In preparation for a weeklong clergy writing conference last year, participants were asked to submit a short essay on something that was on their minds at the moment. Don’t spend too much time on it, we were instructed. Write and submit. For reasons that I don’t remember, I wrote about the dread that I feel during every presidential election cycle, when politically like-minded friends sometimes treat me with a veiled scorn because I’m married to someone from the “other side.”
My essay included a very brief reflection on the common ground that my spouse and I discovered long ago, that boils down to something that we refer to as our “shared misanthropy.” My suspicious nature concerning humanity has led me to believe that government is the best we can do to live together in, more or less, harmony. My husband’s suspicions have led him to believe that the smallest possible government would be more ideal.
When it was time to discuss my essay during the workshop, the first issue I was confronted with was the alarm my new colleagues felt in reading my reference to “misanthropy.” How could a Christian pastor possibly think such a thing? In the discussion that followed, I told them that the word was really a joke that my husband and I had used for so long, I had forgotten the real meaning of it. Of course, I reassured them, I didn’t loathe my fellow human beings.
Now, though, I’m starting to reconsider: maybe I do harbor a sort of loathing of my fellow human beings.
There’s a lot not to like:
- From the Washington Post: “He held a BLM sign in what he called ‘America’s most racist town.’ The result? A viral video of abuse.” [link]
- From the New York Times: “Fighting Over Masks in Public Is the New American Pastime” [link]
- From “Voices of the Pandemic” in the Washington Post: a story of a store clerk who has experienced all sorts of terrible things. She’s been yelled at, spat at, screamed at, mocked, ignored, and disregarded—from people who refuse to wear a face mask.[link]
- Try a YouTube search of “face mask confrontation.” The results are alarming. And depressing.
It’s not that anything that’s going on is especially new. The unpleasant aspects of human behavior and interaction have long been on display.
What seems a bit different now is that it feels like abuse and scorn have simply become a part of our everyday existence, rather than coming to the surface for special occasions. Although I realize we are talking about a small number of people, there’s a level of meanness that is still disconcerting. Or maybe I just haven’t noticed until now.
Has the cruelty always been there, but less known because such encounters were not so easily taped and shared? Or, has the meanness actually become more of a problem?
Whether or not malice is more of a problem now, the fact that many people in cruel and violent viral videos seem not to care that their actions are being taped argues that people are comfortable with a great deal of meanness in their responses to other human beings—maybe only in small numbers, but still . . . . More than a few of these videos is unsettling.
So, I find myself wondering about my own capacity for misanthropy, recognizing that while it may be a good idea to admit to such a thing, if that’s how I feel, more loathing is not a helpful, nor productive, way of interacting with the world. Not now. Not ever.
Will the meanness on display push me further into despair, or will I take the opportunity to fight the cruelty with a more conscientious and determined approach to how I live my life?
I will do my best to take up the latter, and resolve to put in check my suspicions, and try more kindness. And watch fewer YouTube videos.