being surrounded by descendants of Scottish
and other exports each day...and living in a place where human beings continue
to be our #1 export...has led me to some thoughts...
Like any cultural group,
whether defined by geography, blood ties, or community of interest, it would
not be productive to categorize the components of any group of humans as being
any one thing...there is much to be said for individual responsibility and
development...
As far as my reading has
illuminated, people who came to the New World, including Scots, were a mix of
common criminals and intellectuals, military leaders, farmers and slaves;
women and men, priests of God and rogues, gay and straight, black and white,
good bad and indifferent...Church leaders and those building a New World away
from them...the rich and the poor...and out of this list and more, who can
tell whom is really which centuries ago..
the story of any great
creation is a similar path...history as we read it today is the result of the
victor's consolidation of views, for political and intellectual reasons...no
matter what the access-to-information-other-than-standard-views that we now
enjoy through the internet, sources are limited and great amounts of study
take many long years...understanding is elusive...
I think we should all
beware the pursuit of categorizing one human group as being
bigger-faster-stronger than another...it apparently leads to global wars...the
pursuit of individual Sinclair Stories is a good one...it is human beings who
accomplish - groups who share or control...
I work each day with people
from a dozen different established local cultures, the leaders and the
criminals, the sacred and the profane...I work with Maritimers around the
world and people from around the world who come to live here...
as for those who came here so long ago, some are survivors and builders as
individuals, some are not...
no matter what their other categorizations...
some Sinclairs were great leaders of humankind...
some are not...
sometimes I'm right,
sometimes I'm wrong,
sometimes what's right for today is wrong three years later...
rob