I Am Sorry
A cranky opinion by way of an apology for
Cranky Opinion Friday
I am sorry.
I did not mean what I said. I spoke too quickly and without thinking. I now realize that words have consequences and I probably hurt many people very deeply. It was the furthest thing from my intent. It is not who I am.
I am sorry.
I need to take some time off to reflect on my words and to understand that I have faults and I have not been properly educated on the seriousness of the situation. I plan to enroll in courses that will enlighten me. I need to be retaught. I need to learn to think more correctly and to be more aware and sensitive to the feelings of others.
I believe much of the fault lies in my earliest years. I learned to read from Dr. Seuss. I grew up loving trees and music and animals. I was taught old math. I learned to write first in longhand, then script and finally in cursive which has led to my confusion. I grew up without Sesame Street. Instead, I watched a puppet who had an animal skin wearing sidekick and featured a fake Native American Princess. In my world as a young impressionable child, doctors, judges and politicians were all men…white men. Women were nurturers. They were nurses, elementary school teachers, secretaries and moms.
In school I was forced to affirm my love for this country…every day. Some years I was even forced to read from the bible in school. I was taught that George Washington was a great man, Abe Lincoln was honest, Jefferson was fair and Franklin was wise. I was instructed to believe that our country was great, it was special, the Constitution was special and Capitalism was good. I did learn that the country was not perfect; slavery was very bad, and we forced our ways on Native Americans and usurped their land claims. I knew that some people needed help through no fault of their own, but there was little emphasis on governments responsibility to provide that help.
I grew up believing that if you were born a boy, you became a man. If you were born a girl, you became a woman. I did not know there was a choice. There were no gay people, only confirmed bachelors and spinsters; no one told me about closets. Doctors said that smoking was good for you, alcohol was encouraged, gambling was illegal and marijuana made you insane.
None of this is a valid excuse. I should know better. I am not a good person. I will try and be better.
Please accept this preemptive apology for any offense you may feel I have committed, or I undoubtedly will eventually commit.
I should know better.