Controversy: Gifts, Challenges, Traps
In Homer’s Odyssey, one of the tribulations Odysseus must confront and over which he must prevail, as he pursues his heroic attempt to return home, involves steering his ship through the strait of Messina on the northeast coast of Sicily. Bordering this narrow strait on one side is Charybdis, a whirlpool that can easily suck in and “disappear” a sea vessel. On the other side of the strait is Scylla, a monstrous rock against which even a well navigated ship can collide and founder.
Those of us seriously committed to conflict resolution, it seems to me, have our own Charybdis and Scylla. On one side, we have our very human urge to return slight with slight, allowing ourselves to become polarized, less compassionate, less intelligent, and less in command of where we’re going. On the other side of our various straits of potential embattlement, we enjoy the equally human urge to be BIG even if, in the process, we split off from our seemingly less noble impulses and fall out of alignment with ourselves.
These are murky waters. Is His Holiness, the Dalai Lama, exacting a price from himself and perhaps even others when he refuses to regard those in charge in Bejing as his enemies? And, for that matter, what was Barack Obama doing with the all but unavoidable impulse to spurn and impugn when subjected to John McCain’s bitter onslaughts in their recent debate?
We are, I submit, in uncharted waters here. It no longer suffices to say with Nietzsche that “turn the other cheek” is a suppressive ploy of the weak to undermine the strong. On the other hand, we are constantly bombarded with false pieties and facile “correctnesses” that make the Rush Limbaughs of the world possible. Perhaps, at the end of the day, the planet’s schizoid bouncing between “NO TRESPASSING” on the one hand and “GOD IS LOVE” on the other is a very sophisticated Koan. Perhaps it will be only when some of us who have dedicated our lives to peace making throw out our scripts and, with heartful vehemence, shout at the top of our lungs, “GO TO HELL” that God or whatever we choose to call the Cosmic Zen Master will strike us on our heads with the appropriate bamboo instrument and declare us truly purged. AMEN