Joe Biden has been going through a lot of scrutiny lately over his touching of strangers. It’s the beginning of a campaign, and that is the natural time for such issues to come up. Some people are quite insistent that Biden has been inappropriate, while others are defending him.
As a teenager, I never hugged people in greeting. I felt that I had a wall around me. I was lonely and awkward socially. I didn’t know any way out of this conundrum, because my upbringing hadn’t given me any.
Then in college, I met people who hugged. When they saw you, they hugged you. When they said goodbye, they hugged you. It was how things were done in their world. Or maybe it was a moment in history when that changed, the 1970s, when men started wearing colors and gays started coming out of the closet. Or maybe it was the circles that I suddenly entered, the big city that I had moved to, the sophisticated people, the bohemians and artists, I don’t know. At any rate, I started being more touchy.
I have never been as touchy as Joe Biden. I have admired how loving he is, how confident, how giving, but I have never been able to pull it off. It’s a cultural thing, too, like Latin cultures that are more touchy (Italy, Spain, Greece), and look down on Anglo cultures that aren’t as touchy. There is a tradition that glorifies that kind of touching.
In fact, my mother tells me a story about that. She comes from Mexican culture and my father comes from a German/English tradition–i.e., a white guy married a Mexican girl. And when I was born, my mother hugged and held me all the time. My father objected.
“You’re going to smother him,” he said. “Why are you touching him all the time?”
“Because I love him.”
It was a point of conflict with him, and they never resolved it. Twenty years later, when I was in college, I came back from school being more touchy, and started hugging him hello and goodbye. My father was shocked, although he never said anything to me about it. But in private, my mother tells us, he did talk about it.
“When he hugs me,” my father asked my mother, “what am I supposed to do?”
“Hug him back!” my mother said.
There are subcultures that grow out of trauma, such as molestation victims, who freak out when you hug them. And then there are people who seem physiologically averse to touching for whatever brain-chemistry reason. And there are religious subcultures who avoid touching because it might be sexual (cf. Mike Pence, who doesn’t even like to be alone with any woman not his wife, or Muslim subcultures).
I am more aware of personal boundaries than most, probably because my parents taught me to be aware of that. When I was dating, I had problems with the moment when you kiss someone for the first time, for example, because it was an uninvited moment. You had to read the other person, and you could always read wrong.
What I’m saying is that this is not simple. And before you condemn Joe Biden, ask yourself where you think it comes from: a good place, or a bad place. That’s the key.