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Wednesday, December 17, 2025

Becky Elder, a Local Kansas Matriarch (and More)

Last week, on a clear and cold Friday afternoon, I joined a couple of hundred other people to attend, and pay our respects during, the graveside service of Rebecca Love “Becky” Elder, at Elderslie Farm, her family’s property in Kechi. She was a powerful and beloved Kansas matriarch, in the tradition of many others throughout the history of our state. She was also an inspiration and a friend, one that I will deeply miss.

I can’t remember when I first met Becky; it was likely a few years after my family moved to Wichita and I began teaching at Friends University in 2006. I know I was definitely aware of her by 2011; by that I time I had, after a slow start, begun to involve myself in local associations and arguments—I think my presentation on populism at the Wichita Pachyderm Club might have been one that really caught Becky’s eye—and as I became more familiar with different people, projects, and programs throughout Sedgwick County, I discovered that she and her family members were a thread which could connect almost all of them. People that knew Becky well could run down the same list of local endeavors she had her fingerprints on which my memory is calling up, and no doubt add many more to it: the Eighth Day Institute, the New Symposium, SunnyDale Community Library, the Friends University Neighborhood Garden (the only one of all these where my involvement actually preceded hers), Jubilee Presbyterian Church, and most importantly, Northfield School for the Liberal Arts.

The closest and broadest associations Becky had, at least from my observations outside the immediate Elder family and their church communities, were those that sprung, one way or another, from Northfield. Becky’s long crusade on behalf of home schooling, independent schooling, classical schools, micro-schools, and a half-dozen other overlapping alternative educational visions was central to her public identity. Becky's visionary aspirations perhaps put her more in the position of being an entrepreneur of teaching rather than a full-timer teacher herself, but as someone who has made the latter his career, my admiration for her skill with students is boundless. She was one of the purest believers in the ability of people to embrace the history, tradition, language, and culture they have inherited, simultaneously critique it, and through doing so make it part of their own civic and spiritual formation—the classical notion of humanitas--that I have ever known. While I never heard her quote it—and she quoted lots of authors, be they philosophers, theologians, economists, sociologists or more, to say nothing of dozens of figures from the literary canon—I cannot think of anyone I have known through all my decades in the classroom who more deeply embraced, as both a pedagogy and a telos, Goethe’s great celebration of self-discovery, and thereby self-revelation, from Faust:

 

Was du ererbt von deinen Vätern hast,

Erwirb es, um es zu besitzen.

Was man nicht nützt, ist eine schwere Last;

Nur was der Augenblick erschafft, das kann er nützen.

 

(What from your fathers you received as heir,

Acquire anew, if you would possess it.

What is not used is but a load to bear;

But if today creates it, we can use and bless it.)

 

My wife and I were products of the public schools, meaning our education was not one informed by such classical assumptions and discipline. That doesn’t we were ignorant of the limitations of the public schooling model, with its centralized and standardized curricula and bureaucratic disciplinary regimes; my mother turned to home schooling my younger siblings soon after I left home, and that legacy has shaped the education of most of my nieces and nephews. Still, Melissa and I never considered any approach besides the public one for our own children, perhaps in part because we always felt relative successful in working with the schools our daughters attended, finding ways to preserve the localist and familial elements that are always present in any actually neighborhood school, or at least so we both believed. (The fact that, once we settled here in Wichita, we bought a home where our children could easily walk or bike to their elementary, middle, and high schools was certainly a part of this.)

As I wrote over 20 years ago, at a time when our four children were still in the midst of their public schooling journeys, “I like the idea of the state being a partial agent of education.” Why? Because the liberal democratic order—whatever its many flaws as manifested in the United States—can and, I think, usually does add an egalitarian element to one’s education, and by so doing complement and enrich the traditions one receives from home and community. Too often the personal development which an embrace of one’s individual inheritance makes possible is warped by our globalized capitalist world into just one more instantiation of meritocracy; structurally weaving the imperatives of liberal egalitarianism into the mass public educational ideal, I think, can preserve something truly civic, at least as much as the classic ideal may.

All this, of course, meant that Becky and I had some very deep disagreements when it came to schooling. And yet those disagreements never got in the way of us conversing—always curiously and joyfully—about the potential for neighborhoods to reflect, and provide foundations for, the plurality of ways in which people can learn and grow, and thereby sustain one another, their communities, and their natural environments. She embraced and was always looking to share with her students and me and anyone else who would listen those authors and intellectual models who tied their stories to the socio-economic and environmental conditions that made real localism possible. She was instinctively sympathetic to deeply Kansan anti-government, anti-union attitudes she had inherited from her family, but she took up those arguments in a populist, even radical way. In that way, her Old Right libertarianism and my anarcho-socialism met on common ground. The first time I was invited to speak at Northfield (back when the school met in the old Love Box warehouse on 37th St. in north Wichita), I walked into the makeshift classroom, saw quotations from McGuffey’s Eclectic Readers all around the walls, and assumed I was entering a traditionally conservative environment; but after a day of presentations and discussions with students of all ages, conversations which had ranged from town meetings to backyard gardens to the interstate highway system to oil monopolies to climate change to do-it-yourself-tractor repair, I saw the truth: Becky Elder was a hippie. God bless her for it.

The hippies get a bad rap, to be sure, and much of it is deserved; so much of the counter-culture a half-century or more ago turned its back upon tradition entirely, and assumed that a new civilization could be simply willed into existence, through communes and co-ops, from the ground up. And too many of the wrong lessons of that counter-cultural vision continue to inform the transhuman delusions of the Silicon Valley elite, whose understanding of the DIY mentality focuses more on venture capital and AI technology than practical crafts and community sharing. But the best aspects of hippie-dom, especially when conjoined with the kind of deep Christian faith and agrarian practice that Becky’s whole existence reflected, are profoundly wise. It is a good thing to insist on developing real local knowledge, on breaking away from larger systems and getting down on one’s knees instead, whether to weed a garden or pray to God or read a text closely (or ideally, all three). While the political culture of Kansas may on the surface may seen to be anything but friendly to this kind of deep, loving, local engagement, I think that Becky’s example of rooted, trusting, make-it-up-as-you-go-along activism actually only adds to our state’s long tradition of local matriarchs making the most of the soil and situation around them, and making history as they do so.

I’m thinking here of Mary Skubitz, a Slovenian immigrant to Kansas who was brought to the coal mining country of Crawford County by her parents as a child in 1890. Decades later, she helped organize other wives and mothers into the “Amazon Army” of 1921, a mass protest of women, marching from mine to mine, facing armed threats from the owners, demanding improvements of the terrible conditions their husbands and sons suffered in the mines. Or I’m thinking of Minnie Wish-Ken-O, a Potawatomie woman in Jackson County who took up the leadership in her tribe during the 1930s, in the midst of the dissolution and despair brought on by drought and the Dust Bowl, and from her farm led the fight against the national government’s efforts at tribal re-organization and termination over the subsequent two decades.

Even more humbly, my colleague Ken Spurgeon has resurrected—through his film Sod and Stubble—the story of Rosa Hagg Ise, a new bride who settled with her husband Henry and raised a family in Osborne County in the 1870s. The frontier challenges she overcame made her a determined believer in education, and her children in turn graduated from some of the most prestigious schools in America (as well as telling their mother’s story in what became an early Kansas classic). Unsurprisingly, education is a constant in so many of these stories—which just brings us around to Becky again. Her great-grandmother, Eldora Dugan Love, settled with her husband Charles in Butler County in the 1870s; from her homestead, Eldora published a women’s journal which made educational and religious improvement its central message. And three generations, that message continues on.

Towards the conclusion of Becky’s graveside service, the pastor invoked Becky’s commitment to “place,” both in terms of landed particularity (the family had made arrangements beforehand, in accordance with Kansas state law, to bury Becky without embalmment on her own property, which they did), and in terms of an attitude towards our part of God’s plan—loving where we are planted, and looking forward to that heavenly place of love and grace where we can reside after our earthly sojourns end. As I watched her body lowered by her sons into the grave, I could help but think of my own mother’s recent passing, and also think of how this great matriarch of the Elder clan was still teaching. By example, she was showing us how one puts down roots, and becomes part of an ever-growing, ever-revealing bounteous creation. She lived a Kansas life, and a Christian life, and a life that found and shared freedom and opportunity and insight in fertile minds and fertile ground. What could more graceful, and more local, than that?


 

 

 












Monday, December 08, 2025

Listening to Lennon #8: Milk and Honey (Plus, a Summary)

John Lennon was murdered 45 years ago this evening, on December 8, 1980. The photo attached was taken that afternoon--ghoulishly, but entirely coincidentally, it includes the face of Mark Chapman, his assassin, who had been hanging around outside the apartment John and Yoko had lived in for the past five years, along with all the journalists and photographers who dogged Lennon constantly, hoping to get an autograph. Lennon obliged. (I've clipped Chapman out of the photo.)

Lennon was shot by Chapman after returning to his apartment with Yoko after hours in the studio, recording and polishing a song by Yoko, "Walking on Thin Ice." Like several of her tracks on both Double Fantasy and Milk and Honey, the final, posthumous release of original music by Lennon, Yoko was merging her avant-garde musical sensibilities with post-punk and post-disco styles, making use of synthesizers and drum machines in a way that didn't make her music that foreign to what would soon be called "New Wave" on early 1980s American radio. That doesn't mean the song itself is very good, despite Lennon apparently declaring in the studio, perhaps less than a hour before his murder, that "you just cut your first number one, Yoko." By my hearing, Yoko's better stuff was, appropriately, that which she released in conjunction with her husband's final tracks. That's not the only reason to take Milk and Honey seriously, though.

I wasn't looking forward to listening to this album. I figured that, even if I give Yoko the benefit of the doubt and assume that she genuinely believed these left-over tracks from the Double Fantasy sessions were good enough to be deserving of public release, as a way to honor her late husband and his legions of fans, the results couldn't possibly avoid feeling like a cash grab. Well, I was wrong; Milk and Honey feels instead like a definite studio production in it's own right. Not a perfect one; it definitely has some filler on it among John's stuff. "(Forgive Me) My Little Flower Princess" is an unfinished, sappy ditty, and "Grow Old With Me" is a weak demo recording of a song of great, but completely unrealized, potential. But the energy and wit that Double Fantasy showed Lennon re-embracing after years away from the studio are very much on display on "I'm Stepping Out" (a delightfully poppy number), "I Don't Wanna Face It" (a slick, bluesy rocker), and especially "Nobody Told Me," easily one of the smartest, catchiest, grooviest pop songs that Lennon ever recorded in his entire career, solo or with the Beatles; why it wasn't on Double Fantasy in the place of one of the weaker tracks like "Cleanup Time" makes no sense to me at all. And then there's "Borrowed Time," an underproduced recording that manages to be charming and unintentionally haunting at the same time. 

And as for Yoko? While her tracks aren't in dialogue with John's as happens in the best parts of Double Fantasy--which would have been truly perverse if she'd tried, since she went to work on this album in 1983--several of them stand up as solid, if sometimes slight, dance and electronica-pop. "Sleepness Night" has too much of her patented (and often tired) transgressiveness to really be enjoyable, and "O' Sanity" is just silly, but "Don't Be Scared" is an actually compelling little mystery of a song, "Your Hands" is a dreamlike ballad, "Let Me Count the Ways" remarkably actually makes me see Yoko as a mother singing a lullaby to Sean, and "You're the One," with it's spooky compelling cricket chirps, should have been a single: I would put it alongside some of the best weird pop put out by Blondie, Kate Bush, or Siouxsie and the Banshees.

Overall, I give Milk and Honey a B+, the same as Double Fantasy, something I definitely did not expect. Which means that if we rank all of Lennon's, and Lennon and Ono's, post-Beatles albums together, it looks something like this:

Rock 'n' Roll: A

Imagine: A- 

Double Fantasy: B+

Milk and Honey: B+

Plastic Ono Band: B 

Walls and Bridges: B

Mind Games: B-

Some Time in New York City: D+ 

In retrospect, when I compare this list to my summary of Paul McCartney's far larger -post-Beatles output (23 albums at the time I wrote that review, and I wasn't even counting everything he'd put out--including leaving aside two cover albums which this journey though John's work made me go back and review properly), I think I've been nicer to John than he deserves. But then again--perhaps Paul's own constant output simply invites unfair comparisons? Who knows how I would have felt about Macca if he'd slowed down, been less of omnipresent workhorse? But it's not as though I could ever truly ask for less from Paul, the Best Beatle. And similarly, I'd give just about anything if John, the First Beatle, could have been spared, and we could have heard more from him. A tragedy, in so many ways. But he left his mark, both through his band and on his own--and, crucially, through the artistic and emotional impact he had on work of his greatest partners. On the day he died, in the final interview he gave, John commented "There’s only two artists I’ve ever worked with for more than one night’s stand, as it were: Paul McCartney and Yoko Ono. I think that’s a pretty damned good choice." I couldn't possibly disagree.


 

Sunday, November 30, 2025

Listening to Lennon #7: Double Fantasy

Double Fantasy is an iconic album, for obvious reasons. Leaving behind Los Angeles, May Pang, the experiments (and exasperation) in the studio of Walls and Bridges, and the legal headaches (and rock and roll delights) of cranking out old covers on Rock 'n' Roll, Lennon settled back in New York City and reconciled with Yoko Ono, who gave birth to their one child together, Sean Lennon, on October 9, 1975. And Lennon promptly left the music business to focus on his son for close to five years. When he returned with Double Fantasy, his first musical collaboration with Ono since Some Time in New York City eight years before, he was 40 years old, looking into the 1980s, and ready for another stage in his life. And, of course, was tragically murdered less than a month after the album's official release. How could such a story not lend the album it left behind a certain mystique? 

But there's even more to it than that. There's Lennon's wild experience while sailing to Bermuda in June 1980, when sickness and fatigue left every other member of the crew unable to handle the ship's wheel, and Lennon guided the boat alone through a storm for six hours. He came out of that challenge invigorated, excited, but also feeling vulnerable in a manner unlike that produced by his many journeys through various therapies years before, and desperately wanting to make music again. There is, of course, his constant, never-finished feelings of affection and competition with Paul McCartney; "Coming Up," a disco-ish, heavily synthesized and drum machine-driven tune Macca had recorded in the summer of 1979, was released in advance of McCartney II in the spring of 1980, and John loved it--"It's driving me crackers!" he supposedly said, reigniting his competitive drive. (To be clear, while I like the song, I don't care much for the album.) And there was the increasing artistic maturity of his relationship with Yoko; the post-punk music in the clubs of NYC in the late 1970s, from the Talking Heads to the B-52s, struck him as providing a new idiom for some of Ono's avant-garde sensibilities, strongly calling him to write alongside them again. All together, by the summer of 1980, John and Yoko were both writing songs, and come the autumn they were in the recording studio--though keeping the news of their imminent re-emergence on the pop music scene as much a secret as possible. I wish I had memories of the impact of Lennon's return late in that year, but I wasn't a Beatles fan at age 11--and within weeks, the story of the Smart Beatle making music again was overwhelmed by the news of his death.

I can understand how the initial reviews of the album were less than enthusiastic, as most of the first side is only occasionally captivating. "(Just Like) Starting Over" is a fine and catchy pop song, but beyond the initial listening, it seems a little pleading. Ono's "Kiss Kiss Kiss" definitely shows a greater pop sensibility than what's she'd brought into the studio in the past, but still, this insistent faux-orgasm of a song is kind of embarrassing. Then comes Lennon's "Cleanup Time"--again, a nice effort at a soulful rocker, but nothing special, followed by Ono's "Give Me Something," which is just an unfinished dance-club riff.

But then listeners to the album are rewarded with a run of songs that shows not just how talented a musician Lennon was, but also smart, how capable of seeing, both musically and lyrically, how to put a musical statement together. "I'm Losing You" is a sharp, deeply introspective, self-critical, while still insistent number; it folds directly into Ono's "I'm Moving On," which is I think the first time in this whole series that I've heard her singing voice--pitched to accentuate the growling anger of the song--truly complement an arrangement (though she still insists on that weird cackle at the end). The songs are genuinely in conversation with each other, a conversation that one can imagine capturing key moments from all the ups and downs of John and Yoko's marriage over the years. Then comes the simply gorgeous, calypso-flavored lullaby/love song to Sean, "Beautiful Boy (Darling Boy)," followed by "Watching the Wheels," one of the very few straight-up superb pop songs whose autobiographical focus amounts to actual, rather than ersatz, Zen philosophy ("Ah, people asking questions / lost in confusion / Well, I tell them there's no problem / only solutions"). Yoko's "Yes, I'm Your Angel" is another smart take on her odd musical presence, turning her into in a vaudeville chanteuse. And then the best song on the album: Lennon's "Woman." Lennon called this, in an interview before his murder, a grown-up Beatles tune, the way he and the lads would have recorded "Girl" if they'd had more years and wisdom under their belts. It's by no means a fully feminist song; Lennon never achieved the kind of empathy that McCartney could manufacture on a moment's notice. But for an Englishman born and raised in the 1940s and 1950s, especially one with the complicated (and, yes, partly self-induced) traumas that Lennon carried, his desire for forgiveness and his expression of appreciation for what women have meant for him--particularly his soulmate Yoko, but also just the presence of the maternal and the feminine in his life generally--in this simple but still lush and melodious song is truly kind of beautiful, I think.

Yoko dominates the rest of the album with a few forgettable (though thankfully not particularly screechy) songs, with one last poppy, sappy ditty from John: "Dear Yoko." But overall, Lennon had every reason to be proud of this album; it's a strong B+ collection of songs. Tragic that he ended up having so little time to reflect on what he and his wife had accomplished.

Friday, October 31, 2025

Listening to Lennon #6: Rock 'n' Roll (along with McCartney's CHOBA B CCCP and Run Devil Run)

It would be nice to believe that Lennon wanted, in early 1975, with his immigration woes and his conflicts with the U.S. government apparently finally coming to an end, and with his decision to return to New York City, the American city he loved best, to turn back to his earliest musical loves for inspiration, and that he would decide to record a bunch of rock and roll tunes from the 1950s as an affirmation of such. Unfortunately, no. Not that Lennon still didn't love this music; he absolutely did, and the care he showed in the eventual production of the tunes on this record, as well as the passion and joy that comes out through them, makes that clear. But as anyone with access to Wikipedia can tell you, Rock 'n' Roll doesn't actually have anything to do with all of those 1975 moments or decisions or transitions. Instead, we have this album--which, at this point in my listening to Lennon's solo oeuvre, I kind of think is his very best work--solely due to a money-grubbing lawsuit.

So, very reductively: Lennon wrote "Come Together" for the Beatles in 1969, and while doing so he made use of some chords and part of one verse from the Chuck Berry tune, "You Can't Catch Me." Morris Levy, one of those promoters/entrepreneurs/crooks that were so common in the early days of rock and roll, had ended up with the copyright to the song, and he insisted on being paid royalties. In an out-of-court settlement, Lennon (or, rather, his lawyers, thought obviously Lennon signed off on the plan) agreed to record multiple tunes that Levy owned the copyright of, thus guaranteeing continuing royalties as "his" songs get released with the imprimatur of a Beatle. Originally Lennon was going to get these recordings done in Los Angeles in the winter of 1973-1974, but the recording sessions were chaotic, and Phil Spector, the producer, whom Lennon had worked very productively with on both Imagine and (perhaps somewhat less productively) Some Time in New York City, was descending into madness. In December 1973, Lennon terminated his working relationship with Spector, but Spector took and refused to turn over the recordings. Then in March 1974, Spector was in a near-fatal car crash, and the whole project was abandoned. Lennon went ahead and released the excellent Walls and Bridges, which Levy considered a violation of the settlement, and Levy threatened to refile his lawsuit. So finally, in October 1974, Lennon recorded, in just a few days, new versions of these songs he knew so well. Levy then insisted Lennon was dragging his feat, and when Lennon gave him copies of the unpolished studio demos to prove the album was moving forward, Levy quickly released them as a junk album on his own label, which led to additional suits and counter-suits between him, Lennon, and Capitol Records. The dude was a piece of work, that's for certain. 

But that piece of work got Lennon to do something that, if you listen to these songs, you know he always should have been doing: blasting out classic rock and roll with heart, wit, soul, and style. Very simply, Rock 'n' Roll is pretty much a perfect blast of great, groovy, head-bopping tunes. There isn't a single track on the album that is less than first-rate. "Be-Bop-a-Lula" is a rockabilly classic that the Beatles had regularly played all the way back in the Hamburg and Cavern Club days; Lennon sings it brilliantly. "Stand By Me" is obviously a proto-soul masterpiece, but it's hard to deny that Lennon's driving, bluesy cover of it just might be superior to the original. While you can't help but hear echoes of "Come Together" in his cover of "You Can't Catch Me," that actually just makes the song even better. Lennon makes Fats Domino's "Ain't That a Shame" feel even a little more dirty and therefore somehow more delightful, gives Bobby Freeman's "Do You Want to Dance?" a cool calypso swing, keeps Spector's "wall of sound" treatment and makes Chuck Berry's "Sweet Little Sixteen"--another favorite of the Beatles--into a legitimate rave-up, and on it goes. "Peggy Sue," "Send Me Some Lovin', "Bony Moronie," "Bring It On Home to Me"--Lennon is simply on, all the way through this record. No notes, an A album, unquestionably.

Except, in giving it that grade, I kind of feel bad. For one thing, this isn't a measure of Lennon as a full musician; it shows us Lennon as a vocalist, arranger, band leader, guitarist, studio operator, and most of all as a nostalgic and delighted fan, but not as the songwriter who, in the Beatles and (sometimes) on his own, created his own set of standards which other vocalists, guitarists, band leaders, etc., have been listening to, loving, and striving to emulate for decades now, and no doubt will continue to for decades to come. Should I really count Rock 'n' Roll, a collection of covers, as a full part of Lennon's discography? I mean, I didn't include such cover albums with McCartney did the same.

But that made me think--maybe there's a reason for that? So I went back to what I wrote about Paul McCartney's incredible (and continuing!) artistic output back in 2019, when got around to listening to and writing about his two complete albums of rock and roll covers--1988's CHOBA B CCCP (or just The Russian Album), and 1999's Run Devil Run. In both cases I was brief, not considering these albums, much as I like them--called The Russian Album's "quite wonderful!" and Run Devil Run "pretty brilliant!"--as proper comparisons to Macca's many albums of original work. But Lennon's Rock 'n' Roll makes me want to give them a deeper consideration, to see if I can at least makes some comparisons between the rock and roll passion that McCartney demonstrated, and the terrific performance Lennon turned in on this album.

My conclusion? Well, I have to say--I think the historical consensus is right. McCartney is absolutely the better, broader musician of the two, stretching himself and doing things with his voice and his instruments (multiple ones!) that Lennon never could, or didn't live long enough to ever seriously try. And that breadth makes it impossible for him to treat classic rock and roll as a canon that can't be supplemented; he needs to bring pop, blues, jazz, and folk into the mix as well. All of which suggests that...yeah, maybe Lennon really was the one with the deeper, purer, rock and roll soul. That 's perhaps a limitation, but in some contexts--like when one wants to make a rock and roll album--it's a plus. 

Off The Russian Album, McCartney's cover of the R&B classic "Kansas City" can't be touched--which is perhaps predictable; it's one of his favorite songs, having made it a regular feature of early Beatles set-lists, and a song he'll sing in concert to this day. And his covers of "Lucille"--with McCartney doing is trademark Little Richards shout--and "That's All Right"--with him once again delivering an Elvis Presley-style drawl; he does the same on "Just Because"--are fabulous. But I just don't think Macca captured Sam Cooke's soul in "Bring It On Home to Me" the way his old best friend did, and his version of "Ain't That Shame" is more fun than feisty, missing what Lennon brought to the tune. On the other hand, when he provides rock and roll re-arrangements of the jazz standard "Don't Get Around Much Anymore" or the folk classic "Midnight Special," Macca hits gold. Similarly, on Run Devil Run, McCartney has great rock and roll chops. He checks off more rockabilly with "Blue Jean Bop," "Lonesome Town," and "Movie Magg," and he morphs into a juiced-up Elvis (though perhaps not quite as convincingly) once again for "All Shook Up," "I Got Stung," and "Party." All of it is solid. And, in contrast to his previous effort, I really love his take on Fats Domino on this album, with him injecting some doe-eyed sexuality into "Coquette." Again, though, I think the very best cover on the album was when Macca's muse leads him away from rock and roll, adding an accordion to Check Berry's "Brown Eyed Handsome Man," and turning it into a masterful bit of zydeco pop.

If I could go back to 2019, I'd give The Russian Album a solid B, maybe a B+; I'd give Run Devil Run the same, or maybe even all the way up to an A-; it really is that good. Both are fine collections of rock and roll standards. But are they as good as Lennon's? I just don't think so. If, at the end of this trip through Lennon's solo work, I have to conclude the very best collection of songs he ever put out were covers of a bunch of tunes that he'd learned by heart decades before, and could sing in his sleep--would that made him upset? Something tells me--especially when expressed in terms of him claiming some kind of rock and roll purist crown over his greatest friend and rival--he'd be just fine with it, in the end.

Sunday, October 26, 2025

Two Comments and Two Questions about Religious Liberty

[Cross-posted to By Common Consent

Last week I attended the "Kansas Summit for Religious Freedom," a gathering designed to provide representatives of multiple different faith traditions here in Wichita, KS–Christian, Judaic, Islamic, Buddhist, and more–to share thoughts about and perspectives on religious pluralism. [In the attached photo, from left to right: Rabbi Emeritus Michael A Davis, Congregation Emanu-El; Gehad Qaki, Islamic Society of Wichita; Senior Pastor Rev. Dr. Robin McGonigle, Riverside Christian Church (Disciples of Christ); Sriraman Kadambi, temple priest at the Hindu Temple of Greater Wichita (with his son, Srivas Kadambi, providing translation); and Micah Fries, Director of Programs, Multi-Faith Neighbors Network.] The theme of the gathering--which was primarily organized and paid for by the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, the Mormon church I belong to; the main sponsoring organization, the Religious Freedom Alliance Council, was founded in Provo, UT, and is led by BYU faculty and graduates--was "Religious Liberty and Human Flourishing." I appreciated much of what I heard there; it gave me some good things to think about. Unfortunately, the summit wasn't designed to allow for much audience interaction, so I came away with a couple of questions that I really would have liked to have heard some of the speakers discuss as well. So instead, I'll share them here.

The comments first. The presentation the event’s keynote speaker, Dr. Hannah Smith from BYU Law School, mostly covered data that I suspect many who are even just remotely interested in the topic of religious liberty, from whatever ideological perspective, has heard before: that regular participation in a religious community is one of the strongest variables that point towards human flourishing, such as levels of personal happiness, physical and mental health, social connection, etc. The data on this is voluminous (though as with anything, particularly anything that involves the social sciences, there is always contrary data as well). But what really struck me was her argument about how a strong defense of religious liberty contributes to the spread of these positive correlations across society.

Leave aside how exactly to define “religious liberty” (a contentious argument which Smith did not get into); let’s assume that however you define it, its presence will result in more religious believers and organizations exercising their liberty by expressing themselves more fully in more diverse ways. Presumably, that would mean—again, leaving aside exactly how theses expressions would be manifest in the context of actually existing religious organizations, many of which are not entirely friendly to doctrinal or theological diversity within their ranks—more religious institutions offering more religious visions to more ranges of religious perspectives and preferences. That would in turn mean greater levels of competition in the religious marketplace—and such competition will in its turn result in more religious institutions, and their members, necessarily involving themselves in the civic-strengthening work of discussion, engagement, compromise, moderation, and more.

I would have loved to discuss this more deeply with Dr. Smith. It’s a Madisonian framing that I’d never thought of before, one which presents religious diversity in terms of factions that will be obliged—because there are so many of them, thanks to the aforementioned liberty—to negotiates with, learn from, and adapt alongside other religious factions, thereby creating a kind of ongoing civic lesson to all involved in any of those religious organizations. It’s kind of an ingenious argument, though how exactly one is supposed to hold on to a utilitarian conceptualization of religious liberty while also holding on to doctrinal devotion to one’s own religious faction isn’t an easy question to answer, I think. It places the whole theologico-political problem on a liberal footing that I suspect at least few leaders of my own LDS Church, if they understood the implications of this philosophical shift, would have some real concerns about. But it’s a valuable intellectual framing of the problem of pluralism, nonetheless.

Less philosophically weighty, but much more pastoral and wise (perhaps for that reason), was a concluding address given my old friend James Fleetwood, a retired judge and a man I served as a counselor to in a bishopric a decade ago. Rather than touching on any of the contentious debates over or even definitions of religious liberty, Jim focused on the need to peacefully engage with others, and specifically on the Christian requirement, in his understanding, to treat all others’ belief systems with respect, so as to become the sort of people who can love another as God loves us. He organized these ideas primarily around the centrality of sacred spaces–temples, yes, but also mosques, synagogues, and more. Such spaces provide for the faithful with both connection and revivification; as such, the claim of religious groups to spaces of holiness must be respected as much as those making the claims themselves. Here I am expanding upon Jim’s ideas somewhat, but it seems to me that he was describing a more demanding obligation than just respecting “belief,” because sacred spaces are, well, spatial, and therefore social and political. Religious worship is not a merely intellectual exercise; it is a bodily one. Thus, seeking peace in the midst of pluralism involves real concrete acts of respect: sharing spaces, shared participation, and more. One of his lines will stay with me for a while, I think: “Respecting the reverence of others refines us.” If there could be a better summation of what any meeting about religious liberty ought to teach, I can’t think of it.

Okay, so much for comments; now the questions. 

First, a more general one, which again I really would have liked to have been able to talk with Dr. Smith about. If we are to understand that religious liberty will benefit society through her Madisonian model, then presumably it does so through enabling people to find greater numbers of ways to attach themselves to religious factions and organizations. But doesn’t that mean that anything which discourages people to attaching themselves to and engaging with others through religious factions and organizations is actually hurting the cause of religious liberty? Because if that’s the case, then there is a, perhaps small, but still very real problem here.

That problem, specifically, is that the concept of “religious liberty”—once more, however you want to define it—has over the past 25 years been broadly appropriated by, and therefore has become coded as supporting, politically conservative, anti-LGTBQ forces. It obviously doesn’t have to be this way, but both the polling data and the legal record provides good reason to acknowledge the reality of that association, or at least the perception of that association, the religious liberty movement’s involvement in fights over parents being able to shield their children from stories involving homosexual persons (Mahmoud v. Taylor) or over the legitimacy of licensed therapists being able to provide “conversion therapy” to gays and lesbians (Chiles v. Salazer) getting as much or more attention than the fights it has engaged in on behalf of minority religious groups. And that association is driving people away from religious participation—not a huge number of people, but the negative effect of religious bodies involving themselves with politically conservative causes is quite real.

Please note that I don’t see this as a “gotcha!” problem for religious liberty. Personally, I’m not a First Amendment absolutist, as I suspect most of those who presented at the summit were; on the contrary, I tend to see strong readings of the First Amendment as creating at least as many social problems as goods (Buckley v. Valeo, Snyder v. Phelps, Janus v. AFSCME, or National Socialist Party of America v. Village of Skokie, just to start). But still, there’s nothing flawed with the priority that many attach to religious liberty—including the new president of the LDS Church, Dallin H. Oaks. It’s a valid and important principle to defend. I would just like to see people wrestle with the costs of defending it, particularly when those costs include at least some degree of discouraging people from benefiting from the involvement they might have gained through association with religious organizations in the first place. (Of course, this is overwhelming a problem faced by socially conservative Christian churches, including Mormonism; more liberal Christian, Jewish, Islamic, and other religious bodies really don’t face this dilemma at all—which, unfortunately, too often means the former group gets to dominate the discussion when religious liberty comes up.)

Another question, tangentially related to the one above, but even more directly connected to matters of First Amendment interpretation. Lance Kinzer—a smart Kansas lawyer and former legislator whom I'd met and interacted with before—gave a presentation that dove deep into the details of various current and past court cases, on both the state and federal level, dealing with matters of religious liberty. A consistent through-line in his presentation was the problems which Employment Division v. Smith—a case which overturned previous First Amendment precedents and stipulated that the amendment’s guaranteed religious freedoms should not ever provide exceptions to “generally applicable” criminal or civil laws—has posed for religious organizations over the years. Specifically, he wanted to see the post-Smith standard of simply asking whether the government has a “rational basis” for imposing a possible burden on a religious body overturned, and to bring back the “strict scrutiny” rule for judging the constitutionality of any possible burden which essentially existed before that 1990 decision. 

That’s a position that I basically agree with—but it’s one that also presents some conservative defenders of religious liberty with an inconsistency.Specifically, multiple conservative churches (including my own LDS Church) have written a legal brief urging the Supreme Court, in the case Little v. Hecox, to refuse to grant the plaintiffs—transgender athletes who are suing the state of Idaho, arguing that a state law which denies transgender individuals the ability to complete in sports aligned with their gender identity is a violation of the right to be treated equally—a “quasi-suspect” classification. This is deep legal nerdery here, but to make it as simple as possible: past Supreme Court decisions, going back many decades, have articulated various categories of plaintiffs whose standing in American society are either more or less likely to trigger various standards of scrutiny when it comes to judging the impositions and restrictions of laws. For more than 70 years, race as consistently been labeled a “suspect class” and has thus been accorded “strict scrutiny,” with the result that laws which discriminate or burden citizens differently on the basis of race, whether intentionally or unintentionally, are almost always found unconstitutional. Gender, beginning about 50 years ago, has been labeled a “quasi-suspect” classification, which in practice means that laws which end up burdening people on the basis of gender are not as likely to be found unconstitutional as those which do so on the basis of race, but are more likely to be so found than those distinctions which merely have to pass the “rational basis” test.

I think advocates of religious liberty are correct to want to get back, broadly speaking, to that era of constitutional interpretation when the First Amendment freedoms guaranteed to religious bodies necessitate that laws which restrict or regulate churches and other religious organizations have to pass the strict scrutiny standard. But I also think that if churches ought to enjoy such projections from the state, that gender and sexual minorities—like trans individuals that want to compete in sports—ought to be able expect similar protection as well. That’s only consistent, right?

The LDS Church and other conservative religious groups navigate this inconsistency by pointing out that previous interpretations of the rights of churches has included their right to be exempt from laws that make it illegal to fire someone, under certain religious conditions, for being gay or transgender; the same goes for laws having to do with public accommodation or public aid. These interpretations would have to be rethought if the classification of those burdened by what is allowed under those exemptions were to change. They’re not wrong to point that out! Consistency on this point of law would obviously require a whole new set of balancing tests be worked out, probably over a long period of time, and I have no idea what such balancing tests might eventually look like. So it doesn’t surprise me that someone who makes religious liberty their primary concern would rather leave things as they are. But then, if you want to leave things as they are, then why the wish (a justifiable one, I think) to upset current legal balances by hoping for an overturning of Smith?

Point is, these are deeply complicated issues, and they invite a lot complicated trade-offs and difficult arguments. I wouldn’t expect every gathering of folks speaking on behalf of religious liberty to make room for a consideration of all this—but since this particular gathering, valuable and insightful as it was, really didn’t allow for any formal debate, so here I am, making my contribution to such here. Consider it an expression of gratitude for all the important ideas that were voiced by those who participated (at least I hope they see it that way.) I appreciated it being part of it very much!

Tuesday, September 30, 2025

Listening to Lennon #5: Walls and Bridges

Lennon recorded Walls and Bridges back in New York City, in the summer of 1974, after having lived for most of the previous year away from Yoko Ono in Los Angeles. He and Yoko had not reconciled yet--that wouldn't happen until long after Wall and Bridges was completed, in February of 1975--but many tend to hear in the songs of this album echoes of Lennon's separation from his chosen partner, both in its occasionally wild, funky celebrations of excess and freedom, and in its self-pitying, mournful moments. I actually tend to disagree--to my ears, Walls and Bridges is an experimental and wide-ranging solo album, one whose tracks often sound disassociated from the musical styles and patterns that John had built over the years with the Beatles and on his own. I was genuinely surprised at how much I liked it.

Of course, for someone who had recorded such strange music as the albums he produced with Ono at the end of the 1960s--Unfinished Music No. 1, Unfinished Music No. 2, and Wedding Album--the tracks on Walls and Bridges wouldn't seem experimental at all. But within the bounds of pop music, they count, I think. Walls and Bridges shows a Lennon being brassy and funky in the style of Sly and the Family Stone, being soulful and country in the style of the Flying Burrito Brothers, and crooning and belting like either Elvis Presley or Tom Jones (he absolutely was not wrong when he said that "Nobody Loves You (When You're Down and Out)" should have been sung by Frank Sinatra). Listening to the album, and hearing--yes, along with his conflicted, sometimes bitter, sometimes profoundly depressed, feelings over Yoko--his familial joy at reconnecting with Julian, his son by Cynthia (May Pang, John's sexual companion and general assistant during the "Lost Weekend," brought Julian out from London), and his naughty pissant joy of having a pack of drinking buddies again, and maybe most of all the genuine joy that being able to hang out, however briefly, with Paul and Linda McCartney once more obviously elicited from him--with all that nasty Beatles stuff behind them, even Lennon was ripping on Allen Klein by this time--all just makes me wonder. What if John had stayed in LA to record Walls and Bridges? What if Phil Spector hadn't gone through a mental breakdown and he and Lennon's 1973 Los Angeles sessions--which would eventually give rise to Lennon's next album, Rock 'n' Roll--had actually worked out? The Lennon of this stage of his life was even willing to perform a Beatles song live, thanks to the prompting of Elton John; who knows what this alternative future might have held?

Well, whether or not any new Lennon-McCartney compositions would have been possible along that road untaken, the compositions in Walls and Bridges deserve respect. "Going Down on Love" is a groovy song about sex with lyrics that are all about unfulfillment; its balance between giggling winks and self-pity is classic Lennon. I actually don't love "Whatever Gets You Thru the Night," despite it being John's only American #1; Bobby Keys's saxophone is terrific, of course, but all those horns just make me think of bandleader G.E. Smith opening an episode of "Saturday Night Live." "Old Dirt Road," "What You Got," "Scared," and "#9 Dream" are all first-rate pop songs, in turns moody, atmospheric, driving, and/or head-poppingly good. It's not all great, to be sure; "Steel and Glass" is just a retread of Lennon trademarked vituperation, and I think "Bless You," though apparently Lennon's favorite track on the album, is just sappy. (By contrast, Lennon, after he reconciled with Ono, labeled "Surprise, Surprise (Sweet Bird of Paradox)," his love song to May Pang, as "just a piece of garbage," but I think it's okay, certainly no worse than a dozen other middling Beatles love songs.) "Beef Jerky" is a fun instrumental, much better than some of the pointless noodling on earlier Lennon albums. And "Nobody Loves You," while perhaps not a masterpiece on the level of "Imagine" or "Jealous Guy," absolutely shoots for those heights, and is a worthy competitor.

Walls and Bridges gets a high B, maybe even a B+. This is a really solid piece of work, better than anything he'd done in the previous three years. I don't know if direct comparisons are applicable, but if we sit my rankings of Lennon's and McCartney's solo discographies side by side, and note that it took McCartney five albums before he finally produced Band on the Run, Lennon's talent might be edging poor Macca aside.

Sunday, September 07, 2025

Rauch Among the Mormons

[Cross-posted to By Common Consent]

Jonathan Rauch’s Cross Purposes: Christianity's Broken Bargain with Democracy, the latest book by the longtime policy journalist and public thinker, argues three things:

--first, that throughout American history Christian churches have played an essential role in enabling our liberal democracy to properly function;

--second, that America’s Christian churches (mostly, though not exclusively, Protestant ones) have of late abandoned this role, and by so doing have contributed to the breakdown of liberal and democratic rules and norms in American life;

--and third, that the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints has continued to model exactly the sort of role which historically American Christian churches had once played, and that therefore, the more the rest of American Christianity can learn from and perhaps even emulate the Mormons–very specifically, the room which he believes LDS doctrines and practices make for a pluralistic civic theology–the healthier America’s democratic culture and institutions will be. 

Given the praise contained in that third point–and given the philosophically liberal presumptions which underlie it–it’s not surprising that Rauch and his book have received a positive, bordering on enthusiastic, reception among intellectually-inclined mainstream American Mormons, while a small philosophically (as opposed to merely politically) conservative minority have viewed Rauch’s arguments far more suspiciously. Who is right? Assessing that requires considering Rauch’s claims in somewhat more detail.

Rauch is well-known as an advocate of classical liberalism and political moderation; indeed, a large part of his reputation as a writer has been built on the fact that he is both an unapologetic atheist and a gay activist, yet neither reasons nor votes the way most Americans would stereotypically assume a gay atheist would. Throughout his career, Rauch has presented himself as a consummate pragmatist, always asking careful questions and eschewing any kind of controlling ideology. Of course, as with pragmatism generally, this kind of evidence-based, practical-minded worldview does tend to support a particular ideological position–namely, a classically liberal, utilitarian, and secular one, in the spirit of John Locke, Adam Smith, James Madison, Jeremy Bentham, and John Stuart Mill. Early in Cross Purposes, he describes his ideological preferences (though without calling them that) succinctly: “the modern tradition of freedom, toleration, minority rights, and the rule of law.” In support of such aims, he sees “three linked social systems” as essential: “liberal democracy to make political choices; market capitalism to make economic choices; and science and other forms of open critical exchange to make epistemic choices” (p. 12). He is and long has been a consistent defender of responsible, thoughtful, but nonetheless total individual choice, in matters of politics and economics and religion, unfettered by custom or community.

Still, he's no libertarian. He knows that there are things that he does not and perhaps cannot know, and thus needs reign in his drive for individual autonomy and trust at least to a certain degree in the slow, patient work of ideas and options through society and culture. It is that conservatism in his nature which has led him, a non-believer, to take seriously the historical role that Christianity has played in the development of the American democratic system that he prizes. In the book, he repents of his one-time intellectual over-reliance upon the separation of church and state when addressing social and political problems; he now views his youthful celebration of “apatheism”–the ideal of simply “not caring very much one way or another about religion”–as “superficial” (p. 5). Instead, he now believes “not just that secular liberalism and religious faith are instrumentally interdependent but that each is intrinsically reliant on the other to build a morally and epistemically complete and coherent account of the world” (p. 21).

In his view, since secularism and freedom of choice cannot fulfill the human need for belonging and meaning, and since the Christian religion cannot escape its inability to account for the physical laws and the moral horrors of the universe, what is necessary–and what he believes that “the United States has been generally good” at for most of its existence–is for both American Christianity and liberal democracy to do their part in holding up the walls of our civic home. Creating an environment wherein this balance can be maintained requires “that the Constitution be interpreted in a way which is consistent with the well-being of law-abiding faith communities, and that God’s work be interpreted in a way which is consistent with the well-being of democratic pluralism” (p. 33). The rule of liberalism in matters of politics and law must always accommodate religious exceptions, he affirms–but at the same time, the rule of Christian faith in society and culture must always give way to liberal protections and rights. This is a complicated balance, but it is one Rauch has confidence in, and one that he seeks to persuade his secular readers to be confident in as well.

Having laid his foundation, Rauch proceeds to build an argument that aligns with a good deal of other contemporary sociological research and political observation. First, that over the 20th century, mainline Protestant churches became less culturally distinct, losing their ability to mold their parishioners and implicitly direct them towards the virtuous role they had historically played in America’s civic order. And second, that Protestant churches which rejected the mainline’s compromise with secular liberalism gradually moved in an ever more partisan direction, adopting a paranoid and conspiratorial version of Christian teachings which Rauch refers to as “the Church of Fear.” This transformation led them to acquiesce to–and eventually triumphantly embrace–the vulgarity, immorality, and cruelty of Donald Trump’s paranoia and defensiveness as their perfect political avatar. And while I will not deny that my personal political judgments are a factor here, I would still insist that the passages where Rauch brings receipts, showing how thoroughly un-Christian it is to support Trump and the party he has built in his image, are really the best in the whole book. 

Rauch shows how evangelical (again, primarily Protestant) Christians have dismissed their previous insistence upon personal character in judging candidates, and in so doing ignored Trump’s criminality; how their gleeful identification with Trump as a cultural fighter has underscored how little faith they actually have in God’s providence; and how their embrace of what Rauch calls “sharp Christianity” has prevented them from articulating even a semblance of adherence to the Christian imperative to forgive and love, rather than fight and punish. It is, frankly, a damning indictment–and since he believes that those imperatives have been central to the develop of the civic culture within which American democracy developed, it is an indictment of Trump’s Christian supporters as un-American as well. All of which leads him to conclude:

[S]ecular liberalism and Christianity have separate purposes. They do not need to ally (and should not); but they do need to align, at least well enough so that democracy’s wheels don’t come off. . . . In that respect, we seculars are entitled to hold the church accountable to the democracy of which it is part. We are entitled to hold it accountable for the choices it makes. While the church’s relationship with God is its own business, secular Americans are justified in reminding our Christian friends that the Church of Fear is toxic for them and for us. We are not out of our lane to suggest that what Russell Moore calls 'confident Christianity'–one which 'constantly reminds us that this life is less important than the next [and] demonstrates something of what it means to forgive and serve one another'–needs repair for all our sakes. In short, we have standing to hope, perhaps even insist, that Christians get their act together (p. 89).

As I wrote at the beginning, Rauch believes American Mormonism provides a model of action that Christians could use a blueprint to repair themselves. But should we accept as accurate his overarching historical account of American civic pluralism? Should we accept as correct what he sees within the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints as contributing to it? And if we do not accept one or both of these, does that mean the conservative critique of Rauch is correct? 

Let’s begin with what I assume to be the most obvious problem (at least for the likely readership of this essay; were I a Roman Catholic, Rauch’s Protestant-centric account of America’s civic culture would probably rankle even more). Any Mormon who is remotely familiar with our own history ought to be prompted to ask Rauch why his initial description of the American bargain between Christianity and democracy doesn't incorporate an explanation for the profoundly anti-pluralist attacks on Mormonism that defined its nineteenth-century development. After all, perhaps the single greatest argument that America’s liberal democracy was not, in fact, built within the liberal civic walls he describes was the official exclusion and persecution that violently drove the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints out of the United States entirely. And this is not a parochial point; placing nineteenth-century anti-Mormonism alongside slavery and Know-Nothingism as clear signs that America’s Protestant Christian civic culture was heavily dependent upon racial, ethnic, religious, and gender exclusion is broadly accepted as a key component of any historically honest consideration of America’s civic identity.

Yet the only discussion of this defining example of religious oppression in American history which is present in Cross Purposes isn’t to be found Rauch’s description of the intellectual components of America’s liberal democratic culture, as it should be; rather, it appears as one of the motivating reasons why Mormons–on Rauch’s reading–are so supportive of that democratic culture: “the modern church’s...memory of persecution has bred sensitivity to the importance of religious freedom and pluralism” (p. 108). Contrary examples from Mormon history–like Brigham Young’s politically illiberal State of Deseret or the economically illiberal United Order of Enoch–receive no mention in the book. Joseph Smith’s Council of Fifty does get a mention, but even that rhetorical embrace of religious authoritarianism–however quickly abandoned–is instead presented entirely in terms a defense of freedom and religious choice, emphasizing how “Smith went so far as to...propose constitutional revisions requiring ‘the armies of the government’ to enforce ‘principles of liberty’ for all people, not just the Protestant majority” (p. 110). That Rauch passes over the complications of Smith’s not-always-coherent embrace of both religious authoritarianism and republican freedom, to say nothing of other explorations of very real authoritarian alternatives present throughout American history is, perhaps, predictable, but still unfortunate.

My point here is not to claim that LDS church members (like myself), or Americans generally, necessarily must have some secret, ambiguous authoritarianism historically buried in our belief system. (Not that the rise of Trump hasn’t led some historians of American religion to suggest exactly that.) Rather, it is to claim that Rauch’s understanding of America’s liberal democracy and its relationship to expressions of religious faith, both as a matter of history and a matter of theory, is simplistic, and it requires papering over many ideas and actions that cannot be neatly arranged into a straightforward argument against the terrible choices which Christian churches that have embraced Donald Trump’s person and agenda have made, however worthwhile such an argument may be. 

Rauch makes a good deal of the LDS doctrine of agency, and connects that doctrine (one which, under Rauch’s reading, stipulates that, as all of God’s children have the ability to make choices, the process of choice–if not necessarily the end result–must be respected and tolerated and negotiated with) to several passages in sermons and speeches of President Dallin H. Oaks: “Oaks argues for an alignment between God’s moral constitution and Madison’s political one. Speaking for the church, he sees patience, negotiation, and compromise...as social and spiritual ends unto themselves” (p. 96). Rauch’s discussion of Oaks’s ideas is thoughtful, and his connection of them to larger LDS perspectives on matters dear to Rauch’s heart (he describes the surprise passage of the “Utah Compromise” in 2015, which provided protection against housing and employment discrimination to Utah’s LGBTQ population, as “inspirational”–p. 100) is obviously sincere. But it is difficult to square his praise of Utah Governor Spencer Cox for apologizing to LGBTQ Utahns for his past offenses in 2016, with his silence regarding Cox’s vocal support for Donald Trump and opposition to the interests of trans individuals in 2024, or his quotation of polls from 2016 and 2020, showing comparatively low levels of support for Trump among LDS Republicans, while failing to note more recent polls which show that support for Trump increased among all Mormon demographics in 2024. To be sure, these snapshots are part of a complicated story. But a complicated story about LDS history and culture–one where our appreciation of personal agency and public spiritedness is deeply entwined with our own particular, prophet-idolizing Church of Fear–is not what Rauch wanted to tell. 

In some ways the critique of Rauch made by conservative–or “post-liberal”–Mormons is thus correct here. Ralph Hancock’s pointed challenge--“how can religion ‘align’ itself with liberalism...without at some level in or some way ‘supporting’ Rauch’s liberal (that is, atheistic and ‘scientific’) understanding of truth and of humanity?”–is a hard one for those desirous to accept Rauch’s conflation of being a good Mormon and being a good (that is, non-Trumpist) modern American to deal with, and his fierce dismissal of Rauch’s key theological claim about Mormonism–“his understanding of ‘agency’ is neither a remotely adequate phenomenology of human choice nor a serious rendering of LDS belief”–is undeniably true. Unfortunately, Hancock’s conservative rebuke of Rauch’s longed (and simplistic) for rapprochement between liberal principles and Christian churches in America is also, in it’s own way, superficial. Rauch’s summation of the message of Christianity as “Don’t be afraid. Imitate Jesus. Forgive each other,” is obviously incomplete, and designed to point out an easy alignment between Jesus and his hero James Madison. But it is a substantive message, nonetheless, one grounded in a deep conviction of and commitment to Jesus’s loving, sacrificial gift of grace. To claim, as Hancock does, that the characteristics of Christianity which Rauch correctly condemns many Christian churches for having abandoned in their partisan, paranoid embrace of Donald Trump--namely humility, forgiveness, and tolerance--are somehow actually insufficient to allow for a “substantial participation as Christians in public life” is pure nonsense (or at least, nonsensical assuming one accepts such giants of liberal Christianity from Dorothy Day to William Sloane Coffin to Fred Rogers to Eugene England as Christians, which I assume Hancock would, though perhaps only with large, grudging asterisks beside their names).

To be fair to Hancock, none of those Christian leaders had to explicitly confront what he considers to the primary challenge to maintaining a substantive Christian anthropology today: namely, gay marriage and other assorted LGBTQ issues. Rauch himself frequently underscores how difficult these concerns–or indeed, his own marriage to his gay partner–are for certain Christian believers, which is again what brings him back to the LDS church, and how he believes its chastening failure in the fight against same-sex marriage made it re-dedicate itself to its supposed inner liberalism: “After its Proposition 8 debacle in 2008, the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints has foregrounded those elements of its faith which harmonize with America’s constitutional order” (p.120). Rauch believes, in short, that even Mormonism’s illiberal elements (which he does not theologically explore) point in the direction of a Christianity at peace with pluralism and negotiation. The LDS church changed regarding plural marriage and the priesthood ban on Blacks, after all, and yet it remains a substantive, in no sense “thin” church. So why shouldn’t the rest of Christianity follow its example, and make its way through a culture supportive of gay rights respectfully too? And it is this prospect which most horrifies conservative critics of Rauch’s vision of Mormonism–in Hancock’s words, the fear that “LDS church members have been insufficiently appreciative of the positive cultural and evangelical effects of the church’s alliance with Roman Catholics and others” in opposing gay marriage; the fear that the institutional church, in its drive to “participate in the fashioning of legislative compromises” over LGBTQ issues, will not fully attend to the “trade-offs of these compromises and their long-term effects”; and the fear that Mormons will take a little too seriously the idea of “peacemaking,” which comes “perilously close to endorsing not only the fundamental dignity of all God’s children, but even the ideological self-understanding of those with whom we find that we must compromise.” These are the sorts of terrors that will keep those who find the substance of their Christian faith mostly fully defined by few passages from Paul’s Letter to the Romans and a few pages from Spencer W. Kimball’s The Miracle of Forgiveness awake at night, that’s for certain.

Surprisingly to me, I find myself thinking that President Oaks’s words provide a better guide to the complexities of maintaining a binding Christian faith in the midst of a world of individual choice, as well as a better guide to the doctrinal imperatives behind such supposedly banal principles as showing respect to and non-violent acceptance of those whom one disagrees with, than do either Rauch or his critics. Rauch celebrates Oaks’s comments from the University of Virginia in 2021, “Going Forward with Religious Freedom and Non-Discrimination,” but that speech leaves aside explicit consideration of LGBTQ issues, mentioning them only in passing, preferring to avoid any explicit reference to doctrines or ideas, and instead endorsing the view of a colleague that practical, informal, non-rule-based trade-offs often work well in addressing questions about compromise where “abstract principles sometimes cannot.” Hancock describes Oaks’s General Conference sermon “Balancing Truth and Tolerance” as a “classic address,” highlighting its martial language “We are cast as combatants in the war between truth and error. There is no middle ground.” However, he seems to fail to fully appreciate the sermon’s very next sentence: “We must stand up for truth, even while we practice tolerance and respect for beliefs and ideas different from our own and for the people who hold them” (italics added). The post-liberal rejection of Rauch’s version of Mormonism appears to insist upon a supposed distinction between respect and tolerance, between people and the beliefs they hold--Hancock in fact goes so far as to state that it simply isn’t possible for religious believers to function honestly in an environment of democratic compromise while holding to a doctrinal understanding that their opponents are “profoundly and disastrously wrong.” Yet that admittedly hard, deeply Christian thing is pretty much exactly what Oaks is calling the Mormon faithful to do. 

Rauch is too much of a secular liberal, too committed to open inquiry, to automatically assume that any one view is “profoundly and disastrously wrong.” In contrast to the paranoia of the post-liberals, Rauch’s view of Christianity–even that Christianity which he believes has been horribly twisted into an advocacy for authoritarianism–is neither dismissive nor domineering; on the contrary, he holds up the minority position, what he calls the “exilic mindset,” as something profoundly honorable (p. 135). Like Oaks, Rauch understands the virtue of those see the world in accordance with a different truth than he. (In his General Conference address, Oaks insisted that, even when believing Mormons enjoy a majority position in a community, “they should always be sensitive to the views of the minority,” something that those members of the LDS church who have become convinced that they, and their conservative Christian allies, stand alone, defending Western Civilization, against the woke and LGBTQ hordes, perhaps ought to be reminded of.) So while Rauch’s articulation of that virtue is far from philosophically complete, he has nonetheless perceived something about kindness and respect, compromise and forgiveness, something that too many Christians in America have forgotten. If this gay atheist has found a way to use Mormonism–or at least one small, perhaps insufficiently developed part of it–to call those Christians (including some members of our own tribe) back to those principles, we owe him our thanks, and ought to listen to him as well.

Sunday, August 31, 2025

Could President Trump Take Over Policing in Wyandotte County? (A Brief Primer on Presidential Power at our Current Moment)

[An expanded version of my Insight Kansas column, which appeared in Kansas newspapers this weekend.]

Three weeks ago, President Trump declared that "the District of Columbia has lost control of public order and safety," and ordered armed troops into the streets of Washington DC to fight crime. His additional comments--that the nation’s capital is filled with "violent gangs and bloodthirsty criminals, roving mobs of wild youth, drugged-out maniacs, and homeless people"—were all basically>untrue; while there are plenty of disputesover how to measure DC’s violent crime rates and how to interpret the data we do have, it seems clear that Washington DC is actually experiencing lower crime rates than it has in decades. But my primary interest here is more local than that. 

At the time Trump spoke, the FBI listed the District of Columbia as the 29th most violent city in the U.S., with an average of 926 violent crimes per each 100,000 residents. That’s above the national average—but also well below Kansas City, KS, which the FBI ranked 21st, with an average of 1047 violent crimes per 100,000 people. (Kansas City, MO, is ranked higher still, all the way up at 9th place.)

So…could Trump invoke emergency authority to send troops into Kansas City, KS (and possibly KCMO, Overland Park, Olathe, etc.)? After all, KCK has seen two law enforcement officers killed just this past summer, and its police department has a sad legacy of corruption. Maybe the Unified Government of Wyandotte County has "lost control" as well?

My response to this speculation is: highly unlikely, but unfortunately not impossible.

President Trump likes declaring emergencies (ten so far in his first seven months in office; counting his first term in office, he’s issued 20 of the 90 presidentially declared emergencies since the process was codified over a century ago, more than one-fifth of the total). In his mind—and, sadly, in the minds of many of his supporters—these declarations allow him to take action without any supporting legislation from Congress. When he’s done this to federalize National Guard troops and use them for domestic enforcement purposes without any request from the state’s governor—as he did when ICE agents faced public opposition in Los Angeles—it likely violated the Posse Comitatus Act (and possibly the Declaration of Independence—which condemned King George III for imposing "Standing Armies without the Consent of our legislatures"—and the 10th Amendment—which stipulates that powers not specifically mentioned in the Constitution are "reserved to the States"—as well).

Much of this doesn’t apply to Washington DC; it’s a federal district, not a city within a state, and consequently the president has complete control over its National Guard, though many constitutional questions remain. (It's also far from clear that the troops Trump has sent to Washington DC actually have anything to do insofar as the safety concerns he ranted about are concerned.) Still, it appears to be at least putatively settled law that were President Trump to do what he did in DC in KCK or more broadly, beginning with federalizing the Kansas National Guard, he would be on very shaky ground legally, assuming Governor Kelly hadn’t contacted him for help. (Though of course, how the Supreme Court will rule on this issue of presidential power, given the support for Trump’s expansive claims which the conservative majority on the court has already shown in multiple cases, is not something anyone who cares about the traditional interpretation of the separation of powers should count on.)

In any case, it’s fairly obvious that political calculations are often trumping (pun most definitely intended) legal considerations as the president and his inner circle make decisions. In this specific case, the cities that Trump has mentioned sending;specialized military units into are all Democratic-leaning ones in mostly Democratic states: Chicago, IL, New York, NY, Baltimore, MD, etc. Kansas, of course, is not a mostly Democratic state. But Wyandotte County is—having elected Sharice Davids, Kansas’s lone Democratic Congressperson, four times in a row—and Kansas City, MO, is even more so. And Trump has been pretty explicit about seeking to change the prevailing politics in the Kanas City area.

So could Trump’s desire to turn up the heat on urban areas that have protested, pushed back, and voted against his policies (as Kansas City definitely has), and thereby put pressure on their internal political dynamics and boundaries, extend to the KC metro region? Kelly, who has walked a moderate line throughout her time as governor, would surely rather avoid a fight with the president (unlike California Governor Gavin Newsom). But I’m also sure that, absent a truly unprecedented emergency, she’d deny him access to Kansas’s National Guard. How would the Republican supermajority in Topeka—led by representatives strongly supportive of President Trump’s policies—respond to that?

Let’s hope we never find out.