The temptations of tribalism distort the tempers and minds of people who want to do good
By Todd Gitlin
Tablet: A New Read on Jewish Life |October 6, 2014
I don’t know how old I was when my father
gave me my first lesson. I was happily reciting the common playground
rhyme you use for choosing up teams: “Eenie, meenie, minie mo, catch a …
” Well, you know the words that followed. My father stopped me right
there: “Son, you must never say that. Never. Say ‘catch a tiger by the toe.’” So, from then on, I did.
My father, a New Deal liberal, taught history in high school. His
heroes were Abraham Lincoln and Franklin Delano Roosevelt. His father, a
tailor who had fled Belarus in 1905 to get away from pogroms and the
tsar’s army, helped organize the International Ladies Garment Workers
Union. In 1960, when I threw myself into left-wing politics, my father
tried to talk me out of it. My views were sensible, he eventually
admitted, but I shouldn’t act on them. To establish common ground, he
confided to me that he had voted for the Socialist Norman Thomas for
president in 1932—when he was 23—and attended a left-wing spiel
supporting the Spanish Republicans. He had grown into a New York
liberal, outgrown his youthful excesses—he was then 51. I should get on
down the safe road, in his footsteps.
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