Sunday, June 30, 2019

The Quandary of Kindness

Today, I did a church service. These are my remarks:


"I want to thank the Worship Committee for asking me to speak today, and I want to thank you for being here—in person or “virtually”—to help me figure some things out.
            For me, the topic of “kindness” is so…well…all-encompassing…and yet important to consider, to reflect upon…for the very survival of human beings (I think I have some experts to back me up on that!).
           
Let’s start with a definition. I liked this definition of kindness from The Urban Dictionary: “Kindness is doing something and not expecting anything in return. Kindness is respect and helping others without waiting for someone to help one back. It implies kindness no matter what.”
            I have a confession. I chose the topic, “the quandary of kindness”, because I struggle with kindness…being kind…more than almost anything. I understand what it means to be kind, I understand the importance of kindness, but to BE KIND? I’m not.
            Oh, I WANT to be kind. Some days, I say, over and over, “BE KIND. BE KIND.” And then….I’m not. In fact, I find myself being (From WordHippo):  the opposite of “the quality of being friendly, generous, and considerate”—I am:
Callous, heartless, resentful, mean, unfeeling, unkind, intolerant, apathetic, bitter, harsh, hostile, indifferent, and/or selfish and thoughtless!

            Do you ever feel like that? Do you ever find that kindness is preach-able, but not always practice-able? If so, you’re in the right place this morning!
            I work in a public, serve-others job. Sometimes, it just takes one thoughtless patron to ruin my whole day—and every other patron will pay the price, and will justifiably go away thinking I was just a rude so and so. At least, that’s what I tell myself when I pay unkindness forward with unkindness. In doing that, I realize, much too late, that I may have ruined someone else’s day. And my greatest fear? My greatest fear is that someone will think I’m rude because I’m racially prejudice, or have some ethnic bias toward them, when really I just hate everyone at that moment.
            At the moment of my failure to be kind, I am horrified that I have escalated, that I have enabled unkindness to permeate my neighborhood, my community, our world. I feel like a failure because I know I cannot get that moment back. I can only pledge to do better next time.
But HOW do I do better “next time”???
When doing research for this sermon, I came across something by Dr. Karyn Hall that made a lot of sense. She writes,
Kindness starts with yourself. Kindness starts at home. It…means treating yourself as you would anyone else you care about. We usually talk about and hear about kindness in relation other people, but kindness towards yourself is just as important. You might have heard the sentiment you can’t love other people until you can love yourself. While I don’t believe this is 100% true, I think how you treat and talk to yourself becomes the foundation from which you approach your other relationships. So kindness isn’t just about how you treat other people, it’s about extending the same intentions and behaviors to ourselves too.
After treating yourself with kindness, I’ve learned it’s important to force yourself to take a step back and really look at the other person; see them. I know our lives are rushed, but most of the time it’s worth taking that moment. As Dr. Hall goes on to say,
“Empathy is the ability to understand someone else’s situation, experience, feelings, and behaviors, and it’s the foundation of this concern. If you want to be generous towards or help someone, first you need to understand where they are and what they’re dealing with—the good and the bad. Even if you don’t agree with someone’s choices or behaviors and you decide not to enable them going forward, you can still empathize with them.”
So, recognize someone else is having a bad day. When my kids were younger, and another kid was mean or hateful toward them (a kid who was otherwise a friend), I would ask them if there might be something going on in that other kid’s life, that might make them react that way? Even though I did that with them, I find it so hard to do in my own life.
One expert I consulted when preparing for today was His Holiness the Dalai Lama. His thoughts?
            “In order to achieve peace, tranquility, and real friendship, we must minimize anger and cultivate kindness and a warm heart. As we become nicer human beings, our neighbors, friends, parents, spouses, and children will experience less anger, prompting them to become more warm-hearted, compassionate, and harmonious…This is the way to change the world.”

Remember when I said I was so worried that my unkindness, my thoughtlessness might be misconstrued as racism or xenophobia when really at that moment I hated everyone? It’s a real concern of mine. I don’t want to be in a situation where another person thinks I am being unkind because I have pre-judged them and automatically hate them. Sadly, that’s often how and why humans are unkind to each other. Please don’t be that person. If you feel unkind toward another, force yourself to ask, “why?”. Constantly hold yourself to a higher standard—educate yourself about “the other” and what their existence on this planet must be like. Stop unkindness before it multiples into hatred. It’s a constant, on-going struggle that takes time and awareness to constantly question your interactions with others. I fear that most people take the easy way out, and persist in their unchecked prejudices and micro aggressions.
 And while you’re at it, take a moment to think about how you RECEIVE the kindness of others. Have we become so cynical that we question the motives of kindness? Of generosity?  Do you pre-judge motives? If you are being honest, truly honest with yourself, you answer “yes” to that question. Think about how you felt when Faith Church announced it was building a community center in the North End—did you question their motives? How about when you hear this recent story about Jewish worshipers approaching their synagogue and seeing several strangers standing at the entrance. When questioned, the strangers indicated they were Muslims and wanted to stand guard to protect the Jews as they prayed. Did you pre-judge that act of kindness? Why or why not?
Fortunately, there is help as you attempt to look at yourself with a critical eye. Author Sally Kohn, in her book The Opposite of Hate: A Field Guide to Repairing Our Humanity wrote about the IAT survey you can take at Project Implicit:  Implicit Association Test. This on-line test was developed by psychologists Anthony Greenwald and Mahzarin Banaji in 1998. As Malcolm Gladwell explains, “The idea at the core of the IAT is that the speed with which we make these unconscious associations can be measured, and then compared, to determine relative bias. The IAT is more than just an abstract measure of attitudes. It’s a powerful predicator of how we act in certain kinds of spontaneous situations.”
So, to repeat: go to: implicit.harvard.edu
You can take as many or as few tests as you want, no charge. The results are eye-opening! I found that I have a bias against people of the Christian faith. Which is odd, since I know many, many good people who are Christians, but I guess, for me, a few bad apples have made me pre-judge the motives of Christians. And, since not all Christians are the same, I was a little chagrined by the results of the test, because I have been personally treated better by the one of the most “conservative” Christian pastors in our community…by far…than I have been by one of the most liberal Episcopal priests in our community. But that’s a story best left for another time.

At this point, you may be wondering why…WHY I am taking the time to talk about the importance of kindness? Isn’t it just a “duh”? As in, duh, of course we should be kind. I mean, Kurt Vonnegut covered it quite succinctly in God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater when he wrote:  “Hello babies. Welcome to Earth. It's hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It's round and wet and crowded. On the outside, babies, you've got a hundred years here. There's only one rule that I know of, babies--"God damn it, you've got to be kind.”

            Well, I think I began thinking about this when I saw the cover of Sally Kohn’s book The Opposite of Hate:  A Field Guide to Repairing Our Humanity”. I was intrigued by the basic question, “What IS the opposite of hate?” I thought, it could be love…it could be kindness…it could be something else. So, I read the book. And I did some more thinking; thinking about how we got to where we are in 2019; a place that feels to me that it’s a very short step from unkindness to incivility to hatred to our loss of humanity. Maybe we are already there? As Kohn writes, “We think we’re good people, but we don’t see how that sphere of moral concern is constricted  by hate, by the history and habits and culture of who matters and who doesn’t in our society, which we have all bought into, whether we mean to or not. So we shake our heads about excessive corporate greed and we shake our fists against neo-Nazis marching in the streets, but not enough of us admit that they’re reflections of the society we’ve all created, let alone acknowledge that they’re reflections of ourselves.”
I might add to this statement: why is it so easy to be outraged, to the point of demanding immediate boycott of a dairy, demanding it’s closed down right away because we watched a video of calves being abused, and yet we cannot even muster a tenth of that compassion, anger, indignity, and action for the immigrants coming into our country, only to be separated from their children, who are then warehoused, abused, neglected? How is that possible? As a society, we are so quick to be kind to animals, and so moved by their suffering, and at the same time, turn away from a fellow human being? It’s easy when you have stopped looking at the human being in front of you, and allowed yourself to fall into the easy group-think of a group you admire and are proud to be a part of—your “tribe”. As Kohn states, “Remember that while tribalism may be inherent in human beings, the way those “tribes” are shaped—and how they are set against other groups—often stems from the purposeful, political manipulation of tribalism.”
            Tribalism at its’ ugliest can be seen over and over in history, in:
·         Nazi Germany
·         Korea
·         Rwanda
·         Ironically, Israel—when dealing with Palestinians
·         Bosnia and Herzegovina
·         America, in our treatment of Native Americans
·         Myanmar
To prevent history from repeating itself, we have to learn, to understand how it happened and why it happened. We have to hold ourselves accountable, and to hold each other accountable.  As Kohn writes, “We must foster group bonds not by imposing a homogenous identity on everyone but by building a sense of shared humanity that not only respects but actively appreciates everyone’s differences, especially because those differences help us resist dangerous group-think banisters.”
Being kind? That’s the first step to that much greater human connection. Hold open that door, pick up the item they dropped, let them go ahead of you in line with their two items, pay for that car behind you at Culvers, call and write your representatives about an issue that does not immediately affect your family, protest. VOTE. All are acts of kindness.
Kindness opens that door for us. We have to talk to each other, we have to listen to each other. We have to see each other. We have to connect. Kohn writes:  “Rather, the question is how we as people and as societies help make habits out of independent thinking—how we can use the spaces in which we come together, from schools to churches to nations, to simultaneously understand how we’re all connected to each other and at the same time learn how to think independently. That’s a tall order.” Remember the book from Time for All Ages? One person took a “situation” and turned it into a parade. Because a neighbor was kind and not defensive, the whole world found, ultimately, a way to connect. Who knows? Maybe someday you too can connect with that kindness kazoo of yours!
I understand we are busy. We are overwhelmed by the pace of life, and sometimes it’s easier to choose to be unkind, indifferent, and apathetic. But I want to share one last thing from Sally Kohn’s book. It’s a chapter that has really stuck with ME, and helped me re-focus on those days I am unkind. To give some context, Sally Kohn is a columnist and CNN political contributor. Before going to CNN, she worked at Fox. She’s also a lesbian, a mom, and someone I met at a political protest in Washington D.C. 
[Here I read from the chapter titled, "Why We Hate:  The Trolls"]
Sally Kohn reached out to her TROLLS. Not for spite, but to understand. How did she do it? She started with basic human kindness as a way to connect. My acts of kindness, my ways to connect will take far less effort and courage than Kohn’s did.
Our time here on earth is limited. We need to leave this world a better place.
So, take time to notice that, as Thich Nhat Hanh reminds us, “We too are full of so many things and yet empty of a separate self. Like the flower, we contain earth, water, air, and sunlight, and warmth. We contain space and consciousness. We contain our ancestors, our parents and grandparents, education, food, and culture. The whole cosmos has come together to create the wonderful manifestation that we are. If we remove any of these “non-us” elements, we will find there is no “us” left.”
We…each of us…are separate and unique HUMANS; different now than we were a moment ago. Be kind. To yourself, and then to others.
Thank you."

Thursday, October 4, 2018

Dark

I'm feeling very sad, very discouraged, very hopeless, very dark tonight.
Tomorrow, the Senate will, in all likelihood, vote to confirm a very unqualified man to be the next justice on the Supreme Court of the United States. He will be the ninth judge on the Court, the highest court in our country. I, the Pollyanna that I am, trust this body, this institution, this co-equal branch of our government. I agree with this statement from the Supreme Court website:  "The Constitution of the United States is a carefully balanced document. It is designed to provide for a national government sufficiently strong and flexible to meet the needs of the republic, yet sufficiently limited and just to protect the guaranteed rights of citizens; it permits a balance between society’s need for order and the individual’s right to freedom. To assure these ends, the Framers of the Constitution created three independent and coequal branches of government. That this Constitution has provided continuous democratic government through the periodic stresses of more than two centuries illustrates the genius of the American system of government."
If the Senate confirms the nomination of Brett Kavanaugh to the Supreme Court, I will no longer blindly trust the highest court in the land.
I will look at the faces of the justices, and I will see two men who should never,ever have been allowed to be seated in that hallowed chamber. I will look at Justice Clarence Thomas, and see, as I always have, a man who sexually harassed Prof. Anita Hill. And I will look at Brett Kavanaugh  and see a man who has sexually abused women, and who does not have the temperament nor the impartiality to be a judge in ANY courtroom.
I will also always see these images, from September 27th in Washington, DC. I will forever remember these people, who came to the Hart Senate Office Building, to make their voices heard.





I will remember these young women, who are putting themselves in front of cameras, hoping to be heard. Hoping that their stories will ensure that others will also be heard...and believed.



I will remember these two Unitarian Universalist ministers, who were there to "stand on the side of love"...and justice.



 I will remember the young women--survivors--who came to an intimidating place with an intimidating atmosphere to show love and support for Dr. Blasey Ford, another survivor of sexual assault. 


I will remember the men too, who held up their hands to show palms that read, "I believe you."



I will remember the women, who like me thought, "I can't believe we are here today, 26 years later, speaking out yet again. WHEN will women be heard and believed?"



I will remember the signs of support in offices of senators. 




I will remember the cell phones that were showing the hearing of Dr. Blasey Ford, and I will remember the women crowding around, hoping to catch the words she was uttering.












But most of all, on this dark night, when I am in despair, when I am feeling like this country will never treat all citizens equally, when I am feeling such grief for women who have been raped and assaulted, I remember this.....
I remember the arm of a survivor. I cannot look at this image without crying. LOOK AT HER ARM. Those dates are the dates she was violated. In 1987, the world was no longer safe for her.
This country was no longer safe for her.
I look, I remember, I despair....

and tomorrow, I will get up and try...try...to fight another day to make this world a better one. A safer one. A more just place for all.
Because, what choice do I have? What choice do we have?