| O Be Careful Little Self What You Teach |
October 15, 2000 |
Columbus sailed the ocean blue, in fourteen hundred ninety-two.
The second verse, according to some revisionist versions,
puts his "discovery" in a different light: In fourteen
hundred ninety-three, Columbus infected all he could see.
This last week, for some of us, was a three day
weekend, Columbus Day.
Today, while Italian-Americans still observe the day
with a strong sense of understandable pride, others view
this holiday as a fundamental historical lie.
There were people living here when Columbus arrived, after all, not
to mention the Vikings who beat Columbus to the New World by about
500 years.
Now it's Native American Day, or Indigenous People's Day.
Columbus, the pride of Genoa - no more
"discovered" America than he invented the Internet,
according to James Louwen, author of the prize-winning Lies My
Teacher Told Me - a blistering critique of the high-school
history textbooks our children are poring over and maybe even
digesting this new school year.
After painstakingly comparing high-school history textbooks with
original letters, diaries and interview transcripts, Louwen asserts
that today's history textbooks serve up a Disneyfied view of the
past.
Slippery scoundrels become heroes in order to idealize and customize
our patriotic sensibilities, and - in more ways than one
- the truth is whitewashed.
Betsy Ross?
Hire that woman's publicist! Betsy Ross was nowhere near the first
flag.
In fact, she did absolutely nothing to serve her country - and to be
fair, few high-school textbooks even mention her name anymore,
although elementary schools still honor her as First Seamstress.
Patrick Henry? Mr. Give-Me-Liberty-or-Give-Me-Death?
Eight months after declaring that historic pronouncement, Patrick
Henry commanded "diligent patrols" to prevent
slaves from joining British troops during the Revolutionary War.
The slaves had been offered a sweet deal: freedom in exchange for
fighting against their owners, many of whom were "the
Fathers of our country."
Abraham Lincoln?
Lerone Bennett Jr., editor of Ebony and author of
works on black history such as Before the
Mayflower, asserts in his latest, critically
acclaimed book on Abraham Lincoln (Forced Into Glory: Abraham
Lincoln's White Dream [Johnson Publishing Co., 2000]),
that Lincoln was in his private life a crude bigot
who habitually used the N word and had an insatiable
thirst for blackface-minstrel shows and degrading "darky"
jokes.
He further asserts that Lincoln's fondest dream was of a
"lily-white America without Native Americans, African Americans
and Martin Luther Kings."
Columbus rates his own chapter in Louwen's book.
Not only were over 20 million people already here when Columbus
"discovered" America, but most people in 1492
already knew that - duh! - the earth was round.
Even the dullest slacker watching a ship sail away from any
European port had figured it out years before.
Washington Irving - the Oliver Stone of his day -
popularized the mythology around Columbus, from promoting him as the
"man of science who corrected our faulty geography"
to hyperbolizing everything from Columbus' seafaring adventures to
his death.
Louwen's latest book, Lies Across America: What Our Historic
Sites Get Wrong, takes on the roadside markers, guided tours,
and museums which teach we average Americans their U.S. history.
He highlights "the birthplace cabin of Abraham
Lincoln" in Kentucky, built 30 years after Lincoln's death,
as well as a monument in Idaho dedicated to victims of a
"horrible Indian massacre" - although the massacre
never occurred.
No wonder James starts right off the bat saying,
"Not many of you should become teachers"
(3:1)!
Words yield enormous power.
James Louwen repeatedly illustrates how the choice of a single word
can have an overwhelming impact on history.
Does a textbook call Native Americans
"savage"?
Are slaves described as being "simple-minded"?
Words go beyond political correctness.
They impact historical correctness.
They impact theological correctness!
Words can set a forest ablaze!
(v. 5).
James' letter notes that the untamed tongue can spew fiery
words, staining words, poisonous words, cursing words and sometimes
even blessing words.
What I want to get at here is that we do our darndest to tell the
truth.
For once we start telling less than the truth, it is difficult to
get back on line.
James tells us that teachers are judged by higher standards
because they must use their tongues - those unwieldy little agents
of iniquity.
Fact is, we are all teachers.
Parents are obviously a child's first teacher.
Children teach adults every day.
Strangers teach us all kinds of lessons.
We don't need construction paper and a Bible under our arm to
teach.
We teach others by the words we speak, which is what James is
talking about when -- just preceding this lesson - he tells us
"faith by itself, if it has no works, is dead"
(2:17).
Our language is part of the "works" others notice.
Words in the form of stories we tell about ourselves weigh
heavily upon our perceptions - the way we see the world, the way we
see ourselves, the way we see God.
The reason I start with our nation's history as the place of lies
told, is that if we believe all that we were told, our history and
our destiny all line up in a pretty little package...
and we, of Northern European descent, are simply carrying
out God's will in this our given land.
If we're not careful, we can allow ourselves to believe a very
dishonest story...
Columbus discovered.
There were a few savages here all willing to help the
newcomers...
Things went along, native people moved out west via U-Haul.
Slaves came in boats singing Spirituals.
Then the Continental Congress met, made some decisions, fought a war
we were bound to win against the British because we were the good
guys.
Our nation expanded westward as we immigrated and propagated.
And we roll over 19.5 million native Americans who died of
disease, starvation or violent means brought by Northern
Europeans.
We roll over the people brought in chains from their home lands to
be slaves.
In this telling of the story they are but speed bumps.
It is not difficult to believe we are God's gift to this
land...
and all that it has to offer is for our exploitation and
consumption....
we then enter the land of historically located arrogance.
Makes me think of words the Apostle Paul wrote to the church at
Rome,
"For by the grace given to me I say to everyone among you not
to think of yourself more highly than you ought to think, but to
think with sober judgement, each according to the measure of faith
that God has assigned
(12:3)
Or to the Galatians,
"Share each other's troubles and problems, and in this way obey
the law of Christ.
If you think you are too important to help someone in need, you are
only fooling yourself.
You are really a nobody."
(6:2-3)
Or to Timothy,
"As for those who in the present age are comforted by
money, remind them not to be haughty, or to set
their hopes on the uncertainty of their wealth, but
rather on God... tell them to use their money for good,
they should be rich in giving to those in need."
As I read this, and as I hear the teachings of the car
commercials, and the SUV commercials...
We all have seen the commercial where a couple comes out of the
restaurant on their first date and she uses her reflection in a nice
car window to check her look.
It's not his car.
His is the Ford Tempo behind that car.
And he acts ashamed.
The announcer says, "Time to buy a Galant."
And the message is, "It's all about look and
image."
As I look on the catalogues that come in the mail offering all
sorts of stuff I didn't know I needed until I looked in the
catalogue...
You know if you go to the racetrack all you can buy
at the race track are Pepsi products, and yet
there are ads for Pepsi products.
They are reminding you of your thirst, your desire.
I become sad.
Because what my life may be saying is that it's more
important for me to buy this stuff that I desire, that I
have been taught to thirst for, than it is for me to make
sure people are getting fed... their real thirst being
quenched...
that it's more important for me to buy this stuff that I
desire than to ponder the effect on the environment to
make it, drive it or discard it when it no longer quenches my
thirst...
And as we practice it, we teach it to our children and our
neighbor's children.
I get scared because in the end, I fear we will have
to explain to the rest of God's creation why we were so
haughty, so clear that their suffering came second behind our desire
to consume.
The sin we are committing is buying things before giving...
based on a core belief that we can act and order our lives as if we
stand alone on this planet.
And have you thought about what evil is?
Evil is doing wrong -- sinning -- which is
forgivable, but evil happens when we sin and don't ask
forgiveness, evil happens when we sin and call it good.
When we teach ourselves that we are simply fulfilling our
destiny by fulfilling our desires, we fool ourselves into
believing it is inevitable, it is natural selection at
work on a national level,
we continue a lie
that has been told for as long as anyone can
remember.
We are teaching ourselves to forget how to think there is
anything but us... we no longer know how to blush.
The only time the word "blush" shows up in
the bible is in making reference to people who don't know how to
blush.
Jeremiah says it this way,
Therefore the showers have been withheld, and no spring rains have
fallen.
Yet you have the brazen look of a prostitute; you refuse to
blush with shame.
(Jeremiah 3:3)
Are they ashamed of their loathsome conduct?
No, they have no shame at all; they do not even know how to
blush..." says the LORD.
(Jeremiah 8:12)
I think we need to be careful that we not become a showcase
for all the nations of the world to look on as an example of
"...gaining the whole world but losing our soul."
I think there is a consistency throughout the bible regarding God's
preference for people who give life and lose life and gain life.
I think we would be wiser to take a more humble approach to telling
our story and asserting our place in history.
There is another way...
of the one who makes the lion lie down with the lamb instead of
consuming the lamb.
of the one who gives bread daily to those in the wilderness,
of the one who beats swords into plowshares.
Illustrations I found in preparing for this Soul Talk
Looking back on her childhood, author Anne Lamott
discovers that some people believed in God as a borderline
personality.
"It was like believing in the guy who ran the dime store,
someone with a kind face but who was always running behind and had
already heard every one of your lame excuses a dozen times before -
why you didn't have a receipt, why you hadn't noticed the product's
flaw before you bought it.
This God could be loving and reassuring one minute, sure that you
had potential, and then fiercely disappointed the next, noticing
every little mistake and just in general what a fraud you really
were.
He was a God whom his children could talk to, confide in and trust,
unless his mood shifted suddenly and he decided instead to blow up
Sodom and Gomorrah."
-Anne Lamott, Traveling Mercies (New York: Anchor Books,
1999), 7-8.
"The whole of Western history can be read through the prism
of John's Apocalypse," says historian [Bernard] McGinn,
coeditor of a recent three-volume Encyclopedia of
Apocalypticism.
In the 12th century, for example, the Crusaders saw the
recapture of Jerusalem from the Muslims as a defeat of the
Antichrist.
Christopher Columbus set sail thinking his voyage to India would
hasten the return of Christ to earth.
For the same reason, Oliver Cromwell readmitted Jews to England
after the English civil war, thinking his victory would establish
the New Jerusalem on British soil.
Isaac Newton wrote a book on the Biblical prophecy, hoping to prove
that "the world is governed by providence."
"In Puritan New England, America's greatest theologian,
Jonathan Edwards, studied John's Apocalypse and
calculated that the millennium of Christ's kingdom on earth would
begin in the year 2000.
-Kenneth L. Woodward, "The Way the World Ends,"
Newsweek, November 1, 1999, 69.
In the 1960s, Tokyo's largest department store decided to have
its first-ever Christmas display.
On the first day of Advent, the management called in the VIPs of the
city's British colony for an unveiling.
The nonplused bigwigs were confronted by the biggest Santa they had
ever seen ... nailed to a cross.
Last year, this delightful tale - possibly apocryphal -
inspired the McGillicuddy Clan's float in the Christmas parade at
Hamilton, New Zealand.
The cross was adorned with foliage in the manner of the Swedish
midsummer Stang festival.
The float was excluded as "bad taste and contrary to the spirit
of Christmas."
-"Santa Crucified," Christchurch Press, 1993,
www.urbanlegends.com.
In first grade, Mr. Lohr said my purple teepee wasn't realistic
enough, that purple was no color for a tent, that purple
was a color for people who died, that my drawing wasn't good enough to
hang with the others.
I walked back to my seat counting the swish swish swishes of my
baggy corduroy trousers.
With a black crayon, nightfall came to my purple tent in the middle
of an afternoon.
In second grade, Mr. Barta said, "Draw anything."
He didn't care what.
I left my paper blank and when he came around to my desk, my heart
beat like a tom-tom while he touched my head with his big hand and
in a soft voice said,
"The snowfall. How clean and white and beautiful."
-Jack Canfield, Mark Victor Hansen, A 2nd Helping of Chicken Soup
for the Soul (Deerfield Beach: Heath Communications, 1995), 211.
After St. Louis Rams receiver Isaac Bruce made the game-winning
touchdown against the Tennessee Titans in the Super Bowl, he gave
credit to God.
"It was all God.
I knew I had to make an adjustment on the ball, and God did the
rest."
Sports fans are accustomed to this kind of piety.
Players regularly kneel to pray in the end zone, point to the
heavens in thanksgiving after a touchdown, and offer "Thank
you, Jesus" for victory in the postgame interview.
Though we hesitate to criticize any passion for praising
God, we do wonder on such occasions if the one being
praised is the God of Jesus Christ - the God who disciplines those he
loves and who sends rain on the just and unjust - or some more
domesticated gridiron god.
Can we really discern just how God is acting in the ups and downs of
life?
More to the point:
If God was positioning the Rams for a touchdown, what did God have
against the Titans?
-Editorial, "God squad," The Christian
Century, February 16, 2000, 171.
Pope Joan - legendary female pontiff, was said to have reigned as
John VIII from 855 to 858 until her male disguise was exploded by
labor pains.
In fact, Benedict III succeeded Leo IV in 855 after a period of only
a few weeks.
One of the earliest forms of the legend is found in
the 13th century by Stephen of Bourbon; according to him,
Joan was elected pope in Rome in c. 1100, but upon giving
birth during a papal procession to the Lateran Church, her imposture
was discovered and she was taken out of the city and stoned to
death.
She was often known as Agnes or Gilberta or simply remained
anonymous until the name Joan became the standard form in the 14th
century ....
The legend was accepted as historical for many centuries and
seized upon by Protestant reformers in the 16th and 17th
centuries, but after the 18th century the myth began to lose
credibility.
-Dave Wilton, citing Larousse's Dictionary of
World Folklore,
www.urbanlegends.com
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