There was a lot of hullaballoo this week about the recent McCain/Palin rallies and all of the fear and loathing that these candidates have incited at these events.
Basically, it was everything short of calling the man a N -----, which, I have no doubt, was being privately harbored or said under one's breath by many.
I've watched endless news and YouTube videos this week of these rallies. And I took heed of the audience's background comments as Palin made insinuations of Obama's dangerousness and terrorist associations. Not surprisingly, I became more and more appalled, and more and more saddened by what I was seeing.
And then, I got bitter. So bitter that I became almost obsessed about this turn of events this week, wondering how this incitement of fear and loathing would impact the polls and the tide of the election. And more importantly, I wondered what types of deep-rooted, downright ugly sentiments would surface from the American electorate when stoked by others...in this case, pitbull Palin.
It harkened me back to a time when I was an awkward teenager living in Charlotte, North Carolina, just having moved from the cultural melting-pot of Northern California. My bitterness was rooted in a seminal event from my youth: when I had first heard racial slurs directed at me from some ignorant teenagers at a Burger King drive-thru.
"Chink! Go back to your own country!"
they yelled with a North Carolina southern twang.
Needless to say, I was shocked. And angry. And I told myself that these people were ignorant, stupid fools. (By the way, there are very nice people in the state of North Carolina...I just happened to run into some unfortunate ones that night).
"There are other countries besides China in the continent of Asia. These dumbasses think that every Asian is Chinese. How stupid! They probably can't even name other Asian countries on the map!"
This is what I justified to myself as a 1st generation Filipino who had just been called a chink. And after this, I vowed to myself that when I grew up I was never going to live in a non-socially progressive place again - I did not want my children to ever experience this kind of disdain and disrespect (little did I know how naive that thinking was).
So back to the events of this week.
I wondered who these people at these rallies are. Are they the sons and daughters of small-town U.S.A.?? Of bumblef&ck hicksville?? It also made me wonder - are there many closeted, narrow-minded people here in my own backyard of the so-called socially progressive, culturally-tolerant state of California??
Who are these people making these awful comments and where the hell did they come from?!
And sadly, these were my angry thoughts as I tried to rationalize what I was seeing:
They are certainly not people that I dare associate with.
Nor will we ever be cut from the same cloth.
Because I am more educated and open-minded than these people. (yeah, yeah, call me an elitist)
And they are just a bunch of...retards.
But then I realized, and a fellow socially-progressive friend (thanks, M!) reminded me: mocking and making fun of these people does not advance our cause; it only serves to fuel the fire and further polarize Americans into the elitists and non-elitists, the progressives and the conservatives, the free-thinkers and the narrow-minded, the well-informed and the ignorant.
And today, McCain attempted to tame the flame that his campaign had started, whether they intended to do this or not. Unfortunately, this flame may turn into a fire that will continue to burn, if not on the surface then in the closets and basements...and nothing can be done to put it out. This ugliness is what scares me the most -- for our generation and for our children's generation.
So, now, I must have patience. Patience that America will come through. Patience that some good will come out of this. Patience that the dark days we Americans are feeling are almost behind us. Patience that the hope I continue to feel is palpable and real and is practically within our reach.
And I must continue to have tolerance that not everyone sees the world as I do. And that there is still some ugliness that exists in this world. In this country. And probably even in my own socially progressive backyard here in the state of California.
Patience and tolerance does not come easy for this working mom of twins, but for the sake of my sanity over the next 25 days left in this campaign, I will certainly try.
