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Why can't we all just get along? Part II

7/28/2015

 

Continued ruminations on fighting across global boundaries in the new global society

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Part II: Uri gets involved

Uri, as I mentioned in the first part of this piece, is a Russian-born Israeli. When we speak online, usually over some chat program, he's funny and clever. He works with kids and he has a lot of adorable stories about things kids say.

I know because of my husbands connection to RPGs, which Uri also writes, that certain American groups won't work with him because they think he's racist. Yet I in my very white, middle class progressivism, see something else in him. He's a foreigner everywhere he goes. He speaks great English, sometimes with a Russian accent, sometimes with an unplaceable accent, a mix of Russian and Hebrew that comes out more as a general "not native" kind of English.
He has the same problem with Hebrew. He is forever an outsider, and it shows in the way he quantifies the world, telling me that people are of a slightly different ethnicity, that he can detect the ethnic differences in various individuals we encounter when walking in the Spanish streets.

There is never any malice in his descriptions. Occasionally he will express mild fear. Once when he was alone here, he saw two men giving information about the Free Syrian Army. They had what he described as a Da'ish flag. (ISIL) He was curious and stood and listened, but he decided not to talk to them "in case it caused a scene." He said he regretted that he didn't stop afterward, because in hindsight he thought it would have been okay.

I long ago trained myself not to talk about race or ethnicity. Or maybe I just stopped needing to. He's 30, but seems younger. He has a university degree. (It cost €1200, a shock to me. My recent degrees have cost in excess of $20,000 a year.)

He does mention race and ethnicity more than I feel comfortable with, but I understand that he's not an American or a Brit. Race and ethnicity is openly a bigger deal where he comes from. (That isn't to say it's not a big deal in the US. Recent events have clearly shown that it is. But we're less open about it.)

When we lightly argue about issues, he does what most Americans don't do. If he knows nothing about an issue, he won't argue from a place of ignorance. But when he has an opinion, I can feel more than see him close down slightly when I say something that doesn't align with him views. We've been doing this for several years, mostly in writing. It always ends well. We joke and laugh. He tells me I apologize too much. I apologize.

We are more alike than he thinks, and yet there is a core difference between us. He claims apathy about the issues that I obsess over.

"You're very political," he tells me the day after he arrives. "Why?" The question catches me off guard. Am I political? I hate politics, but I've felt compelled in recent times to participate in issue discussions. Why? I find myself lying awake that night thinking about this question. And I ask myself, How could he not be political? His answer is that he likes to focus on the things he can control. Being kind to people he meets. Helping injured animals. Being helpful to others. Taking extremely good care of his gaming students (he plays Dungeons & Dragons with kids in school sponsored after school activity groups for a living).

But what about the bigger stuff? He asks me if I feel I've ever made a difference with all of my political talk. "Not by myself," I say. He is right in a way. I spend a huge amount of energy and spend a lot of time dealing with the dark emotions provoked by exposing myself continually to the way that people treat each other in the world and on the internet. He says, "Why don't you just do the things you care about?" That's the question, isn't it?

I realize over the course of thinking about it, that these things are what I care about. But as we talk, sharing clearly the same kind of open attitude to discussion and a similar curiosity about how things work and what has happened in various places, I can see that our processing of the information arrives at different conclusions. I have hit this level of interaction before, the layer of assumptions, the base knowledge that we all gain as part of growing up in our particular cultures when I moved to England, I country I once thought of as America with an accent. It can't really be replicated if you go to a culture as an adult. If you're very open, you can glean some of it. But you can never time travel back and put in all the "history as it happens" information you would need to fully grok a very different way of life.

Our mistake when we try to discuss issues with people from other cultures, is in ignoring the basic building blocks of our different upbringings. The beliefs we don't even know we have until thrust into a situation where we have to form an opinion or choose a path. The other mistake we make is thinking someone from a different place should reach the same conclusion we do. Americans have this way of believing that they are always right. Our progressive beliefs are the right ones. (I think conservative, read more traditional Americans feel the same way.)

We judge people by our own standards instead of trying to understand their standards.

Uri and I talk briefly about the Green Party of the United States trying to write a platform policy regarding the Israel/Palestine issue. Instead of asking me what the policy was, he asked, "Why would you do this? What business is it of any American's?" My answer was that as a political party we were expected to have a policy. This caused a lot of spluttering and a tirade about how even though he looked white he was not white and we were appropriating things that we had no business appropriating. I think I understood what he was really saying. Why are outsiders always trying to decide what is best for us?

We have talked before about that. He feels that whenever outsiders get involved any conflict is prolonged. When they have a squabble with a neighboring country and fight it out, it ends very quickly. I can't argue with him there as I don't know. I do know that as long as America fuels itself mostly with Middle Eastern oil, it will be invested in the relative peace in the region.

I don't approach the topic of all the Palestinians killed by Israeli soldiers. I don't mention the check points. It feels rude to talk about things like this with a house guest, when it won't do any good. Yesterday I talked about how I once told some Palestinians that I was Jewish in order to stop them saying bad things about Jews. When I told Uri this story some time ago in writing, he seemed upset. "Why did you do that?" he asked.
"I was hopeful," I said.
"That was stupid. What happened?"
"Nothing much."
"Did they still talk to you?"
"Yes."
"I can't believe you did that. That was a terrible thing to do to them."
"I was young," I said. "I didn't know any better."

I didn't mention to him that I had once told some Israeli friends that I thought we should boycott products made in Israel for human rights violations. He will probably read this and then we'll talk about it and he'll tell me I'm being stupid and it's none of my business. And then we'll talk about history and food and travel.

And then he'll go home and leave me to think.

why can't we all just get along?

7/27/2015

 
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ruminations on fighting, in real life and on the internet

by Salomé Jones
This week my husband and I are hosting a visitor. He's a Russian-born Israeli whose grandparents lived through Stalinism and whose parents fled Russia for Israel when they got the chance. He is Jewish, living near Tel Aviv. His name is Uri. He and I have been friends for  four or five years over the internet.

We've spent a lot of time chatting about issues in the past, but as is always the case, when you meet someone in person, you learn new things. In this case, in addition to the things I'm learning about him personally, I'm also made to remember that people are not superficial in their beliefs. 
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Part I: Me

I grew up in the United States in a time that was still influenced by the Cold War. I've never heard a bomb explode. My father was an ex-military rifle instructor and we had a house full of guns. My father was also quite racist when I was young. Openly racist in a way that wouldn't be tolerated now, except perhaps in the deep South.

I grew up mostly in an area where racism was directed at Native Americans rather than Black people (because there was a reservation nearby, and there were perhaps two Black people in the whole city.) My mother, in her seventies, still insists on telling everyone in advance in a Black person is going to be visiting. I suppose she thinks they might be shocked otherwise. I don't know.

Perhaps by my own nature, or perhaps because when I was an under ten, we lived in a place where I had plenty of Black peers, I grew up feeling strongly anti-racist. My dad and I used to get in huge arguments about race. I believe I threatened him with the possibility that I would marry someone who wasn't white, and he threatened me back with being kicked out of the family.

I was always fascinated with other languages and cultures, and I took every language class I could in high school, including using my study hall to sit in on Spanish classes.

My first serious boyfriend was from Saudi Arabia. My father and I didn't speak to each other for a few months after I left home to live with him. Eventually my parents met him and it was perfectly okay. Somehow. I think he won my dad over by giving him a rifle he'd bought that he couldn't take back to Saudi Arabia with him

I was also very interested in different religions. I had read most of the holy books starting in high school. I was trying them on, trying to see if any of them seemed truer to me than any other. Of course, what happens when you do that with an open mind is that you see some nice things, and you see some things that are provably wrong. And you realize that either these books are not divinely inspired , or they are books of their times, and can only be used in spirit but not in letter.

I like the ritual parts of religions but not the dotrinal parts. I like the feeling that by participating in religious rituals, a person can commune with people throughout the history of that religion, walk in their shoes so to speak. I have experimentally practiced Catholicism, Islam, and Judaism. I have tinkered with Buddhism and Paganism. I never managed to settle on one of them. Instead I have taken a sort of Joseph Campbell approach to spirituality.

When I was nineteen, I was sitting at a table in the student union with a bunch of men from different Arab countries. Some of them were Palestinian. After hearing them say bad things about Jewish people, I claimed to be Jewish on my dad's side. This led to momentary discomfort, but in the end it didn't seem to harm anything. I liked to think that perhaps I created an opening for peaceful thoughts.

In a way, I grew up believing that everyone wanted peace and justice.

For some reason, I'm extremely sensitive to people's subtle signals. Maybe because as a person who sought out people from other cultures, I had to be especially aware of not violating their customs. I made my share of mistakes on this front. Once an Arabic instructor from Syria stormed out of class because I put my feet up on a chair with the soles facing him. I had no idea I was insulting him and I spent hours sobbing at my own mistake, afraid that he might not return to class. He did. I kept my head down and it was never mentioned again. But I learned from it.

Many times I've been in a store with someone I cared about, a good friend or a partner who was not white, and I saw the subtle looks that clerks gave them. You can read a lot in a person's face when they're unguarded. I have seen white people judging some of the most incredibly nice people in the world based on their accents or the color of their skin. And the people I was with? They didn't even seem to notice it.  Of course now, with more life experience, I realize it was what they were used to. They had long ago registered it and put it into a category that allowed them to continue to live and be happy. I, on the other hand, had not.

I need to get to work, but I'll write more tomorrow. Hopefully I'll get to the conversations with Uri and what I have come to realize because of them.

Peace out.

the revolution will be terrible

7/13/2015

 
For quite some time we've been worried about the fate of Greece. You can read about it in detail all over the web, so I won't go into great detail here. The details seem to obscure the facts anyway.
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In Greece's negotiations with [German banks], the negotiator originally included a demand for Greece to turn over €50 billion to him personally. Read that again.  The negotiator originally demanded that Greece turn over FIFTY BILLION EUROS worth of resources to him  (via a company he heads.)

This is how far it has come. The masks are being removed. There is no longer even a semblance of people being in charge of their own governments, nor indeed of governments being in charge of corporations including banks.

In this not in any way post-money society we have wrought, where we've decided to let capital be more important than life itself, we are now reaping the results.

This is what the battle over net neutrality is about. They don't want us to be able to widely disseminate the truth without their filters. They being not just the 1%, but the .001%. It sounds mad, really. We've been taught to ignore messages like this as "conspiracy theories."

Alexis Tsipras, the Greek Prime Minister, described the negotiations as "fifteen hours of mental water boarding."
He left them with a document that still includes turning over €50 billion of Greek public resources, but to EU forces, part of it to remain in Athens for now. Who knows if Greece even has €50B of resources to turn over.

This is not the kind of planet we live on. Is it?

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