An Uncivil War

I’ve always been fascinated by history. In fact, if not for a spiritual conversion in my early thirties, I probably would have become a historian. Even so, I studied church history so intently that I thought about becoming an Orthodox Christian. For a while, I even attended an “Evangelical Orthodox” church in Northern California. I think they considered themselves evangelical, because they held liturgical services and catechetical classes in English rather than Greek, Slavonic, or Russian, but that’s another story.

As bizarre as that sounds, consider that I sought out these bearded evangelicals after courting Zen Buddhism and the Jehovah’s Witnesses. Mind you, this predates George Castanza’s conversion to the Latvian Church but occurred about the time I voted for Walter Mondale. I may have been confused but I was certainly open minded.

Of my many interests in history (e.g., Roman legions, the French Revolution, World War One, the JFK assassination), the American Civil War does not stand out for me. This, despite it being the bloodiest war in our nation’s history and splitting both nation and families apart. The family question couldn’t be more relevant today.

When I think of the Civil War, what strikes me most are the stories of brothers and cousins who fought against each other. It used to be inconceivable to me that family members would do such a thing. It’s not that I didn’t believe the stories. They are part of the historical record and can be found in newspaper reports and personal journals and letters. I just couldn’t understand what drove people to act that way, especially over mere political differences.

Now I know. There is no such thing as “mere political difference,” not then and not now. We live in a world like that of 1861 (or 1961, for that matter), that has become politicized. Back then the press did not feign objectivity, just as the media doesn’t now. Politicians and celebrities call for “resistance” which is code for violent conflict. This, in turn, stirs up those who resist the resistors. As a result, cities burn, people die, and hatred fills the air along with the smoke from brush fires, at least in California. Families, unfortunately, are not spared the resentment and hatred.

Part of the reason it took me so long to see the similarities between the Civil War and the current situation is cultural. My family is Italian. We approach relationships in a different way. We argue, yell, act out in operatic style, and then sit down together to share a meal. We would no more go to war with each other than wear socks with sandals. I exclude the Cosa Nostra, Camorra, and ‘Ndrangheta, all of which have their own codes of behavior and are not part of civil society.

Of course, having said that I must admit that some of the most heated arguments during my youth occurred at dinner. I remember two in particular. One had to do with Japan’s role in World War One; the other over whether ten pounds of human feces can fit into a five-pound bag. You may recognize the latter as a euphemism for a popular saying at the time. What caused the eruption was my literal interpretation of the saying and subsequent attempt to prove it “scientifically” using ice in place of excrement. I was in high school at the time.

If not exactly unscathed, the next generation has managed the current crisis well. Like other families, we represent nearly all sides of the debate, although thankfully no one has displayed the black banner of Antifa or expressed sympathy for Italian anarchists. We accept one another without wishing them eternal damnation, which I count as progress. And no one has stopped speaking for political reasons. Other reasons, yes. Political reasons, no.

Even though I have a better idea of how brother can murder brother (where have we heard this before?), I don’t see civil war breaking out. That’s not to say that resistance and counter-resistance won’t result in all kinds of damage to people and property. What it does say is that the republic will stand just as it did before. This, despite the threats spreading through social media of armed conflict if the President is reelected or a Leninist-style, communist coup if he isn’t.

Whatever happens, it surely will be uncivil. But it won’t be war.

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2 comments

  1. Aye, Robert!!! This week, I was reflecting on the topic of your current post, before you wrote it. Your post was helpful as I found myself returning to the questions that emerged after my own recent experience with “such violence; emotional, relational, familial, over mere differences in political views?”

    Your reminders from history encouraged me, once more, to be in touch with the short, current view, but to try to keep balance with the long, historical view. Another aspect of this was the recognition of the macro, events at the world, country, society level and the events at the micro; community, family, personal levels. And those mirrors and reflections flowing to and fro…

    I was and am the only Californian in my family. My parents were transferred to Los Ángeles from Chicago and stayed nine months. My few, counted on one hand, remaining relatives spent their lives in Western PA, steel mines and the South, North Carolina, Northern Florida.

    In recent months, I connected with my remaining extended family; cousins, a brother-in-law, a few others whom I had followed on Facebook. These persons knew nothing of my personal life, except that I had spent my university and adult life in California. I became acquainted with these family members through photos of their grown children, grandchildren and stories of daily living. I followed regularly, simply commenting with appreciation in their joys and support in their sorrows. They responded with likes or simple comments, which was nice.

    About two weeks ago, my cousin posted a message on Facebook, asking that anyone who had anything to do with Democrats immediately unfriend her because she wanted nothing to do with them. So deep, mere politics. I did not unfriend her.

    1. I like the phrase “ideologically possessed,” although that doesn’t exactly help your situation. There seems to be more and more mass indoctrination to the point of addiction. I think fasting is a good antidote. If people fast from media, social media, and their biased sources of information, they likely will get perspective. That might happen with your cousin. Your family is too small and dispersed to shut down communication based on political views. Doesn’t family “trump” politics…?

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