Monday evening, I was a stranger in a strange land. Things worked out surprisingly well. Or at least I was surprised. Maybe I shouldn’t have been.
On the plane to Utah Monday afternoon, I started reading Beyond Tolerance by Gustav Niebuhr. I’m supposed to cover Niebuhr’s talk on Saturday — he’s getting the 2008 Melcher Book Award for making “a significant contribution to religious liberalism” — so I thought I’d better do my homework.
It’s always risky to summarize a book you haven’t finished — I’ll write something better grounded on Saturday — but so far Niebuhr has made two major points:
- Compared to the rhetoric of intolerance, holy war, crusade, and religious oppression, our talk of “tolerance” is very weak. Tolerance is at best a middling position, a (perhaps grudging) willingness to let other people be. We have precious little terminology for talking about a more positive appreciation of religious difference, and (perhaps as a result) our news media often misses stories in which religious people put themselves out to make those of another faith feel safe and welcome.
- Person-to-person experience is the best — and perhaps the only — way to defuse negative stereotypes. Niebuhr talks at length about interfaith cooperation projects and the mutual appreciation they can nurture.
It’s easy for a UU to feel good while reading this book, and I did. We’re mentioned unusually often for a group our size. And even when we’re not named, Niebuhr is lauding the kinds of things we do: participating in interfaith worship services, contributing to interfaith community projects, inviting practitioners of frequently demonized religions (like Islam) to come educate us, and so on. It’s not a hard-and-fast rule, but in general I think religious liberals look better in Beyond Tolerance than religious conservatives do. “I’m one of the good guys,” I thought.
Then I landed in Salt Lake City and came right up against my own preconceptions and prejudices.
The one time I’ve been in northern Utah before, I was driving to California and I only stopped for gas. So until yesterday my image of Salt Lake City and of its most prominent religious group, the Mormons, had not been contaminated by any of that person-to-person experience Niebuhr recommends. Even my second-hand knowledge of Mormonism mostly comes from people who grew up in that faith and converted to something else.
So my head is full of second- and third-hand stereotypes of Mormons and of Utah in general, and they regularly get reinforced by people who probably don’t know any more than I do. Just last week, when I told a non-UU friend that our annual convention was going to be here, he responded, “Where’s it going to be next year? Mecca?”
I never thought this through in so many words, but as I packed for GA, emotionally I had been steeling myself for a trip behind enemy lines.
And then I got here and needed help. It was nothing life-threatening, but during the flight my wife started developing symptoms of an eye infection. As soon as we got to our hotel, we had to start relying on strangers who live here and have local knowledge: people at the hotel desk, cab drivers, emergency room clerks and nurses and doctors.
No one was anything less than warm and compassionate. No one tried to take advantage of the needy out-of-towners. No one was even just coldly efficient. One and all, they treated us … probably better than I treat a lot of people. On the cab ride back from the emergency room, our driver helped us figure out what to do when the only drug store we knew turned out to be closed. She stopped the meter, made phone calls, estimated how much it would cost to drive to the only 24-hour pharmacy she could find, and supported our decision to save money by going back to the hotel and filling our prescriptions in the morning.
Would I have done that?
None of the people we met last night mentioned religion, so I have no idea how many were Mormons. Just statistically, probably several. Or maybe all. Or none. Who knows?
The point is, it didn’t matter. We were strangers who needed help, and strangers put themselves out for us to the best of their ability. And in spite of all I’ve ever heard or read or thought, right now that’s all the truly first-hand knowledge I have of Salt Lake City.
Those wonderful shared experiences you site bring back memories of days when I also was a traveler, depending on the kindness of strangers. It is the resource for my conviction that religion’s core is the willingness to give to others, even to the point of real sacrifice. Where else, other than religion, do we find such express conviction that generosity, even in the form of charity, is what holds the world together?
I would be interested in hearing what you learn from author Niehbur. If his message is that we ought to “love (even) your enemy,” I wonder if he has more to offer than L.A.’s Rodney King who asked, “Why can’t we all just get along?” That’s not a question one answers but a condition one learns to live with.
However, if his message is that we are not doing all we can, I hope you will point out that is also a condition we live with. We can never do all, but maybe we can do “enough.” If Neihbur offers a sense of “enough,” I shall look forward to reading his book.
PS. Please forgive the foregoing “site” intended as “cite.”
Wouldn’t it be ironic if, after all the discussion about boycotting GA because it is being held in “Mormon Country” and the responses that we should stand tall and demonstrate our faith in Salt Lake, that we learn more from them than they learn from us?
The danger (and value) of person-to-person experience is that it can/will disrupt, if not blow all to heck, our preconceived notions of each other.
The Inland Empire of California was settled by Mormons and there is still a strong presence in our area today. In my journeys through alternative educational settings, I have spent some time with a Thomas Jefferson Education—-a movement founded and largely populated by people of Mormon faith.
The people whom I have met have been very, very intelligent, seekers of knowledge, and proactive people willing to open their minds to new ideas and beliefs—-not at all what I expected.
Here’s to getting to know each other and opening our eyes and hearts to the good in each of us.
The video of Niebuhr’s presentation was excellent. His book does deserve attention. In my case, he was not preaching to the choir, because in reaching age 75 I have heard ” we must do more” so repeatedly that it sometimes provokes a groan.
But Niebuhr’s stories of practical efforts that have succeeded are the stories we need to hear and tell. Our days are filled with choices, and we can make better choices as we are encouraged to take the risk, as he says, “of letting down our guard.” The social gospel I learned from Jim Adams taught me that good intentions deserve good laws and regulations. It is not enough to put band aids on those injured by bad laws; we need to change the laws.
Still, generosity and “engagement,” as Niebuhr calls it, can and do make a difference, too. Love of neighbor, even if a Samaritan, remains the new commandment.