This is a lovely piece written by Charles Behling, an educator focused on social justice. What I particularly admire is his evident compassion for himself and others when considering issues involving moral judgments. It is so easy to slip into judgment of the “evil” other without checking how the very same process might reside within ourselves. When I asked Charles whether I could share this, he without hesitation said yes. He is a true Elder in my books. He wants to share what he has learned through experience.
By Charles Behling
I’m 71, which is old, I guess. Except that I don’t feel it. And the “wisdom of age,” whatever that is, certainly hasn’t kicked in yet.
I first responded to David Brooks’ invitation to write with real interest. Then, I got cold feet. I think the problem for me is his suggestion that we “grade” aspects of our lives. My grades would be sort of a gentleman’s “C” (I mean, by definition, most of us are average, right?), and that thought produced in me an ego/depressive/guilt festival. That’s a very familiar festival for me.
Then, the fact of those bad feelings, and my indulgence of them, reminded me of one of the things I’ve learned, and think might be worth sharing: Life is best lived, not graded. Of course, we screw things up, but most of the time that doesn’t much matter. And when it does matter—a lot—it is often not something that we could have avoided anyway, given circumstances and our level of knowing at the time. The question is what to do after the mistake, not what the mistake says about our worth.
Now, in giving this advice, I am very aware that I do not live it. I worry and fret and get ruled by my ego. But, I have at least learned that none of that is helpful, even though I continue doing it.
I grew up in rural South Carolina, and I learned love and kindness from my family and neighbors. I also learned to be blind to, and to support, the cruelty and evil that we otherwise good people engaged in: racial oppression and segregation.
Later in life, the contradictions between the goodness and horror of my home led me to a career in “education for social justice.” That became my life’s calling, and it provided me with meaning and purpose. I became a professor and a psychologist.
Recently, I have engaged in a wonderful (really, really!!!) program in California called “Learning as Leadership.” That’s a long story, but let me give a pitch for it.  learnaslead.com. I guarantee you’ll learn more from them about living that you will from reading essays like the one I’m writing now.
Anyway, LAL (that’s their acronym) challenged me to define what I believe is my main goal in life. What I came up with is something like this: “To create, with others, the safety that permits us to be our full selves.” That’s cheesy, but you get the picture.
My work as a social diversity/justice educator is, I believe, consistent with that goal. Justice, for me, is a society where we are free to be ourselves, and we are respected for that, and we are not deprived of opportunities or oppressed because of who we are.
Coming out of a childhood where I, and the people I loved, defended an environment that was unjust and unsafe has given me passion and vision for my profession. Importantly, it has also given me compassion for the perpetrators of evil, as well as for their victims. From my own experience of supporting racial segregation, I have learned that wrong-doing is usually a product of ignorance and psychological fear—to see it merely moralistically is simplistic and unproductive.
Now, here comes one of the sources of the bad “grades” of my life. The values and insights which have guided my work are hard for me to practice with the people who are closest to me. I’m often pretty good at the office, but at home with my family, I am much more likely to judge, blame, criticize, separate. In other words, where it matters most, I am most prone to create situations that are unsafe. And, that includes my judgment and harassment of myself.
When I am able to see my deficiencies at home as examples of fallibility, not merely moral failings, I am more able to do better, and to give myself the safety to express the love I feel. But, what I teach at work, I forget at home.
So it goes. And maybe that is one of the lessons I am still trying to learn in my life:  Live life, don’t judge it. Think of other people, not of my own self worth. It’s ego involvement that separates me from living.
I used to be religious. I’m not anymore. But if I still believed in God, I think that the thing he would be most pissed with me about is my refusal to accept the gift of life unconditionally. I have been so lucky in my life; I have been given so much; and yet I have questioned and graded and resisted the gifts. I still do those things, but at least I have learned that, in doing so, I turn my back on grace.



So what is the way out of this dilemma? I suggest taking a second look at your mission statement with a view to greater acceptance and compassion for what the organization is actually like. Becoming aware and acknowledging the actual organization and developing some humour about how things really are can result in greater acceptance by everyone. Reducing the gap between the ideal and actual organization to a size that is manageable encourages staff to view their own capabilities more realistically. By encouraging a compassionate culture, you are building an organization that can engage in the work of transformation without getting caught in the web of organizational malaise.   Â