untainted analysis

photo-1444850321296-e568c6a10d26I’m penning this post on Tuesday afternoon, having just watched Pres. Obama’s East Room announcement in regard to taking Executive Action on gun control. As soon as the President was done speaking, I turned off the television and shut down my server… no Facebook, no nothing. In other words, I write this having read nothing, seen nothing, nor heard anyone offer their two nor seventeen cents on the address. I have not been subjected to any analysis. In a contemporary news cycle that seems to create more news than it actually, factually reports, I didn’t want any blatant nor subtle subjectivity to permeate my opinion.

To be clear, it is important to wrestle with this topic well — fully acknowledging that gun control is a subject that sets many people off and often prompts blood pressure to immediately rise. I get that. It’s an understandable, emotional issue.

The most prominent measure announced seemed that Pres. Obama is issuing an Executive Order to expand the number of gun buyers subject to background checks; this will be done by increasing the number of sellers who are legally labeled as “dealers.” Dealers must be licensed and are required to conduct those checks on their customers.

Also, the President clearly articulated that he has no desire to repeal the 2nd Amendment and that this was not a first step in a “plot to confiscate guns.” His stated motivation is to reduce gun violence.

So let me offer my two — I mean seventeen — cents… (Please note that while my thoughts are untainted, they are by no means comprehensive. The two approaches should not be equated with one another; more thoughts may come at a later date.)

I appreciate the President’s stated motivation; I think it’s wise. I think we’d all like to see gun violence diminished. One of the blessings in the hollow heartbreak after each horrific incident is that as a nation — black, white, conservative, liberal, gay, straight, Jew, Christian, whatever — we are typically united in our tears. We’d like to see all violence diminished — gangs, terrorism, public protest destruction, etc.

I appreciate the President’s tears; the killing of innocent babes is unspeakably atrocious. It makes me cry, too.

I think, also, the stated idea of subjecting more buyers to background checks is wise. Americans have a right to bear arms, but a convicted felon, for example — who has already shown an intent and willingness to infringe upon the rights of another — should always be subject to a background check. In my opinion, he has sacrificed his 2nd Amendment right by his own, previous choice.

Hence, I don’t question the primary content of the President’s speech. Save for a few political jabs that it seems most of our leaders sadly can’t resist these days, I think the desire to curb the violence without caving to those who wish to repeal Americans’ rights makes sense. I do, however, have some valid questions in regard to the process.

While some previous presidents have utilized Executive Orders more frequently, the motive for utilization has varied. I struggle with the motive to bypass Congress because of an inability to pass desired policy initiatives. I have sincere concern about the expanding precedent of the Executive Branch becoming the crafter of law. What if, for example, the next president declares new law on abortion — making it significantly more or less restrictive, pending his or her political bent? What if the next president decides he/she can make more military decisions on his or her own? Even with all of its noted dysfunction, I appreciate the accountability within the combination of a Congress which makes the laws and a President who executes them. I don’t want single executives making the law on gun control or abortion. And I don’t want my opposition or support of this process to potentially hypocritically fluctuate with what the law is, who is the enactor, or how emotional I am.

I also question the legitimacy of the Executive Order being valid because “a majority of Americans” support it; what a majority of Americans desired in regard to ACA/Obamacare, for example, was considered irrelevant. It thus seems obvious to this semi-casual political deserver, that what the majority wants is only considered when the leader is in the majority. Where is the current national leader who has said, “A majority of Americans do not want this measure, so I have respectfully decided to refrain from its pursuit”? Note problem #1 with our democracy: what a party wants is prioritized over what the people want.

Yes, this subject is tough; it’s tough to navigate through respectfully; please know that is my desire. There is much I appreciated in this week’s gun control address; there is a significant some I did not; please remember, too, that my initial analysis is nowhere close to comprehensive, but it does help to edit out those who come from the standpoint of this President being the most awful or awesome man ever. I don’t feel their perspective is objective. Hence, the “untaintedness” helps with the blood pressure.

Respectfully…
AR

mad

photo-1450849608880-6f787542c88aOver the weekend, a group of men took over the headquarters of a U.S. wildlife refuge near Burns, Oregon — a small city in the Eastern part of the Beaver State. The men are angry over the imminent imprisonment of two area ranchers who were found guilty of arson three years ago. The convicted men set a series of fires in 2001 and 2006, intending to protect their lands and cover up evidence of deer poaching, but one blaze went on to also burn 139 acres of federal property.

The ranchers were convicted by a federal jury in 2012. After a plea deal, one was sentenced to three months in jail — the other, one year. This past October, however, a U.S. district judge re-sentenced each man to five years in prison — even though their sentences had already been fully served. That judge — differing from the previous, presiding judge — felt the initial sentence was too lenient.

The men now occupying government property decided to protest. They are mad.

A couple clarifying, relevant notes: (1) the family of the convicted ranchers does not support how the protestors have behaved; (2) many of the protestors have come from other towns and other states; and (3) the convicted ranchers still turned themselves in to police custody.

I find myself pondering, no less, a Slate Magazine headline: “What in Tarnation Is Going on With All These Angry Ranchers?”

Let’s be clear…

They have a right to protest.
They do not have a right to federal land.

That is true of all the protestors we’ve seen in recent months…

People have a right to protest.
People have a right to voice their opinions.
People even have a right to rant.

They do not, however, have a right to destroy.
They do not have a right to threaten.
And they do not have a right to take someone else’s property for their own.

That’s the case regardless of the passion or protest — regardless of whom the protestors actually are… their agenda or any demographic category… be it in Burns, Baltimore, or some place of supposed higher learning, etc.

The protestors are mad. But their madness does not change what they have a right to do.

It does, however, sometimes change how we react. That’s the hard part.

We look at all these protestors — all these mad people — and while we may agree or not with the purpose for the protest, we sometimes allow our empathy for the person or cause to alter our acceptance of what’s right and wrong; we extend abundant grace to one but none to the other. We then too often find ourselves caught in the queasy quandary of believing it’s ok for some people to illegally occupy or destroy — but for others, it is not. That may say more about us than it does about them.

Yes, we can be a strange people… mad, if you will.

Respectfully…
AR

here’s to 2016

IMG_5493 (3)After a year of atypical, ardent ups and downs, the Intramuralist and company set out to add some new experiences to our annual, end of year celebrations. Hence, this midwestern family of five found ourselves in the middle of Times Square as the ball and confetti dropped, ringing in the festive start to 2016.

It was actually fascinating; we had never done that before — “a bucket lister,” said one enthusiastic son. And so with an approximate 999,995 others, we did our best packed sardines imitation — albeit mostly without the odor and oil.

On one hand, the precautions were eye-opening in a “huge-A-Ha,” unfortunate way. We noted the thousands of police officers positioned to protect us; they were on every corner… in the streets… on the subway. It is a sad reality that such joy-filled public celebrations must now be guarded against those who set out to only destroy; the evil and terror has pierced our innocence. No doubt none in our family will soon forget the few officers thus actually armed with AK-47s.

Yet herded as we were into this unprecedented environment on NYC’s jam-packed 7th Avenue, there was something more eye-opening and encouraging than all the precautions, all the protection, and all who attempted to zap the joy of New Year’s Eve…

Picture this… picture the most crowded place you can imagine — a stadium, a massive conference room… people everywhere… with little room to do anything more than raise your arms with smart phone in hand in order to capture the next snapshot, chat, whatever.

But unlike such typical scenarios, where a crowd of massive size would be aware of varied interests and individual wants, needs, opinions, emotions, etc., we were all focused on the same thing; we were all excited about the same thing; we were all looking in the same direction — eyes focused — waiting and wanting for the big ball to drop.

Without a doubt, there is a inherently beautiful meaning accompanying the dropping of that New Year’s ball…

Instead of focusing on our differences and maximizing what we don’t have in common — noting that in an actual, estimated crowd of one million people, countless significant differences exist — we shared something greater. Indeed, it was far greater… so great, in fact, our individual differences did not matter…

… different genders, ethnicities, ages, faiths, etc. They did not matter. They were also not watered-down. Our differences did not have to be ignored or removed in order for the celebration to ensue. We were each excited about a celebration greater than self.

I was especially struck by my youngest son, that incredible kid who has never been disabled by his special needs. Note that previous to our trip, we had (sadly) cautioned him in regard to taming some of his typically more overt, overly friendly interactions in Manhattan. But sensing there was something different about this crowd — and people actually were interacting and were friendly — Josh said “hello” to an elderly New Yorker. Encouraged by a brief acknowledgement, Josh continued, “Hey,” he paused. “Want to be friends?” The man was first taken by surprise; he then lit up with a huge grin, articulating a hearty, warm Italian response, and said, “You just made my whole night!”


Our nights were each made — because our individual differences did not matter. We could simply, poignantly, “be friends.”

Oh, how I crave such… that we learn to accept and respect our differences — with no demanding-ness, no in-your-face-ness, no watering down nor need to force everyone else to “think like you/me”… no narcissism… no arrogance… no “mad-as-hell” rants or unattractive self-promotion…

It’s amazing what that big ball can do.

Here’s to 2016, friends… as we wrestle with our differences via respectful dialogue — always encouraging one another to grow.

Respectfully…
AR