A bunch of people over at Reddit have made a living tribute to Christopher Hitchens, raising a glass to him for how he has inspired them:
I love this.
I mean, I don’t love that Hitchens is seriously ill. I love that people are taking the time to talk about how inspiring he has been to them while he’s still here. To not wait until he’s gone (hopefully a long, long way off in the future) to talk about the good that’s come from his life. To make sure that he damn well knows it.
As for me? Like so many others, I’ve always been challenged by Hitchens. When I agree with him, I’m moved and inspired by his bravery and eloquence. When I disagree with him, I’m discomfited by his intellect, forced to reconsider my own views and the justifications I have for them. I have never, ever heard him speak and been bored. I’ve never heard him speak and been unmoved by his passion, fierce intellect and ever-present humour. I’ve never heard him speak and not looked at the thing he spoke about differently afterwards.
In Hitchens, we have been obscenely fortunate to have one of the great intellectuals of our time be someone who has devoted himself to questioning what is right, what is just, and what is true. For his intelligence, for his bravery, for his forthrightness, for making us all sometimes a little uncomfortable in our own assumptions- I say thank you.
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We are talking about the same Hitchens that has repeatedly been a misogynyst, uses ‘dyke’ as an insult and was in favour of the Iraq war, right? Who is all up on his evo psych about why women aren’t funny and such delicious morsels of wisdom?
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/rachel-sklar/boring-warmongering-blowh_b_35777.html
I kinda feel like when Mary Daly died and half the people were eulogizing her and telling the other half we shouldn’t sully her memory by saying she wanted trans women gone from the face of the Earth and was racist to boot.
Similarly, I’m not too interested in someone who fosters colonialist warmongering, and who considers both my gender and my sexual identity to be deficient, lesser, or apt for use as an insult. And no amount of ‘inspiring’ books will change that.
Yes, the same one, although I fear you – and the HuffPo columnist you cite – just didn’t get the joke. Far be it from me to suggest why.