One of the new signs from Westport’s new anonymous group. (Photo by Jarret Liotta)

By Jarret Liotta

WESTPORT — Let me start by emphasizing that I’m a lazy white man who grew up in the 1970s and honestly doesn’t want to change how I see the world.

It doesn’t feel fair that I should have to.

I don’t want to change my paradigm, I don’t want to shift my long-standing beliefs and I don’t want to rebuild the long-held views I’m comfortable with — those that bring me some sense of sense in my chaotic world …

More personally, I don’t want to be inhibited where my off-color jokes are concerned, nor do I want to feel like I have to hide my opinions about other people based on my accumulated personal experiences — (even if the result is vaguely shaded with prejudice).

You see, I never asked to be faced with these experiences & opinions, and I don’t want to be told they’re wrong or in need of fixing.

In short, I get it!

I don’t want to change anything and, under the flag of innate freedom, I really believe I should not have to.

Two Reasons to Change

But there are two fair (interrelated) reasons to push myself to change.

The first I seem to write about a lot these days — the simple act of being a good neighbor. Having the “bandwidth” — the spare compassion and magnanimity — to just offer up a little something that might mean a big difference to someone else.

That’s one reason why on my better days I try to practice a little empathizing — try to push myself to just a shade more understanding of how someone else might be perceiving things — their fears and anxieties — again, even if I think in my heart, “What the hell’s their problem?! Why are they so uptight?! Why do they have to make such a big deal out of this or that?!”

For a brief moment — perhaps just intermittently — I have a tangible opportunity to be a good neighbor. I can stop wondering about the reason behind their reasons and instead meet them with sympathy, tolerance, forced understanding — whatever! 

The Freedom of a Clear Conscience vs. Fred Flintstone-ism

The second reason to change my paradigm is more selfish — it frees my conscience.

I believe that we all inherently know there’s just a little something wrong with intolerance, with judgment, with whispers and gossip about someone else, with secret criticism done in the shadows …

I believe that when we engage in any of it, even if it’s throwaway, just light, just in fun and we don’t really mean it, we still experience a tiny, gnawing whisper in our heads or hearts that simply indicates there’s something amiss.

Further, I know from personal experience when I’ve engaged in gossip or criticism or — at worst — specific statements or jokes or confidential wink-wink comments about anyone based on a difference, when I finally see that person — or someone with similar qualities — inside a part of me turns into Fred Flintstone.

It’s just like in those iconic moments when Fred is totally busted for some foible, and he literally shrinks down to the size of a mouse, and under the omniscient pissed off frown of Wilma or Mr. Slate, he squeaks in his tiny mouse voice, “Me and my big mouth!”

That’s me! That’s my gut feeling when I’ve done the secret gossip or shadow words — Jeez, sometimes even the terrible thoughts I can think …

That’s me! I identify!

And who the hell needs that feeling!? I’d rather enjoy the freedom of a clear conscience, wherein I don’t have to skulk in the shadows sharing slightly suspect secrets relating to things that in my deep, honest gut I know are— well, if not wrong, at least things I wouldn’t want certain other people to hear me say, to know I was thinking …

WP06880, CRT, WUW, WUWP, KKK, WTF?!

This brings me to Westport’s new shadow organization — WP06880 — which appears eager to spark fear at a visceral level in the community, using a somewhat vague — perhaps even nonexistent — agenda to give voice to some deep secret worries it’s looking to validate.

“Wake up Westport!” their sign declares.

I couldn’t help be reminded of a longtime bit on The Howard Stern Show, wherein he would call the answering machine of a KKK leader named Daniel Carver.

“Wake up White People!” the message would declare!

NEXT WEEK: WP06880 Part II — “… Nor as Honorable as the Courage of Conviction”