Punching Nazis, Revisited

punch-nazisIn my post from Oct 20th, I took a look at a variation on Shakespeare’s age-old inquiry:

To punch a Nazi, or not to punch a Nazi, that is the question.

And while I would say that my inner jury is still deliberating, I came across two tweets today that edged me far closer to the Yes, Punch Nazis camp than I’ve ever been before:

In the first, comedian Aamer Rahman makes some very good points with deft logic and humor…

…and in the second, Richard Spencer himself makes the case for why he deserves to be punched in the face. (That his interviewer, Gary Younge, didn’t do so showed remarkable restraint.)

NEVER feel bad for Nazis

punch-nazis4Listen, you don’t get to feel bad for Nazis.

Ever.

Especially so-called “Neo-Nazis”.

Stretching the idea of forgiveness to its breaking point, you can try to suggest that Germans and other European people who fell under Hitler’s spell were exploited, brainwashed, and used to commit some of the worst crimes against humanity ever perpetrated, many not knowing the  full scale of the Holocaust until the war was over.

Like I said. A stretch. Maybe the biggest stretch possible. Maybe not even possible.

Neo-Nazis, on the other hand, adopt this proven genocidal ideology knowing full well what that ideology wrought during World War II, eager to continue and grow the movement.

“Punching Nazis” is a thing, nothing new, but in Trump World it’s a more frequentlyoccurringthing.

And, opinion is split on whether or not punching Nazis is a good thing. Some say yesSome say noSome say, well, not yet.

As a lifelong pacifist, raised Jewish post-Holocaust, the question of whether or not violence is justified in order to fight a genocidal ideology has been the single most difficult question I’ve wrestled with in my lifetime.

But, if you ask me to look at the photos included here, of the Nazi punched yesterday at the University of Florida, and then ask me whether or not I feel bad for the Nazi…

…HELL NO!

That motherfucker decided to wear that t-shirt and attend that demonstration and if he can’t take a punch in the face then he should have never showed up.

The main argument against punching Nazis is that it’s violent suppression of free speech.

But, I ask you, why the hell do Nazi’s deserve free speech?! We’ve seen what they do with it!

As one of the signs held by an anti-facist protestor read:

You are not a difference of opinion.

You are hate.

A Dream Deferred: Thoughts On Dallas In Two Quotes

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal.”

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore—
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over—
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?

Langston Hughes

Like Bringing A Knife To A Gunfight vs. Like Bringing A Gun To A Dog Park

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Like bringing a knife to a gunfight.

–Origin unknown

You know that old saying, used frequently as a metaphor for entering into a situation inadequately equipped or prepared?

Well, consider this example of the opposite scenario:

So, this past weekend, my wife and I and our dog Zuki were at the dog park at nearby Lake Padden, nestled amongst gorgeous frost-covered trees at the south end of the lake, the dogs were playfully sniffing and chasing each other around, it was so peaceful…

… and then I saw the gun …

… in a holster on the hip of a guy dressed all in black, with a U.S. flag patch on one of the upper sleeves of his jacket, the owner of a Great Dane twice the size of all the other dogs in the park …

… and I instantly felt flooded by a wave of nausea and fear …

… and my brain tried to make sense of the cognitive dissonance.

I tried to imagine just how awful it must be to live in so much fear that you feel you have to bring a gun to a dog park.

But, then I thought of the epidemic of mass shootings in the U.S., and how some people think that there would be fewer mass shootings if more people were armed, because, they say, there would be more of a chance of someone being at the scene who could shoot and kill the shooter before he kills or before he kills many, even though there’s no evidence that this is true.

And then I thought, even if this guy was somehow motivated by a warped, misguided sense of civic duty, a desire to protect others, nevertheless, his mere presence and the deadly weapon he carried literally terrorized me, AND he’s allowed, by law, to do so, in my otherwise great home state of Washington, without a license or permit.

And finally, I realized that the other people in the U.S. who are legally allowed to carry guns are police, and the only reason I don’t feel terrorized by their presence is because I’m a white male.

Fear and guns.

Is this really the land of the free?

…all in the name of freedom
Freedom is not domination
I believe
Freedom’s got to come from within
Yes it does
Not with the gun
Freedom’s the ability to feel love for everyone

Mason Jennings

Cognitive Dissonance Hurts My Brain

headache-smileyNot much else to say about this, other than what my post title suggests.

The cognitive dissonance in a piece this morning at NPR.org hurts my brain (emphasis added by me in bold):

A vigil was held in Roseburg, Ore., last night, hours after a man killed nine people at the local community college. Investigators say the man behind Thursday’s shooting is also dead — and the local sheriff says he’ll never say that man’s name in public. Seven people were wounded in the attack.

“I will not give him the credit he probably sought, prior to this horrific and cowardly act,” Sheriff John Hanlin said in a briefing about the shooting at Umpqua Community College.

Hanlin later told CNN that he doesn’t want “to glorify his name or his cause.”

The alleged gunman is 26-year-old Chris Harper Mercer, who lived in a town near Roseburg, a logging community with around 22,000 residents.

Godamn Guns

no-guns-allowed-bloodyAs of this writing, 9 people are dead, slaughtered today by a now-dead-as-well gunman at Umpqua Community College in Roseburg, Oregon.

“I’ll give you my gun when you pry it from my cold, dead hands.”
A slogan used by gun rights advocates

See, the problem with this statement is that if we wait until a gun owner is dead before we pry their weapon(s) from their rigor mortis hands, there is a very good possibility that the gun owner has already killed people.

Best of Fish & Bicycles: Video Fridays: Marvin Gaye

A friend of mine, in response to the news this morning from Boston, wrote on Facebook:

Here come the drum beats, the war cries, the schizoid retaliatory crimes…

Sadly, I think he’s right. This is how the cycle of violence rolls on and on and on.

As I tried to think of a video for today’s Video Fridays installment, I thought of an old favorite song of mine, a song that speaks to the senselessness of violence, but, as it turns out, I already featured this song in a Video Fridays installment, back in September 2011.

And so, since I kinda like what I wrote back then, I thought I’d just make this a Best of Fish & Bicycles post, and republish it.


What can I say, it’s been a pretty musical week here at Fish & Bicycles, with my posts yesterday and Tuesday, and now today’s Video Fridays installment features a song that came on Pandora this morning, a song I love a lot.

Marvin Gaye was a deeply soulful artist, a troubled human being like so many before and after him, and his untimely death at age 45, at the hands of his own father, was one of the harshest tragedies in a music history littered by untimely deaths.

In the 1971 classic What’s Going On, Gaye sings about mothers crying and brothers dying, and those lines always make me think fathers need to cry just as much as mothers.

Instead, in a sad foreshadowing of sorts, Gaye pleads, “Father, father, we don’t need to escalate.” (It should be said that he’s most likely referring to God the Father, but who knows?)

Anyway, the song speaks directly to my hippie heart (“Only love can conquer hate.”) and is filled with such intense longing, both lyrically and in the lush melodic arrangement.

Happy Weekend, everyone! Enjoy.