I am writing this column after attending a meeting with clergy colleagues planning a Black Friday action at a Walmart store in North Bergen, NJ. Black Friday is the name given to the day after Thanksgiving when people, having consumed vast quantities of food the day before and stockpiled leftovers to see them through the weekend, get a jump on their Christmas shopping. Prices are marked down, shoppers line up before dawn, and stores hope to make a profit, ending the day “in the black,” as opposed to “the red” of non-holiday losses.
We clergy and our members, Walmart workers and social justice activists, as well as union workers will congregate in the parking lot to hold an interfaith service with plenty of preaching and singing about the human right to earn a living wage and the responsibility of consumers to choose ethically. Deeply discounted products are important to families on tight budgets, and it’s a “hard sell” to ask them to support store owners who respect their employees, instead of those who provide information about how to get food stamps and find the nearest homeless shelter. Ours is a call to action, awakening and quickening the conscience of people who celebrate the holidays by purchasing gifts for family and friends that sometimes put them into debt. It is a consciousness-raising action about the meaning of holidays. What is it we celebrate and why do some people believe they are occasions for waging war or imagining that war is being waged against them?
I grew up celebrating Christmas. We cut down an evergreen tree from the back lot and hauled it to the house on a toboggan. It dried out and warmed up in the basement near the wood-burning stove until we took it upstairs to the living room, plunked it in the tree stand, and started the nostalgic and raucous activity of decorating. We also put out milk and cookies for Santa and attended midnight mass at St. Anne’s church where we had all been baptized. And, of course, we woke up early on Christmas Day to open the presents that had appeared under the tree overnight.
I shared this tradition with my children and, because ours is an interfaith family, we also celebrated Chanukah by lighting candles in the menorah, spinning dreidels, and eating potato latkes. At the Brooklyn Society for Ethical Culture, we added Winter Solstice and Kwanzaa to our festivities. What a wonderful time of year with all of these diverse holidays, each with its own stories and symbols, rituals and music. We learned so much and respected those for whom these traditions held such profound meaning.
So imagine my surprise when I learned that there was a “War on Christmas.” At first I thought it was a campaign to raise awareness of rampant consumerism, of store doors being ceremoniously opened on Black Friday and people trampling over bodies in their haste to enter. I thought it was an effort to restore meaning to a Christian holiday. Instead I learned that it was invented in the early 2000s by conservative commentators like Bill O’Reilly to denote what they claimed were Christmas-related controversies, the most egregious being store employees wishing customers “Happy Holidays” instead of “Merry Christmas.” I was dumbfounded. According to them, Christmas was being censored, avoided or discouraged by retailers, schools and other public organizations. Other holidays were being recognized – and advertised. Yes, people other than Christians were celebrating winter holidays other than Christmas, and some didn’t celebrate anything at all: this was the “War on Christmas.” Conservative religious groups and media, e.g., the American Family Association and Fox News have called for boycotts of retailers that don’t explicitly use the term “Christmas” in their advertising and in-store marketing.
And this new tradition has taken hold. There are websites dedicated to it, and some people are passionate about spreading the word. I’m spreading a different word: Diversity. Let’s embrace it and celebrate it this season in all its glorious array. Let’s learn about other traditions and create new ones that emphasize compassion and generosity, community and understanding.
When I was a child, we sang a song about Christopher Columbus and his crew, who in 1492 sailed the ocean blue to open up a new trade route to India and instead “discovered” America, naming its inhabitants Indians. We celebrated with a long holiday weekend the arrival of the first immigrants. We didn’t sing about the people who were already here, who cherished the land of their ancestors, and whose lives were forever changed by the greed and aggression of European immigrants.
Years later I learned that the Haudenosaunee, whom the French called Iroquois, dwelled in the land where I grew up and formed a mighty – and peaceful – confederacy of six nations centuries before Columbus landed. Their constitution is often described as the oldest participatory democracy in the world, blending law and values; society and nature are equal partners and each plays an important role. Although the U.S. Constitution used the confederacy as a model, it included neither nature nor man’s other equal partner – woman. The Declaration of Independence referred to them as “the merciless Indian Savages.”
Songwriter Nancy Schimmel updated the song we sang as children in these verses excerpted from “1492”:
In fourteen hundred ninety-two
Columbus sailed the ocean blue,
It was a courageous thing to do
But someone was already here. . .
It isn’t like it was empty space,
Caribs met him face to face. . .
Columbus was lost, the Caribs were not;
We are all immigrants or descended from immigrants. Since humanity originated in Africa, even indigenous people migrated here, and people continue to arrive for myriad reasons. If we are to continue calling this “our” land, then we must acknowledge that reality and commit ourselves to welcoming those who wish to make our home their home, too. Embrace people from other lands who want to throw their lot in with ours to make our shared home a better place.
One way members of the NY Society can make a difference is to support the New York State Immigration Coalition (http://www.thenyic.org/), whose mission is to achieve “a fairer and more just society that values the contributions of immigrants and extends opportunity to all.”
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In my role as Leader of the New York Society, I am called upon to make public statements about local and world events, either to clarify an ethical position or give my personal opinion. It is important that we stay current and join the conversation. But this summer I have been silent. The violence has been so overwhelming that I felt both paralyzed and too full of feelings to write anything meaningful. And then I reflected upon my day and knew.
Yesterday was New Student Orientation at Columbia University. I staffed the University Chaplain’s table with two colleagues for two hours in the blazing sun, greeting freshmen and their parents from across the country – and not a few from among NYC’s five boroughs. We handed out literature and swag (pens and plastic bracelets decorated with faith logos); we chatted with them about their dreams.
Yesterday was also Michael Brown’s memorial service. He and his parents did not participate in any school’s New Student Orientation, although he, too, had dreams. With his hands in the air, he was shot to death on a street in Ferguson, Missouri and left there for four hours while the police officer who killed him waited for back-up. His parents, who rushed to the scene as soon as they heard the news, were not allowed to go to him. They were not allowed to cradle the body of their beloved son.
Eric Garner had dreams for his children and also will not be the “helicopter parent” that colleges fear: the ones who “hover” over their children, loathe to let them go, even though they know they must. His children will grow up without a father because he was killed on a street on Staten Island. While he gasped, “I can’t breathe,” a police officer killed him with a chokehold.
These men were black; their killers white – police officers, civil servants charged with the responsibility of protecting the lives of people in the communities they serve. Now the men who ended their lives may be charged with homicide.
We hold these individuals responsible, but we must also hold the systems in which they work responsible, as well as the culture in which we live that still values one color skin over another. All of us must take responsibility. But how?
Some people took to the streets; others called press conferences, gave media interviews and wrote opinion pieces. Families, friends and neighbors called for justice and were joined by people across the country and around the world. They sent condolences, wrote letters to politicians, and signed petitions for policy changes. One petition demanded that a Missouri judge recuse himself from hearing the case of Brown’s shooter since his father, a police officer, had been killed by an African- American. So divided are we, so suspicious and untrusting, that we cannot imagine a court officer upholding his sworn duty. The social fabric of our nation, this United States, has again been shredded. How do we salvage it?
I don’t know, but I am a pastor, so I know that we must first stop, breathe and grieve. In the midst of so much violence and hatred, we must embrace the sorrow and weep. We must embrace one another and listen deeply to what is needed. Only then can we act.
Stark is the contrast between the idyllic university town of Oxford, England and the places where many of the speakers at the World Humanist Congress, held there in August, toil on behalf of basic human rights. I stayed at Keble College, an ivy-covered brick complex with the requisite porter’s lodge, chapel, dining hall and secret gardens. Founded in 1870, it is modern compared to other colleges formed as early as the 13th century (although teaching in Oxford began two centuries earlier). Strolling down the cobble-stoned streets and socializing in the time-worn pubs provide the visitor with an almost other-worldly experience. Listening to activists from Bangladesh, Brazil, India, Indonesia and several African countries disturbed this tranquility with an awareness of how dangerous the world can be for those who dare to think for themselves. Their lives, families and homes have been threatened. Some have sought refuge in safer places; others risk everything daily.
The theme of the 2014 Congress was “Freedom of Thought and Expression: Forging a 21st Century Enlightenment.” There was celebration, to be sure, of the tenacity of free thought through the ages, for which Oxford was an appropriate setting. Several esteemed scholars elucidated Humanism’s history and predicted its future. There was entertainment by Humanist choruses from Norway and the UK, as well as Sanderson Jones cracking wise at an early morning Sunday Assembly, which he co-founded with Pippa Evans. Workshops highlighted the progress of Humanist communities around the world. And, as hoped, participants strengthened existing networks and forged new friendships. I was especially pleased to see Nigerian Leo Igwe and Pakistani Gulalai Ismail again; both visited NYSEC earlier this year. The Oxford Declaration on Freedom of Thought and Expression (http://whc2014.org.uk/oxford-declaration/) was passed by delegates on the last day.
What will stay with me, and what I bring home to you, are the words of those people whose commitment to the ideals and values of Humanism – critical thinking and education, mutual respect and compassion, human rights and social justice – put them in the crosshairs of powerful enemies.
Nobel prize-winning Nigerian writer Wole Soyinka accepted his International Humanist of the Year award with these words: “It’s considered virtuous by some to abduct 200 girl pupils from a sanctuary of learning in the name of a religion. . .The lesson of Boko Haram is not for any one nation. It is not for the African continent alone. The whole world should wake up to the fact that the menace is borderless, aggressive and unconscionable.” (Full speech at http://iheu.org/wole-soyinkas-international-humanist-award-acceptance-speech-full-text/)
My young friend Gulalai Ismail (photo below) founded Aware Girls when she was 16 to provide a leadership platform for young women and girls of Khyber Pakhtunkhwa in northwest Pakistan. She now has ten years of experience in challenging patriarchy, gender discrimination and religious extremism. Her work promotes peace and pluralism by providing civic education to young people. As she says, “I offer a space where young women can come together and they can speak for their rights. If we can’t speak for ourselves, nothing will change.”
Finally, Leo Igwe (whom I also heard give a presentation to the London Black Atheists at Conway Hall, home of the London Ethical Society, a few days later) has been physically attacked many times for his work on witchcraft issues in Africa. “It is taken to be a dangerous occupation. It is a minefield,” said Leo. “When you are living in this situation, you need allies, you need supporters. You need people to say to you, ‘I love what you’re doing.’”
We must be their allies. We must support the work they do.
One way is to donate to the International Humanist and Ethical Union at http://iheu.org/support/make-a-donation/. Remember: We are the “Ethical” in IHEU’s name, having co-founded this organization in 1952 (http://iheu.org/humanism/the-amsterdam-declaration/). Learn more about its work around the world and consider attending the next World Humanist Congress in 2017 in Sao Paulo, Brazil.
with Gulalai Ismail, founder of Aware Girls, Pakistan
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