Posted on 03/23/2015 7:50:35 PM PDT by 2ndDivisionVet
Ted Cruz? Lizzie is a liberal like me now. But what if one day she embraces the Tea Party, like her grandparents?
My parents are Tea Party. Im a liberal. My husband is to the left of your average communist. Dinners together walk a tightrope of small talk none of us wanting to veer too far in either direction, frightened well go careening into a political abyss. Our daughter, Lizzie, is always a safe topic. Shes our Switzerland.
But Im not sure how much longer that will last. Lizzie, at 12, is becoming politically aware.
Shes always been well informed. Not that she had much of a choice. After the 2000 election and before her first birthday, she participated in her first protest. I stuffed her in her bright green baby backpack and headed to Times Square. There, she grinned and drooled as tourists in fanny packs and white tennis shoes yelled mean things at a dozen of us who were demanding that votes be counted. They werent, thanks to the Supreme Court, and George W. Bush was sworn in thus assuring that Lizzies formative years had ample opportunities for protest. Her favorite was the huge antiwar rally in Central Park, when she was 3. There were balloons and face painting and the playground near the park was more exciting than the ones back in Brooklyn, N.Y., where we then lived. Riding the train home, she waved her small paper flag like a sword and chanted, No Twar! No Twar! Then she yawned and asked for her sippie cup.
I dont want to indoctrinate my child into the cult of my political beliefs. I want her to make up her own mind. But, since shes a kid, she mirrors our beliefs, as her friends do their parents. If I were a neo-Nazi, a Know Nothing, or a Glenn Beck-watching right-winger, she would probably share my misguided views. But Im a Prius-driving, composting liberal and therefore so is Lizzie. (Except the driving part at 12, she doesnt yet. Thankfully.) Its not like we sit her down with Karl Marx flashcards or whisper Howard Zinn to her as she sleeps, but we talk a lot at dinner, discussing politics and whats going on not just in our neighborhood or city, but in the world. (We recently chatted about climate change and chocolate eclairs and, because my husband is a historian, she probably knows more about Alger Hiss than any other kid her age.) But how to balance the way we view the world with how other people do? How to show her both sides of the political picture?
Our family dinners are very different from those when I was a kid. Back then, we didnt discuss politics at the dinner table or anywhere else. Our household was more of a dictatorship, with my dads conservative beliefs reigning supreme. There was no room for dissent and none encouraged. When I was in second grade, I made up my own mind about an election. Our teacher gave us each a copy of the Weekly Reader, which still smelled of fresh newsprint. One story was about the 72 election and we got to vote! Id checked the box next to McGoverns head. It was a nice head, Id thought. He looked so kind compared to that Nixon fellow. I skipped to our house, no doubt wearing an outfit like a plaid jumper with a bow affixed to my hair, something that would have fit in more in, say, 1964 Omaha rather than 1972 San Francisco, where we lived at the time. I have no way to prove this scientifically, but Im pretty sure we were the squarest family in San Francisco. While other kids were singing along to the Rolling Stones Brown Sugar, we attended an Up With People concert.
Dropping my plastic school satchel on the ground, I proudly pulled out the secret ballot to show my parents. No one in our house votes Democratic! my dad scolded. He was joking, of course, but I still felt ashamed, like Id just admitted I loved macrame plant holders or hippies. How could I have been so wrong? I should have voted for Nixon! My parents later did, and he won. Meanwhile, I slunk off, feeling like Id committed a crime as the man my parents voted for soon would. I have no idea if I crumbled up that Weekly Reader or if my mom eventually stuffed it in the trash. In my mind, I picture myself crumbling it up, my first foray into politics a horrid mistake.
But do my husband and I truly encourage dissent with our daughter? What if Lizzie decides she wants to volunteer for whomever runs on the GOP ticket in 2012? Shell be in eighth grade then. Would I drive her to help with that campaign? I happily drove all over eastern Pennsylvania when she wanted to canvass for Obama. She held pamphlets as we meandered door to door, encouraging registered Democrats to vote. Would I do the same quite as cheerfully if she supported Michele Bachmann or Mitt Romney? I dont think so. But I honestly cant see Lizzie embracing a Republican candidate. For her, politics is all about values, and for now, at least, she values fairness and the environment.
And how to explain values and the coded semantics of political language to a kid? During a recent local election, Lizzie and I trawled the voters guide, which was filled with names and photos of candidates and blurbs about their positions on various issues. One candidate had written she supported family values. I muttered, Uh-oh. Ill stay away from her.
But Mom, arent family values a good thing? Our family has values, she said, puzzled.
I tried to explain that those family values were often quite different from what our family values.
If she someday embraces family values, the Tea Party or other right-wing agendas, could it damage my relationship with her? Although I try to understand my parents political beliefs, I dont. When I see what Newsmax article or Wall Street Journal editorial my father likes on Facebook, or glance at a photo, taken a few years back, of my folks dressed as McCain and Palin for Halloween, I feel physically sick. Sometimes its hard to even have simple conversations with them. Even the most innocent pleasantry, like Nice weather, could spiral out of control if I dont watch what I say. (For the record, they are loving grandparents and are far more gracious than I am about not bringing up delicate topics.) If my dad says, I bet you guys are happy youre not back east this winter. All that snow in New York. Im tempted to mutter something about climate change, but instead I bite my tongue and say, Yes, in Portland we dont have to shovel rain.
It sometimes seems my parents and I are as divided as Congress, neither side understanding the others point of view. But when Im around them, Im somehow whisked right back to adolescence. I morph into a sullen 16-year-old with no power, whose views are considered childish. I want to engage, to discuss topics calmly with them, but my emotions knock any possibility of cool-headed debate out of the way. All my facts and statistics the cornerstone of rational debate get gummed together in my mouth by raw emotion and I only manage to get out incoherent raw ravings. And if history is any indication of the future, Im doomed to repeat myself.
I wish I could calmly debate issues like my husband does. Or maybe I should take a lesson from Lizzie. The truth is, she can teach me a thing or two about politics. Instead of getting scorched by the heat of the moment, like I do, shes cool and collected. She listens intently. Then a question she asks will sum up the prejudice of the other side quite succinctly. Why dont Grammy and Grampy want Charlies moms to get married? Thats not fair.
And shes right. Its not.
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To mark Salons 20th anniversary, were republishing memorable pieces from our archives; this piece originally appeared in summer 2011.
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Sue Sanders' essays have appeared in national and local magazines and newspapers. Her stories have been included in the anthologies "Ask Me About My Divorce" and "Women Reinvented." She lives in Portland, Oregon with her stash of books -- not a parenting guide among them.
Look at the bright side Susie, if she turns out to be a non-liberal like her grandparents, she won't have to write commie lib garbage for the Saloon to make a living.
The Salenin website has a leftist writer. Fancy that.
My parents were big time leftists, and I never appreciated their ideals. I remember thinking g at a very young age why it is fair that I work harder and smarter than some lazy person and have to give some lazy person a lot of my money. We just avoided politics at dinners when I grew up. I asked a young girl that was member of CA young republicans why she was a member and she said her parents were liberals and that was her form of rebellion.
You’d better hope she does so she can support you in your old worthless age, you parasite
Extreme Communist (as opposed to average Communist) would appear to be an unapologetic Stalinist. The sort who sees no harm in lying to the masses or in murdering millions to reach a goal.
My brother thinks I've been brainwashed. That's even after I told him I voted for Dems for decades. So I told him he's brainwashed. He really thinks millions of conservatives didn't vote for Obama because he was black. I asked him if he would have voted for Herman Cain. He called him a crackpot. Then I accused him of being a racist.
Then I asked him if he voted for Obama and Biden and not McCain and Palin. Of course he voted for Obama. I accused him of being a sexist. Then I asked him how does it feel to be accused of racism and sexism just because you don't like the politics of your opponent. Nothing affects him. He'll be a diehard lib to his death.
I still have my homemade sign for one of the first tea parties and that is what it reads, “taxed enough already”. I was inspired by Rick Santelli and the gov’t intervention in the housing collapse caused mostly by gov’t and taxpayers had to pay for.
But my kid will become a...
Can you imagine adding 40-50 years to that?
In 40-60 years old folks homes will start looking like a circus freak show.
The poor kid doesn’t stand a chance.
Thanks for posting that picture. Now I’m going to have nightmares!
I don’t care if you are liberal or conservative, taking your child to a protest rally is putting your child in danger. Take them to a political rally or convention, but leave the kids out of your protest marches that could turn ugly.
Wow! This woman really needs validation; she doesn’t know who she is or what she stands for... And now she’s divorced? What a shocker! Her poor kid...
“I dont want to indoctrinate my child into the cult of my political beliefs. I want her to make up her own mind.”
Uh huh, Sure you don’t. But then you say that if she wanted you to drive her to help with a Republican campaign you don’t think you’d do it.
“If she someday embraces family values, the Tea Party or other right-wing agendas, could it damage my relationship with her?”
Really mom? You would actually contemplate the possibility of a “damaged” relationship with your own child simply based upon what side of politics she ends up on?
As if traditional “family values” and conservative principles are such horrible things anyways. Hey, if your parents hurt you as a child because they belittled your own ideas/understanding of politics I’d think you’d want to do the opposite with your own child and support her however she turns out.
Conservatives are supposed to just support gay marriage even if it goes against what we feel is morally right deep down. We are supposed to accept all these illegal immigrants even though we know the facts about what this does to our sovereignty, economy and culture. We are supposed to want to move over to a socialist mindset even though many of us grew up well under Capitalism and know our history and conclude that it is still the best way forward. We’re smart enough to see where bigger and bigger government leads us to and it aint pretty. SO then this woman should be able to accept and support her own offspring even if their politics end up “diverse” from hers.
Ah..the proud ignorant. The worst thing in the world her daughter could become is conservative. If she became a lesbian or a murderer or a welfare recipient i guess she could deal with that? But a conservative? How could mom ever hold her head up around her fellow commie associates?
The author needs a dose of reality.
May it hit her in the face. Hard. And wake her up.
Don’t forget that Henry Knox was one of Washingtons best generals and senior artillerman Saved the guns of Fort Ticonderoga from the British.
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