Exposing maggots, planting grass: Toward a civil society

(originally posted, long ago, at daily Kos.  Offered here, with some changes, in the spirit of the season)

Reading dailyKos and docudharma can be depressing and scary.  A lot of people here are exposing a lot of maggots, and it’s scary to see what’s under the rocks.  Necessary, but scary.  But it’s not enough to expose maggots.  We must also plant grass.  Otherwise, our landscape will be just a lot of upturned rocks and dirt.

Most people aren’t devils or gods, they’re just ordinary shmoes trying to get along in the world, not thinking too much, just putting food on the table and themselves in a chair before a TV.  They listen to what their leaders say because it’s easy, and they don’t question because that’s hard.  They aren’t evil, but they won’t lead.

Winning the hearts and minds of the leaders of the opposition may be impossible; but winning the hearts and minds of these people – the ordinary people – is possible.  We just have to plant some grass.

I have some ideas below the fold.  But not nearly enough.  I need your help – this community’s help.  Together we do have the brains, the talent, and the wherewithal to plant a lot of grass. The seeds are there.

I have sometimes played a game with myself:

Suppose you had a fortune.  A Gates-like fortune.  What would you do?

One thing I’d like to do is start rewarding acts that promote a civil society.  What do I mean?  What acts would promote such a society?  It could be a lot of things.  In another thread yesterday, I posted about a story I remembered about a town in Montana where they put a stop to bigotry.  Naturally, a kog tracked it down – thanks word is bond, and here it is: Billings.


   NOT IN OUR TOWN is the inspiring documentary film about the residents of Billings, Montana who responded to an upsurge in hate violence by standing together for a hate-free community. In 1993, hate activities in Billings reached a crescendo. KKK fliers were distributed, the Jewish cemetery was desecrated, the home of a Native American family was painted with swastikas, and a brick was thrown through the window of a six-year-old boy who displayed a Menorah for Hanukkah.

   Rather than resigning itself to the growing climate of hate, the community took a stand. The police chief urged citizens to respond before the violence escalated any further. Religious groups from every denomination sponsored marches and candlelight vigils. The local labor council passed a resolution against racism, anti-Semitism and homophobia. Members of the local Painters Union pitched in to paint over racist graffiti. The local newspaper printed full-page Menorahs that were subsequently displayed in nearly 10,000 homes and businesses. The community made an unmistakable declaration: “Not in Our Town.” Since then, no serious acts of hate violence have been reported in Billings.

 

You can buy the film here

There are other people like that police chief.  People we don’t hear about.  Let’s find them.  Let’s reward them.  Let’s give them publicity.  

Or what happened to the people in a small town in Tennessee where one person decided they didn’t know enough about differences: I wrote about The great film that came out of this.

Let’s distribute those films. Buy a copy or two.  Send them off to someone somewhere.  

Another is the simple acts of random kindness that go on each day, that we see, here and there, like the type of thing that AlanF reported on in Rena, Lungfish and a Stolen Hat .  Good acts.  Acts that promote tolerance.  Acts that promote a civil society.

These people are rare, but they aren’t unknown.  Even if only 1 in 1,000 Americans are like that – well that’s 300,000 people.  We can find them.  We can publicize them.

It’s necessary, of course, to expose the maggots.  I applaud the work that many kogs do to expose them.  But, while it is necessary to expose the maggots, it is our own act of bigotry to assume that everything that lives under the rock is and always will be a maggot.  Some are just people who have never seen light.  

But I need your help.  I know nothing about marketing.  I bet there are kogs who do.  I don’t know that many good stories.  But I bet there are kogs who do.  

Thanks for reading

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    • plf515 on December 24, 2007 at 02:06
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    there are good people out there.  And in here.

    Whether you celebrate Channukah, Christmas, Kwanzaa, solstice, or nothing, I hope this is in the spirit of the season.

  1. … as a maggot hunter, I find it is not incompatible to also be a grass planter!

    ‘Cause I find that those folks who seemingly are only interested in watching the tee-vee suddenly appear a lot more alert when they actually receive real information.

    I think the citizen response to the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina proved that.

    After all, that town in Billings first had to expose the maggot of hatred before they could plant the grass of love.  (sorry for bad metaphor)

    I’m glad you decided to post this again, plf515.  I think the year ahead is going to be a challenging one, and these kinds of essays will help us meet those challenges.

    • Tigana on December 24, 2007 at 02:16

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  2. of an essay a friend of mine wrote quite a while ago after spending some time with people I get to work with every day. She called it Getting Next to Greatness. And I’m reminded again how lucky I am to spend so much time around the “grass growers.”

    • Robyn on December 24, 2007 at 03:18

    There was a movie made about what has happened since I left.

    Here’s a blog that has some of the story.

    Here’s the movie (Real Player version), which is 50 minutes long, preceded by some commercials.

    A copy can be purchased here.

    It sort of is in keeping with this evening’s Sunday music retrospective, which features Chanticleer.

  3. …and could not agree more.  There has to be a positive vision of the future, of what people can become.  Outrage is a terrible motivator to anything but the nearest cliff or sofa, at least for me…but to hope for something, that’s hard — and transformative.

    Where it breaks down for me in blogworld — so many people seem to have nationalistic visions of what we’re hoping for.  A better America!  And I just don’t care.  Or this or that one issue — and I do care, but immediately see the structural inherency of the problem, and it’s overwhelming.  I think what I want to be fighting for is the immanent worth of all human beings, without exception…that people everywhere, and in the specific, have lives worth living.  I wish we articulated that more often and more effectively.

    Anyway, a positive read.  

  4. Seed can be broadcast on barren ground but little will succeed.

    The most obvious prejudice today against any ethnic groups is against undocumented migrants and then it is uneven.  Cubans get a semi-welcome while Haitians are despised.  Once the INS began a drive to ferret out undocumented Irish immigrants in Massachusetts and got slapped down hard.

    Where are the voices raised in anger against mistreatment of people that help us far more than harm us?  There is no lack whatever of hatred spewing from the MSM and only little counterbalance.

    John McCain is making a rousing return from the grave but most everybody seems to acknowledge that the anchor most likely to keep him from a nomination is that there is not enough virulence in his programs against undocumented workers.  McCain favors punishment for the alien intruders that are mostly returning to their ancestral lands but not enough say his critics.

    Good to plant seeds.  

    Helps mightily to prepare the ground.

    Best,  Terry

  5. are written on this site, yours, plf515, is something we

    can all do.   Random acts of kindness are so easy to do, rarely cost anything and mean so much.  And oddly, they make you feel really good.  The kind of seed anyone can sow…

  6. maybe not a total answer but some reason for hope.

    http://www.angellabsllc.com/

    While planting grass would normally signify a good thing I am sitting here wondering if plowing up the lawn and doing a victory garden is more appropriate.

  7. with the magnitude of what’s under the rock, the giant rock that is foisted on us all as progress or inevitable or globalization or security. What can I do? or there is nothing you can do. I hear theses phrases a lot. The fear generated is everywhere it pumps out of TV’s, it sells products, fake diseases, pols, bombs and hatred, and stuff to compensate for your soul. Misplaced fear.

    For me the scale is important, I can look to my community and city for solutions , for answers to problems that face us globally. As they used to say Think global, Act local. It’s easier to raise consciousness when people can see the edges of their world and the effects in real life of the solutions. The maggots in your own home are more easily dealt with then those of somewhere so vast and powerful you turn away.

    I have always been a hothead rebel type. I am learning that I need to approach people differently in my circle of community if I want them to listen. I need to tackle the little world which hooks into the big world. Tolerance is required and patience. People are stating to see the effects of the mess out their windows and the reality does not match their dreams.              

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