“Who am I to judge?” you might ask.
In this work, I encounter some pretty screwed-up family systems that lead me to do just that.
This has nothing to do with whether I like a certain family member or not. Some of the most engaging people I’ve encountered are the worst parents I know. Their actions and decisions have led to consequences, unintended and otherwise, of the worst kinds.
Who am I to judge? Everyone makes mistakes.
I will never forget an answer to a question I’d asked Derek King early in our relationship. It was, at first blush, very off-putting—shocking, really. But ultimately it was very deep.
“What kind of guy is Ricky Chavis?” I asked him.
“Very much like you,” he answered.
I had come to despise everything about the guy, and here was Derek challenging that black-and-white view with one which was gray and embraced the complexity of reality. Even a person whose “Ick” quotient was way off the chart is someone who was, in some ways, just like me.
This began to eat at me, and I determined that it was important to understand and, as much as possible, respect where everyone was coming from who might be involved in a murder of a family member. Respect was essential to understanding.
I will never forget an encounter with a former reader and commentator who was incensed that I had noticed a few of this blogsite’s visitors had come from a pedophilia website, and that I had urged our readers to be respectful if other visitors should any self-indentify themselves as pedophiles. They didn’t at the time, but this visitor was concerned that government snoops would discover that she had even visited a website where such a suggestion was made and hold it against her.
As near as I could tell, she hung on as a commenter for a short time after our conversation, then fell off the vine. I enjoyed her comments—they really got me thinking—but I wasn’t about to accept her contention that any areas of inquiry or knowledge should be considered off-limits. She seemed to be saying that we should make this blogsite inhospitable to anyone whose ideas might be considered objectionable to any of the government’s watchdogs.
Not my idea of anything useful or having any integrity. I don’t need to condone something in order to understand it. But to understanding why some kids murder the adults in their lives is essential to helping them.
Where I tend to draw a line in the sand is around the issue of self-responsibility. Some adults refuse to shoulder the most basic responsibilities for their actions with respect to the young people in their lives. The worst among them try to transfer the guilt to others, sometimes even onto people like me who merely take an interest in their kids and their actions.
As I’ve told you before, I have been the object of lawsuits and death-threats for delving into matters which some parents have found objectionable. Some readers have expressed the view that sometimes I am too outspoken. The reactions of some parents towards me have been violent.
They only make sense when viewed as an effort to shed self-responsibility in some respect or another.
But who am I to judge?
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