Things that are alive; things that are not
Things that are flammable; things that don't burn
Things that can be eaten; things that can't - not if you want to live a long time, anyway
Things that can be let go; things that must be carried
The things that you remember; things that slip away
at this little bone knot where the ribs all come together,
you take up your hammer,
and there you go.
It is important to understand how things come apart.
Easier to take apart than to put together -
never no mind create -
but still there's an art to it.
By now you should know.
Violence is a part of it,
even well refined -
that's why old women
butchers and cooks
it's why we treat them so
Such necessary evil
is wrought by the kind.
Of such stuff life is made
We could rise to be so mighty
Had we not of started quite so low.
That's how I feel right now, except I'm fresh thawed and moving. And maybe a little bit ferocious. There is an immensity of potential - so much could be done - and I have found my war. My life's work. Thomas Hobbes was wrong; we are not, absent a common power to keep us all in awe, inevitably doomed to a short, brutish fate. We are the better angels. Our capacity for evil pales beside our capacity for greatness. Despair, bitter envy, and ignorance are powerful forces, but they can be fought and they will not win.
I see everywhere that I am not alone in this fight. There are voices speaking out, saying "Not in my name". Allies in unexpected places; people in power as well as regular folks. History supports this; mankind has gotten itself into some hateful untenable corners before, and we've gotten out - barely, sometimes; slowly, far too often - and the pen is, in fact, far mightier than the sword.
Sunlight is the best medicine. To illuminate - to shine the light on what is happening - to brighten, so all might see and judge for themselves - to introduce context and backstory and perspective where they've gone missing - is what it will take to win hearts and minds and action. Afterward, of course, it will be said to have been inevitable, the forward motion of progress doing what it does. But sometimes progress needs a kick in the ass to get going, and that's what I'm fixing to do.
I'm having a hard time this morning. My brain doesn't want to wrap around the things it needs to. But I wanted to write something here; I feel an almost pathological need to take things down - later, we might want a record of what we were thinking in these times. "Some of us were aghast" Where has all the history gone? Not even obsessively detailed nerd history such as the collective here is fond of, but basic broad sweeping generalizations about how the world has lined up over time and how people are prone to act?
And there comes a point where you know they don't know, and that they don't care that they don't know. There is no amount of information that is going to sway their view; the world is permanently decided into "Us" and "Them". Without a shred of irony, they count themselves oppressed. The world is out to get them; they are being persecuted because they are not being obeyed.
I shouldn't have spent all that time reading Luther. It lets me see patterns I'd rather not see. And "The only thing needed for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing" is killing me. There is a battle for hearts and minds that must be won - there, at the point of radicalization, here, at the point where we're losing/we have lost the ability to see the other as humans because we are afraid something bad is going to happen and we are going to die. But something bad is going to happen and we are going to die, nobody is getting out of this alive - but who will we be before that point happens, that is the question, the only question, the question I don't know how to ask in the right way, the transformative way, the game changing way.
There is an urge to inventory. What resources are available; what tools can be put to use. You have a voice, sing out, sing out with all your might! I hear the hands clapping, the feet on the floor as the hymn echoes through the nicely liberal church hall. To be radical in an echo chamber achieves nothing. Stepping out is not a zero-cost option; silence isn't free either. Which way is safer? Is safety our ultimate goal here? A million questions, no answers, and the horror of complicity hanging overhead every moment. That's what I've counted up. Now I need to do other things. And then maybe I need to stop doing other things and find a way to give this voice in a way that makes a difference. I don't know what that looks like but it'll probably be more effective than growling at people about how they need to read Solhzhenitsyn.
The first law of thermodynamics tells us that matter (which is a storage medium for energy) can neither be created nor destroyed - only changed. The bombs falling from the sky right now are simply martyr seeds; killing leaders, soldiers, fathers, brothers, sons, lovers, husbands - all of whom will need avenging, meaning the cycle of killing may slow from time to time, but it will never truly stop.
Important to remember happy, prosperous people who have a reasonable hope for their future and a meaningful place in the culture they live in don't become suicide bombers; important to look at why young men are becoming radicalized and so willing to throw their lives away - because it is there, at those pivotal points, that this war will be won, if it can be won at all.
Globally, if we invested a fraction of what will be spent on war into peacemaking - which yes, does mean sacrifice on our parts to create better lives for others, by providing education, healthcare, and most important of all, avenues to careers & entrepreneurship for the legions who don't have these things - we would see the appeal of joining Daesh fail. In fact, people would be invested to fight against Daesh, because they'd want to protect the good lives they have.
But hey, it's a lot more fun to pretend that might makes right, and that killing enough people will make this problem evaporate, and that we can bomb our way into peace. It's never, ever worked before, in all of human history, but who knows? Maybe this is the time it will.
The fuel comes from Nigeria. So too did the polio.
I heard this story for the first time this morning, but apparently it's been common knowledge for a while. The things people have to do to survive, here there and everywhere. It is astonishing. It is humbling.
Can you say no to things you don't understand? Obviously, you can; people do it all the time. But let's set that aside, and take up instead the idea that before one actively refuses something - rather than passively ignoring its existence, in the hopes inattention will make it go away, the way one does with the IRS - one feels a duty to know what one's rejecting and why.
Perhaps the need for this duty arises out of the most common objection to a firm no - if only you understood, not all Xs are like that, yadda yadda yadda, if I bludgeon you with data points you will see that I'm right! Perhaps it is to avoid turning one's back on things one shouldn't. Either way, examining cultural structures is uncomfortable; you will invariably find good people in bad systems and bad people in good ones. Working out how that happens can make your head hurt. Good people grow very attached to bad systems; if you say no to the system, they feel, not entirely without justification, that you are saying no to them or at least some part of them that they find vital. As one might imagine, very little good stuff happens after this point.Silence grows ten times faster than understanding.
What happens next? The Refusenik class has its own orthodoxies; one who can not and does not adhere to these finds themselves even more isolated. Movements splinter into a kalediscope of opinions, each refinement shapes anew that initial refusal into some strange new form. If you dropped Martin Luther into Joel Osteen's church, do you think he'd recognize his handiwork? (Assuming Luther to be once again alive; I understand his vision isn't now quite what it used to be and it was never all that good.) Grasping the tail makes it hard to see the beast's teeth. We don't always know the star we've hitched our wagon to.
Understanding takes time. Thinking takes time. And time is the one thing we're not allowed. Every day brings new outrage, piled one atop the other in towering heaps. There's no time to even absorb what is being shown to us; there has to be a response immediately if not even sooner. The idea of looking at situations both on an individual basis and as part of a larger phenomenon seems to be beyond our collective powers. The sense of a common good seems to have been lost along the way. Perhaps it never was. Perhaps it was, and now it's been refused.
Onward, upward, forward, y'all. We're going to have to rebuild something after this train we're on finishes crashing and burning.
On Veteran's Day one of the things people do is talk about how absolutely shitty our government's treatment of veterans is. And it's true - the VA medical system alone is a nightmare, never no mind all the rest of the benefits soldiers should get. I wonder if that's the case in other countries; I know crappy treatment of soldiers is a constant theme throughout history.
I think it's important to talk about how the military experience is siloed off from the rest of American life. A Facebook friend was upset because his daughter's homework used examples of military vehicles in an exercise (bar graphing/comparison - which is faster, by how much?) and called it propoganda; on one hand I can see the discomfort, on the other hand, we've been at war for over a decade, it looks like we're ramping up for even more war, and all of the fighting is currently being done by only 4 tenths of one percent of our population. There's so much more to military life than dramatic movies and FPS games; maybe we need more everyday people looking at and talking about what's happening rather than less.
It is good to see the true diversity of America's military being discussed and acknowledged. That wasn't something that happened so much when I was little, yet there were definitely female soldiers, soldiers of color, soldiers of many faiths, queer soldiers and more back then too. There's a conversation to be had about the very pervasive fundamentalist Christian influence in the military today, particularly in the Air Force; while there's starting to be some serious push-back against this, I worry that the situatin may get worse before it gets better.
And now it's time to get to work. Onward, upward, forward, y'all - and if you've served, Thank You. We couldn't do what we do without you.