Later this evening, I will post about the Prescott Historic House Tour, part of our city’s Sesquicentennial Celebration, and Chalk It Up, an annual chalk-art festival. Both took place this past weekend, as did a Cinco de Mayo Block Party, in Courthouse Square.
First, though, a bit of seriousness. Let me go further with what I wrote yesterday about the journeys on which each of us is embarked.
Human beings, alone among species, sort those they see as strangers into categories of “race”, skin tone, ethnicity, Faith, gender and sexual orientation( of course, we are the only species which experiences the latter as a life condition). To be sure, other animals, from ants to prairie dogs to wolves and dolphins, sort by family group and/or territory. This is all part of territoriality and population control.
Our extra selection processes, really, don’t make much sense. There is no qualitative difference between me and any of my friends who happen to be Black, but in the 1960’s, there was no way any of them would have been able to live in a family home in the town where I came of age, outside of a small designated area on the south side of town. That’s changed now, of course, and it was with great personal satisfaction that I learned, in 1996, that my maternal grandmother’s house was purchased by an accomplished attorney of African-American descent.
I thought of all this, while taking in the various events of Cinco de Mayo weekend, in downtown Prescott. People of all backgrounds are welcome here. Although Prescott has a tendency towards political conservatism, there seems little bigotry. Those of us who indulge in politics at all, tend to be of Libertarian bent.
I’ve always had a hard time understanding prejudice, and while working to rid myself of my own pre-conceived notions, which I found confusing, the whole concept of “Other” had to be allowed to surface, and float away. Young Black men, when I was in my twenties, did me the honour of challenging me to show that I was recognizing, and casting aside, the subtleties which I had picked up in childhood. I was hurt and angered by my white peers’ callous reaction to the killing of Martin Luther King, Jr., in 1968. He hurt no one, and helped as many of us as would listen to what he had to say.
Still and all, I have had to recognize my own sense of “Other”. This separation is a worldwide thing, though. Many East Asians have trouble with Whites and Blacks being in their midst. Africans separate by tribe; West Asians, by Faith; Russians, by language. Some of this “otherness” is rooted in hurt; some of it stems from fear.
The fact remains, however, that we are all connected. I see this sense of connectedness increasing, incrementally, among Millennials and the current generation of children. It’s definitely a process, not an event. Racist teens and twenty-somethings, though, are regarded by the majority of their peers as having mental problems. This cuts across all racial and ethnic groups, and political affiliations.
The kids are onto something. “Otherness” is a learned paradigm. Then again, so is helplessness.
I wonder, Gary — I think animals sort by race/ethnicity, only we call it sub-species. Although it is physically possible, grizzly bears and polar bears, for example, do not normally mate in the wild unless there is real reason to do so — they are beginning to do so more now, as population is more of a concern, and the result is known as a grolar. And I’m sure they naturally select by sorting sexual orientation as well, if such is an issue in their natural world. It seems to me that faith is the only issue you mentioned that is not a part of other species.
I, too have to fight some prejucides, as do we all — perhaps mostly due to fears learned in childhood. It is interesting that the youth of today is accepting the differences so much more easily than we did, even to the extent that one commentator, talking about the Donald Sterling story, commented that in another generation it is possible that racial prejudice may have disappeared.
Most subspecies occur due to differences, often subtle, from one ecosystem, or even microclimate, to another. Animals which are homosexual just die out. You’re right with regards to we being the only creatures on Earth who can recognize a Supreme Being, or consciously conceive of something greater than themselves.