A bitch listened to Diane Rehm’s show on NPR yesterday morning and to the discussion of the political movement dujour, No Labels.
The No Labels movement seeks to reduce partisan politics and find “common-sense” solutions to problems. Supporters point out that tons of Americans say they are tired of partisanship and bickering and gridlock.
After a brief rant at my car radio, I decided to post about this shit.
The No Labels Movement is the School of Tolerance by another name.
Longtime readers know that this bitch is not a fan of tolerance. People tolerate a stench when they have to and they do away with it as soon as they are able to – thus, being the thing that is “tolerated” is not a safe or powerful position to be in.
I reject the No Labels Movement because it assumes that the principles folks advocate on behalf are negotiable.
Where we go to lunch is negotiable.
Reproductive justice is not.
Now, I understand that everyone doesn’t have the same list of non-negotiable shit.
But I urge the No Labels folks to consider that one person’s negotiable issue is another person’s life, liberty and happiness.
Here’s the thing…I’m rather familiar with the products produced by Can’t We All Just Get Along? compromises.
Our nation’s founders kicked the slavery ball down the road rather that launch into the civil war that we ended up fighting anyway.
Jim Crow was the result of a political compromise to “move things forward’ after the Civil War.
Reproductive rights found themselves so swiftly under the bus during health care reform that I honestly wonder if they were laid out on the road before the legislative bus got out of the Congressional garage.
A current example of a fucked up compromise that keeps on fucking would be Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell.
I could go on and on, but my coffee is getting cold!
Anyhoo, all of these examples contain a common thread…getting along and doing “something” tends to require fucking one group or another over.
And that is the giant unsaid in this newish No Labels movement – who among us will get fucked over in the name of civility.
Pause…allow to marinate…continue.
So, can we have a moment of realness?
As I write this post, the Senate is on the verge of calling for a vote to repeal Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell.
Some may try to point to this as an example of a successful compromise…and they are wrong.
We arrive at this point in the road with the careers and lives of countless named and unnamed service-members blanketing the path we’ve trod…
…and we arrive here because of the failure of a bullshit compromise.
Do not let anyone tell you that getting to this moment came through anything other than struggle, activism and having principles.
If it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck, refusing to call it a duck doesn’t make it anything but a duck.