There are so many victims today. Not so many in reality. But many in self-perception.
Sadly, this sense of victimization leads to vindictiveness. Rooted in anger and outrage. Self-pity. Self-delusion. Entitlement. Fanciful expectations. Vile blame. Abdication of responsibility. Inaction. Passivity. Surrender.
Victimization abounds in our country today.
It’s nasty. Indeed, ugly. It diminishes our country. But that’s not the worst of it: it diminishes the individual.
I’m not sure how we got to this place. Perhaps it’s inevitable as a wealthy empire matures. And peaks.
I’m not sure. I’m pretty sure, however, that it’s something to be avoided, for no other reason than it’s self-destructive.
Vindictiveness works that way. You think you’re hurting someone else. Or that your self-righteousness elevates you. But, in reality, you’re turning on yourself. You’re allowing the good within you to be eroded.
If you want to catch a glimpse of some of the consequences, read Peter Hessler’s “Letter from Colorado: Follow the Leader” in a recent edition of The New Yorker.
It’s hard to read. It’s sad. Disconcerting. Pathetic — not the people, but the situation that’s led to this.
I’m not sure there is anything worse than thinking of yourself as a victim. And blaming others or the world for your condition.
The moment you think of yourself as a victim, it’s a downhill slide.
Try not to succumb to the temptation, Vera.
You will be tempted. All of us are at some point in our lives.
At times, I’ve succumbed. I know better. But its alluring power sometimes prevails. Even when you know it shouldn’t. Even though you know you are the only one who will be hurt.
Vindictiveness works that way. It gives the appearance of being directed outward. But it never is. It always eats the soul of the person who harbors it. The person who allows it to settle in.
If it settles in, recognize it for what it is and work to evict it as soon as possible, not because your grievances aren’t real or legitimate, but because it will do you in if you don’t.
Today, victimization and vindictiveness threaten to do our country in. Perhaps it will be done in. Perhaps the tide has crested and is in the process of breaking along the shore of history.
But perhaps not. Perhaps we will take charge of our individual and collective destinies. Perhaps we will reclaim our collective can-do spirit. Our fading courage and vision.
Perhaps the day will come when we no longer countenance that which is turning us against each other. Against ourselves.
I don’t know. But I do know that it’s serious.
In the meantime, one thing is certain: if we allow self-pity, anger and the urge to be vindicated to prevail, we will become that which we claim to loath. Self-loathing works that way. It’s insidious. And deceitful.
My prayer for you, Vera, is that your soul will overflow with gratitude. And that you will never embrace victimhood. Or be vindictive. Or wish ill on anyone or anything.
As a two-year-old, you are pure. Cling to that purity and goodness as much as you can. The world will try to steal it from you. Guard it jealously.
In the final analysis, perhaps that’s what life is all about: nurturing and protecting the goodness that was embedded within each of us at birth.