Musings on Charlie Kirk

 

 

Cut Off the Oxygen

 

There’s a John Prine* song with a chorus that goes: Blow up your TV. Throw away your paper/Go the country. Build you a home/Plant a little garden. Eat a lotta peaches/Try an’ find Jesus, on your own.

 

I already have a home in the woods, albeit in the ‘burbs, and my gardening skills are minimal, but the rest of the song (“Spanish Pipe Dream”) resonates. I pulled out one of my guitars, sang it, and smiled, though I was in terrible voice. (This happens about every other time I play these days.)

 

This is my prelude to Charlie Kirk. I had never heard of him until he was shot. I wish he hadn’t been; I was much happier when he was a complete unknown instead of a right-wing martyr. I’ve known lots of guys like Kirk and have done my best to ignore them rather than getting bent out of shape about what they say. The town where I grew up had/has many evangelicals and very few Jews or Catholics. I’ve not done a head count but it’s possible evangelicals outnumber mainstream Protestants. I have gone to a few evangelical services out of curiosity. To say they were not my thang is an understatement.

 

During my young adulthood there were other voices that conflated faith with capitalism, love of celebrity, or both. I admire religious people who hold fast to faith as a way to live a good life. I too was once involved with a youth group when I was searching to make sense of–to use Douglas Adams’ words–life, the universe, and everything.* It was not, by the way, Campus Crusade for Christ, which was way too conservative. I have no idea if it’s still around and, if so, what it’s like now. Back then, though, CCC seemed more interested in condemnation than salvation. The 1970s and 80s were when TV evangelists sprouted like weeds: Jim and Tammy Faye Bakker, Joel Osteen, Oral Roberts, Pat Robertson, Jimmy Lee Swaggert, Robert Tilton…. It didn’t require a college education to know that most were hucksters milking gullible cash cows to keep them in mansions, luxury cars, and (in some cases) hookers. There were also those like Hal Lindsey*, who were latter day Millerites predicting the apocalypse. I’m looking out my study window and can report that Earth is still here.

 

I don’t wish to tar every minister or person of faith with a brush of fraud. I’ve also known religious leaders who were the proverbial salt of the earth. I’m not Catholic, but I knew Father Mike of St. Michaels College in mid-80s and he’d get my vote for canonization. I won't embarrass locals I'd lump in the same camp. There is, however, a reason why movies like Elmer Gantry, Boy Erased, Frailty, Guyana, Jesus Camp, Leap of Faith, The Night of the Hunter, Martha Marcy May Marlene, Marjoe, The Master, The Magdalene Sisters, and scores more exist. And I’ve not even touched upon those blowing the lid off of hucksterism in other faiths. My standard comes from Mary Chapin Carpenter who reminds us: forgiveness doesn’t come with a debt.

 

It also doesn’t come with a complete disregard for human nature. Or reason. Millions of kids go through youth groups and hear messages akin to those of Charlie Kirk. As they age, most eventually go down a different path. Why? All the usual human reasons linked to ideals versus desire. Mainly they find an ascetic’s life too confining, either because it’s impractical or the messenger doesn’t practice what he preaches. To go back to John Prine, the disillusioned realize they need to work out things for themselves.

 

I don’t know how sincere Kirk was, but I know it’s stupid to kill people like him. Okay, my Quakerism says it’s stupid to kill anyone, but it’s wicked dumb to create martyrs or applaud murderers. Hucksters, fanatics, celebrities, and influencers feed off our oxygen. Ignore them. Turn off the TV, toss aside the paper, and try to find Jesus/Allah/Buddha/etc. on your own. Ditto music or clothing you like or a Democrat who can get elected. Okay, maybe the last one is far-fetched.  

 

* For the record, Prine was a serious Christian. Adams is the author of The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy sci-fi series. Lindsey (d. 2004) wrote The Late Great Planet Earth and numerous sequels.