweet potatoes today.  I hope you are able to have a restful and enjoyable Thanksgiving.  Eat a little of everything, take a post-meal walk, and enjoy the company of friends and family!

I have probably shared this every Thanksgiving, but here you go anyway:


Alice's Restaurant by Arlo Guthrie

You're welcome.  If you want some more Thanksgiving soundtracks, click here.

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Happy Mother's Day

True Story: My mom hates Mother's Day.  She dislikes it because she feels like it's an excuse to be nice to your mother once a year and then treat her like dirt the rest of the year (she had really terrible kids, apparently).  She may be the only mother who is like this, I don't know for sure.  However, today is her birthday, so I have to express my gratitude for her raising me.  She has her quirks, like hating Mother's Day. But she is so fun!  She is much more spontaneous than the accountant writing these words.  She got me in to my first concert for free (The Beach Boys, for the record.  Yeah, I was that cool as a 12-year old).  She even braved the freezing cold to go with us Obama's first inauguration in 2009!



She loves kids, and someday will be the best grandma ever - she will spoil them something awful.  She is also a great teacher who loves doing object lessons.  She has imbued all of us with a love of art (or at least an appreciation for it), and currently volunteers as a docent at the art gallery, giving tours to kids.  In short, I hope someday to be the kind of mom she is.  Mom likes to say that Mother's Day is 365 days a year, and I agree - Happy Mother's Day!  And Happy Birthday, Mom!

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Dad

My dad is kind of a combination of this guy, this guy, and this guy.  Because I've already blogged about how my gratitude for my brothers, and may have mentioned my mom is awesome, I felt like my dad deserved a post of his own.  He really exhibits the fruits of the spirit, especially gentleness.  He is very kind and patient.  He's is really quite a lovely man, and I'm really grateful he's my dad.  On a very snowy day, he is also kind enough to shovel out several feet of snow.


Would it sound too much like a personal ad if I say he has a great smile and a great laugh?  Because he does.

Not everyone is lucky enough to have a great dad, and only four people have the best dad ever!

This is probably a bit of an exaggeration, but was funny enough to share:


It's true, I'll always be Daddy's Little Girl.

Monday, November 19, 2012

Susan and the Gals

Well, I'm almost ready to blog about politics again.  I think the election was a bit much - I got really stressed out about it, especially in the apocalyptic aftermath of the political commentary.

Every time I vote, I always think about the Feminists (some might say FemiNazis) who have moved this country forward.  They are responsible for giving me the right to vote, for blazing new career trails, for making more equitable laws, and so many other gains for the rights of women.
Fearless, indomitable - these are the adjectives I would apply to Feminists!
Feminism is a word freighted with all kinds of connotations in Mormon culture.  A Feminist can be viewed as someone who "hates men" or is a strident voice of discord in a society that values unity.  Several years ago, a woman made a comment in church that "Ugh, I'm not a Feminist."  Her tone made clear that Feminism was something dirty and terrible.  I'm not an instigator, and I have no backbone so I didn't respond.  But, of course, this comment hurt me - I don't think that my brand of feminism is everyone's cup of hot chocolate, but I do think that EVERY woman is a feminist (every man should be too, but that's another post).
Susan B. Anthony and Mormon Suffragettes
While driving someone to a far-away airport tonight, I got to hang out with a friend I haven't talked to in a while.  She and I are polar opposites on the political spectrum, yet we both self describe as Feminists.  Knowing this, I asked her to describe Feminism.  She described a very different thing than my Feminism, but there was still the common thread that unites all of Feminism - the belief that women are equal to men in every respect.

Susan B. Anthony and Elizabeth Cady Stanton, two of my heroes
Equality is the heart of Feminism!  As a Feminist once said, "Feminism is the radical idea that women are people too."  Oftentimes we forget how RADICAL Susan B. Anthony and the early suffragettes were.  Or how RADICAL it was to argue for women's education and employment.  Or how property laws used to designate women as chattel.  Feminism was a radical proposition when first introduced - almost laughable in its principles.  Yet a group of very dedicated women fought long and hard to change unfair divorce and child custody laws, to remove barriers to women in college, and to establish my right to vote.  Susan B. Anthony was even arrested for attempting to vote!  In America!

She was convicted, too!
These lovely ladies were awesome!  I am so grateful for them.  While I don't think we're perfect in our equality of opportunity yet, we have come a long way, so I'm thankful for Susan and the girls who worked so hard for the generations to follow.  We should be proud to take up their banner and advance the cause of women's rights into this 21st century.  Susan's motto for "The Revolution," her weekly suffragette newsletter was "Men, their rights and nothing more; women, their rights and nothing less."

I'm also going to add the words to a rousing Mormon Suffragette hymn (someday I'm going to make the sisters sing this in church.  Also, why is there not a YouTube video of this?):

Freedom's Daughter rouse from slumber,
See the curtains are withdrawn,
Which so long thy mind has shrouded,
Lo! Thy day begins to dawn.

Chorus:
Woman, rise, thy penance o'er,
Sit thou in the dust no more,
Seize the scepter, hold the van,
Equal with thy brother, man.

Truth and virtue be thy motto,
Temp'rance, liberty, and peace.
Light shall shine and darkness vanish.
Love shall rein, oppression cease.

(Chorus)

First the fall 'mid Eden's bowers,
Through long suff'ring worthy proved.
With the foremost claim thy pardon,
When earth's curse shall be removed.

(Chorus)

Sunday, November 18, 2012

We Gather Together

My dad likes to say that one of the things he likes about Thanksgiving as a holiday is its lack of commercialism (I guess he's not including Black Friday).  Thanksgiving is a time where we get to sit back and consider our blessings.  We have been given so much.  "Given" is the right word, at least in my case, because I feel I have been blessed far more than I deserve.  I am thankful for so much, and I'm thankful for the chance to think about that gratitude on Thanksgiving.  There is power in gathering together and uniting in gratitude.  Perhaps it should remind us of those who do NOT have what we have, and makes us more disposed to be kind to and love them.

"We Gather Together" by Celtic Women (Random Pictures alert, but the song is pretty)

Saturday, November 17, 2012

My Bros

Growing up, I thought it was terribly tragic to have three (count 'em, THREE!) brothers.  I envied those friends of mine who had sisters.  When one of them was especially annoying, I would fantasize about trading them in for a sister.  Now that we are all older, however, I wouldn't trade any one of them in.  I love my brothers, and I'm thankful for each and every one.  (I've noted before that I'm terrible at keeping in touch with people, and this is true for my brothers too.  Maybe I should call them instead of writing a blog post about them...yeah...)
We made it through Hezekiah's tunnel together.
Biggins is a born lawyer - loves words, arguments, and logic (which is why he is part Mathematician, too).  He reads more about a more varied set of topics than anyone I know, and seems to hone in on every interesting article or video to be found on any corner of the internet.  He self-describes as a pedantic a-hole, but in reality is one of the most understanding of people I know.  When we got a new puppy while he was in middle school, he was the sweetest cuddler with her of all of us.  Breakfast cereal, Chicken Nuggets, and Pizza made up his diet well into his teenage years, but he has since broadened his horizons and even eats coleslaw now.  He cracks his knuckles, which drives my mom crazy.  In short, he is funny and smart and awesome.

K-meister is the next Bill Gates/Steve Jobs/computing supergenius of the world.  He is the Brain to my Pinky, and I'm convinced that he will someday take over the world.  He's a quiet one, and sadly is moving thousands of miles away from us, but we'll find a way to embarrass him yet.  K is a brave Democrat in the face of near-universal opposition at BYU-Idaho currently.  Soon, he will be taking over the computer engineering world of San Diego.  This will probably involve his current favorite pastime, smoking meat.  He will bring true Texas BBQ to the sunny shores of California.  His mission gave him a taste of places that are warm all the time, and I don't think he'll ever live near snow again.  Sometimes wacky taste in music, but lovable and loyal nonetheless.

Banjo is currently serving a mission in a beautiful European country with a romance language to wow the ladies when he returns in December.  Betting odds lean heavily in favor of him being the first of us to marry, despite being the youngest, as he was the only one to have a steady girlfriend during High School.  He LOVES! EXCLAMATION! MARKS!  His exuberance will be applied to who-knows-what major when he returns in glory to college in January.  During high school he loved to drive my mom's old van around full of his friends.  He was three when he joined swim team and is the only one of us with any musical talent on the piano.  Did I mention he is multi-talented?  In fourth grade, he wrote his future biography and stated that he would be President someday.  When he's President, Biggins will be chief counsel, K will prosecute the cyber war with [insert country here], and I will have the best job of all - Christmas tree lighter.

Have I convinced you to marry any of them yet?  I am still in the market for a sister or two or three to add to these great brothers.  Luckily, I now trust them to choose wisely.  I love you guys!

They look even cuter with beards ;)

Friday, November 16, 2012

ArtOfficial

Art can be artificial - a flat 2-D rendering that oversimplifies the complexities of life.  But art can also be a prism through which we step into the shoes of others.  It can help us understand the alienation of the 1920's when we look at Edward Hooper's Nighthawks:



We can practically touch the divine when we look up at Michelangelo's magnificent frescoes on the Sistine Chapel ceiling:



We understand the horrors of the civil war through Matthew Brady's photography.


We experience the pure joy of a good day as Gene Kelly dances his way down a wet street:



Of course this is just what I feel, but I'm going to generalize and assume that you have all been touched by some work of art, whether music, poetry, dance, literature, theater, paintings, or sculpture.  We may take away different things from these artificial renderings of reality, but they can show us life's joys and pains in a unique and compelling way.

I remember reading somewhere that would have been literally impossible for Mary to hold Jesus the way she does in Michelangelo's Pieta.



Yet, it doesn't seem artificial to look at - when you stand in front of it you are drawn to her sorrow and it is almost palpable.  You are THERE, at the tomb, witnessing the horror and the sadness just as surely as Mary felt those things.  That the actual event did not look like this is almost certain, but the universal emotions it portrays resonate with us.  Maybe the Pieta doesn't move you - maybe for you it's movies, songs, great literature, or some other art form.  The creativity of others can be WONDROUS!  One of the things I love about art is that there is no "official" interpretation of something.  Sure, the artist can tell us his or her thoughts on what their creation means.  But truly great art has so much depth and loveliness to it that it captivates you, and brings you under its spell. You are able to learn things from it that the original artist may never even have imagined.

I'm grateful for art!

Thursday, November 15, 2012

Counting My Lucky Stars

As I drove from St. George, Utah to Salt Lake City one October evening a couple years ago, I encountered a freak storm of sleet, rain, and icy snow.  The road from St. George to Salt Lake has some steep drops.  To make it more scary, I was completely unfamiliar with the road.  It was the only time in my recent memory that I literally feared for my life.  Luckily, I was able to get behind a truck and by following its tail lights closely, make it to a pull off.  I stopped at a covered gas station to wait out the worst of it.

That experience made me really, really grateful to be alive.  I realized that I really do want to live a long life!

Because Thanksgiving is just around the corner, I'm going to devote the next week of posts to things I'm thankful for.  This post is about gratitude for the gift of life!  This gift allows me to enjoy a lot of the other things I'm grateful for.  I'm grateful for the beauty of the earth that we live on - it has so many beautiful things that also have the gift of life.  So many times I have been inspired and uplifted by the beauties of nature.  In counting my blessings, I have to be grateful for my lucky stars that have allowed me many years on this beautiful planet!


For the Beauty of the Earth, sung by the Cambridge Singers (I think?)

Photo website with GORGEOUS pictures of earth's bounties: http://500px.com/

Photo of the day by National Geographic: http://photography.nationalgeographic.com/photography/photo-of-the-day/