Monday, May 18, 2026

Hate Being For Sale Doesn't Mean We've Got To Buy It

We have gotten suckered by hate.  

 I read Jean-Paul Sartre's essay on antisemitism in college, on my own. I took it to heart. Still, it was good to read Why Do People Embrace Hate? Sartre Has an Answer (JSTOR Daily).

However, Greenberg notes that Sartre’s real interest wasn’t in Jewish perspectives but in what makes a bigot. In fact, Sartre explicitly wrote that in other contexts the same scapegoating purpose could be served by Black or Asian people. Today, Greenberg writes, we might also substitute immigrants, Muslims, or members of the LGBTQ community.

Sartre viewed antisemitism as a solution for the fundamental human problems of anxiety and alienation. In particular, he focused on how “being-for-others”—existing with the awareness of others’ perceptions—creates tension through the risks of exposing one’s inadequacies. Because of this, anyone may become overwhelmed by a social world with many different perspectives and demands, and by the possibility of getting things wrong.

To Sartre, antisemites are people who suffer from this insecurity and fear and are unwilling to do the work of adapting to cultural change and learning new things. This leaves them vulnerable to propaganda offering simple answers. The antisemite also revels in the release of constraints imposed by living peacefully in society with others and finds comfort in joining crowds of people like them.

JSTOR Daily also published The Forgotten Untouchables of France, which illustrates the points about Sartre.

When it comes to the issue of difference, D. Hack Tuke in an 1880 issue of The Journal of the Anthropological Institute of Great Britain and Ireland noted that “I have been unable to obtain any evidence which marks the Cagots out as a people distinct from the surrounding inhabitants.” No marker of race, ethnicity, or religion differentiated them; aside from their inherited designation of Cagot, they were indistinguishable from the French and Spanish among whom they lived.

Regardless of the lack of justification, the effects of anti-Cagot bigotry were horrific. The nineteenth-century British novelist Elizabeth Gaskell, author of North and South, provided one of the few English-language sketches of the Cagots just as liberal reforms ensured that they functionally ceased to exist as a separate persecuted community. She recounts in her 1855 story “An Accursed Race” how, around 1700, a soldier in Brittany punished a Cagot who drew holy water from a prohibited font. She writes that the soldier “cut off… [the Cagot’s] hand, and hung it up, dripping with blood, as an offering to the patron saint of the church.”

Lurid though that particular anecdote may be, and others Gaskell provides—such as one in which rebelling Cagots murdered oppressive town officials and used their heads as balls in an impromptu game of soccer—their daily persecution was no less unjust for being more prosaic. Cagots were relegated to distinct ghettos in towns and villages, and were mandated to dress in a particular manner to announce their separate identity. All had to wear a badge featuring a red symbol in the shape of a duck’s foot. They were only allowed to marry within their own community, and when that restriction loosened, anyone from outside who married into the group was recategorized as a Cagot. They were also limited to certain professions, including carpentry, rope-making, masonry, and tiling.

We could do better, definitely should do better, but that is true of much of human nature. We cannot keep moralizing without taking action. It need not be anything massive, it need not come from a government program; change can come from each of us in the smallest of our daily activities.


 

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The Weekend Part 1 - Friday into Saturday

My travels of yesterday need their own separate post, even if some news that follows came in on yesterday.

I decided to make a road trip. So, Saturday I was off to Enterprise to rent a hire. Once again, I had a run in with the dunce from my last visit. I had forgotten the utility bills that they want before they rent me a car. I had forgotten it and said this to the clerk. He said no problem. Then he asked for it. I repeated I did not have it. He asked if it was on my phone. I said no. He asked again and I told him no. He said he misunderstood me and acted if he could not understand why my bills were not on my phone. None of this would have been an issue if it were not for the buses only running on the hour on Saturdays. If he had confirmed I had a problem, then I might have caught the bus. No, I missed the bus, so I told them I would be back in two hours. I walked over and got a hamburger from Five Guys, Not a bad sandwich, but I am getting annoyed at $2.00 for a Coke. While waiting for the bus, my priest drove by and gave me a ride back to my place. Who says there are no miracles? I got the car, but it was too late to leave for Indianapolis. Forgetting that envelope caused me no end of trouble for Sunday.

 Instead, I went to Vespers. The pain had me almost bowled over. Then I decided to see a movie. I am tired of being miserable at home. I struggled through In The Gray. Not a problem with the film; which was the usual stylish Guy Ritchie romp. No, the problem was my insides and the pain. I think this is the only of Ritchies' movies I have seen in the theater. That was one reason to go see it. Watching it, I recalled comparisons with Tarantino. They made no sense to me before and they make less now. Both directors are in love with movies and know their history. Both directors invest their antiheroes with the talent for talking. But Tartantino preens where Ritchie barrels through. Tarantino has taken to rewriting history via the power of cinema whereas Ritchie does seem interested in history. Ritchie's characters seem more interested in doing a job well; Tarantino's seem more interested in being seen doing their jobs. It just struck me that the closest Tarantino comes to Ritchie is Jackie Brown. Could it be that Ritchie came closest to Tarantino with his Sherlock Holmes movies rather than Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Barrels? Or the Man From U.N.C.L.E.? That movie came to mind while watching In The Gray. That one disappointed me, and watching the new movie, it disappointed me even more. There was a stylishness that seemed empty in the earlier film. Worse, less fun. In The Gray may not have a sensible plot, but it is an adventure and not Wuthering Heights. I am left wondering what a second Man From U.N.C.L.E. movie would have been like. Or what would a Ritchie directed Bond film would be like (just as what would a Tarantino Star Trek movie have been like). I recall Howard Hawks mentioned in one  review. That seems to be the real connection between Ritchie and Tarantino.

CC made another call. That was Friday, on my way to the group. Once more into strangeness and paranoia - hers, not mine. Calling me without saying what is going on because she doesn't want to say it on the phone. Too complicated going on with her that is the same old thing. I roll my eyes and keep on keeping on. Only her boyfriend calls me Saturday and for some reason thinks she is at my place. Nope. That sure what is going on there. Not sure if I care. Another oddity on the side of the road.

I was up for church, feeling a bit better. Only after Liturgy did everything go nuts.

Two rejections were received yesterday:

Thank you for the opportunity to read "The Unintended Consequences of Art." Unfortunately, your story isn't quite what we're looking for right now.

In the past, we've provided detailed feedback on our rejections, but I'm afraid that due to time considerations, we're no longer able to offer that service. I appreciate your interest in Clarkesworld Magazine and hope that you'll keep us in mind in the future.

Take care,

Neil Clarke
Publisher/Editor
Clarkesworld Magazine
www.clarkesworldmagazine.com

They also rejected an earlier version.

Somewhat of a blast from the past since this was for "Coming Home" and was submitted on 10/28/25:

Thank you so much for sharing your work with us! Our editorial team has had a chance to read through your submission, and while we don't feel that it's quite what we're looking for, we appreciate your support and interest all the same. Have a great week, and good luck out there!

Best,
Dave and James  

 

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Sunday, May 17, 2026

Bad Person, Great Artist - A Resolution?

Yesterday went bad health-wise, so I was unable to finish this post.

 From time to time, I have posted about the Bad Person/Great Artist conudrum that worries us more today than it did when I was younger. Maybe it cuts closer to home than I will admit, except no one will ever call me a great artist. My view is that I have been trying to get caught up with the works, which has not given me much time to delve into the artist's biography. Woody Allen looms large in my mind, but does admiring his movies mean endorsing his character? Do we do the same for mechanics, or bus drivers, or any other calling other than artists?

Reading When Loving Lennon Became Difficult (Los Angeles Review of Books) pointed to the resolution

In his interview with Playboy in 1980, Lennon specifically criticized the romanticization of artists:

Listen, there’s nothing wrong with following examples. We can have figureheads and people we admire, but we don’t need leaders. […] [T]his doesn’t mean there isn’t validity in the message. The swimming may be fine, right? But forget about the teacher. If the Beatles had a message, it was that. With the Beatles, the music is the point. Not the Beatles as individuals.

I’m not sure how Lennon would have felt about so many people, 40 years after his death, still idolizing him. Maybe he would have appreciated the continuous love for his music. But I don’t think he would have wanted me, a 31-year-old Argentine-American woman in 2020, to look up to him as a role model, much less one who’s held up to current feminist standards.

This may also explain my apathy towards this whole issue. As with my politics, I am not keen on leaders. Ideas matter. We can make more with ideas. Whether Jefferson truly thought his slaves were created equal to himself is irrelevant to how that people have built upon his idea and made the Declaration incorporate Blacks. I would no more follow Lennon in his misogny than I would his use of heroin. However, I will admire him trying to overcome his bad actions. 

We need to lead ourselves to better teachers. We need find our own values and standards to live with. We will be imperfect, we will fail, but we will keep going onward, improving our lives and those around us.

At least, that is what I am trying to do. Therein, I pay attention to John Lennon.

What are you going to do? 

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Saturday, May 16, 2026

What Americans Should Learn About Hungary

Over the past few years, American “conservatives” have doted on, if not kissed the feet, of Hungary's OrbĂĄn. This I have never understood. To be so enraptured by a foreigner whose ideas are antithetical to American ideals left me distrusting these conservatives. Add OrbĂĄn's hanging onto Putin only increased my dislike. Americans should follow Russia's lead? Only morons like Trump, J.D. Vance, and Tucker Carlson would think we should.

But a larger question remains unanswered for me - something hidden between the slogans of MAGA and social media tirades - how does illiberalism, Trump's autocracy, John Yoo's unitary executive, benefit Americans?

Reclaiming the Small Circles of Liberty (Los Angeles Review of Books) reviews the history of OrbĂĄn's Hungary, and it provides what I think are things Americans really should think about regarding Hungary.

The Hungarian story of the last 16 years does not conform to “the end of liberal democratic politics,” nor is the victory of Tisza in any way indicative of the demise of global illiberalism. Rather, these developments might teach us some lessons about the nature of the clash between liberal democratic and neoconservative autocratic projects.

The first such lesson is that resistance is never in vain as it is impossible to predict when certain disparate streams converge into a river, like Tisza, that ends up overflowing the dams of autocratic lawfare. Another lesson is that autocracies and autocrats age badly; they tend to fossilize and react to unexpected challenges with increasing stiffness. OrbĂĄn sincerely believed that his successful anti-Ukrainian campaign of 2022 could be recycled, in an even more primitive and aggressive way, in 2026. Eventually, he managed to convince about 60 percent of his voter base that Ukraine posed a greater threat to Hungary than Russia, but only seven percent of the supporters of the opposition were convinced. He reacted to every new challenge with less and less energy and more and more self-deception, and eventually became trapped in the virtual reality he himself had created.

In hindsight, and this is another important lesson, every protest movement, every teacher who refused to implement the imposed curriculum, every theater director who refused to modify the program in response to the demands of the policymakers, everyone who made donations to independent media, every journalist who kept up the ethos of his or her profession and kept investigating corruption cases, every activist who defended a disabled Roma tenant from being evicted from his or her flat, every one of them fought the mafia state while at the same time defending “the small circles of liberty.” (The latter phrase comes from IstvĂĄn BibĂł, perhaps the most important Hungarian political thinker of the 20th century, condemned to life imprisonment for his involvement in the 1956 revolution.)

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Friday, May 15, 2026

Living Without Systems

 I met Albert Camus in high school; he never quite left me.

The Los Angeles Review of Books published Matthew Lamb's Fame! A Misunderstanding, a review of The Complete Notebooks by Albert Camus (Translated by Ryan Bloom. University of Chicago Press, 2026).

During the years when despondency and nihilism took over my life, I did not think about Camus. I forgot many things I did know that if I could have latched onto them, might have led to a different outcome for my life. Camus was one of the first I latched onto as I tried to put together the means of keeping myself alive.  

 I do not think I have enough time left me to read these notebooks, but I want to remember these paragraphs.

And yet, we are currently living through a cultural moment in which, increasingly, political violence is legitimated, in both its physical and symbolic forms, reinforced by the forces of abstraction—media, technology, government, and bureaucracy—and justified daily through individual polemic passing as political debate. To resist it, we need to clarify misunderstandings, not repeat them—to correct errors, not perpetuate them. Now, more than ever, we need the intellectual and imaginative resources to work out how best to live together without appealing to political ideologies, religious doctrines, or philosophical systems.

The work of Albert Camus offers one such resource, but to benefit from this requires a wholesale reevaluation of his life and work, his reception and reputation. Ryan Bloom’s excellent and necessary translation of The Complete Notebooks may finally offer a corrective.

Why do I want to keep them in mind? When I tried to shift my life to fit within the systems that would perhaps improve my income. Work and income were my old life. When I realized I had waited too long, had been too stubborn in my independence, to fulfill my plans, I saw only a ruined life, a wasteland, and felt the butt of a cosmic joke. What I want to remember is that a system, or an ideology, does not justify a life. I did join the Eastern Orthodox Church. That church does not have a legalistic basis for salvation other than to live a Christ-like life. Not much of a doctrine there.

 Our's is an age of tribalism, of drawing ourselves into teams, is to abidicate thought for the agendas of a sect. In The Rebel, Camus argued the response to nihilism is creativity. Humanity is a creative force; Orthodoxy agrees with that. Creativity stymied turns rancid and self-destructive. Yes, that is the voice of experience speaking.

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5/12 to Now: Struggling Through Time

Time got out of hand, and health issues have tripped me up - it has been as difficult to sit as it has been to concentrate. This is another attempt at catching up, of which I have been doing far too much of this year. 

5/12: Relapsing, Losing Time, Muncie Happenings, Southern Indiana Democrat News 

Missed Matins (and then Vespers), piddled with email and blog posts, made a run to the grocery, was late for a lecture at Minnetrista, and ended the night trying to control pain. I think I started Legends on Netflix (which I will recommend).

I got the last 45 minutes or so of Tea & Talk: Dr. Lara Kuykendall— Constance Coleman Richardson and Other Unforgettable Indiana Artists. What I heard most of was about Ms. Richardson. The slides impressed me for not being kitsch landscapes that we see so often in Indiana. The lecturer mentioned her best paintings have a darkness in them. That I saw and it touched a nerve for me. It is what I am trying to do - get at the darkness here rather than perpetuate the sunny naive innocence propaganda of a virtuous rural life. We call that conservatism. Or is it the fodder for our conservatism that makes life here more precarious, more restrained than even in surrounding states, by saying look at how "those" people live, it is so much better here with our green corn fields that "they" ridicule? That we are not being conned into taking less because we are more virtuous than those living in the big cities? One painting had a ruined shed or farmhouse. It recalled the Romantics love of ruins. That is a sign that not all is well with the land. A comment was made about the dominance of skyscapes. That is how it is here in the flatlands. It reminded me of a sentence in Sinclair Lewis's Main Street about the oppresiveness of the wide skyline. As late as I was, it was a good time.

And then a night of trying to cope with the pain and discomfort. 

 Some notable readings:

Farmers Market Returns to Minnetrista With New Features for 2026 (The Muncie Journal) - a wonderful experience, one of the best things about Muncie at one of the best places to visit in Muncie.

Huh? Muncie fashion show puts self-expression in the spotlight (Star Press). This I might check out, even though I am absolutely not fashionable!

GROW WIWO will present its third annual fashion show, "Defined, By Design," on May 29 in downtown Muncie.

The event will be from 5 to 9 p.m. at Canan Commons, according to a community announcement.

This year’s theme highlights individuality and the role of fashion as a form of self-expression. The fashion show will feature five categories, each showcasing the latest spring trends and innovative designs. Attendees will see a range of styles, from ready-to-wear outfits to bold statement pieces, reflecting the diverse fashion scene in Muncie.

Up north here, we often forget there is life further south: Indiana Primary: What southern Indiana Democrats are facing Republican incumbents this November

 5/13: Writer's Group, Emails, Not Much Else

The writer's group still likes what I am reading of "Scenes from a Small Indiana Factory Town." The reading was a bit tough; the pain throbbing was a distraction.

I got supplies at payless. Forgot to go to the bank to check on a transaction.

One thing I will put into another post is my listening to Salman Rushdie and Orhan Pamuk videos on writing.

5/14: Published, Email under Control, Miserable Afternoon and Evening

 I have already published the news about getting "Going For The Kid" published. Corresponded with KH and talked to him. Off to Payless for meds. The evening and night spent going between bed and bath. Nothing good to say about anything.

5/15: So Far, Not So Much

Up around 5 AM and have not accomplished much in the past 3 hours or so of work. Two, three, other posts cleaned up and set to be published after this. 

Group session later, and still have not gotten my notes on here.

 Consdering a road trip only I cannot get myself together to get ready for it.

CT scan later this afternoon, maybe find out what has been causing my problems.

Mostly, I am just tired and wanted to sleep. 

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Rejections 5/13-5/13

Yesterday was a very bad day, so please bear with me as I catch up. 

 Rejections:

Thank you for submitting "After Making Landfall" to Chicago Review. We are sorry to report that we have decided against it, but we wish you luck placing your work elsewhere.  


Sincerely,

Chicago Review

And: 

Thank you for your submission to The Saturday Evening Post. After careful consideration, we are sorry to say that we will not be publishing your story in our publication. Because of the sheer volume of freelance submissions we receive, we regret that we are unable to provide a more personal response. For many reasons—from subject matter to style to the limitations of space—we sometimes must reject well-written, insightful stories. 

We are indebted to independent writers like yourself, without whom publishing our magazine and our online content would not be possible. 

Sincerely,

The Saturday Evening Post Editors
3520 Guion Road
Indianapolis, IN 46222
SaturdayEveningPost.com 

Trying to crack the professional ranks did not work:

 Thank you very much for letting us see "The Psychotic Ape."  We appreciate your taking the time to send it in for our consideration.  Although it does not suit the needs of the magazine at this time, we wish you luck with placing it elsewhere.

For the best sense of the fiction we're looking for, I recommend subscribing to Asimov's or picking up an issue to get a feel for what we publish.

Sincerely,
Emily Hockaday, Interim Editor
Pronouns: she, her
Asimov’s Science Fiction
www.asimovs.com

But Freedom Fiction Journal picked up "Going for The Kid."

 

5/13 

And for Thursday, one for "After Making Landfall":

Thank you for submitting to Tahoma Literary Review. We have read your work with interest, but it does not meet TLR’s current editorial needs. We appreciate your efforts and your interest in the journal, and wish you all success in placing this work in another venue.

Best,

Ann Beman

Prose Editor

Tahoma Literary Review

Things could be worse:


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