(Crouse and me - July, Brennan's, New Orleans)
When I was about 7-years
old I stole 50 cents from my mother and felt so guilty that I confessed.
Although there’s a part of me that wants to
believe the reason I confessed to stealing from my mom was because I have a
solid value of honesty, I think I remember it because it was a defining moment
in the development of my character.
I told the truth because my conscience was more
painful than the “switching” I knew I’d get from my mother.
I learned that dishonesty can be painful. I
would soon learn that honesty can be equally painful.
We teach children to lie right from the “get
go” don’t we? If they cry they get what
they want, so they learn to fake cry. If they do something bad, we scold or spank
them, so they learn to deny they did the bad thing, or point to a sibling to blame. They
learn early on that lying pays off.
We’ve
all been on the receiving end of painful honesty. I used to say that my husband
was the most honest person I’d ever known, but I taught him to lie by punishing
his honesty. Like the time I asked him if a dress looked OK on me and he said,
“No, you look like a beached whale.” He shortly thereafter learned the value of
lying (and I gave that dress to Goodwill).
If you
Google “Is honesty the best policy?” you’ll see this issue has been debated
forever. Some argue “honesty is the best policy” no matter what. Others say
honesty is a human impossibility, or at least insensitive or unrealistic. We
even have a nationally recognized holiday, April 30, “Honesty Day,” which was
created in the early 1900’s as part of a campaign “to urge politicians to stay
away from lies and tell the truth”!
“What harm do lies do? Society is hurt because:
- The
general level of truthfulness falls - other people may be encouraged to
lie
- Lying
may become a generally accepted practice in some quarters
- It
becomes harder for people to trust each other or the institutions of
society
- Social
cohesion is weakened
- Eventually
no-one is able to believe anyone else and society collapses”
Sound familiar?
And what about being
honest with yourself. Sounds like a good policy in general. Right? But there
are times when being honest with oneself is so punishing it is debilitating.
So, what am I trying to
say to my kids and grandkids? I’m saying honesty is complicated.
I’m not sure I have the
right to define honesty for anyone, because to me honesty is relative, which
feels sort of icky, but is honest. And although I couldn’t live with the
dishonesty of stealing money from my Mother, there are some dishonesties I can
live with, and some honesties with which I cannot live.