Yes and No

November 15, 2017, Prescott-

A fellow blogger posted, this afternoon, that no one is entitled to rights, by decree.  Yes, and no:  Yes, a child has the right to a healthy diet, a safe and warm place to live, a solid, fundamental education and above all, loving adults by whom to be raised.  No, one does not have the automatic right to a mate, a good paying job, a full refrigerator and pantry or a large contingent of friends.  Those are things one earns by dint of character and hard work.

I was raised to know that my parents were  there for me, that I had responsibilities that went with being part of a family, that boys and girls were equal in the sight of God, and that didn’t go away when we reached adulthood.  As much as my immature, flawed self disliked it, I had to wait, a long time, to meet the love of my life.  My mature, flawed self does not regret the wait.

Sometimes, the price of the good in our lives is paid up front- through suffering and seemingly innumerable setbacks  Other times, the good comes first, and, as with the Biblical Job, torments and sorrows follow.  I have learned, especially from my Native American ancestors, that hard times make one stronger and good times make one secure enough to withstand the next set of hard times.  After 600-800 years of collective difficulty, Native Americans are still here.  After 500 years of oppression and distrust, African-Americans are still here.  Woman, collectively, has endured millennia of being regarded as a subordinate being.  She is more present than ever.

Those who say each individual must earn certain rights and prerogatives are correct, to a point.  Let them also, however, consider what rights each man, woman and child has already earned, by dint of character, suffering and, yes, hard work.  To dismiss this, is to affirm the claim of the tyrant, the supremacist.

18 thoughts on “Yes and No

  1. Aren’t rights, by definition, benefits that one is born with? If so, then the challenge becomes to define what is a right and what is a privilege that must be earned. Society is instrumental in this definition, which varies between cultures — it is up to us to help in this definition, by actions, by words, and by deeds. I think that what we are seeing in society right now is a redefinition of what constitutes rights — we all have a responsibility to weigh in on that.

  2. I appreciate the feedback… though it’s very frustrating to know it was written so poorly by me as to be completely misread. The point was never one touching upon entitlement at all, but rather one of the non-efficacy of rights handed to one party, by another party, on demand.

    On re-reading I still don’t think that it even implied any critique or question of entitlement to rights, but to avoid further frustration I have expanded upon the expression and hopefully clarified its sentiments with an update.

    Please also consider in reading, my older post regarding the relationship between duty and freedom: https://serodri.wordpress.com/2017/11/02/i-hope-you-find-a-wasteland/

    It may shed additional light on what I admit is a rather broken posting.

      • Humble? I’m so useless that to be anything other than humble would shame the comedians from here to New York!

        I appreciate the input & effort at understanding my clumsiness.

        And I agree with you. All humans – ALL BEINGS – deserve fundamental freedom, dignity and respect. I only hope we can actually keep hold of these now that the Flux of Great Change seems upon us once more.

  3. I’m always annoyed by the “entitlement” people. They’re usually full of angst and don’t think, screwing everyone over with their hatred.

    No, not everyone has been given the rights you speak of, but they are taught to as many as possible. It’s the right way.

    Many children do not have loving parents who seek out their best interests at heart (I didn’t). My pantry was limited by my mentally ill mother (not just the money, but she used it as family rank). I didn’t know God growing up from my parents or grandparents (I’m naturally religious). Instead of fixing my home life, I was placed into special education where I was belittled and denied a normal education. I fell behind in several subjects because I was so spread out, and the teachers didn’t know all of the subjects. They made me learn 5Xs as much as ordinary children. I had to take an IQ test every 3 years, which I did fairly well on. I made a 130 most of the time, but I performed in the average range. This is because I’m average but am good at taking the IQ test, as I’ve had to for years. I was also tested in so many subjects anyone could have been declared disabled. Now I score between a 115-120 on the IQ test. Average bright.

    Again, my problems were social, and I eventually became mentally ill from round the clock abuse. I was tortured at home and at school 24/7. Eventually, I became very angry.

  4. They also did a bunch of experiments on me. I should have sued.

    They put me in multiage with younger children, taught me to read by sight and didn’t tell this to the next district, so the new district thought I couldn’t read because I wasn’t sounding out words. They put me in visual mathematics (like Hindi stuff), and the graders of tests couldn’t understand what I was doing. You should see the graph I had to make. I can multiply like a normal person now. I was put in classes-within-classes for retarded children. Everyone at school made fun of hated me in the higher grades. I had to have friends, or I couldn’t get rid of my disability, so I befriended horrible people, not drug addicts or criminals, but people with nasty souls.

    Eventually, when I lived with my dad, the school called social services.

    • The horrors that some people call normal behaviour, are beginning to be called ou for what they are. if a lot of parents lose custody of their children, so be it. They should have loved the kids better, when they were younger.

  5. At home, my stepmom was sleeping with her one son, thinking it helped them remember the womb. Her other son was in the basement shooting up drugs. My stepmom would lock me in the basement with my other stepbrother, and she denied me food. My other mother is an alcoholic. My stepdad is the only good one.

    Therapy session over.

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