Empowering the Individual

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The not-so-recent problem facing American society is that of group identity. The group identity movement has put forth a showing strong in numbers in the past few years, but make no mistake, this infectious and virulent ideology has been nesting among Americans for decades. It originated subconsciously, ultimately reaching the conscious, as many subconscious notions eventually do. From there, the presence of an opposition- those supporting the idea of the individual- has produced an anger masked as justice. Hence the phrase “social justice warrior”.

Now, ironically, it is those who are not oppressed in any regards who are “stepping up” to speak on behalf of the oppressed, coincidentally looping themselves in with groups of “lower class”. We now see university students, even, and especially, from top universities speaking out on behalf of their oppression, which is usually imposed upon them by the top 1%. As if the success of those at the top of the economic totem pole is taking away the rights of Ivy League students. The fact that it is these students at the forefront of the group identity movement is baffling, as it is these same students who not only have more rights than anyone who has ever lived, but are set up to become a part of that top 1% they are so offended by. It’s not opinion that students at the best universities in the world (which is a lot of universities and a lot of students) are being offered success on silver platter, the only cost of accepting it being hard work and sacrifice of a degree much less than what is required of those in other positions. We absolutely know that a strong educational resume reciprocates.

The mission of this post-modern movement is to create a society, and probably a government too, that allows for no achievement unless it is for the benefit of the group. The individual is to be relegated to a foot-soldier simply marking time unless they adopt this ideology of universal equity (equality of outcome). After all, to the holders of this ideology, it is the achievement of the group that will trickle down to the individual. However, we know that this is not true. This ideology has been tried many times throughout history, including in the 20th century.

Dr. Jordan B. Peterson expresses the 20th century examples of this implementation in a 2017 New Year’s letter:

A close reading of 20th century history indicates, as nothing else can, the horrors that accompany loss of faith in the idea of the individual. It is only the individual, after all, who suffers. The group does not suffer – only those who compose it. Thus, the reality of the individual must be regarded as primary if suffering is to be regarded seriously. Without such regard, there can be no motivation to reduce suffering and, therefore, no respite. Instead, the production of individual suffering can and has and will be again rationalized and justified for its supposed benefits for the future and the group.

As Peterson mentions, the alleged group achievement not only has no positive impact on the individual level, but metaphorically and possibly literally kills the individual. If group identity is universally implemented, those who speak out and attempt any individual achievement have and will be vilified and socially and legally punished, because this achievement is viewed as some sort of “privilege” or oppressive to others.

Group identity roots itself in assigning people levels of oppression, which has become a competition of who is the most oppressed. Then a few who’ve deemed themselves leaders speak on behalf of all who have been assigned a level of oppression, even though many never asked, nor want to be part of such a group. Levels of oppression include race, sex/gender, health, wealth, education, and so much more. The damn shame of it all is that those who fit in one or a combination of these domains, yet refuse to accept this post-modern way thinking, are ignored- just as the sound and peaceful cohort (majority, in many cases) has been before.

At the bottom of this issue is the demand for more rights, rather than the adoption of necessary responsibility. The post-modernists have, and will continue, to demand more rights, even though they have more rights than anyone who has ever lived- all-the-while making sure to have no gratitude towards the sacrifices made by their predecessors that led to the rights they have and use today. They demand the right to “safe spaces”, they demand the right to equality of outcome in all domains, and they demand the right to not be offended, which is perhaps the most abhorrent of all their demands. Additionally, they understand and rejoice in the fact that these rights, if given, come at the expense of those who do not meet their criteria for oppression- which usually ends up being well-off white males.

Make no mistake, I am not denying the existence of suffering, and I am definitely not denying that some people suffer more than others. Suffering in any capacity is tragic, but it is a part of life. The antidote to this post-modern ideology seems to be something like recognizing yours and others’ suffering, not blaming it on anyone else, and most importantly, carrying that suffering. Recognize it as responsibility, accept that responsibility, and then try to reduce it, not by demanding more rights, but by mediating the actual problem.

It’s hard to pinpoint where and how this seeding ideology took form, but it’s here now, and that’s what matters. I think that the antidote is straightforward, and thanks to people like Jordan Peterson, Ben Shapiro, Dave Rubin, and more, the conversation has begun, and there’s been more than prevalent support for it. Even so, there is more conversation to be had. As with everything, it starts with the individual. While you may be outcast, have the conversation, and keep working towards your own achievement, because achievement at the individual level will lead to a better life for all.


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The Airplane Theory

One thing that has always fascinated me are the thoughts that come to mind when I’m on an airplane looking down at the cities and the plains or on the ground looking up at an airplane. While both of these scenarios provoke similar thoughts, they are different. Each possesses its own unique texture. I believe these scenarios are representative of where we are and where we are going.

A few months ago, while I was at work, something happened that happens all the time: a plane about 5 minutes after takeoff from Austin-Bergstrom International Airport caught my eye as it plunged into the white clouds and out of view. Without realizing it, I immediately stopped what I was doing and just stared as the gears of my mind began to churn. The sight of a plane going to some destination that was unknown to me made me think of where I have been, where I am, and where I am going. But it also made me think of the people on board that plane. Who were they, what are their stories, and where are are they going?

As I currently sit on board an eastbound New Jersey Transit train, I am surrounded by people. I will be surrounded by millions more once I arrive in Manhattan, New York, yet we don’t usually look at the people we are (literally) close to. We don’t concern ourselves with the lives of strangers whom we just catch walking past us out of the corners of our eyes. When I look up at a plane however, my head is filled with questions, predictions, and thoughts. From the ground a plane seems miniscule. Its windows the size of buttons and its wings as long as twigs. How crazy something as simple as perspective can be. Chances are, there are over two-hundred people, souls, human lives on board that plane. Each with a different story, each with different pains and triumphs, but all with the same destination. At least for now.

In his poem “The Hollow Men,” T.S. Elliot writes,

The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms

It seems as if every now and then, when we look straight into someone’s eyes, we see what they’ve seen, feel what they’ve felt, and live what they’ve lived. Looking up at a plane is just a front for this. When you think about it, it makes you think that while some people on that plane may have had a very different past and very different plans going forward, there are also people on that plane that have lived a life similar to yours with goals and ambitions similar to yours. It makes you think that you’re not alone in what you’re trying to do. Most importantly, you realize that what you’re doing has been done before in some capacity.

Life can be much broader once you discover one simple fact: Everything around you that you call life was made up by people that were no smarter than you. And you can change it, you can influence it… Once you learn that, you’ll never be the same again.

-Steve Jobs

 

Now flip the tables. You’re on the plane coming from some place and going to another. The terrain below appears to be sectioned into quadrants. Buildings that are hundreds of feet tall look as though they barely escape the ground of the planet which now seems so distant. Finally, if you’re still in take-off or approach, you see the cars. What a few hours ago were heavy pieces of forged metal moving at top speeds are now comparable to those little red bugs you’ve seen crawling around your back patio.

Now you are going somewhere. But the people down there? They are there. Wherever it is you are flying over, the inhabitants of that land below are in their place. Their lives are happening. They’re going to work, doing homework, watching TV, showering, & sleeping. They’re also worrying, caring, fearing, hating, and loving. For those people, today is just another day. And for that moment, that individual moment, they aren’t going anywhere. You are.

Yes, there are three letters on your boarding pass abbreviating your destination. You know where you’re headed. I, however, posit that you’re not completely sure where you’re going.  I’m sitting on the plane and I look out of the window at the ground, the sky, and the world, and I can only think about how everything I’ve done and everything I’ve worked for is so that I can finally get to that destination. That place I have in my head that I see myself at. But this puzzle that we call life has variables. Things change. Random twists of our fates happen all the time. So who really knows where we’re going?

 

 

After all, we’re only human.

 

 

 

Tom Fusillo