In the late summer and fall of 1969 there was a great deal of hostility and discrimination between the Black and White communities in New York City. The general level of communication was resentful or antagonistic among strangers from each.
A while ago I wrote a post about a squabble in Arizona over whether a humanist could give a benediction to the state legislature that didn’t mention God. There were strong feelings on each side.
When I was a kid in the 70’s, I went to Sunday school at my synagogue. We did arts, crafts, sang songs and learned about Judaism. But the lessons weren’t always fun and games. We studied Jewish history, which was often wrought with persecution.
It was 1938. Adolph Hitler (Time Magazine’s “Man of the Year”) had begun dropping in on his neighbors without an invitation. It was also the year that a 23 year old genius actor-director named Orson Welles, had a bright idea. He decided to punch up the drama on the radio show The Mercury Theatre on the Air, which did dramatizations of classic novels.
We as Scientologists have worked hard to demonstrate our values to the world. We help. We are first responders to world disasters. We are mothers and fathers, neighbors and tutors. Nice people, moral people. We have faces and names. We have rights. And one of them is the right to practice our religion.
I met Christians, Buddhists, Bahá’ís, Sikhs and Muslims. They were all united in their belief that fundamental human rights belong to every single person on earth and that teaching others the value of these rights is one of the most important things we could be doing.
Ortega was the chief editor of the Village Voice when it harbored Backpage.com, which, according to numerous media reports, was the nation’s leading facilitator for the sale of children for sex. Its three owners have been under U.S. Senate Subcommittee investigation.
I know a lot about hate. Unfortunately, I’ve had way too much experience with intolerance and bigotry. I’m an expert in it. You’d think that perhaps I grew up in the Jim Crow South or some war-torn nation in the Middle East.
“Stay away from that,” warned my history professor, glaring at the book in my bag. “I’m serious.” “It’s… dangerous!” These long forgotten words came back to me recently while reading about the discovery of the oldest known map to depict Mundus Novus, the New World.