There’s a phenomenon I call “kindergarten teacher morality.”
Please hear heavy sarcasm on the word “morality.”
In real kindergarten or primary school, it looks like this:
Johnny and Billy are playing dodge boll. Johnny deliberately targets the ball at Billy harder than he throws it at anyone else. Johnny knows he can get away with this because Billy is not a popular kid. The others find him “weird” or “gross” or “gay” or whatever. Johnny means to hurt Billy, and he succeeds. Johnny then sniggers at Billy and calls him “faggot” under his breath.
Billy hauls off and punches Johnny.
Mrs. Jones comes along and breaks up the fight. Billy tries to explain that Johnny caused the fight, Johnny actively aggressed, and Johnny is now pretending that he didn’t do anything.
Mrs. Jones says, “I don’t care who started it. You’re both wrong, and you both have detention.”
This is not morality, it is an escalation of the abuse. It’s an exact inversion of morality and fairness.
Kindergarten teacher morality holds sway on social media. There’s a type of person who thinks of himself as a calm, cool, collected “outside observer.” He will enter a contentious thread that began with one party lying about the other, baiting the other party, and provoking a hostile defensive reaction.
Mr. Calm and Collected inserts himself, and says to the party who was targeted, “Your interlocutor over there wasn’t actually targeting you. I don’t see any evidence of ‘yelling’ or ‘lying.’ You’re being inaccurate. I think you are creating a problem, and you and he are both really in agreement.”
This, too, is not morality, or fairness, or good judgment. It displays no discernment. It enables abusive, bullying behavior. It’s also extraordinarily disrespectful.
As you may guess, this just happened to me on Twitter. No, it’s not the worst thing. No one actually punched me and took my lunch money.
But it did cause me to finally put Mr. Calm and Collected on mute. Mr. Calm and Collected really does believe that he is those things. He’s not a bad person, I don’t think, but he’s not exactly a person who enacts “good” online when he does this. In fact, he enables abusive social media behavior.
I’ve been around the mulberry bush with Mr. Calm and Collected before. I also know what he thinks of me in some ways. It’s the typical stuff. I’m too hot-headed. I overreact. I see enemies among people who are “just trying to have conversations with me.”
He’s wrong on this one, and he’s been wrong on several similar situations in the past. He doesn’t actually have discernment. This most recent case was so egregious—my original provocateur really did go way overboard in a way that would have gotten him bodily ejected from a party if he behaved this way in person—that I came to the conclusion that Mr. Calm and Collected is a persistent problem. He cannot ever be trusted to make good judgment.
What he can be trusted to do is side with aggressors by implying, or stating outright, that their targets are overreacting.
Put concisely: He’s on the side of bullies. Consistently. Because something about a guy like me who says “fuck you” immediately when a “fuck you” is deserved hits something deep in him. He loses the ability to make meaningful moral distinctions. Perhaps he has long experience with yellers, or very angry people, and it’s caused him to equate anger and self defense with “wrong and scary.”
Whatever the reason, Mr. Calm and Collected is untrustworthy. I don’t think he actually means badly, honest. I don’t think he “hates me” or anything that extreme. But I do believe, equally honestly, that he is the kind of person who would get a fellow soldier killed because of his poor judgment about when and where to intervene.
Have you run into “kindergarten teacher morality?” Have you met any Mr. Calm and Collecteds online? If so, feel free to tell your story in the comments, and thanks.
I have experienced the spiritually conscious version of Kindergarden teacher morality. The type who inserts herself into my thread, tells me I need to have balance, that both me and the originally antagonistic person are both right and want the same things, gives her interpretation that makes me the wrong one and then blesses me with love and light & Namaste. This person is a drain.
I actually have run into this many times, but I’ve also (rarely) run into the ideal.
When our oldest was barely 5 and we had just begun homeschooling, I took him twice a week to what’s called a “Mother’s Day Out” program. It was on Tuesday and Thursday and lasted from 8:00am to 12:00pm. The purpose was to give mothers time to go to the grocery store, a doctor appointment, or just get a breather.
Anyway, Connor told me almost each time about two other little boys (it was an all boy program) who separately picked on him and quite brutally. I never saw any physical bruises or anything, but they pushed him down, were mean, etc.
I talked to the “teacher,” of course who admitted she had witnessed it and was doing her best to stop it. I instructed Connor never ever to start anything, but that if one of those boys physically hit him or pushed him, he had our permission to hit right back and as hard as he could. He had NEVER hit back. We told him that even if he got in trouble at “school,” that he wouldn’t be in trouble at home.
So things moved along to the very last day of the program. I got a call about an hour before I was to pick him up. The sister (it was run by wonderful nuns) told me he had knocked Cameron’s two front teeth out.
I was mortified. Not only because that’s quite a punch from a boy who was a head shorter than anyone else, but also because I went to college with Cameron’s mother, Miranda. Miranda had been in the same athletic program as me and she didn’t care much for me back then. Not that she hated me, but it was more like thinly-veiled disdain. All of the emotions of those days came rushing upon me. I expected her to rail on me because Connor knocked Cam’s front teeth out. The pit of my stomach was in turmoil. As you might guess, I’m not good with some situations like that -- at least I was as a 6 month pregnant very young mother.
Anyway, to my delight and surprise, as I walked up to Miranda in the parking lot when she was escorting that little doll Cameron to her SUV, I had a mind to apologize. As soon as I opened my mouth, she put her hand up in a gesture to stop me. I stopped. And this is almost word-for-word of what she said, “Don’t worry about Cameron’s teeth, they were gonna fall out this summer anyway and he most likely deserved what he got. Sister Agnes has been telling me about his bullying of Connor and you can bet we’re putting a stop to it.
I was so relieved and so grateful. We became friends after that. Not close friends, but the kind of ladies who have lunch together every three or four months.
I think about Miranda quite often and Connor is now 28. She became a model to me when it comes to similar situations and even difficult situations, which are far different.