To: Rambi who wrote (65888 ) 11/27/2004 8:16:04 AM From: Crocodile Read Replies (2) | Respond to of 71178 Rambi and Mq, I've read through both of your comments on religion, inclusion, exclusion, etc... It would be nice to say that I've had experiences similar to Mq's. However, I've had a lot more of along the lines of the one which Rambi described happening at the performance. I was raised in a household which wasn't very religious, but in which my mom's mother had a very strong influence. She was a very kind person (to a fault), and quite religious, but in a casual way -- I don't think she went to church very often, but she prayed and read from her bible a lot -- no doubt, in part, because she had had 4 sons in the navy in WWII and did a lot of worrying. My mom recalls how her mother used to spend many nights pacing back and forth across the floors of their house, going from window to window looking off into the darkness during the entire span of the war years. In our house, religion was more a way of living, so I hesitate to even think of it as religion. It was something more akin to ethics. We've talked about the Thumper's Mother philosophy... "If you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all." I was taught the following phrase before I had any real concept of what it meant: "There but by the grace of god go I." My family were very much followers of the "just turn the other cheek" and "do unto others as you would have them do unto you" way of thinking. I think the fairly constant reinforcement of these ideas caused us to be quite caring of others, but in many ways, I don't think it prepared us for the reality of the outside world. I know that I suffered many hurts along the road to growing up, and it was probably due to my belief that all people would naturally treat each other with fairness and equality. However, in the real world, such was often not the case. Some of those experiences were due to having a different religion to others -- a couple of times when I was growing up, we moved into neigbourhoods which had high populations of catholics (it seems that traditional neighbourhoods were often like that in those days - perhaps arrayed around respective churches). In one case, my Dad took a job in another city and when we moved in, the kids on the street found out I was protestant (not that I was much of one), and they continuously told me I was going to burn in hell and they played games with their rosaries and so on. This was all very strange to me. In my teens, living in Montreal, it was actually dangerous to try to cut through the corner of the catholic schoolyard on the way to the public school beyond because you would be pelted with rocks. But i learned that protestants were not much different when my German friend's very religious mother wouldn't let our Indian friend step on their property, so he had to sit on the curb down the street and wait for his friend to come out to play. Such events (and many others) disturbed me greatly and obviously made such an impression that I remember most of them to this day. But I digress.. I meant to get to this part about how children, when faced with exclusionary behaviour, may retreat into their own world and become reluctant to engage after awhile. In my own family, if we came home feeling hurt hurt, angry or upset (or hit on the head by a stone pelted by someone), my mother or grandmother would invariably sing us a particular song which was, no doubt, intended to make our hurts seem much less than the child described in the lyrics. It was a sentimental song called "Stay in your own backyard" about a black child who is ostracized by white children and comes home to his mother to be rocked and sung to then told to play in his own backyard. (yep, pretty bizarre, eh?) I just took a quick look online for the lyrics and found this page which made me laugh because the writer must have been raised by a grandmother almost the same as my own. The funny part is that the woman describes my own reaction to the world even now. If I find that people, politics or scenes of environmental degradation are getting me down, I turn away from the rest of the world and spend a few days hiking in places where I know I'll be unlikely to see or talk to another person -- or just stay around my own farm and avoid talking to others. Anyhow, here's the link for anyone who is interested.e-scribblers.com So, I don't quite know what to say about exclusion, except to say that I've experienced it in many ways, either first hand, or second hand, due to differences that I or my friends have had in relgion, race, gender, or even on the basis of whether one had a Barbie doll or was wearing the right make of running shoes. I expect my own intolerance of exclusionary behaviour is one of the reasons why I don't bother to participate much in society even to this day -- so perhaps I'm a little "exclusionary" too. (o: croc