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The Personal Nature of Politics

Written by: womenslegacy
Published: September 9, 2014 -- Last Modified: September 9, 2014
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Those who know me fairly well, or know me over time, will know that I have strong political beliefs.  Those who do not know me but have read recent pieces I have written may be surprised that I would talk politics when my brother is in hospice and his life weighs so heavily on my heart and soul.
My brother, the little brother of my family, is nine years older than me.  I was born into a family of four brothers who were at various points between 9 and 18 years of age when I was born.

Nancy Hill and Brothers 1957

Summer of 1957: Roger, Nancy, Jim, Dave, and Max


Most of us do not consciously think about family as a concept much while we are young.  Family, like so many essential elements of human life, is so integral to our identities that we do not, cannot, separate the concept from our very selves.  As a deviant (yes I am one, and it is okay) a psychological only, an analytical observer from an early age, and an accidental after-thought to a family,  I probably think about family in relationship to culture and identity more than most people.
Roger is the only brother I actually remember as a brother, as someone with whom I remember playing.  Cops and robbers – I was the robber in jail (my crib,) – Cowboys and Indians,  and so on in a litany of 1950s-influenced, early-1960s game variations.
These were profound and defining memories that distinguished him from my older brothers whom I loved,  but who seemed more like what was probably more typical of an avuncular relationship.
His actions, viewed from a sisterly perspective, taught me the ways of the real world.

  • My first political discussion was with him. I was probably about four or five years old and we were walking together up from the barnyard to chicken coop.  The conversation topic was the Cold War and propaganda.  I said something about how the Russians would find our farm to be a wonderful place.  He laughed and said he didn’t think so.
  • My first awareness of global politics rending apart personal lives was with him.  In 1968 he walked across a street in Hue and the television screens of a hundred thousand homes, including mine,  on the nightly news,  helmetless, mustached, with an M14 slung over his shoulder.
  • My first awareness of police targeting of individuals was when I was in high school and the local cops began a decades long vendetta to jail him, one of those purportedly whacked out vets, for pot.
  • I first kept silent about personal assault when I was sexually assaulted when I was 15.  I could not let anyone know because I knew he that if he knew, he would kill the rapist and I did not want my brother to be executed or serve life in prison.

War, a needless war against an ideological boogeyman, communism,  half-way around the world from where we lived, sliced and diced his flesh like so much meat.  It hurt and hardened his psyche in a way that still breaks my heart.  He was the last soldier out of Khe Sanh, horrifically wounded there during the first week of August, in 1968, six weeks after the official end of the battle.
vietnam, hill 950
Through him I learned that countries and the economies in which those countries operate use the children of the poor, the underclass (whether through conscription or the economic draft) as cannon fodder and regard us as little more than slaves and sub-humans.  I see everything from taxation, in which we are taught to use the phrase “income tax” when we refer to wage taxes (to the exclusion of taxes on making profit from money, which is what income is) to election law and the Citizens United Supreme Court decision (talk about double speak!) that grants corporations, and the families they serve, the rights of individuals with none of the responsibilities, through this lens.
The pain and horror my brother suffered, because of war, impacted my family and all we were and are, and all we did and do, since the the late 1960s.
Women, the mothers-sisters-wives-daughters of the warriors who fight for the ruling classes and corporations, are the ones who must change our culture.   The price the workers and soldiers pay to preserve a society that cares nothing for them is a high one.  The price is the destruction and permanent underclass status of the families we women build and nurture.
My brother taught me this.  It is political.  It is personal.
 
 
 

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  1. Ruth Curran

    September 9, 2014 at 2:26 pm

    Deeply rooted, foundational beliefs – political or otherwise – are personal and enduring. Your brother’s presence in your life too feels so deeply rooted, foundational, and enduring. Today again, I feel the power of your words and am chilled by the images they paint.
    I do love that your first political thought though. I wonder if who was right?

    Reply
    • Nancy Hill

      September 9, 2014 at 2:35 pm

      LOL Ruth. Right? Neither, both. I have to laugh as my family contains the most stubborn immovable people! Have I expounded on how I do not believe in “truth” in a post? Maybe tomorrow.

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  2. Carol Cassara

    September 9, 2014 at 2:29 pm

    The power of your brother’s influence awes me. You are a thoughtful woman who feels deeply and I think that’s your greatest strength. Blessings to your brother and you at this time of transition. xoxo

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    • Nancy Hill

      September 9, 2014 at 2:37 pm

      I do feel deeply. Life is so rich, complex, and there is so much to experience! Sometimes I think I am kindred to Zorba!

      Reply
  3. Lois Alter Mark

    September 9, 2014 at 2:39 pm

    What a beautiful tribute to someone who shines through as a really special person. He obviously played a huge role in helping to shape you into the thoughtful, compassionate person you are. Politics are definitely personal, and we need to realize they affect actual individual human beings. This is a really important post. Sharing.

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    • Nancy Hill

      September 9, 2014 at 3:39 pm

      Thank you Lois. We all help to shape each other in countless ways, known and unknown. I am so blessed that I understand how much I have learned from and grown along with my brother in spite of differences in age, political views, and at times great psychic distance between us.

      Reply
  4. Gerry Straatemeier

    September 9, 2014 at 2:58 pm

    Nancy, I don’t even have words to say to you about ALL THAT PAIN. So sorry. You and your brother are in my heart, that’s all.
    Love,
    Gerry

    Reply
    • Nancy Hill

      September 9, 2014 at 3:40 pm

      Thank you Gerry. I know you will help me hold him in the light as he transitions.

      Reply
  5. Lisa

    September 9, 2014 at 3:33 pm

    Powerful words here, Nancy. I can’t imagine what you’ve seen, felt, feared. You learned far more than most should, but you spread the wisdom gained in fabulous, fearless ways. Thank you.

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    • Nancy Hill

      September 9, 2014 at 3:43 pm

      Lisa, I have been given the power to experience life, really experience it, and that is both curse and blessing. But if there is anything I have learned that can help, or touch a person so that they can call up the connection to whatever lies behind my words, then my sharing of it is worth the experience it took to get to a point of sharing.

      Reply
  6. Anne Louise Bannon

    September 9, 2014 at 4:51 pm

    A beautiful story. Politics are personal. We live them every day.

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    • Nancy Hill

      September 9, 2014 at 4:52 pm

      We do, well many of us do. Some more than others.

      Reply
  7. Kim Tackett

    September 9, 2014 at 5:12 pm

    Thank you for writing this. I mean it, thank you.

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    • Nancy Hill

      September 10, 2014 at 8:31 am

      This is, ultimately, why I write.

      Reply
  8. Mary

    September 9, 2014 at 5:16 pm

    Nancy, Thank you for sharing with us a slice of your relationship with your brother. Beautiful.

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    • Nancy Hill

      September 9, 2014 at 5:50 pm

      You are welcome. He is worth sharing.

      Reply
  9. WendysHat

    September 9, 2014 at 5:20 pm

    Wow what a powerful and beautiful story. My heart goes out to you and your brother.

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    • Nancy Hill

      September 9, 2014 at 5:51 pm

      Thank you Wendy, I can feel the touch of your caring. And thank you for sharing this post. I can’t help but think that sending his story out with love will somehow ease his transition.

      Reply
  10. Denise Gabbard

    September 12, 2014 at 8:27 pm

    Thank you for sharing such personal feelings about your brother and your politics. I love hearing stories about why people believe as they do when it comes to politics. He sounds like an amazing man– bless you both during this time.

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    • Nancy Hill

      September 12, 2014 at 8:35 pm

      Most people do what they do and believe what they believe because of very logical reasons, contexts, and baseline personality types. While we cannot change some of these things, the way we string them together to create society can create small changes that accumulate over time. That is why I write. That is why I tell his story as best I can.

      Reply

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