I am, after all, amphibious, you know. Bifurcated.
At times I’m overwhelmed by the many, varied pulls on That Which Is Me. Mom, wife, sister, daughter, teacher. Comfort, companionship, obedience, leadership. Humans like to have things organized, defined, clear, not to walk in the gray. We make absolute statements to assure ourselves that we’re right. We know the answers: tolerance, diversity, unity.
It doesn’t help, I suppose, that I speak two languages daily, attend two churches, divide my attention between two kids, and teach in two universities. I’m always a stranger in someone’s strange land. Body and spirit, mind and matter.
But therein lies the difficulty.
Inclusion necessitates compromise, this balancing act of passionately believing something while passionately loving people. It’s a balance frequently misunderstood, maligned, and undervalued. Disagreement does not necessitate despising those who hold opposing views, however. Or worse, acting on them.
So in all this Obamachination, (or Obasm if you prefer that one) I have to wonder…what is inclusion going to cost us? To be more specific, how does a President who promises to be inclusive balance the other half of us who don’t hope in…some vague notion of hope? Those of us who hope in something else? Because Obamessiah will act- even though 45% of Americans voted against him.
I want to like President McDreamy. Really I do. But how does that work exactly when I’m standing on the opposite side of the see-saw?