(This essay hits the nail on the head. Be sure to read cognitive scientist George Lakoff's writing about the family as template for judgements of right and wrong on a national level.)
http://www.berkeley.edu/news/media/releases/2003/10/27_lakoff.shtmlThe Good Parent
By John Cory
t r u t h o u t | Perspective Friday 03 September 2004
"It struck me as I was speaking to people in Bangor, Maine, that this president sees America as we think about a 10-year-old child," Card said. "I know as a parent I would sacrifice all for my children."
-- Andrew Card interview in Boston Globe
I came across the above quote this morning, and felt the pangs of my long ago childhood.
After watching the Zell Miller/Dick Cheney show last night, and hearing their vitriolic version of this campaign, I tried to figure out what Bush would say tonight, and then it hit me. The Miller/Cheney routine was the "bad parent-good parent" introduction, so Bush could show up in the role of the gentle understanding and kindly guardian. That's what this was all about.
I was not so much born into the great American family, but more or less left on its doorstep. I was a knock-around kid, passed through the welfare and foster home system until adoption. But that adoption was anything but salvation.
The old woman, who raised me for the next ten years, was a devoutly religious woman and respected citizen, who baked bread for sick neighbors and organized potluck dinners for mourning church members and their families during funeral occasions. She was also a dark disciplinarian with an absolute sense of right and wrong; a side that was never revealed to the outside world.
Her idea of discipline, would today qualify as criminal. In those days, it was a secret. And one of her favorite punishments for failing to live up to her standards or violating one of a multitude of life rules, was especially effective on a kid looking for a home.
Grades that were less than A+, childish lies about eating forbidden cookies, or just rowdy behavior, would incur the car trip at night. Loaded into the backseat of the gray Oldsmobile, I huddled on the floor, not allowed to look out the windows until she stopped the car.
Upon arrival at the secret destination, I was told to get out. Rolling down her window, the old woman scolded me for whatever sin I had committed. "If you can find your way back, I'll think about letting you in the house. But you have to learn to live by our rules and our standards. I can protect you from the world, but only if you adhere to what's right and good." And then she drove off.
I was nine years old, watching the taillights disappear into the darkness, in a neighborhood I didn't know, on a cold winter night street, in a frightening world.
Sometimes I fantasized, through tear-streaked eyes; picking a house whose mellow glowing light seemed to warm the darkness, that if I rang the doorbell, maybe they would love to have a boy like me. Maybe I wouldn't be lost and alone any more.
Of course, the old woman always returned, and warnings of how she was the only one who could protect me brought my promise to be good. Life went on until the next sin.
It would be years before I learned that real parents did not abuse or threaten to abandon their children. That there were parents who actually encouraged their children to go out into the world, and be rowdy, and bend the rules, and explore.
Watching and listening to this GOP convention and the Bush administration, reminds me of that long ago childhood. You're either with us, or against us. You either belong, or you don't. We'll give you all the love you deserve, as long as you earn it by doing what we say. The world is a dangerous place and only we can save you from yourself, and the evil that is out there. Anything less, well, you're on your own.
No matter what George Bush says in his speech tonight, the fear mongering and the self-righteous hypocrisy of the last three days echo across America.
And like that nine-year-old kid of long ago, I wonder if the warm light inside that Kerry house might have a place for a boy like me.