CONSERVATIVE LIBERALISM OR LIBERAL CONSERVATISM?
Welcome to the real world, Michelle.
You are not alone. Practically everyone has the same experience, or the reverse experience. I did not make this up, but someone once said that he was afraid to be too liberal in his youth because that meant he would probably be too conservative in his old age. You and I probably are the ones who fall into the 'reverse' group here.
I make no bones about it. I am a conservative. I was born in 1942, so I was able to vote the first time in the 1964 elections. I was a strong supporter of Barry Goldwater, and still feel that had he been elected Vietnam would have been over by the middle of his first term. Instead it ended more than a decade later and we still feel the effects of improper prosecution of a war. I campaigned for him, was called one of "Barry's Boys" on many occasions, and contributed money to help elect some Republicans to Congress.
Strangely, four years before, in my first year at Marshall, I had worked for Hubert Humphrey in an attempt to stop the juggernaut of Joe Kennedy's millions that was used to buy West Virginia and the presidency for his son. I got to meet both and have few words with them, and found Kennedy to be magnetic but transparent and Humphrey to be overwhelmed by the effects of the money thrown against him. Had I been able to I would have voted for Nixon that year.
I majored in Accounting in college and took a position in northern WV upon graduation. The accounting degree was useful in that it immediately placed me into management for the bulk of my career--until I got fed up with management and what it had become--and dropped out to become a lowly telemarketer. But a telemarketer who was constantly harassed by management to rejoin their ranks. During my long career I served as financial manager for a number of Fortune 500's and then became active in social work management, which was where my management career ended. I retired in 2004, just before my 62nd birthday.
None of that is important, except that, as a manager, my social and political views were pretty much conservative. Then, as now, I felt that conservatives generally were better at managing the government from a financial standpoint. And, admittedly, my social views inclined to be somewhat conservative, also. While the idealism of youth was still around, it lay hidden below my consciousness for twenty-five years or so.
I do not know of any particular thing that caused my social views to begin changing in the mid-1980's, but they began a metamorphosis that astounded me. Come to think of it, maybe I do have some inkling. It was Roe v. Wade that got me unstrung.
I do not believe in abortion as a common method of contraception. Therapeutic abortion for specific reasons, yes, I approve. But simply because a woman does not want to bear a child is not enough reason to deny that child life. In my opinion, anyway. So how did that make me become more liberal? Funny you should ask. I wondered about that too. But it started a complete review of my value system.
Always a strong supporter of individual rights, I felt that the right to keep and bear arms was critical to the national profile. I was a strong supporter of the death penalty. I had little sympathy for those on welfare of their own accord, which spilled over at times to scorn for those who were there for any reason. My, how the times do change.
After a lot of internal debate and a lot of hand wringing, excited by the experiences of living in a few major and a few tiny cities, and seeing the carnage performed by Americans upon Americans, I found I could no longer support private ownership of handguns. Subsequent developments in this area has led me to withdraw my support for even hunting rifles and shotguns, and all other firearms. And I feel I am well within the Constitution in doing so. It says "...in order to maintain a well armed militia, the right of the people to keep and bear arms shall not be abridged." Well, okay, let them keep and bear their arms in a well armed militia. That does not mean they are or should be allowed to walk the streets with them. In this case I think the conservatives have erred and continue to err in their interpretation of that great document. (That is hilarious, I typed interpretation as 'unterpretation'--maybe I should have left it that way, it makes more sense!)
All my life I had been a supporter of the death penalty. Relying upon the Biblical injunction of an eye for an eye, I paid little heed to the other one that said thou shalt not kill. The whole thing about abortion called into question, for me, just when if ever killing was allowable. Even the Bible was unreliable as it also says, vengeance is mine, saith the Lord. So could society, as a whole, condone killing simply because it had not worked out a way to prevent it? Clearly, if society put a murderer to death, there would be no repeat by that murderer. But it provided no clear deterrence either, as witnessed by the fact that most murders were committed by family members upon other family members. And those family members committed those murders in the heat of passion or by clear premeditation for various reasons where knowledge of the consequences meant little or nothing. I vacillated, but finally come to the firm conclusion that the death penalty was an unworkable punishment and did more harm to society than good.
I have always felt, and still do, that, of those who live on welfare alone, probably eighty to ninety percent have no real reason to be there except an aversion to working for the good of themselves and society. I have little if any respect for them, particularly those families now in their third or fourth generation of welfare. But at one time I lumped them all together, those permanently on relief and those temporarily on relief. And what a fool I was. For I came to realize that there are so very many that are there through no fault of their own. And those ones we must encourage and aid in any way possible. We must go out of our way to succor these unfortunate persons.
But the permanent welfare dweller is a problem of another sort. And I have no solutions for them. Absolutely they are a tremendous drain on society. Some go so far as to feel an entitlement to those funds. But, you know, I also feel we must in some ways try to generate a sense of worth among them, which they sadly lack. What programs are required and what concessions must be made and what demands must, I cannot begin to extrapolate from my own experiences. I only know that we must be much more concerned with them than we have been in the past. We cannot allow such a percentage of our citizens to ride free upon the largess of society forever.
So, yes, I have a patch of liberal views, myself. As does every thinking adult. And I also have a greater patch of conservative views. Indeed, my own personal views are currently best described as falling almost over into the libertarian areas. I am tired of government which is overbearing, grasping, insensitive and unappealing. I am tired of politicians. I am tired of those who think they know better than I how I feel about matters of importance. I am sick to death with those who pimp their own solutions and think anyone who doesn't agree with their views are undoubtedly ignorant or intentionally boorish, or whatever their latest buzzwords are for those who dare disagree.
I do not care one bit if some think of me as one of the great unwashed majority of the country. I take it as a compliment when I get a disagreement from an especially rotten correspondent, to a well reasoned argument, that he happens to not agree with. The old sticks and stones saying is true. Even some of my best friends and I disagree somewhat fiercely on some areas. And disagreement is a good thing. It shows that people are thinking.
But by the same token, the proper usage of the English language is an indicator of the intelligence of the person. A good argument is destroyed, whether liberal or conservative, by rotten language. Asking someone to add the punctuation or missing words or capitalization is the sure sign that the writer is not concerned with making a valid point, only in trumpeting his ignorance.
I'm feeling a rant coming on, and this is not the time nor place for that.
So, don't feel too bad, Michelle, you are among good company with your ideology. I dare say everyone who reads this blog is in the same position, a mix of both. And that is what is so great about this land of ours, we can be different while being a part of the one body of America. And be free to do so.
3 Comments:
How can you trust someone who has he same opinions at 48 that he/she had at 18?
What a great entry! You know, those same issues--abortion, welfare, the death penalty, guns--those are the things that have made me wonder just how conservative I really am. In my twenties, I was all about putting messed up people to death...and then the longer I argued against abortion, I started to realize that I was a biggo liar to say that, in one instance, ALL life matters, but then, if I found someone particularly heinous, they should die.
I thought everyone on welfare was a bum...and then I grew up and got to know some people who, like you said, through no fault of their own, needed it for temporary support. And they weren't happy about it, or proud of it. In fact, most of them had a hard time even admitting it--the same way they had a problem asking family and friends for help. I found that a whole lot of people on welfare, or who had been on welfare, were so very ashamed. And it broke my heart, and shamed my soul.
I worked in retail for a very long time. Granted, in most cases that didn't help the case of those on welfare, from my perspective. During some of our leanest years, all I saw were a bunch of people doing nothing and eating better than me, you know? But...then one evening, as I was working on an inventory, I noticed a woman in the cereal aisle, looking very unsure of herself. I waited, thinking she would ask me if she had a problem...and then I saw her start to cry. So I put down what I was doing and went to her, and lo and behold, it was her first time ever using a WIC voucher, and she was so ashamed, she just couldn't bring herself to ask for help. This woman was beaten, Tans. Something about her just tugged at my gut and made me desperately want to make her life better in some magical way. She was scared--and in those few moments, I saw the hard choices women have to sometimes make, and I was proud of her for being brave enough (even though she didn't see it) to make what some could argue was the most difficult choice.
Anyway, I calmed her down as best I could and sent her out to her car to sit down for a few minutes, while I finished filling her voucher. She came back in as I was waiting with one of our cashiers, a lady thirty years older than myself who had pretty much seen it all. That cashier, who passed away not too long ago, gave her a pep talk that even inspired me, lol...and just that quick, my ideas I had always felt so sure of came crashing down.
Jim
I sometimes wonder how I can trust anyone no matter what their age. I am particularly embittered by those who say one thing and do another, by those who are a real friend one day and not the next, by those who promise the world and can't even deliver the most mundane. For me to have a real change in my outlook requires a fairly long period of study on the matter. But I see far too many who change based upon a whim. And revert back when the whim has become no longer a cause celebre.
Michelle
Probably everyone who has had similar experiences feels as you do. We have each had, at various times, a catharsis based upon our personal experiences, and that is the only way we change our minds, usually. Sure, we can sit and think about situations that relate to our views but it is on the front lines of life where we make our decisions. And finding ourselves in a situation where the choices devolve into just one or two choices, most of us make the right decisions. And that decision can change our entire outlook on life.
Most of us, at least the ones I appreciate the most, have had a number of such catharses, and have altered our thinking. When we can weld those catharses into a coherent philosophy, then we become a real person worthy of love and respect from our fellow men. Some never make that jump and are forever confused. You seem to have made that leap and that is one reason I enjoy discussion with you.
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