I love conservative columnist Ann Coulter. If I read her latest rant and vehemently disagree, I know that: 1. I am still alive. 2. I’m still on the right track.
I read her blathering today about rescued Ebola doc Kent Brantly being nothing more than a thrill-seeking missionary who got what he deserved. Her argument is that we have enough poor, wretched heathens at home, why go shopping for more in a place like Africa? She figures Brantly is just a narcissistic cowboy who shot himself in the foot, running up a $2 million evac tab along the way. Brantly was tabbed a hero, trying to save people in Sierra Leon who contracted the Ebola Virus. He got the disease himself, nearly died and is now being treated in Atlanta, Georgia.
What do you know? I’m 1. Still alive, and 2. Still on the right track.
I didn’t wake up this morning thinking that I would be defending Christian missionaries. My objection to their work comes from a different tact. They tend to end up places in the world where people already have plenty of problems. They don’t need Christian-vs -Everyone-Wars on top of their plights. That’s another story.
This story is about Coulter being dead wrong, again. I know first-hand there are plenty of Christian do-gooders that get into the business because they want to right wrongs and help miserable people be less miserable, here and all over the planet. These people have two things that Coulter doesn’t: charity and compassion. They aren’t charitable and compassionate because they’re Christians, they’re Christians because they’re charitable and compassionate. Whether they believe all or parts of the God and Jesus story, I’m really not sure. I am sure that they believe in what they get out of reading about God and Jesus. Rather than working hard to stone homosexuals and adulterers, fight against birth control, promote guns, warfare and their religion, they work to feed starving people, take care of the sick, build houses, bury the dead, stuff like that. I’ve known these people first hand. The Rev. Lucia Guzman, now a state senator, and Sister Michael Mary Eagen, Aurora and Denver’s champion of the poor, come to mind. Both women have been on the front lines of Christianity, and both women are giants when it comes to compassion and activism for humans who don’t have great jobs and summer homes. Narcissistic toads? Hardly. They’re both confident and relentless. They probably would even have something kind to say about Coulter.
I, however, don’t. She’s a nasty pseudo-intellectual who gets her jollies riling up a bunch of backward, paranoid bigots and xenophobes. Coulter is one of those people who believes everything in the Universe falls into two categories: American and un-American. Poor people dying of horrible diseases outside of the United States are somehow different than those who are suffering in Texas. People like Dick Cheney and Sarah Palin see the world that way, too. But people like Brantly see Africans just as people. Just like us.
That’s a concept Coulter and her clan can’t wrap their heads around. She wants to know why Brantly doesn’t take care of problems at home first, pointing out that people here have abortions, children without being married, and die from prescription drug overdoses. Coulter is the kind of person who thinks that, somehow, cataclysms in a country where so many die from Ebola Virus and AIDS is comparable to what’s happening to people in Cincinnati, Ohio.
Whether they’re there in the name of Jesus, Sponge Bob or Doctors Without Borders, I’m glad guys like Brantly want to go to wretched places where calamities are happening, in hopes of making things better for the people living through those nightmares. Coulter would never listen to the likes of someone like me. Perhaps somewhere in history someone could speak to Coulter. Someone she could relate to. Maybe she and Marie Antoinette might have cake and tea together and talk about what can happen when the little people are expected to be someone else’s problem.
— Editor Dave Perry