Say it ain’t so, Joe…
Joe Biden has been, and continues to be, my favorite.
“Favorite what,” you ask?
Favorite most everything. Almost all of the things. Favorite comb-over, favorite smile, favorite wink, favorite glad handing, favorite meme generator, favorite politician, favorite arm-chair theologian about life and death, favorite Catholic, favorite Delawarean (an admittedly small category).
But this most recent blustery mix of machismo and stereotypical masculinity was met by my mix of eye-rolling and head shaking. And they both went back and forth, with Trump’s favorite weapon, Twitter, locked and loaded.
Yes, old white men, we get you…you’re going to beat each other up. It’s how you solve problems. And we’re oh, so impressed. And, sure, Biden was talking about taking Trump to physical task in defense of women…or so he said…but the appeal to violence, no matter how on the face noble, is simply, and unquestionably, ridiculous in this hypothetical world that these talking suits live in.
Our addiction…no…our incessant NEED for violence, our cheering on of violent rhetoric and schoolyard chest puffing is just. so. exhausting.
And as a parents raising boys, I am just. so. frustrated. Because this is the stupidest example of “My dad could beat up your dad” kind of back and forth, except these guys are supposed to be adults.
Supposed to be.
Violence and bluster will only remain the answer to all of our problems as long as we put people in power who see it as the answer to all of the problems.
And for me, as a theologian, this whole line of thought is especially prescient because we’re heading into Good Friday where Christians will hear how the only thing Jesus “takes behind the woodshed to give a butt whooping to” is violence and death, the very thing both of these men are appealing to for power.
The disciples surely would have followed Jesus’ lead in the Garden if he had started fighting back. They were ready for it; Peter had his sword.
What they weren’t ready for was the idea, the wisdom, that that kind of response doesn’t work in the world of the Kingdom of God.
And, as one who will one day be an old(er) white man, I have to say that unless we change our trajectory, nothing else will change, and so it has to start with me and my boys and how we raise them and how we talk about violence and death.
And how we vote.
I’m not an advocate for being doormat; by no means. But I am an advocate for getting rid of these machismo, idiotic, schoolyard braggadocious nonsense. No one takes it seriously, anyway. And the people who do take it seriously aren’t worth taking seriously.
And for everyone finishing this little article thinking, “But white men aren’t the only violent people in the world…and why does he bring race into it?” I say that I hear you, and some of what you say is true. When thinking of non-violent older, white men two of my theological crushes, Richard Rohr and Parker Palmer, come to mind.
All cultures can be violent; surely. But not all cultures are the dominant power.
And this white, male culture is, at least here in the states, and it needs to take a break.
Let’s give it a break. It keeps reinforcing how inadequate it is to lead in these present times. How much more proof do we need?
Far be it from me to interfere with your right of free expression, however, I find this particular post dull rhetoric indeed. If you are rendering unto Caesar, do so in another forum. We look to you for spiritual guidance and commentary on the state of the world’s soul, not a critique of the political theater. Your segue into the theme of Christ’s peace was more to the point as a commentary on today’s violent culture. As for now, i will let not my heart be troubled.
You are certainly welcome to read or not read.
But if we imagine the political theater isn’t theological, or vice versa, we don’t have eyes to see or ears to hear.
Your post today reminds me of a conversation I had some time ago with two old friends who attend the same conservative protestant congregation. One of the women commented on how their preacher appeared to have developed more confidence and even walked with a new swagger. I mentioned that I thought my Episcopal priest had confidence and walked very well without the swagger. They both asked me if my priest carried a gun. I told them no and they each replied that their preacher just bought one that he carries (under his robe) into the sanctuary. After catching my breath, and waiting for my heart to stop hammering, I asked them why. They said in unison; “So he can protect the flock if there is a threat”.
That conversation was two years ago when we weren’t watching this new reality television show in Washington. I will never forget my first voting experience in 1966 and while I may have been starry-eyed and naïve I don’t remember the school yard bullies, the old white men, and a political swamp that it will take my grandchildren to help clean. Is the preacher who’s toting a “piece” following Jesus’ lead into the Garden …… or is he just another old while man full of bluster?
I am a reluctant X-tian.