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In violent world, embrace concept of nonviolence
Not for a second did I consider purchasing a gun for the purpose of self-defense; instead, I became more committed to the theology and philosophy of non-violence.
It’s a noble philosophy, I suppose, but (sometimes literally) fatally flawed — because hey, what happens when you run up on someone who’s not afraid to use violence to get what he wants? I am reminded of what Mike Vanderboegh had to say about Mahatma Gandhi:
“Had the Japanese got as far as India, Gandhi’s theories of “passive resistance” would have floated down the Ganges River with his bayoneted, beheaded carcass.”
The idea of creating a culture of nonviolence is all fine and good, but let’s face it — it’s not going to happen. As long as the human race exists, there are always going to be the bigger and stronger who run roughshod over the smaller of us who let them get away with it. I wish it weren’t so, but such isn’t any more effective than wishing away a hurricane.
Which reminds me of this bit from Bill Whittle, who says it better than I ever could:
“By any measure of human decency, these (the Jews in WWII Germany — ed.) were the people that should have been helping to lead a ravaged Germany back to respect and prosperity. Yet they were massacred in their millions by brutes and sadists who sent millions to their deaths while listening to symphonies.
“If it is possible to write a clearer lesson on human nature, then I cannot imagine it, nor can I imagine the amount of blood it will take to convince people unwilling to look reality in the face; that reality being that compassion, culture, law and philosophy are precious, rare and acquired habits that must be defended with force against people who understand nothing but force. The great failure and staggering tragedy of European Jews is that they could not accept that some of their neighbors were not as decent, humane and educated as they were. A culture that learned to survive by turning inward simply never was willing to face the reality of what they were up against; namely, that hoping for compassion and humanity from the likes of the Nazis was akin to reading poetry to a hurricane. This denial — and that is the only word for it — is, in the final horrible analysis, a form of arrogance, almost: the refusal to see things for what they are. A people of astonishing internal beauty simply could not look into the face of such ugliness without turning away. And now they are dead.
“And there are many intelligent, enlightened, gentle and good-hearted people today who believe exactly the same thing. If we let this moral blindness continue to gain ground, then they will get us all killed, too. And then who will put their boot on humanity’s neck for the next thousand years?”
Would that someone would ask that to the pacifists among us.