Monday, August 29, 2016
Week of 08/29/2016
Georgia’s Hypocrites Expose Christian Privilege
There is nothing more terrifying to a self-righteous person than the
realization that they may actually not be the center of the universe.
It doesn’t matter if we’re talking about the actual universe or the
“universe” that they survey, the self-righteous hoard power and domination
worse than any obsessive-compulsive hoarder in those cable-channel TV shows. They believe that the universe operates in a
particular way and that it is by cosmic design.
Of course, it’s no small coincidence that this great “design” happens to
benefit them. This benefit doesn’t have
to be much either. It could simply be
living their lives as they are right now.
It could just be their mundane job and their mundane marriage and their
mundane family in their mundane neighborhood.
It could just be the great status quo, which they believe everything has
always been and always will be.
And like any compulsive hoarder, they feel absolutely threatened when
anyone or anything comes to disrupt their “perfect” living. It doesn’t even have to affect them directly.
It doesn’t even have to physically be in “their universe”! It could be something they heard on the cable
news channels or talk radio or whispered in those chat rooms and email threads
they get. Whatever it is, it challenges
what they believe is how things should be, and thus it is a “threat” to them
personally.
And that brings us to Newton County, Georgia. It’s a podunk little good-ol’-boy county just
south of my location. Then again, pretty
much everything outside of Atlanta is a podunk little good-ol’-boy county.
It seems some very religious people want to set up a house of worship in
their quaint podunk little good-ol’-boy county. A place of worship and a
cemetery.
The good news is that bible-thumping self-righteous citizens here in
these quaint podunk little good-ol’-boy counties will rubberstamp the approval
of any house of worship and cemetery faster than you can say “Amen”!
The bad news is that this only applies to Christian houses of worship and
cemeteries... and the group of religious people we’re talking about are not
Christians. They’re Muslims.
They had might as well be Satanists.
Actually in the fragile little minds of these people from podunk little
good-ol’-boy counties, Satanists, Muslims, Agnostics, and Atheists are all
one-in-the same. They all fall into that black-and-white category of “Not Us”.
No, the so-called “God-fearing” Christians of Newton County do not
tolerate Muslims. They are, after all, the enemy. Just ask Donald Trump. He’ll
tell you so. They’re terrorists. They’re
murderers. They’re evil to the core.
They hate America and they want to subjugate the world to the worst kind of law
that ever could be invented... Sharia Law.
And don’t think for a moment that I’m over-exaggerating the sentiment
these “God-fearing” Christians of Newton County exhibited over this
subject! This
was all over the news, especially on the local talk radio stations, where
the echo chamber of propaganda amplified their fears and magnified their
paranoia.
“The Muslims are coming! The
Muslims are coming! And they’re coming
for your children if you let them come in!” That’s the script they regurgitated
on 106.7FM. One good-ol’-boy even
circulated fliers that suggested letting Muslims come into their “God-fearing”
county would be the death knell for the United States.
Oh they tried to be civil about it.
They tried to have a rational conversation about it. They even brought in a representative from
the Counsel on American-Islamic Relations, which, to many a thumper was like
bringing in “Baghdad
Bob”, the former mouthpiece to the late Saddam Hussein.
But they had to at least put up the front. They had to pretend to be civil.
And then the county leader did what they felt they “had” to do when faced
with this much vitriol and outright Islamo-hate. They simply made a blanket ban of all houses
of worship from setting up shop in their podunk little good-ol’-boy county. They couldn’t discriminate against one
religion, so they discriminated against all religions.
God bless America! Land of the
not-so-free and home of the gutless cowards!
But I’m really not surprised by this!
Not in the least! The Muslims
were going up against years upon years of entrenched self-righteousness and
bigotry. You can’t overcome that
overnight, especially in a time of neo-conservatives, Brexit, and Donald Trump!
And this isn’t even the first time we’ve seen this happen! This is actually the third county in the past
few years that Muslims were met with self-righteous hostility simply for wanting
to be there!
But that isn’t the punchline to this sad and pathetic social joke we call
Georgia governance.
No, the punchline comes from the “’Murican” that called in and said that
the reason why they don’t want the Muslims to set up shop in the United States
is because “they support Sharia Law”, while we “have the separation of Church
and State”.
Since when, Goober? Since when?!?
Don’t get me wrong, Goober; we really do have the Separation of Church
and State. I don’t deny that at all. But since when did you and your ilk suddenly
become believers of it?
You see, it wasn’t that long ago that all of the bible-thumping
self-righteous Christians threw screaming temper tantrums when Georgia’s
governor vetoed their so-called “Religious Freedom” bill. It was a bill that would have legalized
out-and-out discrimination on the basis of religious bias. It was to make sure that people like Kentucky Clerk Kim Davis
wouldn’t be held to account for their religious discrimination here in Georgia.
And every time the subject was about bringing prayer into schools, or
removing “In God We Trust” from our currency, or shoving huge Ten Commandment monuments
on government property (which actually were done
as publicity props for the Cecil B. DeMille movie), or outlawing
same-sex marriages or same-sex nightclubs or anything involving the LGBT
community, you and your ilk scream at the top of your lungs that there is “no
such thing” as the Separation of Church and State! That it supposedly “doesn’t exist”! It’s just a “figment” of the liberal
imagination! It’s “manufactured”. “’Murcia is a Christian Nation”, you cry out
each and every time, and you supposedly have a right, if not an out-and-out
God-mandated obligation, to impose your beliefs on the community through laws
and policies and regulations.
But when it comes to Muslims?
Suddenly the whole “Separation of Church and State” magically appears,
and the very idea that a certain religious belief could possibly influence
local government is suddenly “dangerous”.
Except, of course, when it is your own.
Let’s get brutally honest here... the hyper-inflated hyper-politicized
hysteria over Muslims even existing here in the South has exposed not only the
ugliness of the self-righteous redneck ‘Muricans, but it also exposed something
even more destructive to American freedoms: Christian Privilege.
Christian Privilege is exactly what it suggests. It presupposes that Christianity – be it a particular
sect, or in general – is somehow superior to all other religions in society. When you say that America is established on
Judo-Christian laws, you are claiming Christian Privilege. When you claim that America is a “Christian
Nation”, you are claiming Christian Privilege.
And when you claim that America needs to enforce laws based on your
Christian beliefs – such as prohibiting same-sex marriages – while at the same
time screaming at the fear of any kind of Sharia Law being introduced, you are
claiming Christian Privilege.
Look at the supposed “conditions” being imposed by the self-righteous on
any idea of the Muslims coming into Newton County. They demand that all Muslims condemn
extremism, condemn any and all forms of terrorism committed around the world by
any other Muslim, and they demand absolute and unconditional assurances that
nobody attending any future mosque service not have any connection to
terrorism, either personal or familial.
What if we imposed those kinds of rules twenty years ago when Baptist
extremists were telling followers to kill doctors that perform abortions? What if we demanded they go above and beyond
to prove that all Baptist ministers don’t advocate murder or other acts of
terrorism? Or how about the Catholic
Church, when there were rampant stories of them hiding away and shuffling
around pedophile priests? How loud do
you think the cries of “persecution” would be?
How fast do you think the judiciary would leap to put a stop to that
kind of reaction?
And yet we have self-righteous ‘Muricans making demands on all Muslims
based entirely on fear and hysteria for the “privilege” of living in “their”
county, and nobody thinks twice about it.
That too is Christian Privilege.
I wish I could say that I’m disgusted at what I see, but I can’t...
because I’ve lived here in the South for almost thirty years now and I know
this is what is at the ugly core of many of the people here. And these aren’t just county leaders or
church officials. These are neighbors and
friend and family members. These are people
I work with and talk with and meet at social gatherings. And all I can do is just smile and tolerate
their biases and be thankful that I’m not at the receiving end of it.
Because I know what it at the heart of their biases and paranoia. It’s not that some Muslim would show up in “their”
universe, or that some same-sex couple will move into “their” neighborhood. It’s the fear of the inevitable reality that
drives them to hypocrisy. It’s the fear
that one day they won’t be the center of their universe. That the universe they know won’t reflect
anything they believe in. That one day,
more people in “their” universe will be less like them and more like everything
they abhor.
They fear that at some point in the future they may have to entertain the
speculation that they could be... wrong.
It’s easy to say that everything is “right” when everything in “their”
universe validates it. They don’t have
to defend the righteousness of their beliefs.
“Their” universe does that for them.
That’s the power of the status quo, and it’s easy to become addicted to
it and to hoard as much of it as they can.
Unfortunately for them, nothing lasts forever... even in “their”
universe. And hoarders learn eventually
that their obsession with holding on to those things causes rot and
stagnation. And in Newton County and
other places here in Georgia, that hoarder’s rot is getting noticed.
Monday, August 22, 2016
Week of 08/22/2016
Atlanta’s Ongoing Delusion with History
– by David Matthews 2
– by David Matthews 2
I consider myself to be an “Old New Englander”, even though I’ve lived
here in Georgia longer than I have in any other state. Sure, I can talk like a good ol’ boy and give
the right drawl depending on which part of the state I’m in. I’ll enjoy a good chicken biscuit for
breakfast and even some biscuits and gravy.
But, in my heart, I know I’m still a New Englander. I’ve never eaten grits and I don’t plan on doing
so anytime soon. I can’t stand Georgia’s
summer humidity, which has gotten even worse here in Atlanta than when I moved
to the southern part of the state in 1988.
I like seeing the beautiful women of the south, but, for the life of me,
I just can’t understand why people in Atlanta can be so delusional and still
function.
Maybe it’s the heat and humidity.
Maybe if you’re exposed to it long enough it fries that huge green
tomato in your skull. Maybe it has
something to do with the pollen, which has also gotten worse and worse over the
years.
Or maybe it’s just generations of southern self-righteousness and
ignorance. This is, after all, the state
that not only boasts of being the birthplace of the Civil Rights movement, but
also where the greatest enemy of that same movement was resurrected.
Either way, the people of Atlanta are not doing themselves any favors
when they live in continual delusion about certain things, especially when it
comes to its own history.
Take, for instance, the Olympics.
If you were to read the Atlanta newspapers or watched the local TV
channels of late, you’d think that Atlanta hosted the most perfect Olympics
ever back in 1996! They want us all to
believe that from the moment the late Muhammad Ali lit the torch until the
closing ceremony, everything went off without a hitch, that everyone was kind
and cordial to each other, and that Atlanta was the perfect and most gracious
hosts that ever could exist!
Except that is all just a pile of chicken poop.
You see, I was here during
the Olympics. And so were some of my readers.
I started my weekly column earlier that year, and I know the real
history that the Atlanta media does not want you to remember!
First of all, you know those
stories you were hearing earlier this past month about how Rio de Janeiro isn’t
ready to be hosting the games right now?
How they’re not finished with some of the arrangements? Well, guess
what? We weren’t exactly ready for prime
time either, and we had eight years to prepare for it! A lot of what we did was last-minute too, and
I seem to recall a few event locations weren’t “finished” by the Opening
Ceremony either. So we have no business at
all complaining about Rio’s lack of preparedness.
Second, we had our share of embarrassments
as well. Remember Cobb County and their anti-gay
platform? Yeah, it cost them the
volleyball venue, but it also exposed the ugly “good ol’ boy rednecks” that are
in abundance in the state. It’s like saying
“Here’s Miss America, and now here’s a close-up of the bright-red oozing and
infected pimple that’s on her butt.”
Funny, isn’t it, how the
human mind will ignore the 99% beauty and focus on the 1% ugly?
The Atlanta delusion says
that everyone prospered during the Olympics, but I was there in the city during
the games. I went to the restaurants and
stores inside the city and I saw the frustrations of those store owners and
restaurant workers who thought they’d be bursting at the seams with
international customers.
My best friend from high
school and first adopted brother came down to Atlanta that week for a visit. His first vacation in forever. He saw the rowing competition from the edge
of our cove, then I took him into the city for the afternoon. We went to the Sundial restaurant, thinking
that it would be packed since it was the perfect place to see the whole city in
an hour. It wasn’t packed. In fact, it was pretty much empty. The staff were eager to have anyone there. It turned out that while “the whole world”
may have come to Atlanta, they all pretty much stayed within range of the
venues and the Olympic Park.
Yes, there were business
opportunities, but not for everyone. In fact, attorneys blatantly violated the
First Amendment of the United States Constitution by claiming common words were
somehow copyright protected. We couldn’t even say what state, city, or country
we were in! Any merchant that wasn’t an “official
sponsor” of the games couldn’t even sell T-shirts that said “Welcome to Atlanta”
without getting slapped with a lawsuit and an emergency order to
cease-and-desist. Having $40 million to
be an “official sponsor” means you can afford an anti-American legal goon squad
and never feel guilty about it.
I don’t know about you, but
I have a problem with these kinds of attorneys and the piece-of-crap power-mongers
that hire them. There is no hell that
can be imagined that can properly dish out the kind of cosmic justice these
bitches and bastards deserve.
Don’t remember it, Atlanta
media? You were the ones that were
covering it! You were the ones pointing
it out.
And then... there is “the
moment”.
You know which “moment” I’m
talking about, Atlanta media! The one
that shocked everyone! The one that
pretty much ruined things for us.
The moment when a Christian
terrorist named Eric Robert Rudolph planted a
bomb in Centennial Olympic Park in the middle of the late-night Olympic
festivities that took the life of one and injured dozens. The moment that paused the games and ruined
our “perfect” experience.
But what really did us in
wasn’t the bombing. It was what we did
afterward. We were so damned quick to
find the culprit that we were ready to railroad an innocent person and send him
to prison. And not just any citizen; but
the very security guard that discovered the bomb and was getting people to
safety when it detonated. Richard Jewel
was his name, and he was the one that kept the loss of life to just one person.
Of course, I can understand
why the Atlanta media doesn’t want us to remember that time. They don’t want people to remember how they
railroaded an innocent person and tried and convicted him in the court of public
opinion and then tried to force the government to have him arrested and sent
away just to have the whole bombing matter closed and done away with.
But I remember it well. Hell, I
even warned the Atlanta media not to do it!
But, of course, they don’t listen to people like me. I’m just some guy on the Internet doing a
weekly column that reached out to people around the world. They’re the Atlanta Journal-Constitution and
WSB TV and WSB Radio and they’ll tell us what to think!
So, yeah, they don’t want you
to remember that part of the whole 1996 Olympic experience.
Oh, and let’s not forget our
little temper tantrum, shall we?
Yes, we threw a fit when
International Olympic Committee president Juan Antonio Samaranch refused to
close the Atlanta Games by saying they were “the best Olympics ever”. As if we were somehow entitled to this distinction
after all that we did! “How dare he not
bless us with that distinction”, we said.
“How dare he?!?”
All of this is conveniently
forgotten when the Atlanta media wants us to look back at the events of twenty
years ago and try to pretend it was a glorious spectacle. Oh, it was a spectacle all right. Just not the kind that we wanted.
Let’s get brutally honest
here... we do ourselves a phenomenal disservice when we try to view our history
with rose-colored glasses, no matter when it comes to the issue of slavery, to
the Civil War, to Civil Rights, or even to our time hosting the Olympic Games. Every time we refuse to recognize our
failings, we fail to learn the lessons of them.
We can’t do better the next time around because we refuse to believe
that we did anything that needed improvement.
So we’ll end up doing the same things again and end up with the same
results and then wonder why that is.
And let’s not forget that
doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result is
otherwise known as insanity.
Face it, Atlanta: we weren’t
that great during our time hosting the Olympics. Our ugly sides were exposed like that
hypothetical infected pimple on Miss America’s butt. And if I can remember those events clearly,
it’s a sure bet that others can as well.
If we truly want to be hosting international stages again, we need to
stop living in delusion and denial about all that went on in the past.
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