By Jarret Liotta

WESTPORT — I’m a great believer in simple solutions, in part because I have a very short attention span …

But this business of race equity and Socialist CRT accusations and, in particular, the anonymous group making claims against the school board — and to the town at large — has drawn me into many personal hours of concerned deliberation.

In all honesty I’ve arrived at a somewhat contrary conclusion, but one that I think is the most broadly logical — that we as a town, as a people, have to defend someone’s right to be a racist, or a proliferator of Red Scare propaganda, or whatever else they choose to be, regardless.

Hurtful Actions Aside

This doesn’t support or condone related actions they might take in their efforts to proselytize — especially those that could potentially endanger people, physically or emotionally — but I’m acutely aware how important it is that people feel they’ve been heard and that they’re allowed the dignity of their opinion whether I have any use for it or not.

I’ve shared with you before, as an inherently lazy person I truly understand an apprehension to make large-scale changes in my way of seeing the world. In particular I understand the deep resentment that’s borne of feeling forced to do so by other people, or by our nation or culture.

F*** that! I don’t want to do it!

And the harder I’m pushed in that direction, the greater my resistance blooms.

I don’t think I’m alone in that, and especially with the tumult of modern times and dramatic changes taking place far quicker than we can process, it’s only logical that many people feel put upon to psychically have to keep up with all that’s going down.

Forged in Fear

Please understand that my conclusions come from a rather deep belief that things like racism and peripheral racism and racism by omission are all shades of a sort of sad soul sickness rooted in simple fear (and its myriad forms).

Likewise, when I see anyone getting vehemently charged up about anything — myself included — I have to recognize that a line is being crossed where it stops being about a particular issue and starts becoming about personal pathology — my fears, my wounds, my feelings of having been wronged or what-have-you — in short, my baggage.

Some of it’s very personal, but some wounds are also institutional and sting from the helpless frustrations we feel in relation to importunate control emanating from bureaucratic machines, under which we’re largely powerless and impotent.

Either way, I propose that the discontent felt on many of these issues is less about content than about process. Sometimes as a society — or as institutions or cultures — in our efforts to do what is right we forget that some new (perhaps lesser) wrongs (or hurts) are inadvertently created.

Simple Recognition Goes a Long Way

The challenge is not to weigh or compare the justice, or the hurts, but to simply understand that they may be inflamed. Again, sometimes it’s not so much the content of what we’re faced with, but how it leads us to feel, in part by how it’s presented to us and how that touches our personal identity.

He’s probably not the only one, but a rather brilliant spiritual philosopher named Emmet Fox talked about how consciousness can’t reverse itself. Once a person — or a society — is awakened to a new outlook, to a new awareness, there’s really no going back.

I take comfort in this, for despite what sometimes seems like myriad setbacks and sidetracks rooted in misunderstanding and fears of change, our society has steadily progressed forward toward enlightenment, even if some individuals resist it for whatever reason.

At the core of this gradual change has been an ever-widening awareness of — and support for — the basic human rights of all people, and that’s frickin awesome! It is happening! We’re growing in enlightenment as a species. That can’t be quelled, nor do I believe that deep down in their true soul any one of us wants it to be.

Clarity of Consciousness

Amidst this journey, however, consciousness needs to extend sideways as well as forward.

I think the more we can strive to really listen — to hear — the greater our chances as a community to enthusiastically arrive about the same page with whole-scale satisfaction and probably a more healthful foundation.

So this week, as I defend your right to be racist, to be a renegade or a journalist-hating, jackboot-wearing oppositionist, I likewise urge everyone to take a breath and strive to examine & own whatever personal pains & discomforts may be driving them — perhaps blindly, perhaps understandably — toward rabid zeal or just a little too much fury-filled passion …

Meanwhile, come take a seat at the table and civilly, openly speak from your heart …

Is There Anything The Beatles DIDN’T Teach Us?!!

At the end of the movie Yellow Submarine, there’s a great moment where John calls over to the Blue Meanies after they’ve been defeated & repelled. “Halloo there, Blue People,” he calls. “Won’t you join us? Hook up and otherwise co-mingle …”

“It’s no longer a blue world,” the Blue Leader tells his minion, Max.

“Yes, let us mix, Max,” he says. “I never admitted it before, but my cousin is the Bluebird of Happiness.”

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