A personal blog by a graying (mostly Anglo with light African-American roots) gay left leaning liberal progressive married college-educated Buddhist Baha'i BBC/NPR-listening Professor Emeritus now following the Dharma in Minas Gerais, Brasil.
To
use your mind in a natural way means to avoid trying to control it. The
more you try to control your mind, the more stray thoughts will come up
to bother you.
We
can’t live ethically without caring about ourselves as well as others.
And we can’t be mindful without caring about what is happening here and
now. Care underpins the radical attention that dharma practice accentuates.
November 8 is looming. It
seems the closer we get to Election Day, the more heightened the
emotions, thoughts, comments and stakes involved.
I’ve done my best to stay out of the fray. I’ll post funny little
ditties about both candidates on Facebook, hoping to keep things light.
But the reality is this election is far from light ― it’s incredibly
dark. And as an LGBT individual, it’s downright scary.
We reached a milestone last summer when gay marriage became legal
across the country. My mother called and left a message on my phone that
nearly brought me to tears. “Congratulations!” she said in her
heartwarming and adorable motherly voice. “That’s the way it should be.”
Come November, my mother is voting for Donald Trump. So is my father.
Both of them love me unconditionally. Yet, both of them hate Hillary
Clinton with a boiling passion that has been bubbling to the surface,
across the country, for months ― even years.
This is hard to reconcile for me. On one hand, I respect their
political views and right to vote for whom they choose. On the other
hand, I don’t get how they can vote for someone who has threatened
to appoint Supreme Court Justices that would overturn the marriage
equality ruling. It directly affects me. It affects my family. It
affects my daughter.
Straight people who have enjoyed the privilege of getting legally
married, and all of the benefits that legal marriage provides, don’t
think about things like this. Not even my parents. It’s not part of
their world, one in which they’ve been able to blindly take these kinds
of things for granted. And they aren’t the only ones.
The other night, a relative of my wife’s came over for a visit. He’s a
genuinely nice guy. He loves our daughter and often brings her gifts
and stuffed animals—mostly oversized cows, which she loves because,
well, she loves cows.
It was a brisk yet pleasant October evening. We were sitting outside
in front of my house. Glasses of wine were in hand. Naturally, election
and real world chatter arose. I don’t mind engaging in this type of
conversation, as long as its civil and constructive. Like my parents,
this relative is voting for Trump. But I’d venture to say he’s more of
an active fan. When he asked why we weren’t going to get on the “Trump
Train” and cast our vote for him, I said simply: “As gay individuals, we
can’t afford to. We have to take that into consideration.”
(Sure, there are a billion other reasons why I am not voting for Trump. But being an LGBT individual is at the top of the list.)
This particular relative decided at that moment, that it was a good
time to tell my wife and I ― and our four-year-old with perky ears who
was busily playing at our feet ― that he believed marriage was only
between a man and a woman. I stopped him right there. I got up and
hurried my daughter inside for a bath.
I like to think I’m an understanding person. I respect all people and
their political opinions, no matter how drastically I disagree with
them. I’m fine with family members of mine voting for Trump. But to
question the validity of my marriage in front of my daughter, that’s
where I draw the damn line. My wife and I took the same vows as every
other married couple on the planet. We work hard to live a decent life,
raise our family in peace, and be good human beings. Our marriage is no
less or greater than anyone else’s, and we go through the same exact
trials and tribulations. The only thing that makes our marriage
different is an ignorant and outdated point of view.
I rather enjoy being married. I’ve been in one for seven years now. And I hope to enjoy my legal
marriage to my wife for the rest of my life, with our daughter a
witness to our love and appreciation for one another ― sexuality aside.
But as the election nears, I’m beginning to wonder if that’s possible.
Trump has a decent shot at winning. And people, even those in my own
family circle, don’t seem to care about how that outcome could possibly
affect the LGBT community.
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If
we had to make a choice between outer pleasure, comfort and peace, and
inner freedom and ultimate happiness, we should choose inner peace. If
we could find that within, then the outer would take care of itself.
One
day in India on my second stay, Maharaji said to me, “You don’t have to
change anybody; you just have to love them.” In relationships, when the
other person doesn’t fit into your model of how heaven would be, you
don’t have to play God. You just have to love individual differences and
appreciate them the way they are. Because love is the most powerful
medicine.
The world is in travail, and its agitation
waxeth day by day. Its face is turned towards waywardness
and unbelief. Such shall be its plight, that
to disclose it now would not be meet and seemly. Its
perversity will long continue. And when the appointed hour is come, there shall suddenly appear
that which shall cause the limbs of mankind to quake.
Then, and only then, will the Divine Standard be
unfurled, and the Nightingale of Paradise warble its
melody.
I
had thought the point was to pursue happiness and flee misery, and this
attitude extended to Zen practice. But now I saw a new way of looking
at things. What if the point was to start by accepting suffering?