People vs. Ideas

Jesus wrote in the dirt before answering a critical question.

So I was scrolling through the old Facebook news feed this morning and saw a provocative post by our hometown Patch: “What do you think of Georgia’s waiver to the No Child Left Behind Law. Will this help our schools or hurt them? Anyone have an opinion I can use in a story on Loganville-Grayson Patch?”

And being an informed citizen, I naturally had no clue what the post was talking about. So I headed over to the local newspaper’s website (oxymoron?) and found an article detailing the latest–that President Obama has used an Executive Order to grant waivers to at least 10 states that allows them to avoid the NCLB law’s 2014 deadline, provided those states submit a comprehensive plan for meeting the law’s standards sometime in the near future. Georgia is one of the ten states receiving such a waiver.

Now, as a parent of a public school kid, I’m kind of torn on this. On the one hand, I want my child to receive a quality education from our public school system. I want teachers who are there to simply collect a check (meager as it may be) gone from the system. I want teachers to be held to high standards. I want kids to be encouraged and challenged in their learning. I want my child to succeed.

But as the spouse of someone who used to be a teacher, and the friend of many who still are teaching, I also know that instead of teaching our kids, our teachers spend a lot of time prepping them to pass tests. That may be generalizing (in fact, I’m pretty sure it is), but when my kid comes home with more homework than I had when I was in the third grade, something seems a bit off.

Regardless of whether you like the No Child Left Behind law or not, education reform is something that we’ve batted around over the last 10-20 years and still not gotten quite right. In fact, if you read the link to the story about the waivers, you’ll consistent read or catch the implication that the current bill is fatally flawed and, though everyone agrees it needs repair, the two parties can’t come to an agreement on how to fix it.

No suprise there.

What’s truly heartbreaking is that our elected officials have no problem coming out and saying, “We’re not gonna get anything done because this is an election year. There’s just no way to get anyone to compromise during an election year.”

On the local website where I blog, the Loganville-Grayson Patch, we’ve gone round and round on the matter of politics lately (just read here, here, here, here, or here) and the general consensus seems to be: things suck. We’re stuck in a quagmire where ideas have primacy; our leaders, and to some degree we as the vox populi, are content to choose our ideas over people. As fellow Patcher Gail Moore wrote about last week, we have sacrificed the common good for pure ideology, and as a result nothing gets done.

I taught my students on this only a couple of weeks ago. There’s a brief passage in the Bible where Jesus was presented with this dilemma; a woman, caught in the midst of adultery (a death-penalty offense in those days), was brought before him by some of the religious leaders. They threw her into the dirt before Jesus and gave him this test: We caught her sinning, and the Law says we should stone her to death. What do you say?

The Bible says that Jesus knelt down and started writing in the dirt. The religious leaders waited for his answer. The woman waited too. Finally Jesus looked up and said, “Let the one without sin cast the first stone.”

The religious leaders, ashamed in their own hearts, quietly slipped away, beginning with the oldest. Finally, they were all gone and Jesus was alone with the woman. He looked at her.

“Do you still have accusers?” he asked.

“No,” she replied.

“Then I won’t accuse you either,” Jesus answered. “Go–but sin no more.”

I love this passage of Scripture because Jesus does what seems impossible: he maintains the Law and Grace. He didn’t declare her innocent, because she wasn’t; she was guilty under the Law and had to be judged accordingly. But he didn’t grab a stone and start chucking because he knew she needed forgiveness, since humanity is incapable of keeping the Law in its own strength. In his wisdom, Christ was able to keep both in balance because he had come to satisfy the Law and its demands within himself thereby offering Grace for our inability to do the same.

It’s the deep mystery of the Christian faith: a Holy God dying for unholy sinners.

And here’s the carryover into real life, where rubber meets road: sometimes, we have to set aside our ideological purity in order to find a real life solution. And other times, we have to set aside our high-minded compassion in order to establish a foundation for change. Lately, it seems, that ideology has won out over people: whether it’s conservative ideology or liberal, doesn’t matter–when you let the law of your ideas drive your compassion out of you, you have lost both the people and the integrity of your ideas.

Life is hard. We are constantly challenged by the decisions we face, and quite often it’s easier to live life on the poles than it is to find balance. Sometimes we need to hold hard and fast to our ideals; sometimes, we need to think more about the people. Circumstances can dictate, but not as much as our own will; what we often blame on circumstance is really just our own failure to choose against our own interests.

The fatal flaw in our system of government rests in the words of Lincoln: “government for the people, by the people”. Do you see the flaw?


Imperfect, occasionally myopic people.

But the flaw is also it’s strength. Here’s hoping that as we move forward this election cycle, we can remember that people matter as much as ideas.

A Letter to My Children: The Debt Ceiling, Politicians, and My Failure as a Father

Dear Ella and Jon –

Both of your great-grandfathers served in World War II in the European theater. Pop Emmette, your Nonna’s father, was assigned to a postmasters’ outfit in France just before the final collapse of Berlin. Pop Harold, your Poppy’s dad, was a quartermaster with the Army who helped with the final supply lines for the troops who ended the European front of the war.

I’m telling you this because last night, as the current president Barack Obama, took to the airwaves to speak about a deadlock in debt ceiling negotiations (which is a fancy way of saying that the USA is about to run out of money) I realized the death of the America in which I came of age. Both of your great-grandfathers were contributors to that America, one that held certain ideals about the nation itself and what it took to make it great. Their generation, by no means perfect, was at the very least rooted in a system of shared belief that the good of the many outweighed the wants of the few. They fought for this belief and applied it in their lives, and expected those around them, including the politicians sent to represent them in Washington D.C., to do the same.

I’m no historian, but I would argue that the same belief your great-grandfathers harbored has been a dominant piece of the American ethos since the inception of this nation. It was the ignition for the American Revolution, it was the self-destructive impulse behind the Civil War, and it was the rallying cry that rescued the nation from the Great Depression and ushered us to victory in the Second World War. Our historical documents are loaded with language about the “good of the people” and our rhetoric for 235 years has been that we are a nation of many who stand as one.

It’s even our national motto: E Pluribus Unum. From the many, one.

But that America is dead now. It no longer exists, and I spent the better part of last night trying to figure out who should bear the responsibility for the death blow.

I was tempted to blame the politicians who are currently in office, the egotistical buttheads who stand in front of their media pulpits and proclaim that they are working for the will of the American people when in reality they are working for a select group of individuals who share the same political ideology. The list of these demagogues is long and undistinguished, and all are guilty: President Obama, Rep. John Boehner, Rep. Eric Cantor, Sen. Harry Reid, Rep. Nancy Pelosi, and so on. Almost anyone that your father can currently see on TV or read about in the papers is someone who has shunted the good of the American people to the side in order to doggedly pursue their own personal vision of what America should be. Party affiliation, long a lament of the voting populace, has replaced the needs of the country, so that a relatively simple matter of raising our debt ceiling in order to preserve the economy for the short term while simultaneously working on a long term solution for our reckless spending has turned into a game of political chicken. The two parties are staring at each other, neither willing to concede anything because they can’t bring themselves to let the other party “win.”

And at this point, “win” is a loose term.

Instead, these people who are supposed to do what’s good for the nation both in the near and long terms are about to cause a systemic default on our financial obligations that could very well kill the economy in ways we’ve never even considered.

At a time when the economy is already barely breathing.

This would be like your dad arguing with your mom over what type of medicine you should be treated with while you were dying because you needed medicine.

What makes it even worse is the smug self-righteousness with which these politicians address the nation, telling us that what they are doing is what we want them to do. You will be old enough to understand this one day, so I’m going to go ahead and tell you: the people who have your best interests at heart actually shut up and listen to what you have to say. Even when they make decisions that go against your wishes, they at least cared enough to listen. You’ve grown up with this – you haven’t always liked the decisions your mother and I made, but as soon as you were old enough to share your thoughts and preferences with us, we allowed you to have your say and weighed it against the larger picture. When it made sense to do what you wanted, we capitulated and gave you the gift of empowerment (which is no small thing, let me tell you…). When it didn’t make sense, we did what was best for you and gave you the courtesy of an explanation.

The people currently in office don’t do either of those things, and as a grown-up adult with a voice and plenty of thoughts on the matter, it pisses me off to no end. It makes me mad. It actually makes me think fondly of the American Revolution and wonder if we might revisit such a drastic recourse.

I’m spit-balling, mind you – I make no bones about the fact that I wouldn’t even attempt to pick up a rifle at Walmart and challenge the US Government to a fight. But the dream is nice, and that’s sad; when your only outlet for your frustrations would seem to be dreaming of violent revolution, that says something about the system under which you’re living.

Which brings me to the point of my letter: the politicians are not to blame for the mess you will inherit.

I am.

And so is everyone else who has voted these types of politicians into power for the past thirty years.

You see, in a democratic system, the people choose who represent them. We get to shuffle into a soulless little box every few years and punch a button to decide the players who will decide our collective national fate. Once upon a time, this system worked, mainly because the people who voted wouldn’t stand for jack-legged egotists in office. Sure, they voted in a few windbags from time to time, but for the most part the men (and for a while, it was only men) elected to office held the idea and ideals of this nation to be their guiding principles. They believed, as your great-grandfathers did, that the many outweighed the few. They argued over the best approach to this goal, as any group of distinct individuals will, but more often than not they came to great compromises that propelled this nation forward as a vanguard. You can see the relics of this across the nation because we used to build monuments to our political leaders – the Washington monument, the Lincoln memorial, the Jefferson memorial; heck, we even sandblasted the living crap out of a South Dakota mountain so we could put the faces of four great American statesmen on its slope. We spent countless dollars erected these edifices to remind ourselves not only of the men and women who shaped our heritage, but of that heritage itself.

Nowadays, we wouldn’t waste money on a politician’s statue. We’ve discovered the subversive joys of naming waste-water reclamation facilities after them, which tells you how far things have fallen.

And yet they’ve fallen this far because we’ve let them. We’ve become something I can’t quite define, something that is frightening to consider. It’s hard to pinpoint why we’ve become a nation of cynics and skeptics, though one would suggest it’s the repeated exposure to leaders who suck, which only brings us back to the question of why the hell did we elect them then? When did we quit caring about who went to Washington? When did we collectively decide to roll over and let a narrow group of people on both sides of the aisle speak for the vast majority of us?

It would require a great deal of collective brainpower from sociologists, historians, political scientists, psychologists and Dionne Warwick to come up with a decent answer.

But I’d sure love to read it. For me, I just fall back on the old standard of blaming it all on Watergate. Or Dan Quayle.

Maybe one of you, or someone from your generation, will be the first to undertake such a massive study – the examination of the death of the American people’s collective idealism – and if so, I hope you find something substantial. Because to be honest, it seems from my vantage point to be nothing more than our own selfishness coming back to haunt us. We take what we get because we don’t care to fully participate. We tell ourselves that our vote doesn’t count because the weasels will still get elected, thereby ensuring that the weasels still get elected. If we do vote, we don’t do any research, or we simply wait until some paper or website or magazine produces a “how to vote” list, which, if you think about the history of this nation and all we fought against, is antithetical to what it means to be an American.

Mostly though, we just whine and gripe and moan. Kind of like this blog post – it serves no real purpose towards change. It’s just a way for me to get my two-cents out there and feel all justified at my anger.

If I really cared, I’d get my but down to whatever civic office is responsible for this sort of thing and register myself as a candidate for the next election. Or I’d begin a new political party, something like the Common Sense Party, or Bull Winkle Party, or Whigs, and petition some of the best and brightest people I know, people who would actually go to Washington and guide themselves by the old American ethos to do what is best for the country without being concerned about re-election.

Unfortunately, it seems I really am at fault for the mess we’re in. For that, I am truly sorry. My only hope is that I can raise you to be better than I am, and that you will be a generation that actually believes and cares enough to set things right.

I have failed you. But I believe you will not fail yourselves.

With my apologies, love and hope,


We Should’ve Cloned Ronald Reagan

If he had lived, Ronald Reagan would’ve turned 100 years old today. I’ve been looking at the various Facebook statuses, Tweets, blog posts and articles dedicated to the late president, and I gotta tell you: we should’ve cloned Ronald Reagan when we had the chance.

I mean, the stuff I’ve been reading – no disrespect to FDR or Washington – tells me that Reagan was our greatest president. He promised to cut taxes in ’81, and he did – the single largest tax cut in U.S. history (of course, he also raised taxes seven times after that initial cut so that in the end, the tax rate was exactly the same as it had been prior to the ’81 slash). He promised to spend the Soviet Union into bankruptcy and collapse, and he did. He promised to give the American people someone they could believe in, and he did. With Reagan, we knew exactly where we stood: with a man capable of getting things done, of reading the political climate and adjusting accordingly so that the American people bought in to his ideas. And he did all of this with the same calm and good looks that made him such a Hollywood figure.

In short, Reagan was a heckuva president. One of the best.

So we should’ve cloned him. I mean, could you imagine how he’d have handled Al Qaeda and Osama Bin Laden? How about the economic crisis of the last few years? I would have been mesmerized by his response to 9/11 – guarantee you he wouldn’t have been reading “Goodnight Moon” to a bunch of first graders.

I mean, it’s not like we didn’t develop the technology before his passing. We could’ve collected a grade-DNA genetic sample from Ronnie and been able to cook something up in the lab tout de suite. Imagine a world where Clinton, Bush 2, and Obama were never president. I can hear the combination sobs of joy and regret from the G.O.P. even now.

This is firmly tongue-in-cheek, folks – lest any of you think that I’m either serious or being disrespectful of Mr. Reagan’s legacy, let me say that I do have an admiration for what he was able to accomplish and the singular strength of his presidency. He’s the last president I really remember making me feel truly safeguarded by his administration. But he wasn’t a saint, and the people on the conservative right who want to make him out to be Jesus 2.0 need a heavy dose of oxygen. He had his faults (astrology, anyone?) and the 80s were the Me Decade, the Trickle Down/Reaganomics era, a fact best summed up in the character of Gordon Gekko, whose infamous motto was, after all, “Greed is good.”

That rings a little hollow now, don’t it?

I celebrate the centenary of Ronald Reagan and fondly remember his accomplishments and his legacy. But forgive me if I stop short of immortalizing him as our greatest president. For all he did, he can’t claim that title.

That Lincoln fella kind of stands in his way…

An Open Letter to Rep. John Boehner and the Rest of the G.O.P.

Dear John –

I know you’re busy with the Lame Duck session of Congress, but as I’ve heard a lot lately about your plans as newly elected Speaker of the House, I thought I’d just take a moment and write you and your G.O.P. friends a letter. Sure, you’ll probably never read it, or if you do, you’ll find in it only those things you want to see (which seems to be a theme with many of you political types), but I want to go ahead and get a few things off my chest.


This past election was historic for your party. You turned over the House by getting 61 Republicans into office through some harsh campaigning and truly epic spending by third parties that don’t have to disclose a thing. Personally, I don’t care about the ads and the money behind them (unless we’re talking about the quality of life issue–which is to say, that while those stupid ads were burning up air time on my television, I felt that my quality of life decreased with each passing second), so my issue isn’t with the how you got elected. My issue is with the why.

I’ve heard you and many other Republicans (and I include the Tea Partiers in the same group as regular Republicans) claiming that this election was a mandate for your party. As a voter, let me say emphatically: NO, IT WAS NOT. This election swung your way because there wasn’t any other way for it to swing. Americans were tired of the Democratic party, sure, but they are equally as tired of the G.O.P.–though since you’ve become the only games in town, it’s sort of a non-starter. You got in because we couldn’t find anyone better to fill the seats. We didn’t necessarily think that much of your ideas or platforms.

It’s kind of like when your ex hooks up with the first person they meet on the rebound. Generally, it’s got less to do with who the hook-up actually is and more to do with the fact that the hook-up isn’t you. Let’s be honest: you are the rebound, John. You’re the semi-hottie at the corner of the bar just before closing and though you’re not quite what the voters have been looking for, you’ll do. But who knows what will happen in the cold, clear light of the morning after?

Here’s what I’d like to say to you, John, and to any other Republican out there who’s foaming out of both sides of their mouth: shut up about your partisan ideas. In fact, take the whole notion of Party Politics and cram it into the same dead space that commonsense tax reform got sucked into, because We The People don’t give a rat’s patookie about your G.O.P. (Grand Old Plan) for our lives. We just want to be able to find a job and keep it, buy a house and keep it, and have health insurance that doesn’t bankrupt us as individuals. That’s it. That’s why you’re in office, John–to hear our voice and get those things done. If that means you have bend towards the center, so be it.

But don’t you or your buddies for one minute believe that we won’t be keeping an eye and ear on everything you say and do between now and the next election cycle. If you so much as step out of line once we’ll cut you next election and try someone else on for size. We don’t want even one pointless filibuster or any endless posturing on the House floor to get in the way of commonsense, practical solutions to the very real problems we all face. You said you could get things done if you were given the chance–well, here you go. Don’t blow it–especially since you’ll potentially have to deal with Sarah Palin as your 2012 G.O.P. presidential candidate. Don’t make it harder on yourselves by screwing this up.

And one last thing, John: please stop yapping about repealing the Health Care Reform Act. I know it’s a freaking monstrosity of a bill, and it probably needs quite a bit of overhaul, but when I hear you say that your first order of business is to get that thing repealed,  my skin crawls. See, when you come out and say things like that, it makes us voters think that you won’t really do what you promised and that makes us feel cheap and used.

They say hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, John. But actually, hell has no fury like the voters scorned.

Just thought you needed to be reminded.

All the best,