Civility disobedience

My grandfather was born in 1921. In the year 2000, my younger brother asked him the greatest change he’d witnessed in the last century.

He said: People speak to each other with less and less respect.

He could just be one generation grumbling about the young’uns. Or he’s right.

As I travel the internet, observe friends arguing politics with poor manners (accompanied at times with poor logic), as I read the comments (which I know I shouldn’t do), I’m starting to think of civility as a subversive act. Civility as dissent. Civility as protest against the broken way things are.

If I don’t agree with you, if I hate your idea, if I think you’re misguided, I will still strive to be astonishingly civil to you. Take that.