{"id":202,"date":"2018-06-26T23:46:58","date_gmt":"2018-06-27T03:46:58","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.superversivesf.com\/inklings\/?p=202"},"modified":"2018-06-26T23:47:28","modified_gmt":"2018-06-27T03:47:28","slug":"the-goal-of-the-superversive","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.superversivesf.com\/inklings\/2018\/06\/26\/the-goal-of-the-superversive\/","title":{"rendered":"The Goal of the Superversive"},"content":{"rendered":"

This is a reprint of one of the original Superversive Blog essays.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Let me tell you a brief story.<\/span><\/p>\n

As a child, I distained Cliffsnotes. I insisted on actually reading the book. I would like to instill the same virtue in my children. But recently, I made my first exception.<\/span><\/p>\n

My daughter had to read Steinbeck\u2019s The Pearl<\/em> for class. We read it together. She read part. I read part. The writing was just gorgeous. The life of the people involved drawn so lovingly. The dreams the young man had for his baby son were so poignant, so touching.<\/span><\/p>\n

Worried about what kind of book this\u00a0 might be, I read the end first. It looked okay. So, we read the book together.<\/span><\/p>\n

Turns out, I had missed something\u2014the part where the baby got shot.<\/span><\/p>\n

Not a happy story.<\/span><\/p>\n

Next, she brought home Of Mice and Men<\/em>. We started it together. What a gorgeous and beautifully writing\u2014the descriptions of nature, the interaction between the two characters. A man named George, who could be off doing well on his own, is taking care of a big and simple man named Lennie, who accidentally kills the mice he loves because of his awkward big strength. In George, despite his gruff manner and his bad language, we see a glimpse of what is best in the human spirit, a glimpse of light in a benighted world.<\/span><\/p>\n

The scene of the two camping out and discussing their hopes of someday owning their own little farm, where Lennie could tend rabbits, was so touching and hopeful, so filled with pathos and sorrow, and so beautifully written. Steinbeck is clearly one of the great masters of word use.<\/span><\/p>\n

But I remembered The Pearl<\/em>.\u00a0 I glanced ahead, but this time, I looked more carefully.<\/span><\/p>\n

On the next to last page, while discussing how their hoped-for little farm with rabbits is almost within their grasp, George presses a pistol against the back of Lennie\u2019s head and shoots.<\/span><\/p>\n

Now, in the story, he does it with a terribly heavy heart. He does it for \u201ca good reason\u201d\u2014Lennie accidentally killed someone, but\u2026<\/span><\/p>\n

That doesn\u2019t make it better.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

I sat there holding the remains of my heart, which Steinbeck had just ripped out and stamped on. The devotion of this good man George had led to nothing. All their golden hopes turned to dross, sand.<\/span><\/p>\n

And it wasn\u2019t just the end. The book was full of examples of \u201cthe ends justify the means\u201d type of thinking \u2013 such as a man killing four of nine puppies, so that the other five will have a chance.<\/span><\/p>\n

Very realistic? Check. Very down to earth? Check. Very \u201cthe way of the world\u201d? Check.<\/span><\/p>\n

Why give a book like this to children to read? What are we trying to teach them? That life is difficult and<\/em> meaningless? That sometimes its okay to kill something we love for a \u201cgood reason\u201d? That life is pointless? That dreams and hopes are a sham? That no matter how you try, you cannot improve upon your circumstance, so it\u2019s better not to even hope? (That was what The Pearl<\/em> was about.)<\/span><\/p>\n

What possible good is such a message doing our children?<\/span><\/p>\n

Maybe if a child grew up in posh circumstances and had never seen hardship\u2014maybe then, there would be a good reason for letting them know that \u201cout there\u201d it can get hard.<\/span><\/p>\n

But this was my<\/em> daughter\u2014whose youth resembles that of Hansel and Gretel, and not the fun parts about candy houses and witches. There are many things she needs in life\u2014but pathos-filled reminders of how harsh life can be is not<\/em> one of them.<\/span><\/p>\n

The book was also full of cursing. I\u2019m not sure I would have noticed, but my daughter kept complaining.<\/span><\/p>\n

I closed the book and refused to read any more of it. I told her we\u2019d find the answers online. She ended up getting help with it from her brother (who had been forced to read the book at school the previous year) and from a friend.<\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019ve seen some of the other books on the school curriculum. Many of them are like this. In the name of \u201crealism,\u201d these works preach hopelessness and darkness.<\/span><\/p>\n

They are lies!<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

So, you might ask, why does it matter if our children are being fed lies? They\u2019re just stories, right?<\/span><\/p>\n

What do stories matter?<\/span><\/p>\n

Stores teach us about how the world is. They teach us despair, or they teach us hope. In particular, they teach us about the nature of hope and when it is appropriate to have it.<\/span><\/p>\n

So why is hope\u2014that fragile, little flutter at the bottom of Pandora\u2019s jar\u2014so important?<\/span><\/p>\n

Because hope needs to be hoped before miracles can be requested.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

In life, some things will go badly. True. Some things will go well. But what about everything in between? What about those moments when hope, trust, dare I say, faith<\/em>, is required to make the difference between a dark ending and a happy one?<\/span><\/p>\n

If we have been taught that hope and dreams are a pointless fantasy, a waste of time, we might never take the step of faith necessary to turn a dark ending into a joyful one.<\/span><\/p>\n

Think I am being unrealistic, and my head\u2019s in the clouds? Let me give a few examples.<\/span><\/p>\n

Example One:<\/span><\/p>\n

I heard a story on the radio the other day. A woman named Trisha is dying of cancer. She has an eight year old son named Wesley and no one else. No close friends. No relatives. No hope for her son.<\/span><\/p>\n

Trisha met another Trisha\u2026the angel who ministered to her in the hospital in the form of her nurse. When the news came that her illness was terminal, Trisha worked up the courage to do something astonishing. She asked her nurse: \u201cWhen I die, will you take my son?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The nurse went home and spoke to her husband and her four children. They said yes<\/em>. They not only agreed to take Wesley, they took both Wesley and<\/em> Trisha into their home, caring for them both as Trisha\u2019s illness grows worse.<\/span><\/p>\n

What if Trisha, laying in her bed in pain, had not had the faith, the hope, to ask her nurse this question? What would have become of her little boy?<\/span><\/p>\n

If Trish believed the \u201crealism\u201d preached by Steinbeck and other \u201crealists\u201d, she would never have had the courage to ask her nurse for help.<\/span><\/p>\n

Example Two:<\/span><\/p>\n

Don Ritchie is an Australian who lives across from a famous suicide spot, a cliff known as The Gap. At least once a week, someone comes to commit suicide there.<\/span><\/p>\n

Don and his wife keep an eye out the window. If they see someone at the edge, Don strolls out there. He smiles and talks to them. He offers them a cup of tea.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sometimes, they come in for tea. Sometimes, they just go home. On a few occasions, he\u2019s had to hold someone, while his wife called the police. Sometimes, the person jumps anyway.<\/span><\/p>\n

Don and his wife figure they\u2019ve saved around a hundred and sixty lives.<\/span><\/p>\n

What if Don had believed that hopes and dreams are dross, and he never walked out there? What if he had spent the years standing in his living room, shaking his head and cursing the fact that he bought a house in such an unlucky place?<\/span><\/p>\n

There are people living lives, perhaps children born who would not have been, merely because Don did not give up on those caught by despair.<\/span><\/p>\n

Example Three:<\/span><\/p>\n

Andrea Pauline was a student at the University of Colorado. She traveled to Uganda to study microfinancing for a semester. While she was there, she discovered that some of the local orphan children were being abused.<\/span><\/p>\n

Andrea refused to leave the country until the government did something. She received death threats. She would not back down.<\/span><\/p>\n

The government of Uganda took the forty-some children away from their caretakers\u2014and gave them to Andrea. She and her sister now run an orphanage in Uganda called Musana (Sunshine). They have over a hundred children. (Matthew West was inspired by her story to write the song Do Something<\/em> — http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=b_RjndG0IX8<\/a> )<\/span><\/p>\n

What if Andrea had believed the things preached by Of Mice and Men<\/em> and The Pearl<\/em>?<\/span><\/p>\n

What if she had come home to America and cried into her pillow over the sad plight of those children back in Africa? What if she pent her time putting plaintive posts on Facebook about how the sad state of the world and how blue it made her feel?<\/span><\/p>\n

Over a hundred children, living a better life, because one teenage girl refused to give up hope.<\/span><\/p>\n

This is what the Superversive Literary Movement is for\u2014to whisper to the future Trisha\u2019s, Don\u2019s, and Andrea\u2019s that miracles are possible.<\/span><\/p>\n

That hope is not a cheat.<\/span><\/p>\n

The goal of the Superversive is to bring hope, where there is no hope; to bring courage, where without courage, hope would never be manifested.<\/span><\/p>\n

The goal of the Superversive is to be light to a benighted world.<\/span><\/p>\n

The goal of the Superversive is:\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

To tell the truth.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

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