Honoring Our Laborers
As we make final preparations for the most solemn American holiday, Labor Day, our mind turns to ways that we, and perhaps all of us, can make Monday’s national celebration of workers into a perfect expression of how we all really feel about laborers.
Another less exalted way of honoring those of us who actually work is to take a small slice of time out of our vacation – thirty minutes maybe? – to ask ourselves a simple question: Why do I believe what I believe?
It’s a useful line of inquiry. Had the millions of Americans who once supported segregation, and opposed gay marriage, and accepted second-class citizenry for women – and whatever other “old fashioned” belief system you now find outmoded – asked themselves the Why Do I Believe question, we might be decades ahead in our march towards social justice.
There was a time not long ago when millions of dollars were spent to convince Americans that cigarettes weren’t harmful, that lead additives weren’t harmful, and that automobiles are “safe” – crazy as all those concepts sound. Most people at the time accepted the propaganda and the ideology, just like we continue to accept propaganda and ideologies that mesh nicely with our animal desire to stay comfortable.
We accept that we’re born a particular religion. We accept all the lies religions tell.
We accept that we’re born a particular nationality. We accept all the lies our nations tell.
We accept that Labor Day is a holiday to celebrate laborers.