My hardline stance and unrelenting bad-mouthing upon those who harmed Ryan brought out some interesting responses. Among these, although rare, are the one’s that say I shouldn’t be so judgemental of them or their actions… to include the buffoon who called Social Services. Really? I’m told I am no better than they are. Again, really? As one example, a reader made the following comment on my recent post Faceless Bastard: Ignoramus or Trouble Maker, “When we judge others like that, we are no better than the ones we call ignoramuses and trouble-makers“.
The simple fact is, I must judge people all the time. It’s important to Ryan’s care. I consider passing judgement as a critical part of the job description in caring for him. Even more, these judgements must be made quickly, sometimes with little information. I don’t have the time (or energy) to dick around. I judge everyone and everything in the context of character, skill, ability, knowledge, talent, and motive. I, my friend, am judgmental. I make no apologies. The simple truth is, I judge myself at least as hard.
Some quote the biblical “judge not, least ye be judged” (I believe this is from Matthew). To them I say, fine. I accepted those terms. Where do I sign? This simply alerts me that if I do judge, then I will be judged. I have no problem with this. None at all. It seems unwise in a situation where a person has a history of aggression, brings harm upon another, runs and tries to hide from it some two-plus years later not to be judged. Judgement by those who might come into contact with them could serve them well, indeed.
So, to those who tell me I shouldn’t judge… well… I’ll just be the judge of that.