In a strident time, I’ve tended to forego polemics. Instead, I’ve taken to including glimpses of my opinions in pieces primarily about something else, more often than not an album review. If there’s an overarching message, something I’m asserting in my own scattershot way, sometimes to my own surprise, it’s the necessity of universal compassion.
The most succinct expression is in a brief review of Black Veil Brides frontman Andy Black’s pop rock solo album The Shadow Side:
Compassion must include, on some level, even the worst people, those individuals whose thoughts, words and deeds we revile. We can become executioners, or we can seek to understand, in some cases help to reform, even when we do not condone. Consider the case of H.P. Lovecraft, father of cosmic horror and hard-headed racist:
Hope for Howard Phillips Lovecraft
In the view of science fiction author N.K. Jemisin and many others, the early 20th-Century horror writer H.P. Lovecraft…
That post ends with hope not just for H.P. Lovecraft but for the rest of us as well, because we’re all significantly flawed. Pull down the statues if you will, but whichever figures you put in their place are guaranteed to appall upon scrutiny, as would you and I. Thus, compassion also extends to ourselves:
This theme runs through a lot of my writing, even when it isn’t the focus. In “Demons and Wizards and Witches, Oh My!” I have sympathy for the Wicked Witch of the West, and my horror fiction often features protagonists who have detestable traits but are, in some ways, also hopefully sympathetic.
I don’t like to write about writing, but this has been on my mind: What am I trying to say through all these words, words, words? I think I’ve been trying to stress the need for compassion — or salvation, redemption, forgiveness, fraternité, agape, love, call it what you will — for us, every last one of us.
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