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America the Beautiful?

On Thursday morning, I awoke to the anniversary of the day I was born. It was not one of the much-discussed “zero birthdays,” but one nonetheless that gives one pause to reflect on one’s mortality and where approximately one is in the overall game. As I thought about that sobering number (I still can’t say it), I realized I’m in the fourth quarter. I’m heartened by the fact that some of the most outstanding touchdowns have been made in the final quarter, often with minutes or seconds left on the clock; so sitting out this quarter on the bench (or rocking chair) is not an option, and I’m excited about what treasures remain to be discovered.

On Saturday morning, I stood at attention in the bleachers–where I was about to watch my two grandsons’ baseball team win a decisive 13-5 victory–listening to a recorded voice belt out the words to our national anthem. The national anthem has always brought a lump to my throat. With all of our country’s problems and moral failings, I’ve been grateful for the privilege of being born here and enjoying the benefits of citizenship in a country which so many have risked their lives trying to reach and be granted the citizenship which I and my fellow Americans may often have taken for granted.

On that particular Saturday morning, however, the lump in my throat and the tears that stung my eyes were inspired not by my pride in the USA–though I am still proud of my country–but by the awful reality of things that are happening which I could never have dreamed possible in my earlier life. I have lived under 13 presidents, not including the impostor who currently lives in the White House. I have lived through four wars, the Cold War, the Jim Crow era, the battles for social change in the 1960s, the assassination of a president and the murders of a presidential candidate and a beloved civil rights leader, the riots of 1968, the Watergate scandal, the impeachment of a president and near-impeachment of another, more recently the mass murders of hundreds of innocent people by crazed gunmen, and plenty more. I’ve witnessed the signs marking whites-only territories, separating them from the spaces relegated to people of color, and I’ve seen those signs enforced. I know that I live in a country stolen from its native inhabitants.

I’m under no illusions, nor have I ever been under any illusion, that the country of which I’m proud to be a citizen is a model of moral rectitude. What has given me hope, however, is the values to which such a plurality of my fellow citizens ascribed that they became known as our defining American values. However dark the day, I believed that there were more good people than bad, that my government would eventually correct its course and move in the direction of greater justice and equality for all, that a champion or hero would always appear on the scene who could grab the confidence of enough people to start a movement which would make things better. Our president has for years been granted the title “leader of the free world,” because so many other countries look to the USA for leadership and support.

The first presidential election I can remember is the contest between Dwight Eisenhower and Adlai Stevenson. I recall chanting on the school playground, “We like Ike! He’s our man! We threw Stevenson in the garbage can!” From that time on, I’ve liked some presidents and disliked others, agreed with some and disagreed with others, wished some could have remained in office longer, and counted the days until others would finally leave. I watched through tears, holding my 8-month-old firstborn baby on my lap, as Richard Nixon made his resignation speech. No president had ever resigned during his elected term, and I wondered what kind of country we were leaving our children when such a thing could happen.

With such deep scars on our history, what is it that makes today different from any other time? Why do I suddenly feel I won’t live long enough to see my country restored to its previous level of respect and leadership in the world? What is so much worse now than the way things have always been?

Those questions can be only partially answered at this time; historians will wrestle for years to come to put the events of this so-far young century into perspective and to trace the long-term effects of today’s morass of corruption and scandal. For starters, though, the presidents I can remember–the best of them and the worst of them–have been men of knowledge and principle. They have been bred to conduct themselves with a level of decorum that befits the leader of a great country and of the free world. With notable exceptions, they have acted in what they at least believed was the best interest of our country. More importantly, when leaders have failed, citizens have taken it upon themselves to speak out and take action against injustice and corruption–sometimes in mass demonstrations. Things have always seemed to get better; the good guys usually win. Until now.

The tears that welled up in my eyes during last Saturday’s playing of the national anthem were caused by the bitter reality that none of those things are currently true. We have an impostor living in the people’s house who is okay with ripping apart families, putting babies in cages, and then sexually assaulting those babies. He’s okay with the fact that the thousands of children are living in these obscene conditions may never be reunited with their families because no one thought it important to keep track of which child goes with which family and where all of the families are. He refuses to speak out against white supremacists who commit acts of horror, calling them instead “very fine people.” He threatens and encourages violence against his political opponents, most recently speaking these chilling words to a Breitbart News interviewer: “I have the support of the police, the support of the military, the support of Bikers for Trump — I have tough people, but they don’t play it tough until they go to a certain point and then it would be very, very bad.” Bikers for Trump? Really?

Never before have we had a thug or a mob boss in the White House who is profiting off the presidency. Never before have we had a president who lies every day and whose lies are obvious and easily disprovable. Never before have we had a president who daily attacks private citizens, members of his government, and other national leaders. Never before have we had a president who prefers receiving his information from Fox News instead of classified intelligence briefings. Never before have we had a president too illiterate and intellectually incurious to read daily briefings. Never before have we had a president under FBI investigation since the first day of his presidency. Never before have we had a president who it is credibly reported got elected with help from a foreign adversary.

President Obama is known as the first social media president, since those platforms were just coming into common use during his terms in office; but not until Donald Trump have we had a president who uses Twitter as a weapon to attack his opponents, send dog whistles to his “base,” and incite insurrection. Not until Donald Trump have we had a president with the temperament and vocabulary of a toddler, who expresses his disdain for opponents by calling them childish names. And not until Donald Trump have we had a president who surrounds himself with the most vulgar and criminal element of society. Never before Donald Trump have we had a president cited by a mass murderer as his hero and inspiration.

Yet as sobering and appalling as all of this is, these are not our country’s worst problems. Even worse than having a thoroughly corrupt “president” is the fact that this morally degraded con man has an enthusiastic following that just can’t wait to vote for him again! Trump’s approval ratings have pretty consistently remained somewhere in the 40-something-percent range. While those of us who stay awake at night wondering when and how this long national nightmare may end take comfort in the fact that he has less than a majority, it’s not much less. And given the number of people who don’t give a crap and the number who support third-party candidates and the nonsense of the electoral college, 40-something is enough to win an election. It already did. Those of us who might like to console ourselves with the thought that even if Mueller doesn’t come through, Congress doesn’t impeach, and the Southern District of New York’s actions don’t come to fruition before 2020, our fellow citizens are intelligent enough and morally upright enough to soundly vote him out of office are fooling ourselves.

We’re also fooling ourselves when we lamely recite such mantras as “This is not who we are” and “We’re better than this.” The ugly truth is that when forty percent or more of a country’s citizens look at a corrupt government and applaud it and enthusiastically await their opportunity to extend that government another four years, this IS who we are. We’re not better than this; we really are this bad.

Every day I ask myself the question, “How on earth can that many people see the same things I’m seeing and think they’re okay or good or a dream come true?” How on earth can the people who live in the same country I live in praise the same things I abhor? How can they be okay with a president who attacks dead national heroes and praises dictators and white supremacists? How can they excuse the ignoring of presidential duties such as speaking on behalf of our country to express sincere condolence when another country is reeling from the murder of 49 citizens?

The short answer to all of those questions is that Trump’s supporters share his degraded values; morally, he is one of them. The racism that’s written into our national DNA, that so many gave their last ounce of energy and devotion to overcome, never really went away; it just went underground. This 40-something percent of our fellow citizens seethed the whole time at the restraint of “political correctness” which prevented them from uttering racial epithets and denying citizens of color the rights they deserve. Then along came a candidate who spoke their frustration out loud: Damn political correctness! Every vile, vulgar word that comes out of their leader’s mouth perfectly articulates their own prejudices and frustrations and their fear of losing the only power most of them have: the superior position given them by the accidents of birth, white skin and male gender. They’re terrified of losing their majority, and this leader promises to help them retain it. What’s not to love?

We’ll never have a better president until we become better people. Donald Trump is the people’s choice (and Vladimir Putin’s); and for all of his ignorance, rage, tweet storms, threats, attacks, childish tantrums, and moral corruption, close to half of the people in this country support him. They support him because they are him. There’s no other reason. We’re not better than this; we are this. The tragedy of America is not Donald Trump, it’s the fact that people love Donald Trump, approve of his vileness, and want to extend the nightmare an extra four years. Now what do we do about that?

Trump is who he is; that won’t change. He doesn’t want to change, and nothing any of us can do will change him. The only thing we can change is ourselves. How do we correct the failure of our schools that have neglected to teach students critical thinking skills and left them vulnerable to the rantings of a madman? How do we address the corruption in our churches that have so perverted their theology as to make a Donald Trump not only acceptable but a gift straight from God: a tool of the Almighty to wield justice and usher in the long-sought theocracy? How do we finally once-and-for-all get to the roots of our racism and all of the other isms and cleanse ourselves from these darkest parts of our human nature?

Healing must begin by heeding the appeal of President Lincoln:

“We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory will swell when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature.”

John Winthrop, one of the leaders in the founding of the Massachusetts Bay Colony and its governor for 12 of the first 20 years of its existence, said in 1630:

“For we must consider that we shall be as a City upon a Hill, the eyes of all people are upon us; so that if we shall deal falsely with our god in this work we have undertaken and so cause him to withdraw his present help from us, we shall be made a story and a byword through the world . . .”

Now almost 400 years later, the eyes of the whole world are still upon us; and what they’re seeing is pretty embarrassing some days. Winthrop’s lofty metaphor of a city upon a hill comes with a stern and sobering warning: “We could become a story and a byword through the world.” In other words, don’t take this privilege and position for granted; if you do, you can squander the opportunity to demonstrate that the government our founders envision is capable of succeeding. Those founders saw our nation as a great experiment which was supposed to determine whether humans could live as equals and be trusted to govern themselves, to prove that we didn’t need a monarch. Governor Winthrop warned, however, that if we failed to live out the best  parts of our human nature, our name could become synonymous with the failure of a great human experiment and proof that evil will triumph over good in the end.

Evil hasn’t triumphed yet, but it’s gained way too strong a foothold for my comfort. Forget Donald Trump! He won’t be around forever (it will only seem that way), but our children and grandchildren will live in the world we’re creating right now. I don’t expect to see the full undoing of this corrupt period in my lifetime, but I want my grandchildren and your grandchildren to live in a country governed by men and women in touch with their better angels. What can you and I do right now to help create that kind of world for our grandchildren and their grandchildren? The eyes of the whole world are watching us.

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What’s in a Name?

Shakespeare’s Juliet raises the question in the often-mislabeled “balcony scene” (there is actually no balcony, just a window). A little earlier, she is spotted by Romeo across a crowded room at her family’s big party to which he has obviously not been invited. He approaches her and makes a romantic speech replete with religious metaphors, they kiss twice, and both are in love. Only then do they learn that they are members of the two Verona families who have been enemies for as long as anyone can recall. Having returned to her room, Juliet laments to the moon, “O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore [that’s why, not where] are you Romeo?”

Unaware that Romeo has scaled the garden wall and is listening to her lament, she continues:

‘Tis but thy name that is my enemy.

Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.

What’s Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot,

Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part

Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!

What’s in a name? That which we call a rose

By any other word would smell as sweet.

So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called,

Retain that dear perfection which he owes

Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,

And for that name, which is no part of thee

Take all myself.

So in 21st-century parlance, the speech would go something like this:

Dammit, why do you have to be a Montague? ANY other family in the world would be fine, but YOU had to come from the one family that’s off limits! And why should that be a problem anyway? You are who you are, regardless of the name you’re called. If we called a rose a skunk, it wouldn’t change the sweetness of its fragrance. The essence of a person or an object is in itself, not in the word assigned to identify it. This romance isn’t going to end well because I’m a Capulet and you’re a Montague, but those are only words, not who we are.

Well, as usual, Shakespeare nailed it; yet 400 years later, we’re still put off by words. When my daughter was a child, she hated potatoes; she wouldn’t touch a baked potato, mashed potato, or au gratin potato. But she loved French fries, couldn’t get enough of them. I long debated whether I should let her in on the secret that French fries are potatoes cut into sticks and dunked in hot oil.

When reality is unpleasant, we resort to euphemism to ease the discomfort of talking about it. We often say someone has “passed away” because it’s less jarring than saying the person “died.” I had a hair stylist years ago who one day ended his own life. The person who informed me of his death said that he had “passed away.” I’m not criticizing her attempt to be sensitive, but somehow the language didn’t fit the reality. Dying peacefully in one’s own bed seems more consistent with “passing away”; hanging oneself in one’s place of business is a whole different feeling. In fact, death can be referred to euphemistically by many expressions: “bought the farm,” “bit the dust,” “kicked the bucket,” and a long list of others. The question is why we feel the need to use alternate words for the same reality.

Saying you were let go from a job is easier on the ego than admitting you were fired. Having a negative cash flow sounds so much less catastrophic than being broke. Calling someone frugal or economically prudent sounds more flattering than saying they’re cheap. Breaking wind sounds classier than farting. Over the hill is easier on the vanity than admitting to being old. Calling a jail a correctional facility puts a more positive spin on a negative reality. When parents decide to “have the talk” with their children, “the birds and the bees” induce less nervousness than “sex.” And our high school friends who had been intimate were more likely to confide that they had “gone all the way” than that they had “had sex.”

Language is powerful. Not only can it mask reality, it can sometimes shape reality. I heard a sermon this morning about attitudes 40-50 years ago toward countries like Viet Nam and Cuba. Many of us were taught that people from those countries were our enemies because they were communists. “Communism” is such a trigger word that the very mention of it creates animosity and enemies where they don’t otherwise exist. We now trade with both Viet Nam and Cuba, love our Vietnamese nail techs, and have opportunities to forge friendships and partnerships with people on the island of Cuba, just 90 miles from the southernmost American city.

Since taking office in January 2017, Donald Trump has had journalists searching their thesauruses for ways to describe the lies he tells every day. In these uncharted waters, journalists are struggling with a new reality and how best to label that reality in terms that both respect the office which all of us have been taught must be respected, yet also tell the truth about the current occupant of the office. It just doesn’t feel right to say “The president lied,” so we get the whole thesaurus list of alternatives: falsehoods, false statements, untruths, and many others. With the New York Times tally of provable lies now topping the 8000 mark, most journalists are opting for the raw truth: the president lies.

So call it a French fry and it’s yummy, call it a potato and “No, thanks!” Call it escargot and the connoisseurs will line up at your door, call it sautéed snails and ewww. An omelette du fromage sounds way more elegant than cheese and eggs. The same people who order mountain oysters might pass on a plate full of bull, pig, or sheep testicles; but surprise, surprise: they’re the same thing. Black pudding might sound divine when you’re picturing a rich, creamy dark chocolate confection, but you’d probably change your dessert order quickly when you learn it’s really made from pigs’ blood. Words matter!

The biggest lie most of us were told when we were children is “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me!” We’ve also told that lie. We said it to the bully who taunted us, but little did we know how those words would haunt us. A broken bone hurts, but it heals; flesh wounds are painful, but they grow together leaving barely a scar to show where they were. Unkind, hateful, or spiteful words can linger in our memories and cause pain years later. A hard punch might feel good by comparison to harsh, soul-crushing words. Words matter a lot!

As the 2020 primary race is heating up, the bugaboo word of the year is “socialism.” The very mention of it stirs fear and anger in the hearts of millions (mostly Republicans) and evokes visions of peace, prosperity, and equality in the minds of millions more. Some see bread lines while others see enough for all; some see free loaders living off the state while others see health care and peace of mind for every citizen; some see a welfare state while others dream of a place where no one has to worry about how they’re going to pay for basic necessities and human rights.

The problem is not so much with the facts and concepts as with the word. It doesn’t help either that many people these days have no capacity for analysis, critical thinking, or seeing a subject from more than one angle. The world runs on talking points, not logic. We talk but we don’t listen, or when we do listen, it’s really just a polite pause before launching our next talking point. Conversation has virtually ceased to exist, if by conversation we mean listening to what another person says, absorbing it, understanding it, giving it a moment of serious reflection, and then uttering a thoughtful response. Hence, calling one’s philosophy “democratic socialism” makes about as much impact on those for whom “socialism” is evil as announcing that you’re serving “Moroccan Fried Beef Liver and Onions” to a table full of confirmed liver haters. Dress it up, give it a fancy name, and it’s still liver–or socialism.

Many fear socialism because they equate it with communism. Socialism, simply defined, is “a political and economic theory of social organization which advocates that the means of production, distribution, and exchange should be owned or regulated by the community as a whole.” Ideally, of course, such a system would insure an equal slice of the pie for every individual citizen, but we all know that things don’t always play out according to the ideal. Communism, simply defined, is “a political theory derived from Karl Marx, advocating class war and leading to a society in which all property is publicly owned and each person works and is paid according to their abilities and needs.”

A website called Investopedia offers the following comparison among the systems of communism, socialism, and capitalism:

Communism and socialism are economic and political structures that promote equality and seek to eliminate social classes. The two are interchangeable in some ways, but different in others. In a communist society, the working class owns everything, and everyone works toward the same communal goal. There are no wealthy or poor people — all are equal, and the community distributes what it produces based only on need. Nothing is obtained by working more than what is required. Communism frequently results in low production, mass poverty and limited advancement. Poverty spread so widely in the Soviet Union in the 1980s that its citizens revolted. Like communism, socialism’s main focus is on equality. But workers earn wages they can spend as they choose, while the government, not citizens, owns and operates the means for production. Workers receive what they need to produce and survive, but there’s no incentive to achieve more, leaving little motivation. Some countries have adopted aspects of socialism. The United Kingdom provides basic needs like healthcare to everyone regardless of their time or effort at work. In the U.S., welfare and the public education system are a form of socialism. Both are the opposite of capitalism, where limitations don’t exist and reward comes to those who go beyond the minimum. In capitalist societies, owners are allowed to keep the excess production they earn. And competition occurs naturally, which fosters advancement. Capitalism tends to create a sharp divide between the wealthiest citizens and the poorest, however, with the wealthiest owning the majority of the nation’s resources.

As you can see, both communism and socialism have their downsides, but capitalism doesn’t come off looking so good either. The United States today is seeing the end result of centuries of free enterprise. The divide between the richest and the poorest is the widest it has ever been, and the middle class has virtually disappeared. The Willy Lomans who have spent their entire lives chasing the American Dream find themselves in old age without the ability to retire or to pay their bills, not for lack of hard work but as the result of a system that has rewarded the wealthiest and penalized the poorest.

Yet those most affected by the inequity are the loudest critics of any changes that might better their quality of life, because they are often the most easily duped by rich, powerful leaders who want to preserve their wealth and power at the expense of those on whose backs their wealth was amassed. Those who want to keep the 99% poor and vulnerable are evil but not stupid; they know what buttons to push to keep the masses voting against their own best interests. Just label an idea socialist and you’re guaranteed a majority vote against it.

A February 24, 2019, article in the HuffPost bears the headline “Republicans Have Been Smearing Democrats as Socialists Since Way Before You Were Born.” The latest round of accusations from Trump and others that this or that progressive idea is socialist may seem new to many; but according to the article, it is “the oldest trick in the book.”

Contemporary political conservatism has been focused on blocking social change that challenges existing hierarchies of class, race and sex since its founding in response to the French Revolution. Socialism emerged as the biggest threat to class hierarchies in due time and conservatives have called everything they don’t like socialism ever since.”

”Every single political actor since the late 19th century advocating for some form progressive social change ― whether it be economic reform, challenging America’s racial caste system or advocating for women’s rights or LGBT rights ― has been tarred as a socialist or a communist bent on destroying the American Free Enterprise System.

Examples begin with William Jennings Bryan in 1896 and center on the president most famously accused of socialism: Franklin Delano Roosevelt, who by the way was elected to four terms and was the reason term limits were imposed on the presidency. So it would appear that not everyone was frightened by the accusations that the New Deal was a socialist agenda aimed at destroying America.

Never one to pass up an opportunity to further deceive and control his base, Donald Trump is tossing around the S-word a lot these days. Just this week, in his two-hour speech to CPAC (two hours of his rambling, whining, and childish, churlish attacks would send me to the psychiatric ward!), Trump made lavish use of the S-word to discredit congressional Democrats–certain ones in particular–and any proposal that threatens to upset the imbalance of power that keeps people like him in control. Among other things, he said:

“Socialism is not about the environment, it’s not about justice, it’s not about virtue. Socialism is about only one thing — it’s called power for the ruling class, that’s what it is. Look at what’s happening in Venezuela and so many other places.” (reported by CNN)

Power for the ruling class? Isn’t that what we have now and what he’s determined to protect?

So you want to kill an idea? Want to defeat a progressive candidate? Call them socialist, and millions of people will jump to your side. Yet how many citizens and voters know what they’re objecting to? A March 29, 2012, article in Daily Kos lists 75 organizations and programs that currently exist in America which, by definition, are socialist. The list includes our taxpayer-funded military; our public schools which guarantee equal access to education and are paid for by tax money; public libraries, also funded by tax payers; police, fire, and postal services; congressional health care, provided by your tax money for the people who spend their days and nights fighting to be sure you don’t have access to the same quality healthcare you buy for them; Social Security; Medicare and Medicaid; public parks; sewer systems, which I’ve never heard anyone complain about; public street lighting; and about 62 other things which most people would never think to label as socialist but in reality are just that.

So what is it about socialism that makes it so scary? Is it the individual benefits of it? Obviously not. It’s the word. A rose by any other name would smell as sweet, and socialism by any other name is still socialism and would still bring the benefits of equal access to necessities and human rights. What’s in a name? A lot of power but not much logic.

I’m not advocating for the United States to become a fully socialist country; I am advocating for my fellow citizens to start thinking and stop the knee-jerk reactions to words that scare them because they’ve been conditioned to fear rather than think. I’m advocating for my fellow citizens to reject either-or/black-white comparisons and consider reasonable shades of gray alternatives. Our democracy depends on it.