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March 30, 2006
Terrorized
Seraphic Secret is blessed with many close friends who write to us regularly in the comments section, and privately. We have been corresponding with Vincent, not his real name, privately, for quite some time.
Vincent has been telling us his life story in bits and pieces, and we have been urging him to tell it in full, for we believe that it is profound and important.
It is the story of how blinkered and romantic leftist support of terorism can destroy families and almost destroy lives. Here, at last, is Vincent's story. We thank him for having the courage to write these words. We know that it was extremely difficult.
My mother is the archetype of the sort of insane leftist that we've all come to know so well in recent years. I remember, when I was about eight, asking her what the letters "USA" meant on a map on the evening news. I knew what America was, but didn't associate it with that abbreviation. It's the sort of simple little question that kids ask. Her explanation, instead of telling me what the letters actually meant, was simply to say, "They're the bad guys." That pretty much sums her up. That's the crap I grew up with, and it took me years to dig my way out of that sort of mentality. It probably didn't help that I was living in inner London, where that sort of thinking is the norm.
One of the many left-wing articles of faith in my household was that the IRA, the Irish Republican Army, were fighting the good fight. My mum celebrated when the Brighton Bomb went off, though she was disappointed that it didn't kill Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher. And, again, I grew up thinking the same way, because that's what kids do.
At the time of the Victoria Bomb, in 1991, I was living with my dad. At the precise moment the bomb went off, I was in bed asleep, but my dad rang me and woke me up to tell me he was OK. The bomb was detonated at the entrance to platform # 3 a couple of minutes after the train arrived, which means that my dad should have been walking past it when it exploded.
But he'd overslept and missed his train.
Inevitably, it got me thinking. If my dad had been killed, he'd have been killed by the men my mother regarded as heroes. And, knowing her pretty well, I thought I knew what her reaction would be: she'd be upset that he'd been killed, but not to the extent of ceasing to support the IRA. She'd still regard them as fundamentally right.
And I, being a Londoner, was regarded by the IRA as a legitimate target. They were killing people in London all the time. They let off a bomb in Camden High Street, somewhere I hung out pretty much every weekend -- and gave the police a false warning, so that they were evacuating people towards the bomb when it exploded.
I suddenly realised that my mother supported the men who were trying to kill me. Had I been caught in a blast at any point, she'd have been upset, of course, but she'd have blamed the British Government and those bloody Northern Irish Protestants and anyone but the men who'd actually done it, whom she would have continued to support.
That sort of realisation can really put you off a person.
But, nevertheless, I stayed on good terms with her until I went to university. I went to St. Andrews, which is popular with the Northern Irish, so, all of a sudden, I was making friends with lots of Northern Irish people, many of them Protestants, and realising just how wrong the popular picture of them is.
And then I fell in love with one of them.
And I didn't tell my mum.
I was pretty sure that her reaction would be political and dreadful, and I absolutely dreaded her finding out.
I have huge arguments with my sister about this, who thinks that this is really no big deal. But what if I'd started going out with a black girl and dreaded my mum finding out because I knew she hated blacks? No-one seems to have any difficulty understanding the problem with that. The irony is that it is, in part, the staunch anti-racist values drummed into me from an early age by my mother that ended up helping to turn me against her.
Anyway, as long as I didn't tell her about my girlfriend, I could give her the benefit of the doubt. But then I did tell her, and her reaction was worse than even my worst cynicism had suspected. The moment I told her that my girlfriend was Northern Irish, she said, with absolutely no hesitation, "Well, I hope she's a good left-footer and not some bastard proddy."
Then I visited Northern Ireland itself and stayed with my girlfriend's family. Her father was a civil servant whom the police suspected was on an IRA hitlist, so the family would start a car by reaching in, turning the key in the ignition, and then getting into the car. That's the difference between immediate guaranteed death and mere life-threatening injury.
That was 1993, and my relationship with my mother has never really recovered. I can't imagine that it ever will. The Northern Irish are some of the nicest people in the world, and my mother thinks it's OK to kill them or torture them to death because of something that happened eight-hundred years ago.
My girlfriend and I split up at the end of that year, but, wonderfully enough, we got back together again a few years and failed relationships later, and are now happily married.
My mother was not invited to the wedding. I haven't spoken to her since sometime in 2001, and am much happier for it. Towards the end, conversations with her only depressed me anyway, and they'd become rather one-sided, because I had nothing to say to her.
That's a short version. There's lots more to it, of course -- mainly about the fact that she was a bloody awful mother anyway, who let me know on a daily basis that she'd wanted a daughter -- her feminism extended to holding it against her own offspring for being born male -- but those are the salient points.
Posted by Robert J. Avrech at March 30, 2006 06:52 PM
Comments
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1. No profanity.2. No Israel bashing. We debate, we discuss, we are respectful. You know what Israel bashing is. The world is full of it. Seraphic Secret is one of the few places in the world that will not tolerate this form of anti-Semitism. That's it. Break either of these rules and you will be banned.
Wow, "Vincent," what a story! Thank you for sharing it with us...and thank you, Robert & Karen, for encouraging him to do so.
I guess this was a Seraphic University assignment for the International Relations course, huh?
Posted by: Pearl at March 30, 2006 05:56 AM
Pearl:
And you get an A in the course.
Yes, "Vincent" in an amazing man, we are lucky to have him as a friend.
Posted by: Robert Avrech at March 30, 2006 05:57 AM
Vincent:
Your story confirms my suspicions that those who conciously side with terrorists are mentally ill. Any mother who would rather not have a relationship with her child than to change or modify her political beliefs is... well, not all there.
I pray you stay strong, because your personal struggle must be harder than people like me who only need to stand up against strangers.
Posted by: Jake at March 30, 2006 06:31 AM
"Vincent": Just keep writing. Clarity, peace of mind, gentle nods and pats on the cheek ... and a thousand other delicacies that only people who cherish LIFE appreciate - they're your birthright. Keep sitting on the beach, so to speak, the tide will come in for you.
Posted by: Jeremiah at March 30, 2006 07:27 AM
Vincent,
I would like to echo the sentiments above and thank you for your courage to share your story. I have no doubt that it was very hard.....
Stay strong.....and know that many of us out here in the blogosphere support you.
Posted by: Lance at March 30, 2006 08:05 AM
When a man writes this: "I suddenly realised that my mother supported the men who were trying to kill me."
and another man writes this: "We thank him for having the courage to write these words. We know that it was extremely difficult."
it's offensive that some will try to commandeer it to make their own talking points.
Out of modest appreciation for "Vincent"'s contribution, I decided to not go "political" in my earlier comment. But, here goes.
Listen to the audio clip at this link: http://www.zombietime.com/galloway_sf/
(it's also transcribed on the page)
Pro-Saddam, anti-Western British MP George Galloway speaks in San Francisco ... in a vicious, bloodcurdling, and bloodthirsty brogue you can't imagine till you hear it.
That's what reading about Vincent's mum made me think of.
Posted by: Jeremiah at March 30, 2006 08:12 AM
Vincent,
It’s amazing to see how you have risen above the hatred an animosity.
Robert,
You say
“It is the story of how blinkered and romantic leftist support of terrorism”
I would like to disagree; it is a story of how hatred and prejudice of any kind can destroy families…
Posted by: Also A Chussid at March 30, 2006 08:14 AM
The more important point is that one should learn from their parents mistakes. We must love them, despite their mistakes, and strive that we should be better parents.
Robert should not be enabling this person to not be the better parent.
Posted by: Rita at March 30, 2006 08:38 AM
I applaud Vincent for his generosity in sharing his story, and I wish him and his wife many years of happiness.
As the very happy mother of boys, it breaks my heart that a woman would tell her son she wished he was a girl. To cloak it in 'feminist' sentiment is horrid. I hope she will someday recognize what a fine young man he is.
Posted by: Tamara at March 30, 2006 09:03 AM
"Vincent", I'm really sorry you had to go through all that. I'm glad that you were able to overcome all the brainwashing and found happiness with that girl. Good luck!
Posted by: Irina at March 30, 2006 09:58 AM
Chussid:
No, this sad story is not about general hatred and prejudice.
Vincent is very specific. His mother is a supporter of the IRA, a notorious left wing terrorist organization, who by the way, trained in the Bekka valley with PLO Terrorists. No friends of the Jews.
Further, Vincent's mother wanted to know if Vincent's girlfriend was a good "Left-footer," meaning was she a left-winger.
If this story was about right wing hate, I would have introduced it as such.
Your attempt to generalize the specific is positively Orwellian.
Posted by: Robert Avrech at March 30, 2006 10:55 AM
Rita:
Some parents are positively toxic, and children need to separate from them or risk destruction. If this does not come across loud and clear to you in Vincent's story, well...
Posted by: Robert Avrech at March 30, 2006 10:56 AM
A Postively Toxic Pop: Josef Stalin
One of his sons tried to kill himself by putting a gun to his chest. He survived. Josef's first words to him were, "Ha! You missed!"
Posted by: Jeremiah at March 30, 2006 12:12 PM
Hi, everyone. Thanks for your kind words, but don't worry about me: I feel fine. Really.
A couple of points to clarify....
Robert, "left-footer" means "Catholic". I have no idea why. I am constantly amazed by the amount of what I think is obscure British slang that turns out to be well understood by Americans, but this is obviously not one of those cases.
That being said, this attitude of my mother's that political belief trumps everything -- family, friendship, loyalty -- is something I have only ever come across on the Left. And the group identity politics that drives that sort of thinking is quintessentially leftist. Can you imagine any right-wing parallel to my mother's attitude towards my girlfriend? I can't. A right-wing political parent might object to my going out with a Communist or an environmentalist or something -- someone with the wrong beliefs -- but not to my going out with, for instance, a Russian, on the grounds that all Russians are Communists, or a French girl, because of Chirac's stance on the Iraq War. Whereas the belief that all Northern Irish Protestants ("Protestant" being a very loose term here, referring not to your religion but to a combination of your ancestry and the area you live in) are violent bigots who enjoy oppressing and exploiting Catholics and deserve no sympathy when they are murdered by fanatics is broadly accepted on the British Left.
Fans of British political history will remember the SDP, the party that split from the Labour Party. My mother never spoke again to one of her best friends, just because of that. By leaving the Labour Party and joining the SDP, she became persona non grata to my mother. For a Tory never again to speak to one of their best friends simply because they joined UKIP would be regarded as extremely odd, but that sort of Life-of-Brian-type hatred is quite normal on the Left.
Jeremiah, funny you should mention Galloway. My mother was a candidate for the Labour Party four times. Thankfully, she never won an election. It was people like her that Neil Kinnock tried to purge from the party to make it electable again. Guess Galloway got missed.
Rita, you're insane. How on Earth has Robert had any effect whatsoever on my parenting skills?
Posted by: Vincent at March 30, 2006 01:46 PM
Vincent,
That is a hell of a story. I am sorry that you were put in such an uncomfortable position.
Posted by: Jack at March 30, 2006 02:49 PM
Vincent:
Thanks so much for setting me straight on the correct meaning of "Left footer."
My bad.
Posted by: Robert Avrech at March 30, 2006 03:04 PM
Vincent:
Well, now I get it. Your mom has been a political candidate. Candidates for office of all stripes have a special low place in my esteem, not the least of which because almost all of them whom I've known are terrible, terrible parents. This goes for Left, Right, and everywhere in between.
I think you're right that in Europe your mother's kind of "all-or-nothing" orthodoxy is usually a Leftist characteristic. In America, I've actually never heard of anyone being ostracized for marrying the "wrong kind of person" politically. Here, it's always been about religion and sometimes, though less frequently now, race. Perhaps this is because America is still a pretty religious country and politics has replaced religion for a lot of Britons. You can be the better judge of that.
Posted by: Jake at March 30, 2006 05:09 PM
Wow, Vincent! Thanks so much for your story. My grandparents came to the US from Ireland but they never condoned the IRA. The culture can be very unforgiving and absolute and I'm not sure where that comes from. I've been on the receiving end of "social excommunication" for some perceived wrongdoing and it would tear my heart out to do that to one of my kids.
Posted by: Lisa at March 30, 2006 06:35 PM
Vincent: All I can say is this...I have lived through more than my share of family estrangement. Sometimes it is the only choice left. You cannot accept insanity and hatred into your life, just because that person happens to have the same blood. Life is too short, and there are too many people who will love and support you...people who will fill your heart, not twist and turn it inside out. I applaud your choice.
Posted by: Randi(cruisin-mom) at March 30, 2006 07:36 PM
I read this earlier today and I was shaken to the core. Words failed me then, they fail me now. As a mother, it sickens me to know that there are people out there whose political leanings (even religion) are more important than their children. I am so sorry you got so unlucky in the mother dept.
Posted by: Stacey at March 30, 2006 08:42 PM
> You cannot accept insanity and hatred into your life, just because that person happens to have the same blood.
Absolutely. So few people seem to understand that, though. I think most people put their family first no matter what, but don't realise that the reason they feel that way is that they know their siblings and parents would do the same for them. Putting your family first just because they're your family, even if they never reciprocate, is just a road to misery.
> Here, it's always been about religion and sometimes, though less frequently now, race.
Oh, that happens here, too, of course. But it's not a political thing: racism and religious bigotry are popular within all stripes of politics.
Posted by: Vincent at March 31, 2006 12:58 AM
I agree with you, Vincent. Thank you for offering your further comments.
Posted by: Jeremiah at March 31, 2006 05:59 AM
Yes, well any parent who makes their children suffer for ideological reasons is a bad parent. And for that matter, any ideology that demands that its believers put it ahead of the welfare of their children is a morally bankrupt ideology.
Posted by: Michael Jennings at March 31, 2006 06:44 AM
I happen to live in the East End of London, and Galloway technically represents me in parliament. If I am still living at the same place come the next election, I fear I will actually vote for the Labour party - anything to unseat that traitorous scumbag.
Posted by: Michael Jennings at March 31, 2006 06:53 AM
Michael:
One of the best examples here in America is the Red Diaper babies, children brought up as doctrinaire Communists by doctrinaire Communists.
And of course, let us not forget at the other end of the lunatic spectrum, children who are reared in the vile ideology of the KKK.
Michael, any plans to visit us in Los Angeles?
Posted by: Robert Avrech at March 31, 2006 07:14 AM
Vincent, I was intrigued with the "left footer" slang, so I looked up the etiology, and you can correct it if wrong:
>>Left-footer. A Catholic. In Northern Ireland, the inquiry as to which foot you dig with is really an attempt to find out whether you are Catholic or Protestant. The belief is that Catholics dig with the left foot, Protestants with the right. According to Terry Eagleton, two different kinds of spade were traditionally used in Ireland, one in (mainly Catholic) Munster and Connacht, and the other in (partly Protestant) Ulster. One spade was notched on the right side for digging, the other notched on the left. But actually the Catholic spade was notched on the right, the Protestant one on the right. Folklore prevailed: the Catholic "Other" had to be consigned to the left; calling them "right" would have involved dangerous ironies.>>
Posted by: Maurice Sonnenwirth at March 31, 2006 07:19 AM
Vincent: Yes, so few people will understand and support your decision. So few people realize it's a painful choice, but a necessary one. So few people realize and understand, until they too, become the object of that person's hatred and sickness. Treating eachother with humanity and respect comes above all. Being related, does not give a person the right to forego that.
Posted by: Randi(cruisin-mom) at March 31, 2006 07:23 AM
Vincent's story also bespeaks to me of the sickness of the Palestinian mothers who proudly praise their shaheeds, those who murder others. It is the same sickness. I cannot fathom the kind of hatred and sickness and evil it would take to say "I hope his brothers will follow in his path", as some of the Palestinian mothers-of-murderers have said after the attacks.
You did the right thing, Vincent (as if you need us to tell you) to get away from that kind of hatred. It nevertheless is unutterably sad, and again something I cannot fathom, how a mother could be so filled with hate.
She chose to lose you. Robert lost his son and had no choice in the matter, and not a day goes by, and I hope it's ok to to write this, Robert, that he doesn't wish he could bring his son back...how sick is it then that parents such as yours could push you away..or the Pali women can 'hope' their children die.
It's all unfathomable to me. Sometimes, I think that is the problem of the West, that we can't ever truly understand that kind of depravity, and so we try to rationalize it out.
Thanks for sharing.
Posted by: Maurice Sonnenwirth at March 31, 2006 07:27 AM
Maurice:
Karen and I would do anything to have Ariel ZT'L back. To see parents push children to self destruction, is evil beyond imagination. Such a culture, I'm sorry to say, plums the depths of evil and barbarity.
Posted by: Robert Avrech at March 31, 2006 07:41 AM
Pushing a child away is a tough issue for Jews. But I should explain a important distinction I can honestly say that had I married a non-Jewish woman, my family would have cut off all contact with me. BUT NOT because of hatred of non-Jews or disrespect for other religions... it would have been because I would have been making a conscious choice to abandon my religion that is so important to my religious parents. As it turned out I met and married a fantastic Jewish woman, and we have a Jewish home even though it is MUCH less observant than they my parents' and sister's home. Now, I would never cut off my daughter for marrying a non-Jew and I find it hard to accept those who would... but I get where they're coming from IF they have truly been devout Jews in their lives and actually have something built up that they want to protect.
Posted by: Jake at March 31, 2006 08:16 AM
Well, the World Science Fiction Convention is in LA at the end of August, and I am sure that would be fun. I am vaguely toying with coming to LA for that and the opportunity to catch up with my LA friends. But it's only "vaguely toying" with the idea at the moment. It depends on work issues and a couple of other things.
Posted by: Michael Jennings at April 3, 2006 02:07 AM
Michael:
Let us know. We'd love to meet you. Take you out to dinner at Pico Kosher Deli. Great restaurant. Just ask Jackie.
Posted by: Robert Avrech at April 3, 2006 08:26 AM
