By Virginia L. Beach

Seems like nowadays “isms” are all the rage. I can hardly read a blog these days without coming across an ism of one kind or the other.

When we were all talking about the Gallaudet Protest last fall, some of us were applauding the students’ activism, while others were condemning their barbarianism.

There were and continue to be accusations of racism, favoritism, sexism… and I’m sure there are a bunch of other isms I’ve left out.

There are those who question Gallaudet’s isolationism, others who wonder about its elitism, and then we all gotta worry about its credentialism.

And of course, we discuss audism and deafism on a regular basis.

Now, lest everyone think that “isms” are limited merely to the Deaf Community, allow me to assure you that I’ve noticed them creeping up practically everywhere I go…

Mention our nation’s economy and I’m soon subjected to an interesting dialogue on the dangers of capitalism.

I’ve got plenty of friends out there ready argue about that shrub in the White House and his bureaucratism.

And with all those folks vying to become the next resident of 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, we’ll all soon be debating political liberalism vs. conservatism.

Gee whiz! All this talk is enough to give me an aneurism.

The other night, I was curled up on the couch, watching a movie, compliments of Netflix. I’m a sucker for them old black and white classics of yesteryear, and this one fell into that category – “You Can’t Take It With You,” a light-hearted Frank Capra comedy starring Lionel Barrymore, Jean Arthur, and a young Jimmy Stewart. Filmed in 1938, it won the Academy Award for Best Motion Picture. It deserved it…I was rolling in laughter through most of the film.

 

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But it was one particular scene that really got to me, and started this whole post in the first place. It’s a scene in which Grandpa Martin Vanderhof (played by Lionel Barrymore) is having a conversation with his daughter Penny (played by Spring Byington), while reading the paper and enjoying his evening pipe. Penny is busy at her typewriter, attempting to write a play about her heroine Cynthia, who has entered a monastery:

Grandpa: Penny, why don’t you write a play about ism-mania?

Penny: Ism-mania?

Grandpa: Yeah, sure. You know – communism, fascism, voodooism. Everybody’s got an “ism” these days.

Penny: I thought it was an itch or something.

Grandpa: Well, it’s just as catching. When things go a little bad nowadays, you go out and get yourself an “ism,” and you’re in business.

Penny: I’ve got it. It might help Cynthia to have an “ism” in the monastery.

Grandpa: Yes, it might that. Only give her “Americanism.” Let her known something about Americans. John Paul Jones, Patrick Henry, Samuel Adams, Washington, Jefferson, Monroe, Lincoln, Grant, Lee, Edison, Mark Twain… when things got tough with those boys, they didn’t run around looking for “isms.” Lincoln said “With malice toward none, with charity to all.” Nowadays they say “Think the way I do, or I’ll bomb the daylights out of you.”

Now, don’t get me wrong, folks – I’m not saying that all isms are bad, or that we shouldn’t be paying attention to them. I’m well aware that racism, favoritism, sexism, ageism, audism and all those umpteen other isms do exist…and that we need to address such issues and deal with them.

But at the same time, I can’t stop wondering if we haven’t gone a bit stir-crazy with our usage of isms. Seventy years later, we’re still running amok, looking for an ism to put us in business. They’re still just as catching as the common cold, and as itchy as that rash I keep scratching. Not to mention that they still seem to get used as our excuse to bomb the living daylights out of one another.

Hmmmm…maybe Grandpa Vanderhof was right.

I think I will go write that play.

Virginia L. Beach (the person, not the place!) is a Gallaudet graduate currently residing in the Midwest. When she’s not discussing feminism, studying druidism, or engaging in sesquipedalism, Virginia can be found curled up on the couch, watching one of those cinematic classics she enjoys so much.


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