Notes of
Concern…
…Jackson Blair
American Fatwas?
Presidential campaigns have a way of
bringing out the worst in people!
As we approach the finish line we take
up sides, get really testy about the “other candidate” and begin to believe,
and even circulate outrageously wonderful things about the guy we prefer.
As I have said in this column before, perfectly
nice people join in the demonization of the “other” presidential candidate, his
family, his history and his performance.
By November every four years truth
seems to just disappear in our political landscape.
Such an unfriendly atmosphere could
cause people to withhold their thoughts. It could easily shut down the open
discourse important to reaching decisions about leadership. Certainly, it makes
many wary of taking any sort of public position.
I expect it is one of the reasons that
voting is such a private affair. We ask you to leave home, go to a central
place, prove you are whom you say you are, and then go into a small enclosed
space and privately mark a paper, one without your signature or any other
identifying mark, to make your choice for president.
And yet our current democracy, through
public statements, newspaper reports, television interviews, telephone polls,
arguments with neighbors and friends probably renders much of that “secrecy”
ineffective. By November I know how almost all my friends and acquaintances and
colleagues plan to vote. Of course some of them may surprise in the confines of
the voting booth just as they probably do in the confines of the confessional
but the majority might as well walk around with their choice tattooed on their
heads.
So it seems to me that the secrecy
involved in elections is not nearly as important as the freedom we enjoy stating
openly what we think. With the exception of losing a few friends every four
years, we do not get imprisoned for our publicly stated thoughts. No matter how
ridiculous our arguments they are still heard in America. Regardless of how
outrageous the statement made by a “talking head” on television, a humorous but
extreme prognosticator, or a half-truth spouting columnist, free speech is
alive and well here at home.
You may remember the famous case of the
author Salman Rushdie. He wrote a book, a novel that ended up offending
Muslims. For this he received a Fatwa. It was a death sentence. He received it
on a Valentine’s Day and it was renewed each Valentine’s Day for over a decade.
He had to hide. He had to hire protection. He was a target every day. His
family fell apart and he his wife left.
All of this over a novel.
Recently, in an interview, Rushdie had
this to say:
we need to have the courage of our
convictions… we need to understand that we are privileged to live in one of the
relatively few countries in the world where we get to say what we think. Yes,
that means that some of those utterances will be unlikable, even objectionable,
even insulting, because not everybody thinks well, not everybody’s a nice
person. But if you’re going to have the good fortune of living in this kind of
society, then you have to cherish it and defend it, that’s just full stop.
Reading this reminds me that our four year experiment in
demonization, while unattractive and unpleasant, is yet another suggestion that
we can not only think, but say, what we believe. We can fight for the candidate
we choose. And most importantly, none of us will experience a Fatwa or any
other horrible consequence for our free speech.
God Bless America.
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