Don't Call Me That -
A Liberal Call to Arms

Guy T. Sturino
You know, a person can wait a long time for what, in education, they call the “teachable moment”. I think I’ve been waiting now for about six years. Actually, I’ve been waiting since the Bush campaign began to denigrate John McCain. That campaign was the beginning of a new era in American politics, which is, ‘avoidance of the issue in the extreme’. It’s something I, along with anyone else who talks politics, encounters every day on every issue.

It has become, for some folks anyway, totally acceptable today to refuse to talk about issues and instead to loudly and strongly demean the person who holds a contrary view. At least it has become so for those who remain in resolute denial of reality and maintain an utter certainty that their party can do no wrong. Just as the preacher who yells “blasphemer” or “heathen” at anyone who doesn’t accept his personal savior, the political right has brought the fervor of religion and the practice of name calling into the political arena.

Before I go on it’s probably a good idea to let you know a little about me. I have a degree in Engineering from the University of Wisconsin, and had a career that included either managing or being a prominent part of international supplier quality departments for multi-million dollar corporations for a bit over 15 years. In those positions, I had the good fortune to visit and work in places from Beijing China to the borders of Eastern Europe. When I quit traveling I taught middle and high school for seven years until I retired. So now you know where I got the phrase ‘teachable moment’.

I can assure you that in my classrooms, such forms of verbal exchange as I described above were not allowed. I can also assure you that after graduation from high school my students, along with all the other graduates have been witness to some extremely poor examples of how to get along and how to discuss important issues. What makes this moment so teachable is that although I see the same kind of thing on the Senate floor almost every day, I never have it in writing to use as an example. I could share a few of the emails I get from friends and acquaintances, but you might think I just made them up. But this, if you wish, you can look up for yourself.

My ‘teachable moment’ came with the article Anti-War Creatures Mad at Media for Covering Rita Instead of Washington March, written by Edwin A. Sumcad, a professed academic. In the article, Mr. Sumcad resorted to calling those who protested in Washington “marching ‘oddballs’”, and then went on to say that “The media was not in the streets of Washington to listen, broadcast or write about the continuous crucifixion of President George W. Bush by ignorant leftwing Washington rallyists whose anti-Bush accusations about the war in Iraq border on lunacy. Crucifixion?


If a person chose to read on, they would encounter the phrases “ignorant cranks . . .idiotic accusation . . . odd march of political vice and villains . . . those “creatures” of the streets . . . we are no longer dealing with likable bipeds that talk and walk the planet with a human heart. Just “creatures”, “screwballs” or walking “oddballs”. . . ignorant anti-war campaigners . . .”, but enough, I tire of the exercise.

Now Mr. Sumcad has a long list of credentials. “Academic, other works -- has degrees in literature and jornalism, masters in development economics, and in civil law; journalist, practicing lawyer, Finance Attache, ASEAN specialist, retired diplomat, and former deputy permanent representative to the United Nations.” Much flashier than my own credentials. My point being, that it doesn’t seem to matter much what a person’s background is, if politics is internalized like religion the results are the same. I have heard remarks similar to those of Mr. Sumcad from people as socially elevated as the Honorable Orin Hatch, and from folks much closer to me, such as a journeyman dry wall hanger.

So what’s the lesson? What is there in all of this that anyone should care about?

It’s this – everyone who uses this type of point-avoidance argument is turning the strength of liberals against them. The essence of the liberal movement is civility. It is the only thing that allows so many people of differing opinions on so many issues to unite so strongly for what they consider the most important goals. It is the civility of earnest discussion about the things that matter, and the unwavering acceptance of the idea that everyone deserves to be heard, that keeps the liberal camp under one roof. And since we won’t descend to the level of name calling, it’s high time we began to at least point out the lack of civility in those who do, and to do it loud and clear.

Name calling, like profanity, is the strong expression of a weak mind, no matter how educated or uneducated the user. Unquestioning political apostles who block their ears and begin to shout in order to avoid listening to anything not written in the party platform need to be avoided like the plague. The next time someone even begins to avoid the legitimate discussion of differing points of view by demeaning the character of the speaker, let them know that they are irrelevant to any educated discussion. And do it where their friends can hear.

But no name calling.
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Guy T. Sturino

My Name is Guy Sturino and I came to be in November of 1940 in Kenosha, Wisconsin. By the time I reached six years old my dad was back home and we had defeated both Germany and Japan.

The country was riding high. Sure, times were tough. Both my parents worked fairly regularly, but still we moved often and we spent a few of those early years in government project housing. TV came to our house when I was eleven.

When I was twelve I became an alter boy at Holy Rosary Catholic Church. Like all alter boys, I even thought someday I'd become a Priest. By the time I finished high school that illusion was gone and with it my fondness for the Catholic church. But, that's another story all by itself.

In high school Civics class we learned that we were the greatest. We learned that Democracy meant capitalism and Communism was the same as socialism. We were taught that Democracy was good and that socialism was bad. At the same time Joe McCarthy was telling us that Communists were hiding under our beds and if the bomb didn't get us those Commies sure would.

I took all that with me when I joined the Marines in '59 when my education really got started. In Thailand I learned about Buddhism, and how people who had very little and worked from dawn to dusk every day were the happiest and most sharing as a group that I had met up until that time. In Japan I saw and lived in a culture built around working together to achieve great things as opposed to the do-it-yourself rugged individualism expected in the American culture. Along the way I got to visit the Philippines and South Korea.

When I came home in '63 I drove a bread truck for a while and then hand poured aluminum in a foundry until the GI bill was signed in '65. I got a degree in Applied Science and Technology and went to work for American Motors. After a few years as a chassis engineer I moved over to quality control and eventually traveled Europe assessing quality systems in supplier manufacturing facilities. By the time I had interacted with workers in England, Ireland, France, Germany, Switzerland, Spain and Italy, as well as China, South Korea and Japan, I had a totally new perspective on what was a fair return for a days work.

I worked for a couple of other companies before vacationing in Virginia Beach with my daughter and deciding that the tickets in my pocket for Riyadh and New Deli were simply too much after just returning from Beijing. I found a pizza shop for sale and bought it. Unfortunately I wasn't very successful as a restaurateur, and took a job as a substitute teacher for a year.

Undaunted, I applied for a job as a teacher assistant the next year and got it. Two years later I was teaching algebra in an alternative high school where, at 62 years old I retired.
I already had a serious interest in politics, but having the time to actually watch the House and the Senate on Cspan really got my interest. I learned things about our government that I certainly never heard about in school and I had to wonder why not. About 2005 I decided to begin sharing my thoughts on the web. By the middle of 2007 I sort of lost, not the interest, but the drive to communicate.

Recent events have changed that.

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