Being offended is a substitute for thinking

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[Thanks to The Jewish World Review at

http://www.jewishworldreview.com/cols/feder.html ]

 

by Don Feder

 

BEING OFFENDED means never having to answer an argument.

 

The conversation went something like this. Caller: "I want you to know your

column on drug legalization offended me."

 

Me: "Let me get this straight. Because I said drugs are soul-deadening and far

too lethal to legalize, you were offended?"

 

Caller: "That's right. It made me want to hurl."

 

Charming, the way these Gen-Xers express themselves. I don't hear this more

than a few dozen times a week: "I'm offended.I'm deeply offended.I was

really offended.I found your column very offensive."

 

They should turn it into a song, the hymn of the hypersensitive. "O say can

you see, that which offended me? If you do, cut it our, or I'll start to

pout."

 

Liberals are addicted to displays of indignation. Increasingly, the left

believes that certain ideas are inherently evil. Instead of seeking a

dialogue, they righteously proclaim their outrage and wait for the offending

party to wither.

 

Minority spokesmen are easily affronted. Because others of their kind suffered

in the past, the rest of us are expected to walk on eggshells when discussing

anything that relates to them.

 

Challenge their distortions of history, refuse to wallow in guilt for the sins

of the past, or tell them they're not entitled to whatever group benefits they

demand, and you are attacking them, denying their humanity, perpetuating

negative stereotypes and condoning racism.

 

I recently offended (very, deeply) some American Indians with a column on the

Smithsonian's new politically correct Indian Museum by writing that I objected

to having my tax dollars used to slander my country.

 

That seemed to me like a simple, straightforward proposition. But, no, because

I protested the creation of a federally funded institution to propagate the

lie that America was founded on genocide, I was mocking their pain.

 

"I'm offended" has become the all-purpose cop out. No need to deal with ideas.

Facts and history are irrelevant. The sole criterion is your mental state,

that your paper-thin skin has been pierced.

 

You don't want a discussion. You demand a groveling apology and a promise

never to be offensive -- i.e., to challenge dogma -- again.

 

The current sensitivity craze is grounded in the '60s, when emotions became

the center of the universe.

 

All that mattered was feeling something deeply. To feel was to be authentic.

And the stronger the emotion, the more certain that it was true. (Nuremberg

would seem to refute this.)

 

Being offended was a litmus test -- proof of the depth and sincerity of our

beliefs.

 

The primacy of feelings is now pervasive. After a recent debate at Princeton,

I was approached by a student who became visibly agitated when I didn't accede

to her position almost as soon as she had stated it.

 

Couldn't I see how much she believed it? How could I deny the validity of her

emotions by failing to agree with her?

 

The problem with arguing from outrage is that both sides, and any number, can

play the game.

 

You're offended by opposition to affirmative action. I'm offended by policies

that penalize people for no reason other than their race or gender. You're

offended by a failure to recognize what you call a woman's right to "control

her body." I'm offended by those who treat the unborn child as a non-issue in

this debate.

 

You're offended by religious people trying to "force their morality on the

rest of us." Others are offended by those who would relegate religious

conservatives to second-class citizenship, denying them the democratic rights

(including the right to try to have their values written into law) afforded

everyone else.

 

That we are offended proves absolutely nothing other than our subjective state

of mind. And there will never be a meeting of minds if we can't rationally

discuss issues free of unsubtle forms of intimidation. (You have offended me.

Therefore, you are bad.)

 

You're offended and you want an apology? OK, here it is.

 

I'm sorry that you're offended. I'm sorry you can't deal with ideas. I'm sorry

you're intimidated by dissent from the prevailing orthodoxy. I'm sorry you

think your emotions are all that counts. And, I'm sorry we can't discuss this

like grown-ups.

 

If you're offended by this column, write your congressman, ask your therapist

to help you cope, tell it to the Marines. But, please, spare me.