Can an entire demographic — whether alike by age, race, creed, color or orientation — be bad? Can a whole bushel of believers in one thing or another— even believers in nothing — be rotten to the core? Can any group be characterized as “[t]here is none who does good, / No, not one”?
If so, then it’s a hop, skip and jump to ethnic “cleansing,” exterminating “vermin” and annihilating “threat[s] from within.” Other words for what happens when people are considered worthless are pogrom, holocaust and genocide. It has happened before; it could be happening now and again.
“God looks down from heaven upon the children of men,” the psalmist says, “[t]o see if there are any who understand, who seek God.” Does that one man, one woman, one innocent child count if they’re searching for an answer to life’s questions? Or not? Who do we think we are, anyway?
At our little cottage on the hill — Casita Loma, I like to call it — there’s more poison oak and ivy, devil’s walking stick and regular briar, honeysuckle and wisteria vines, mimosa and Judas trees than anywhere I know. But if an old Judas tree and a sash of poison oak can coexist, so can we.