Why I won’t vote for the lesser evil

In the last GOP primary the evangelicals had Huckabee–a jocular ex-Baptist pastor so likable that even The Liberal Media had to remind themselves they thought him insane. This year, the most obvious evangelical choices–Bachmann and Perry–limped along with little support until their candidacies died. Scrambling to anoint a candidate, a group of evangelical kingmakers met to choose one and picked the most evangelical of the non-evangelical GOP candidates: Rick Santorum.

At this point, Santorum should be the obvious choice for a family values voter. He has a perfect family, an impeccable record of not just opposing abortion but actively fighting it, and lets none of the Catholic Church’s teachings on social justice and compassion besmirch his staunch conservatism. He even has, as David Gibson and many evangelical leaders point out, an evangelical style.

So why, if Santorum is the perfect evangelical candidate (despite not actually being an evangelical), did South Carolina evangelicals go for Newt instead, a serial adulterer of the ilk they loathed in the 1990s? Why did they overwhelmingly favor someone who embodies the very disease they want to stop–the destruction of the heterosexual family?

Because electability matters to evangelicals. In South Carolina, nearly half of evangelical voters said the ability to beat Obama mattered most to them as they made their choice–and over half of them decided Gingrich was their guy–not Santorum, the “squeaky clean family man.” Electability matters a lot–more, it seems, than character (only 21 percent of evangelicals said it mattered most) and more than fighting for the candidate who actually perfectly represents and fights for their views in every way. This will carry over to the general election: if Romney wins the nomination, evangelicals will vote for him despite knowing he doesn’t give a damn about abortion or gay marriage and lacks any core of integrity. When it comes to Romney and Obama, they’ll choose the lesser evil.

But why? Why always vote for the lesser evil?

I’m becoming interested–as I look at the political field and see almost no one in either party who represents me–in treating my vote not as a choice between two evils but as an honest reflection of my own principles, my own values, and my own priorities. I’m tired of seeing my vote as an opportunity to carefully balance various interests and win the most amount of good while doing the least amount of harm. I would like to see my vote as a principled stand, even if casting my vote means “throwing it away” on someone who can’t win.

In a country where corporations get many, many more votes with their millions of dollars and where Super PACS hold the power to dictate debate, a vote is all we little ordinary citizens have left. It’s the one last reminder that we are supposed to live in a democracy where everyone holds the same amount of power–a single vote–to express their views. We should use it to protest the establishment.

And I’m tired of an establishment where we have two voting options. Particularly if you’re a left-leaning liberal or a center-leaning conservative, there is no fair option at all. As Ryan Lizza pointed out in his recent New Yorker article, analysis shows that House Republicans have moved six times as far to the right as House Democrats have moved to the left. Senate Republicans have moved twice as far to the right as Senate Democrats have moved to the left. This means we have a system that represents only the far right and the somewhat left leaning center. Our “assymetrically polarized” two party system gives no option for the rest of us–except to vote outside the two party system.

A record high 40% of Americans identify as Independents. We should vote independently.

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God in a Brothel: The Superhero Fight to Save Trafficked Victims

When Focus on the Family decided to start reaching out to a quickly dwindling millennial audience, it launched “Rising Voice” with a a discussion of sex trafficking. I remember watching them try desperately to steer their Facebook discussions away from gay marriage and abortion and back to sex trafficking with the assurance that they would discuss all that later. Those discussions came, and Rising Voice quickly took the same old predictable stances on gay marriage, premarital sex, capitalism, traditional gender roles and health care reform. (The Women’s Health discussion was particularly sad: “There are many areas we could cover, but we want to narrow it down to two: abortion and egg donation.”)

When the religious right is trying to rebrand itself for a younger audience, starting with a discussion of sex trafficking feels like an overly eager attempt to establish social justice cred: “See? We care about something besides gay marriage and abortion! We didn’t even put them first.” And the subsequent discussion tends to fall far short.

For one thing, conservative Christians tend to approach sex trafficking with the view that it’s all about sex—the lust of the human soul and sexual appetites. True, but sex trafficking also happens because societies treat women like chattel and because people are desperate, hungry and miserably poor—factors much harder for the religious right to address. Parents hand over their kids to traffickers because their children are naked and starving and the traffickers promise better lives. Girls hand over their passports because their hope for decent work outweighs their better judgment. Fathers sell their own daughters into slavery because the fathers’ souls have been swallowed up by the abject fight for survival. Sin feeds on the desperate and starving first.

In Daniel Walker’s God in a Brothel: An Undercover Journey into Sex Trafficking and Rescue, I was glad to find an honest and human account of one man’s effort to save trafficked women. Walker worked as an undercover investigator for several unnamed Christian sex trafficking rescue organizations—going into the brothels, secretly recording his interactions with the pimps and women, and then working with local law enforcement to rescue trafficking victims.

The book is gripping and it barrels forward with shocking, emotional scenes. It brings the plight of the trafficked close with stories of suffering told not by second or third hand sources but by the man who sat there with a hidden microphone on his body, pretending to be pleased when brothel owners brought out pig-tailed seven year old girls and offered them up as his playthings and property.

Walker’s raw honesty makes the book. He is honest about the shortcomings of the ministries he was working for—that in some ways they plunged in with a great deal of zeal and not enough wisdom, especially as to how they should care for him when the tragedies he witnessed burdened and isolated him. He was honest about the personal toll that a passion—even a good, righteous passion—can take.  And in a shocking turn of the story, he is honest about the fact that superheroes, just like he aspired to be, can have flaws.

I am not quite convinced that the method his organizations used–intervening one case at a time instead of addressing the problem in a more holistic way–were always the wisest or the best use of resources. Time after time in the book, rescued women and children slip through the hands of law enforcement or right back into slavery. He calls the aftercare in one city “an abysmal failure” when 24 rescued children disappeared right back into the streets within days–some of them runaways and others released or asked to leave for their “unruly” behavior.

Still I credit Walker’s argument that it is better to do something—anything—to rescue a few individuals than to do nothing at all. I am wholly sympathetic to his belief that you can wait for poverty to be solved–or you can swoop in now and save one or two or a dozen girls from a life of exploitation and violence. Walker did so–and his story is compelling in its warmth and honesty.

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Culture war, shell shock

Few people watched when the Evangelical Lutheran Church of America fell apart two years ago in Minneapolis, but I did.

One convention delegate said he was, for at least a few more hours, a pastor in the church and that he stood “broken, mournful” over what the assembly was about to decide. Another pastor spoke, opposed to the first man, with the same heavy sorrow, and pleaded for sympathy without judgment: “I so want to be understood.”

They debated. They prayed. They voted, with 559 in favor of allowing openly gay clergy, and 451 against it. Then they sang a hymn and prayed once more — some for the very last time together — and then they fell apart.

Battles fought in the public square are eventually fought in church. When, as a former culture warrior, I lost the fervor to tell other people how to live their lives in the public square, it was only a matter of time before I lost the fervor to tell others how to act out their faith in church. When I changed my politics, I found I had to change my church. And so the stories about how I left behind conservatism and tales about how I left behind evangelicalism are intertwined.

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The Poverty Blackout

I was talking to a friend the other day—someone who was there through many of the adventures that take place in my book—who is, at long last, taking a class about poverty. “It’s kind of insane,” she said. “My heart has never been broken over poverty before.”

I said yes, poverty wasn’t something we as young evangelicals learned to have compassion about. In fact it wasn’t something we were taught about, period. It wasn’t something we thought about or talked about or heard sermons about at all. And the more I thought about this, the stranger it seemed to me.

When you spend your whole life in church you hear sermons on the same story or verse again and again. I may have heard half a dozen on the story of Abraham sacrificing Isaac, quite a few more than I would like to recall on the topic of female submission, and an entire year of sermons on the book of Ephesians (which included quite a few of the sermons on female submission). Yet I don’t remember ever—until I left an evangelical church for a mainline one—hearing a single sermon on poverty.

And yet poverty and wealth is a constant Biblical theme. The Psalmist demands from God to know why the wicked man prospers even as he exploits the weak and innocent. The “wicked deceivers” are “those who trust in their wealth and boast of their great riches.” The wicked man rejects God’s laws but “his ways are prosperous.” God institutes the first welfare system when he issues a government mandate at the more fortunate must leave part of their harvest for the poor. He orders the Israelites not to be “hardhearted or tightfisted” toward the poor. Riches and wickedness often go hand in hand but so do riches and virtue; God blesses people and they prosper.

Of course, Leviticus and the Old Testament prophets aren’t the most popular sources for pastors, so this may be part of the answer. Yet I myself read these Scriptures and they never prompted musings on why people are poor, why people are rich, my personal responsibility to the poor, society’s responsibility to the poor, and whether some people might be rich because they exploited others to get there. I had read the Bible from beginning to end multiple times before I was 12 years old. Why did Scriptures about riches and poverty never make an impression on me?

When it did come up, we mostly discussed Scriptures on riches and were mostly reassured that being rich wasn’t really too bad. “It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for someone who is rich to enter the kingdom of God,” Jesus said. Yes it is very, very difficult, we were reassured,  but not impossible. But why is it difficult? Does the mere possession and seeking of riches corrupt our souls? We never talked about this. “The love of money is the root of all kinds of evil,” said Paul; but not, we were consoled, money itself – just loving it. But how do you get rich without loving money? Is it even possible, and how do you go about doing it? I heard about “stewardship”—my responsibility to manage my own resources wisely, mostly by not getting into very much credit card debt—but nothing about people who had no resources at all. Nothing about how I and society might be responsible for them.

You would think, as often as poverty comes up in the Bible, that I would at least recall a sermon or two that rationalized why we really didn’t care about poverty and why the poor should take care of themselves. But I remember no sermons on poverty at all.

But now, poverty is close and real and happening to people we know and it’s something we are actually afraid of. (Read the ‘We are the 99 Percent’ Tumblr and count the number of young college grads who are saddled with debt, living on food stamps, working 80 hours a week and choosing between eating and paying electric bills.) We look at the people who are barely scraping by and we see ourselves, just one pink slip or scary diagnosis away. We’re finally seeing the people the Bible was talking about all along.

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America’s Sweatshop

I started reading Anand Giridharadas’s column, “The Fraying of a Nation’s Decency” with some hope. It was about a huge corporation we all patronize. He was talking about the way that corporation treats its employees—not thin children working in sweatshops in some far-off place but employees right here, in our own country, packing the very boxes of books and razors we receive from our postmen days later. These men and women work under awful conditions—fainting from the heat, scrambling on their hands and knees, working at an inhuman pace, working while injured. Used, worn out and then terminated for the terrible offense of, oh, having breast cancer. All while Amazon made $34 billion in revenue last year.

Americans assume that degrading working conditions occur only in foreign sweatshops being used by the subcontractor of an overseas vendor of the store where we buy our sweaters—far removed from us. But when we eat McDonalds, that tomato was picked by an immigrant in Florida who is being paid $0.50 per 32 pounds of tomatoes, which means he has to pick 2.25 tons of tomatoes in a single day to earn enough money to add up to a minimum wage. And when we get that Amazon package, it was packaged by someone who possibly fainted in 114 degree heat in the factory where she worked. It’s usually liberal media organizations who care to report that the people on top are squeezing more and more from the people down at the bottom, so I was glad to see the New York Times take it on.

But Giridharadas explanation for this phenomenon is strange. Basically, Amazon is treating its employees so badly because we lack some kind of bond of mystical unity and we’ve lost an empathy that was totally universal before we all suddenly started being so mean to each other. America doesn’t feel like one nation anymore, he says, carefully herding examples of this from every possible corner:

It doesn’t feel like one nation when a company like Amazon, with such resources to its name, treats vulnerable people so badly just because it can. Or when members of a presidential debate audience cheer for a hypothetical 30-year-old man to die because he lacks health insurance. Or when schoolteachers in Chicago cling to their union perks and resist an effort to lengthen the hours of instruction for children that the system is failing. Or when an activist publicly labels the U.S. military, recently made safe for open homosexuals, a “San Francisco military.” Or when most of the television pundits go on with prefabricated scripts to eviscerate their rivals, instead of doing us the honor of actually thinking.

A plea for national unity is a very odd answer to employer brutality. Giridharadas breezes over the real reason Amazon treats its employees so badly—not only because it can but because our system is designed to work this way. Amazon is merely doing what “job creators” are supposed to do—let the profit motive guide its practices and lift us all out of poverty. Amazon treats its employees that way because using people and throwing them away makes more financial sense than treating people like people. It treats its employees like dirt because if the employees talk back, there are hundreds of other desperate, unemployed people who will debase their human dignity because they’re desperate for work anywhere.

Giridharadas deplores all this recrimination and finger-pointing. But his plea for a vague empathy bypasses the fact that in this national fix we are in, some people came out winning and others lost. The winner was Jeff Bezos, who is worth $18.1 billion and has an unending supply of desperate, cheap labor he can exploit and a customer base that is desperate for cheap goods at any human cost. The loser is the 50-year-old guy who walked 15 miles at work every day, was forced to hunt for items to pack at a rate of one item every 30 seconds, and was up and down on his knees 300 times a day before being fired.

This power imbalance is hard to face because I would prefer to believe I can easily opt out of this system and not prop up a structure that gives so much to the people at the top and so little to the people at the bottom. I would like to pretend I’m not part of this system of powerful and powerless, especially because Christianity is not about seeking power and exerting my will over others but about God choosing the weak and lowly over the strong. But I am a part of this system. I might not be Jeff Bezos, but I’m not at the bottom, either. My book is sold on Amazon. I buy from Amazon. And if I stop buying from Amazon it will still make $34 billion in revenues minus maybe $500 a year. I might feel slightly better, but I’ve done nothing to make things better.

I’m not sure what the solution is, honestly. People have struggled to correct these power imbalances for centuries and we should still struggle on. But I think it’s safe to say the solution isn’t to bury these deep injustices with the pleasant thought that we are “still one nation.”

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To the Child Star of PastorMark.TV

My high school years were not kind to me. I was still experiencing residual fashion debacles from my denim jumper stage, I cut my own bangs, and I thought it was cool to dress up as Hillary Clinton for the San Juan County Annual Goat Costume Contest (see chapter three of Raised Right).

But I had one thing going for me. I lived before Facebook, blogs and newspaper Internet archives. The photos of me with jagged bangs and calf-length skirts are stacked deep in a closet, not floating in the cyber-sphere somewhere, and most importantly all of the writing from that stage of my life is recycled into some nice eco-conscious stationery or buried in landfills. This is one, if not the primary, blessing of my teenage years.

So this goes out to Mark Driscoll’s 14-year-old daughter Ashley who will, Mars Hill Church has announced, be blogging at the slick new PastorMark.TV about “how to balance the pressures of high school and staying faithful to Jesus” and “about practical ways to grow spiritually as a teenage girl.”

Oh Ashley. … Don’t do it. Oh Driscoll. … What are you thinking?

We’ve all heard pastors use family anecdotes to illustrate spiritual lessons. The pressure of pastor family branding and temptation to pastor worship is enormous, even in tiny churches. Families crack beneath the pressure or calcify into plastic people with painted smiles and a 35-year supply of C.S. Lewis quotes for their Facebook statuses. There’s a reason PKs have a reputation for going insane.

But this is a whole new level of using your family for spiritual props. This blows the already-big problem of celebrity pastordom to potential Gosselin-Palin proportions. It’s not just Driscoll who’s achieving celebrity or his wife (who had the privilege of not being a minor when she got into all this) but his barely teenage daughter and yes—Driscoll dangles the promise—his other children later, too.

If Driscoll is the one elevating his children to celebrity status, he’s inviting people to invade their privacy. When you use your 14-year-old daughter as a model for how young women should follow Jesus, you lose the ability to plead for grace when she, well, doesn’t follow Jesus quite like everyone thinks she should. If your daughter is blogging about modesty, all her clothing choices are up for debate. If she’s blogging about dating, her offline choices in boys are open for criticism. This is absolutely not right for people to do—I undoubtedly would have needed even more years of therapy if my high school clothing had been open to public criticism—but they will do it. When you turn your children into celebrities you have forfeited your ability to protect them when people treat them…like celebrities.

And then there’s the whole problem of changing your mind. I realize that Driscoll’s welcome post says Ashley’s “heart is to encourage young women to follow Jesus.” I don’t doubt it, but following Jesus is actually very hard—not just hard to do but hard to figure out how to do. You change your mind about it and the older you get and the more complicated life gets, the more you realize what it means and how hard it is.

My old classmate, Hans Zeiger, was dubbed an up and coming religious leader in a 2005 Newsweek story on America’s next generation of leaders. He wrote two books before graduating from college along with dozens of columns for the ultra-ultra-conservative WorldNet Daily. When he ran for state representative he was forced to admit that he would not today write a column calling the Girl Scouts “radical feminists, lesbians, and cookie peddlers” like he did in 2005. I could call up a few dozen of my own examples of incendiary language but fortunately they didn’t end up online and I didn’t end up running for state representative.

Of course, twenty year-olds aren’t the only people who say stupid things. Not so long ago, Mark Driscoll wrote–and swiftly deleted–a Facebook post inviting his fans to mock their “effeminate” worship leaders. He even had to issue a halfway, sort-of, not-really apology for it. It happens; let’s just hope not in front of thousands of people when you’re 14 years old.

I thought the whole point of Driscoll’s macho theology was to be a tough leader who had his family’s best interests at heart. A tough dad—a good dad—would, when his daughter says she would like to exhort thousands of people on how to follow Jesus, say, “No! Go daydream about Frank Sinatra and read Anne of Green Gables.”

Oh wait—that was me.

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How I didn’t “untangle my faith from politics”

As several reviewers of Raised Right have quite fairly pointed out, the subtitle of my book suggests that I “untangled my faith from politics,” but reading the story will give you a different impression. They have a point. I had reservations about the subtitle myself; the publisher and I ran through dozens of alternatives before consensus formed around this one, which makes an imperfect attempt to distill a book and a life into seven words. So here’s a little more about what I mean—and don’t—about “untangling faith from politics.”

First, I had to realize that the Bible does not contain a political platform for the 21st century, a dramatic departure for someone raised in political theology like I was. Although it has plenty to say about broad principles like justice, power, oppression, and mercy, the Bible does not spell out exactly how the the United States tax code should be structured or what we should cut from the FY2012 budget. We don’t know whose taxes Jesus would cut or whose platforms he would endorse, in part because Jesus repeatedly turned down political power, lived in first-century Israel, and hasn’t yet released his jobs plan in either paperback or full-color Kindle form. But despite this uncertainty, the Christian right takes it as self-evident that God supports their crusades against gay marriage, for instance. To a somewhat lesser extent, the Christian Left co-opts religious language to attach Jesus to a very particular political agenda. I think it strips religion of its transcendent meaning when we reduce it to partisan proof texts and the lowest-common-denominator language we need to make everyone feel that God would approve what they’re voting for. Religion should not be another hammer in our political toolbelts.

Second, I’m no longer trying to turn America into a Christian nation again. My politics was once premised on the idea that America was founded as a Christian nation, that our laws should reflect a Christian sexual morality and that we should enforce the ascendancy of Christian principles through displays of the Ten Commandments and prayer in schools and government acknowledgment of our reliance on God. While I still strongly believe in religious freedom and oppose any effort to squelch religious expression, I had to learn that America is not a Christian nation and never was in the sense that the Founders I loved were not evangelicals like me, and they created an explicit separation between church and state. Since the Founder’s culture was less diverse than ours is today, that separation of church and state looked different then that it should now. But the principle remains the same: the separation of church and state is in everyone’s best interest–Christian, Jew, Muslim and atheist.

For politically indoctrinated young Christians, just realizing God may not be interested in your political agenda is a major step on the religious journey. Before you can reach any kind of solid conclusion about what your politics are and why, you have to wade through the messy swamp of figuring out just how much of the political dogma you’ve been taught is actually part of the Christian faith—and possibly wrestle with the unsettling fact that very little of it was. It requires a deconstruction of your entire view of the world. So that point of “untangling” is a crucial one, and it’s where I suspect many of my readers may be. They’re not necessarily on a theoretical journey, but a visceral one where they have to make a painful decision about what to do with politics their conscience knows are wrong and even immoral, but have undergirded their worldview for many years.

After I separated Christianity from the old politics, I was able to see scripture’s political promise differently, in a way that is both less specifically political and more generally radical. Its clear, constant teaching on equality and individual dignity are still very radical. They’re ideas that turn traditional power structures on their heads. The Bible preaches the insanity that the poor will inherit the earth. It unwaveringly sides with the defenseless, the low, and the powerless over the strong, the high and the powerful. These principles are inescapably political, but they are hardly partisan in a liberal-vs-conservative or Republican-vs-Democrat sense. They make me deeply passionate about politics, to the point where I still read, tweet, and yell about it every day. But no longer do I take for granted that God is on my side in the voting booth, or that Jesus would endorse my imperfect, infallible struggle to make the world a little more fair.

I realize it’s unavoidable that people will say I merely exchanged religious conservatism for a religious liberalism. That’s not entirely inaccurate. But the point of telling my story was neither to promote a utopian politics-free centrist Christianity nor to suggest that leftist politics are God’s politics. It’s to show the trajectory of one brainwashed girl who realized her faith and her politics didn’t fit together, and to tell what happened when I began to untangle the two.

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What Rick Perry gets right and wrong about compassion in public life

Is “compassionate conservatism” for cowards? The Washington Post quotes GOP presidential candidate Rick Perry in his book, Fed Up:

The branding of Compassionate Conservatism meant that the GOP was sending the wrong signal that conservatism alone wasn’t sufficient or, worse yet, was somehow flawed and had to be rebranded. For the first time, we were acting like liberals who call themselves progressives, running away to some degree from who we were, and what we stood for. The result is an ongoing, near-complete capitulation to the federal welfare state.

Perry continues, blaming the GOP’s subsequent losses on this foolish branding that compromised their views on limited government and limited spending: “That used to be our trump card—the one issue we could fall back on when all else was going wrong in a political context. But it was gone by 2006, and … it means our brand was in shambles.”

In other words, says Perry, an attempt to inject “compassion” into conservatism was nothing but a sissy and cynical way to get voters. He’s probably mostly right. Consider what Bush aide Mark McKinnon said in response to Perry’s remarks: “I think George Bush won crucial independent voters with his message of compassionate conservatism. I worry that today’s Republican firebrand version of conservatism is dragging the party so far right that it will repel independent voters.”

Compassion really is out of mode, even as a method of cynical branding. The 2010 Republicans ran on starving government and slashing deficits, not compassion. No Republican candidate for president has taken on Bush’s “compassionate conservative” mantle so far. Several months ago, David Weigel posited that Mike Huckabee’s decision not to run marked “the end of compassionate conservatism.” Huckabee called libertarianism what no Republican candidate would dare to call it today: “a heartless, callous, soulless type of economic conservatism because it says, ‘Look, we want to cut taxes and eliminate government. If it means that elderly people don’t get their Medicare drugs, so be it. If it means little kids go without education and health care, so be it.’ ”

I don’t think that “compassion” should be the foundation for policy or that it should become the criteria for deciding if a policy is right or not. I prefer to use the criteria that a policy is just, fair, and that it affirms human rights and human dignity—criteria I find more concrete and more solidly in the realm of reasoned argument. After all, both sides claim that their policies are “compassionate,” whether that means showing “compassion” by helpfully curing welfare queens of government dependency, or showing “compassion” by adopting Jesus’ view of the FY2011-2012 United States budget. This is usually empty rhetoric—“branding.”

Compassion should be more than that. It is not merely a criteria for judging policies but an individual outlook that should infuse our public and private lives. Karen Armstrong defines it in her book, Twelve Steps to a Compassionate Life:

“Compassion” means “to endure [something] with another person,” to put ourselves in somebody else’s shoes, to feel her pain as though it were our own, and to enter generously into his point of view.

As human beings—and policy researchers, wonks, writers, and candidates for president are presumably all human beings—compassion is something we should feel toward other human beings. Compassion should strike us when we read about people who lack health insurance and people who lack jobs and who are struggling to make ends meet. And compassion is a feeling we should act upon, a feeling that should lead us to alleviate human suffering in any way possible. Compassion should spill over from a private feeling into public life; and by public life I mean not just public life as we usually conceive of it—reduced to the political—but public life that includes our duty to care for our fellow citizens and promote the common good through any means, political or social or cultural or personal.

So Rick Perry is right—compassion should not be a focus-grouped buzzword we use to get votes. But if he is suggesting compassion does not have a place in private and public life, he’s wrong. It does have a place. And it loses all meaning—goes against the whole idea of “entering generously” into another person’s point of view—when either side pretends to have an exclusive claim on it.

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