Cold, Heartless Beastie

There’s this reporter type who’s been asking to meet with me for almost a year now, and today our schedules intersected–directly after a really, really long tennis match, during which I may have dislocated my entire right arm and maybe my ankle, too; I’ll let you know tomorrow, when I can’t get out of  bed.

Unfortunately he brought along his camera. And took pictures.

I’m pretty sure it was bad enough that even though I’m curious about what he’ll write, there is no power on earth strong enough to compel me to buy that paper. I’m pretty much in denial about what I look like, post-tennis. My children describe it as, “grotesque”. (That’s a direct quote.)

The curiosity part stems from the strange bend of our conversation. It’s hard to read a reporter–they are, after all, supposed to be fair and unbiased, right?

But at one point he sat back in his chair and looked me up and down.

“Huh,” he said. “I would have never expected a Republican to say that.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, “Republicans don’t believe in education?”

“No, no, I never said that,” he protested. “I just would expect to hear that coming out of the mouth of a liberal.”

“Hear what?”

“Well, about helping your students that way.”

Because apparently Republicans are cold, heartless beasts? Really? That is why Republicans are out of power in this country. It’s a stereotype–and it’s a strong one–but I don’t believe for one minute that it’s representative, any more than I believe that Nancy Pelosi is representative of every Democrat.

I’m the very first person who will  say that an immigrant student should be taught English–but I also think that student ought to do everything in their power to hold on to their mother tongue. I’ll go toe-to-toe with anyone who thinks a single mother ought not to have enough food on the table to feed her kids, and access to medical care for them. I don’t believe you should be able to treat someone like a second-class citizen because they are different from you. I don’t own a gun and hope I never need to.

Those things don’t make me liberal. They make me human. I think most Americans, Democrat and Republican, share similar values–we just disagree on how to reach those goals. I don’t agree with a lot of the dogma on both sides of the aisle, but in the end, I’m a Republican because I’m not a Democrat. I agree with more of the stances over here than I do over there. And if that isn’t cold-hearted enough, fire me; I’ll be the first in line to sign that pink slip.

I actually have an evil fantasy about fair week. I’ve never really paid attention before, but apparently in the past, the Democrat and Republican booths have been pretty competitive–even combative, at times. I think that this year, I might cut short our family vacation by a couple hours and come home early, just so I can go visit the last day of fair and mess with protocol–maybe saunter across the midway,  introduce myself to the chair of the Democrats, drink some of their lemonade, and try to understand their position on things more clearly.  Come on people.  We aren’t enemies.

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