SCALIA WAS CRUEL, BUT WE SHOULDN’T BE
The death of Supreme Court Justice Antonin Scalia last week drew mixed reactions all over social media.
For liberals, it meant the end of an extreme conservative force on the Supreme Court. To conservatives, it meant one fewer warrior for their cause.
As an openly gay black Ivy League grad, I regarded Scalia as the enemy. He wasn’t fond of my ability to love my partner through marriage.
The first ItalianAmerican Supreme Court justice even recently suggested that blacks don’t belong in elite universities, which was beyond preposterous.
While some in the media have tried to whitewash his oppressive attitudes — labeling him a “Conservative Lion” — I’m not too concerned about that.
What disappoints me the most is how those who have risen — despite Scalia’s cruel judicial attempts to suppress them — can’t move past the pettiness.
“Ding dong, the witch is dead,” one person posted on my Facebook timeline.
“Scalia can finally rot in hell where he belongs,” another wrote.
All the while, I just couldn’t seem to find it in my heart to spew such hatred, because I didn’t think it could make matters better.
Respect for the dead is a sacred value that was instilled in me when I was a child.
Regardless of how we may individually feel about Scalia, he was a lawful man who had a family.
It reminds me of seeing the racist tweets when former NAACP Chairman Julian Bond died. I was disgusted.
In this case, what makes us any different from our aggressors when we choose to celebrate the death of people who don’t share our politics?
How do we foster a community of progressive resilience when we take advantage of the low- hanging fruit of malice?
What gains do we make when we fall into the trap of having double standards for cruelty?
Progressives shouldn’t find victory in the absence of an adversary, but in the vindication of their allies.
It’s about winning the war, not the battle. And you can be victorious with grace.