We have become so accustomed to the word sectarian punctuating the news like an asthmatic siren in the night, that we have often forgotten the curtains which separate us as a people. Indeed, the mind does [fill] the biggest voids in quietly promethean efforts of reassurance. [“Mind Full of Voids,” Sideways Glance by Rikki Hall, Feb. 19, 2009] But, while Mr. Adkisson’s notion to act upon the murderous strain that lies in us all might have been either quashed or simply distracted by a steady job and a marital promise unbroken, I urge caution when trusting in the inexhaustibility of the virtues of health care, stability, and thriving small business. These things, plausibly corruptible as they are, are only good insofar as they are imbued with a different sort of goodness.
What, perhaps, would Mr. Adkisson have done under the influence of a willing ear, a cup of coffee, and an hour of generous time? These things are likely to hold greater sway than success as we temporally define it. Ask any tenured bartender in town about the stories they hear, and then thank God that they hear them. The opposite (to) the bottling and fermenting of our sickest thoughts is, I think, a part of that which has a tendency to grow Jim Adkissons. The inherent danger (and yes, I do find it dangerous in this worldview) is that it often does operate within a void of evidence, just like the voids that exist on either side of even the most bipartisan aisles.
As to your expectancy that there is a significant lack of decency on the right, it is mirrored only by the right’s expectancy that there is no decency on the left. Alas, we have heard questions of having decency before, spoken decades ago in distant senatorial chambers. This unwillingness to listen, to walk alongside (I know, because I myself possess it) is building violence out of voids, and while such slander may not be as great a crime as murder, I wonder if it is not in the same spirit.
Adam Whipple, Knoxville