I wish I could say that in my online writing I have managed to resist the temptation to label others and thus turn them into discredited, ghostly cartoons that have little to do with their human realities, but alas, I have trod that path all too happily, only stepping off it when one of my sons challenged me to define the thems and theys of my rants. I could not, of course, but in making the attempt I discovered how readily — even eagerly — I had been discounting human beings about whom I actually knew nothing, and that my pre-judging of them meant that I was, yes, prejudiced.
Mindful of that humiliating lesson, I have been trying to break that habit of broad denunciation; I have come to detest words like progressive and liberal and conservative and lefty and right-winger and the ease with which we throw these divisive labels about for the express purpose of insta-discrediting one another. Our propensity to label-and-dismiss each other is quickly leading our nation and our Church toward dangerous cliffs, and though we have gleefully turned each other into cartoons, we will not be able to reclaim solid ground from the thin air, once were launched. I accuse myself of assisting in this careening madness, and I want off.