Be it noted: the text does not actually describe the real people in the images above. It’s just a rhetorical device.
Here are two portraits.
On the left: Yiwana is a lipstick lesbian who lives with her partner and her pet ferret in an urban flat. She works two jobs: she is a professional set-designer, and also works as a feminist burlesque dancer which allows her to transgressively deconstruct heteronormative gender-tropes in the sex industry. Yiwana would like to be ethnic, but she isn’t. She has taken on an unusual name of her own free will in order that employers reading her resume will subject her to the same kind of stigmatization as persons of other races. Yiwana believes in disabled rights, but she is also pro-euthanasia and supports a mother’s right to abort her child if the child is shown to be genetically imperfect in pre-natal tests. She votes Democrat, and attends local theatre group presentations where women speak through their sexual organs. When Yiwana is not practicing Yoga or communing with nature at the local botanical gardens, she can be found crusading for gay rights, minority rights, women’s rights, human rights, trans rights, and the rights of baby seals. She eats nothing but yoghurt, granola, and organic spelt bagels, and wears loose hemp blouses. In her next reincarnation, she is hoping to be a wombat.
On the right: Zeke lives in Arkansas with his wife, his four sons, and his guns. He’s a farmer, like his father before him, and volunteers as a functionary at his local Baptist congregation. Zeke don’t like it when them lawless Mexicans come blowing over the border. He believes in America: in freedom of speech, the right to bear arms, the constitution and the founding fathers. Zeke doesn’t pay income tax because he doesn’t believe in the socialist state. He is anti-abortion, and supports the troops where-ever they happen to be. He votes Republican, and he strenuously objects to the smut that is peddled in American theatres – it gives the first amendment a bad name. Zeke prays every day to Jesus to make his crops grow, and to keep the bank-man from coming to seize his farm. He is afraid of stinking homosexuals, the blacks, and the devil. Zeke can generally be found with a grass stem hanging from his lower lip, looking thoughtfully at the cows that will provide him with the primary staple of his all-American beef diet.
Which one of these people do you feel is most like you?
Unless you have your own reality TV show, you probably can’t recognize yourself in either of these descriptions. Even if you are, say, a lipstick lesbian who is frankly kind of obsessed with organic kefir at the moment, you probably don’t think that the first description is a very accurate portrait: it misses huge amounts of nuance, makes tonnes of stereotypical assumptions (which are still stereotypical even if they happen to be largely true…) and it unfairly caricatures feminist theatre. Right? And if you are a midwest farmer, even if you do really like “American Remains,” it really irks you that people assume you’re a racist just because you have an accent and an old confederate pistol (it’s a family heirloom — not a political statement.) Yet when we’re thinking about the left-right political continuum, we constantly make assumptions and rely on stereotypes to make judgements about the people who we disagree with. Folks on both sides of the ideological divide do it constantly, and it tends to shut down fruitful dialogue because if you’re arguing with a projection of a type that exists inside of your mind, rather than interacting with an actual human being, you inevitably end up talking past the person that you’re supposed to be talking with.
The gospel, however, cannot be pegged as “liberal” or “conservative,” “left” or “right,” and Christians need to be very wary of allowing themselves to fall into these categories. If we allow our political affiliations to overshadow our theological tradition, we end up with a lot of nonsense — and a huge temptation to judge our religious leaders by the standards of the world. With Pope Francis, for example, we see this happening all the time: Catholics on the Left love him…until he mentions what the Church still believes about the family and sexuality. Catholics on the Right believe it’s important to be obedient to the Church… but are desperately casting around for reasons why it’s acceptable to ignore the practical teachings of Laudato Si. Like any good prophet, Francis is not merely hated by those who are popularly conceived of as “enemies of the faith,” he is also hated by those who imagine themselves to be the remnant of the true faithful.
Faith is not ideology. Catholics who find that they are scandalized by the Pope’s divergence from their own dearly held political beliefs need to go back and question those beliefs, and question them deeply, before concluding that the problem is with the Pope. We are not supposed to be believe in the Church because it confirms the values that we already subscribe to, but because it challenges us to honestly confront our own assumptions and preferences in the sincere pursuit of truth.
Post Script: My husband makes the observation that even though the left is supposed to champion the poor and the underprivileged, when they wish to negatively stereotype right-wingers they rely on stereotypes of poor, uneducated white people who have the superficial characteristics of the privileged classes while enjoying very little actual privilege. The right, on the other hand, is supposed to believe in the power of wealth, freedom and education to make the world a better place, but when they want to negatively stereotype left-wingers, they usually rely on caricatures of wealthy overeducated hipsters with too much freedom on their hands.
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