So, the other day, maybe it was yesterday, one of those flashes of epically brilliant insight (they flash, brilliant and intermittent as they are) came to me, and I sloppily made a little poetic piece out of it, about bearing the burdens of our ancestors wrong-doings, something those of us with a tendency towards feeling guilty about things we didn’t even do like to cheer for, reparations and such to the progeny of the enslaved, or the kids and grandkids and who knows how many generations now of the folks from whom we White Western Europeans stole this land, I didn’t do it, not me, I bought every piece of real estate I ever laid any claim to, but that’s beside the point, but it is something that lots of folks consider.
Bearing the burdens of our ancestors, the sins of the fathers (and mothers) passed down upon the sons (and daughters), even if paying money for reparations seems scant pay back for slavery or genocide or lynchings or whatever, we white folks with consciences kind of like the idea.
What I suspect most of us aren’t all that crazy about, and this is a real stretch for me, because I don’t have kids, never will, to the best of my knowledge my nieces and nephews don't have any, and this is the reality of my family, I flat out don’t know, not with the one nephew no body knows about and the other nobody talks about, is the idea that their kids and grandchildren, et al., are going to flat-out bear the very heavy burdens of not only our ridiculously irresponsible and ugly behaviors, but all of our ancestors’ too.
And so are the progeny of all the people we’ve f**ked over (Zucking Fuckerburg and his censorship) over the millennia, the kids of our slaves and those we’ve displaced and or mostly wiped out in our over the top we’re number one and our god is best way.
So, I’m just, like, totally NOT GUILTY of any of the crimes or sins my ancestors committed, and really, I don’t know that any of them committed any, I’ve acted criminally a time or three, I’ve even sinned, nobody’s definition but my own, more than once, and I suspect we all do, and I’m guilty of mine, for sure, but not Uncle Bob’s or Great Grandpa Strode’s or anyone else’s, and what’s really a bitch, is that as WE ALL commit sins against nature and the environment every single day, I mean, it’s like impossible not to in the Modern Western World, and really, Eastern, too, not many places a person can live in harmony with the world, and EVERY child of the earth is going to suffer for it.
So really, the “burden” of my ancestors’ sins and wrongdoings that WE ALL carry aren’t mine, they belong to all of us, the world even, and those way, way awful ugly things that seem to be coming down the pike, or pipe, it works either way, they’re all going to belong to EVERYBODY, too.
But I imagine it will be like anything else, or like now, until, well, it isn’t, some will feel that burden, heavily, carry it, let it weigh them down (feels damned heavy to me, all those sins everybody in the past committed), others will blithely go through life flitting with butterflies and burning fossil fuels and enslaving others, bearing little or no burden at all.
Life just doesn’t seem fair sometimes, but then, fairness might be one of those things that silly humans just made up, and only those who believe in it bear the burden of unfairness and injustice. Folks who don’t believe in it just don’t care, I guess, and their progeny, well, I guess they won’t have to bear any burdens, right?
It’s all so confusing sometimes.