Sunset in Constitucion, Chile.

Sunset in Constitucion, Chile.

Something cracked open inside of me nine years ago. At the time I was living in Chile, attending a high school in a small fishing town. I think it was the first time I felt a visceral and urgent longing for tikkun.

It happened when my host mother assured me that Pinochet had done nothing wrong. The people killed under his rule were mala gente, she said: they were leftists and deserved to die. Her comment took me by surprise and left me feeling sick with emotion. Just a few days before, my best friend Pablo — a socialist who had helped out with literacy drives under Allende — had painfully and haltingly opened up to me about his loved ones who were killed under Pinochet.

It’s hard to explain how vulnerable I felt there, as a teenager far from my hometown in Wisconsin. My Chilean host mother had welcomed me into her house, cared for me when I was sick, sheltered me, fed me, comforted me after a traumatic car accident, and rushed in to check on me when an earthquake struck during the night. I was so grateful to her, so connected to her and so indebted to her. She was kind and gentle. How could she have dehumanized her neighbors so much so as to wish for their death? Would she wish for my death, too, if I shared my political ideas with her?

My insides cracked open that day because I realized that one of the “bad guys” was a real person whom I loved and needed. Growing up among progressives in Madison, I had learned from many leftists to demonize supporters of the far right. It was easy to do so because my closest friends and immediate family members were all more or less on the left. Deep down I think I expected Pinochet supporters to somehow look or act like monsters. Suddenly I was forced to confront the fact that I had stereotyped them in my mind. And I realized that the glib demonization of people like my host mother would neither heal Pablo’s pain nor usher in an era of human rights protections in Chile.

These memories burbled up in me earlier this year when I read this passage from the introduction to the Tikkun Reader:

To be tikkunish is to assert that despite the distortions in all of us, there is a fundamental capacity for human decency, even in those who are engaged in immoral acts or who have strayed from their own ability to recognize the God in others.

The passage resonated deeply with me, even though — as an agnostic — I had to translate the phrase a bit to connect to it, substituting “humanity” or “life” in place of the word “God.” I find my mind circling back to this phrase and to my memories of Chile again now, during the first month of Tikkun Daily, as I try to envision this joint blog’s place in the noisy, online progressive media-scape.

The Web is already peppered with smart political blogs making strong calls for social change. What does Tikkun Daily have to offer?

Our hope is that this blog will distinguish itself in part through its refusal to demonize and stereotype people who are blocking efforts at radical empowerment and social change. Tikkun Daily will offer a new voice if we succeed in wholeheartedly critiquing violence against oppressed groups and decrying the institutionalization of racism and sexism without losing sight of the humanity (and capacity for empathy and transformation) of everyone involved — even the oppressors.


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