What do we owe the horrible people of the world?

“You catch more flies with honey than vinegar.” My parents used to say this to me frequently, especially my father. I’ve always been one to get passionate about topics I consider essential, and I’m not convinced that greys and moderation are appropriate in all areas. Some things deserve a robust response. [i]

I wonder how often they used that honey and vinegar phrase with my brothers. But I digress.

We don’t like it when people speak truth to power, or even truth to neighbour. We prefer instead the soft sell, the “gently-gently,” the “let’s all be reasonable” approach. This is all well and good if both sides of the equation are reasonable people dealing with a reasonable division of opinion – Pepsi or Coke.

What if they’re not?

What if they’re not reasonable people? What if their position is untenable? We like to say that doing bad things doesn’t make someone a bad person.

Why not?

Non-judgmental

We don’t like to make judgments and draw hard lines in the sand. We always look for the excuse, for the exculpating factor.

Sure, Karen is a raging bigot, but she had a really traumatic experience at summer camp once.

Making excuses and looking for mitigating factors is appropriate with children: they’re learning, and when one is learning, mistakes are made. We hold space for explanation, revision, improvement, and growth for our kids.

But children grow up. They get driver’s licenses. They register to vote. They get jobs and travel on their own. They get coupled up, and sometimes they have kids themselves. We’re not doing a good job of holding fully grown adults accountable for their behaviour, especially when it comes to the discriminatory, antisocial kind.

I’m sure Pierre didn’t mean to suggest Indigenous people are lazy when he said they need to learn the value of hard work.

We’re shockingly moderate in our responses to the indefensible. We gave unforgivable ugliness grace because “everyone has the right to an opinion,” and now we’re reaping the consequences of our servility: we’re swimming in bullies, conspiracy theories, white supremacists, and bigots who think their opinions are valid.

Even the AI proofreader thinks we should be gentle: Explore ways to connect with those who hold opposing views, aiming to build bridges rather than fueling animosity. Encouraging respectful dialogue and mutual understanding, even with strong disagreement, can be more impactful in promoting positive change.

Everyone has the right to an opinion, but not all opinions are equal. Some opinions are wrong. Some opinions are revolting. Perhaps now would be a good time to stop being all “The Emperor’s New Clothes” about reality.  

SOGI 123

SOGI 123 is a field of education philosophy that has been added to the mission statements and classroom planning for schools in British Columbia. The goal is to make schools safer and more inclusive. The horror.

“SOGI” stands for “sexual orientation and gender identity.” The changes are about ensuring that classroom language, texts, examples, and discussions include a wide variety of people. It’s about learning to be tolerant and accepting of differences in other people. So, of course, fundamentalists are enraged.

I’m reminded of the parental rage that showed up when non-whites started appearing in school texts as examples and illustrations in the seventies.

Fundamentalists have worked themselves up into frothing frenzies, convinced public schools are trying to turn all children into drag performers following obligatory castrations for the boys. The majority of kids should be so fabulous.

The Christian fundamentalists in my community have always demonstrated extreme hatred and intolerance towards people in the 2SLGBTQIA community, and their Christlike hatred here has them forging cross-religion alliances of nastiness – nothing says “God is love” like Sikhs and Christians on a hate march together.  

The obvious solution – home school to teach your kids intolerance – is not one they’re fond of. Instead, they want the schools to set up the curriculums according to their preferences and beliefs. They scream about indoctrination without a shred of irony.

The “parental rights” movement is little more than a dog-whistle to bigotry.

Interventions

I was on my way to misery and happiness today via the bookstore when I saw one of their hate parades slithering by. What to do, but shift gears. What to do but park the car, get out, and march forward to engage in some lively counter-protest.

Though I’m not sure “counter-protest” is the correct term. That smacks of information-provision, or counter-programming, and that’s a different kettle of fish. I’m not much interested in persuasion. My specialty is judgmental criticism. My counter-protest consists of calling them out for hate crimes and bigotry.

I’ve wrestled with the philosophical conundrum of behaving in a bigoted fashion towards bigots, but in the end, I decided the premise was flawed. All that evil requires for triumph is for good people to do nothing. I agree with Edmund Burke there.

But the police were frustrated with me because I introduced an element of protesting chaos into what had been an orderly hate march. And I think that’s okay. I’m tired of the silence. I’m tired of people not doing anything beyond social media complaining. I’m tired of watching hate crime numbers rise. People parading in hate should worry about societal pushback.

A non-binary child was murdered in Oklahoma for existing.

I’m not the idiot whisperer

The police officers were polite. And no matter their opinion on the content, the police can’t stop people from speaking freely. Unless you mention Palestinian rights, but I digress.

Unfortunately for the marchers, those rights exist for me too.  

But one officer said to me, as a half-question, “You know you won’t change their minds, right?”

You catch more flies with honey than vinegar.

It’s not always about changing their minds. There are better angels than me out there working on racism, homophobia, bigotry, and misogyny. I’m amazed by their grace, their willingness to dialogue, and the way they believe in finding the good.

I’m amazed by their patience.

So no, I’m not going to educate. I’m not going to chat about opinions or points of view. I’m done playing nice with horrible. But we need to get back to natural consequences. Speak your ugly, bigoted, misogynistic, racist opinions if you must. But people embracing that kind of ugliness should worry about the blowback, and they don’t, because they think that “everyone has the right to free speech” gives them a behavioural pass.

This is not, by any stretch, the non-violent communication style championed by Marshall Rosenberg by any means. That’s about expressing needs with clarity, listening to others with compassion and empathy, and “facilitating mutually beneficial outcomes for all involved.” That style will probably go a long way to engendering positive change, and the AI approves. My behaviour is judgment on steroids with a complete lack of interest in their feelings. I think there’s space for both.

Nasty people doing nasty things should feel the sting of condemnation. They should get their feeling hurt. They should feel uncomfortable preaching hatred and bigotry from their bully pulpits. The changes likely won’t come from that, but that’s not the point. Ugly should hide behind masks and robes. That they feel emboldened to march openly in hate means we’ve failed.


[i] Of course, when women get passionate about a topic, “hysterical” is often the charge levied. “You need to calm down.” Why?


16 thoughts on “What do we owe the horrible people of the world?

  1. We hear your fury at hearing repeatedly a lack of compassion. You referenced a murder of someone who was just being who they are. We hear your heartbreak, and an urgency to protect.

    We are guessing your needs are unmet for compassion, respect, shared reality, order, peace and maybe safety?

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    1. Thank you for hearing the fury. It’s massive at times, compounded by a complete lack of comprehension. I don’t understand people who choose to attack the vulnerable. Never punch down.

      Unmet needs for compassion, respect, peace, and safety are there. I wish we would all share a worldview, but I acknowledge this isn’t possible.

      I struggle with the fact that people sincerely believe horrible things, and think they’re on the side of good while doing so.

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      1. We hear you identifying unmet needs for understanding.

        We also hear some feelings of helplessness or hopelessness that needs for shared reality can ever be met. Faith and hope are also needs that sound unmet as they pertain to shared reality and compassion/respect.

        We also hear an unmet need for acceptance: how can people believe things and make choices about which you feel such intense concern and revulsion? And how can they feel confident in their choices and values when you feel so much horror and disgust?

        These feel so urgently violent that they are like binaries pushing at each other, like extreme hot and cold clashing into a violent storm

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        1. Thank you. My insides feel chaotic, like there are dervishes. This is such a good description of my emotions and feelings.

          Part of me wants to have grace, but “intense concern and revulsion over their choices [engendering] horror and disgust” is hard to let go of.

          I have a trans niece.

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        2. We hear your urgency to protect niece!

          You have anger at and maybe fear of those who would not meet niece’s and your needs for her to be seen/known and be authentic. You know of someone who was killed trying to be authentic. This feels very unsafe to you!

          Because your internal compass seeks right and wants to avoid wrong, do the dervishes spin between anger/blame/judgment of those who aren’t meeting your needs and maybe anger/blame/judgment at self for not having grace? Or is the latter more of a byproduct once you feel calmer, once dervishes simmer a bit?

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        3. It does. It feels very unsafe.

          I wish I could say that I struggled in the moment, but I don’t. It’s after when they come, but yes, that is the conflict.

          I remember a line from “The Untouchables” sometimes: “I have forsworn myself. I have become what I beheld [in contempt], and I am content I have done right.”

          I believe I’m right, but I’ve yet to reach ease with it.

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  2. I understanding your anger. I am cursed with far too much empathy for everyone (apart from myself obviously) but it’s frustrating seeing people doing hateful things in the name of a God of love. Jesus wouldn’t have been on a hate march he’d be busy hanging out with and loving the marginalised.

    Unfortunately I think sometimes the backlash emboldens them, they expect opposition and take it as a sign of being on the right track. And if we condemn the people rather than just their behaviour then we take away any path or incentive for them to change. More hate isn’t going to fix their hatred. I’d recommend the book ‘unfollow’ by Megan Phelps-Roper who grew up in and left Westboro Baptist church. It’s a good insight into how these hate groups work and are perpetuated.

    I’m sorry you had to deal with them. I hope writing it down gave some relief and that there are many more brighter and love filled moments in the rest of the week.

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    1. Thank you for the supportive feedback, and the book recommendation. I’ll check it out. I forgot about the Westboro Church.

      I also don’t understand how religious love gets so twisted.

      Sharing is a relief, and I’m hoping for a good week for you as well.

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  3. You brought up some serious points here and it is hard for me too to hold be tongue when confronted with all this BS. You had me smiling at this line though, “But the police were frustrated with me because I introduced an element of protesting chaos into what had been an orderly hate march”.

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  4. Heavy post.

    Whenever I speak up/out, I feel like a tiny pebble in a massive ocean—it’s ripples are inconsequential. As a result, I opt out entirely. Instead, I focus my attention and dedicate my energy to things and people that fulfill me—creating my own imaginary microcosm filled with peace, joy, and love.

    That said, I recognize that the world seems to be filling up more and more with bad actors who spew their nonsense (and worse) with impunity. There are fewer and fewer consequences as time marches on, and look where it’s gotten us. How to reverse it? I don’t know what the answer(s) is/are, but I hope a critical mass is able to figure it out and mobilize before it’s too late…or have we already gone past the point of no return?

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  5. I learned a quote from a Stoic philosopher, Epictetus, that I usually apply to stuff like this. He said that if someone wrongly speaks badly of you it is bc it seems that way to them and that they are the ones hurt bc they are the ones deceived (obviously b4 internet trolls). The people getting so worked up about other people holding identities or orientations believe what they are saying and believe they must do something about it, just like those who oppose homosexuality, inter-racial marriage, interfaith marriage, women wearing shorts to play tennis (it happened in the 1930s) and every other social change. But change happens. And I really think they’ll find themselves on the wrong side of history.

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    1. That’s a good quote. I like the Stoics.

      I had a troubling encounter yesterday with a repair person – this applies so well. I love serendipity.

      Thanks for reading and replying.

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