Knowledge goes in cycles. Something is invented and soon everyone knows what it is. Then it goes out of fashion and we all seem to forget how it works. Then it becomes junk. A decade or two later someone re-discovers it. Painfully a group of enthusiasts re-learn the 'lost' knowledge, marveling at what they find. Then it (whatever the object is) becomes 'historic' and valuable and the knowledge of it becomes 'lore', highly prized. We do the same with people. We finally realize how much the grandparents or great grandparents had to share only after they're dead.
A while ago I was asked to help with the biography of a man who had served in the Royal Air Force during World War Two. For some reason we needed the serial number of the Spitfire he’d been flying when he was shot down and injured. So I fired up all the usual search engines and looked through the official lists. What I learned was sobering. It turned out that more than 20,000 Spitfires were made during the war, but the overwhelming cause of their destruction was accidents – not combat. Bear in mind that there were dozens of types of aircraft in service and this becomes very worrying. The next thing that emerged was that there was no accurate record of the destruction of his aircraft. Can you imagine losing a high speed, expensive, fighter plane and pilot, today, and there being no record of it? Well, it seems that this was pretty common at the time. The words ‘unsung hero’ come to mind, except there were thousand just like him. Let us be grateful for the sacrifice of men like this. And let us never forget how ghastly and expensive war is -- in every sense.
Of late I've been posting to Facebook more than on this site. I've got a few reasons for this - for one thing spam attacks here have meant that I've had to disable all comments, so I can't get into conversations with people here. FB allows that. Today I went to my FB page and -- it didn't work. Not at all. And I have to confess that I was immensely relieved. I wonder how many of us feel like that, beneath the surface?
Here’s a simple way. Go into your kitchen. Start tidying and putting things away. Now, as you do this imagine you have a baby asleep in the room and you must be very, very quiet. Notice how that changes the way you do the task. You’ll have to focus. You’ll need to put dishes down very quietly. You’ll have to see exactly where and how you place them, making the least amount of noise. You can’t throw a handful of knives and spoons into the drawer because of the unholy clatter that will result. You might have to do them one at a time. You may have to move more deliberately. It will change the way you feel about the objects and about how you handle them in your daily life. This is mindfulness. This is paying attention. As you do this you will be present to life -- if you allow yourself to be.
Imagine a beach. John Tourist goes swimming. After a few minutes he gets into difficulties and needs rescuing. The lifeguards go out and get him, and all is well. But wait: is that fair? Doesn’t it mean that John gets free use of a public service? And don’t your taxes pay for those lifeguards? And who knows if John is even from your town? Plus he’s too dumb to know how to swim properly, so should we be helping the less advantaged? No, this whole thing is not right. People like John just milk the system. Let’s save money, fire the lifeguards and let people like John drown. Except…. If John drowns his wife and three kids will suffer hugely. No income, no one to help raise the children, plenty of grief and stress. The family may not survive. The kids may become desperate, take to crime, end up in jail. Which will cost money. Tax money. Wait; who pays for that? Remind me. It’s easy to take things away. Call them ‘entitlements’ and cut them. Slash those safety nets. But be prepared to live with the long term consequences……
Walking with Zoe (aged 5) I notice that plenty of people stop to smile at her, ask her how old she is, and generally be friendly. People also tend to be kind in small but not unappreciated ways. A young chap saw me with Zoe and a big bag of groceries, and stepped forward to open a door for me. I find myself astonished at how gentle and caring total strangers can be. Reading the news, and all its ghastliness, one would never know how basically decent the world is. There’s a whole lot of love out there, just waiting for an opportunity to show itself.
Laura Ingraham of Fox news started a wildfire when she claimed that immigrants are “destroying the America we love”. Let’s take a look at this statement, and a look at Trump’s supporters. First of all, who is “we” in Ingraham’s statement? I’m an immigrant. I love America. I love its inclusiveness and ethnic diversity. I love that it’s constantly re-inventing itself. The America I love is not static and unchanging; it’s dynamic. Yet she seems to want to hark back to some sort of carved-in-stone version of America. Norman Rockwell’s view is but one nostalgia-suffused view of the great country. It is not a comprehensive view of all America. This leads us, inevitably, to an analysis of Trump and the hidden agenda of supposedly traditional values, which is, I have to admit, convincing at some levels. Let’s look at what is being conveyed, here, by the images. First: Trump presents as a family man who has successful children – something every parent wants for their children. The subtext is that he knows how to raise children who can succeed within the existing system. It’s true. He is, at the moment, the system, and he makes sure those children of his will succeed. And this desire for children to grow up and be successful is what powers so many parents to go into debt for private schools and colleges and extra curricular programs. It’s a powerful force in the US. Many parents buy into it. This has a shadow side. Parents are terrified that their children might grow up to be something they can’t be proud of, and so these fearful parents look at the poor, at the unsuccessful, at minorities, and say, “See, they don’t know how to raise kids. They’re the problem.” And a myth is born, all the more damaging because it’s not clearly articulated. The problem really, is fear. Parents are afraid their children’s lives will be blighted, somehow, by changes they cannot predict. So Trump supporters look at Liberals who raise their children in sometimes rather laisser-faire ways and they say, “Nope. That’s not right. Liberals are the problem.” It’s a viewpoint I have some sympathy with. I’ve worked with disturbed adolescents and seen some very inadequate parenting from those whom one might have expected to know better. Some “liberal” parents haven’t a clue how to raise their kids, and wind up sending entitled, out-of-control kids into a school system that’s already stretched. Some of those parents are branded as liberals when they are, in fact, nothing of the sort. At the same time, on the other end of the socio-economic scale poor families often have insufficient time or resources and their children are sometimes poorly socialized for school. But it does not follow that the parents are the problem, when poverty might be the major factor. Trump supporters are afraid their own children might be tainted by this perceived lack of discipline, and so fail to succeed. Similarly with abortion. The supporters of the restrictions on abortion and planned parenthood are, I’d suggest, not so much in favor of babies’ lives as afraid that if things are made ‘easy’ then their children will be out there having sex with everyone they feel like, getting pregnant – and they’ll be beyond any parental control. Fear again. A powerful fear. What parent of a teenager hasn’t had that fear? Who can blame them? America’s children are, at times, out of control. School shootings can attest in part to that. It all looks pretty grim. And that’s part of the reason that the Trump policy of separating immigrant families at the border has had so little push back from his own supporters, people who so often tout ‘family values’ and ‘Christian values’, people who, often, are extremely good at raising dutiful children. Those immigrant families are not people to them. Instead they present an imagined threat to the stability of their own families, and so should be punished. These poor people are, after all, said to be manipulating the situation, using their children, to get into our country. Once here their uncontrolled children will wreak mayhem in our schools, of course. Well, that’s the fear. Ordinary kids will have to learn Spanish to be in class with these immigrants - and such similar strange logic – and this is all part of the fear that somehow life will now be harder for the children of Trump supporters. If I’ve learned anything in my life it’s that the single most contentious issue for anyone to bring up is how kids ’should’ be raised. Any time you want to start an argument with anyone, just criticize the way they or their family treat their kids. Guaranteed conflict, right there. Trump has played into this hidden agenda of fear, fear for our children’s future. It’s the same fear that sends immigrants to our borders. They want a better chance for their children, too. They’re afraid, too. And they meet fear, our fear, which we project onto them. We see them as the problem. And so we have an evil myth that liberals and immigrants are ‘the problem’. It’s convenient. It’s not accurate. If you want to see what’s truly undermining our civil society then look no further than the internet, at the kids immersed in violent video games, confused and jangled by pornography. They’ll spend hours a day glued to their computers and imbibe those images, while they shrug off whatever is taught at school. And when their inner lives clash too badly with the strange outer realities there are always drugs to turn to.
The trouble with Facebook is... I find myself not watching videos because if they're over 2 minutes they're too long (or so I tell myself). I don't read long posts as often or as carefully as I should. I click 'like' on cat pictures even though I'm not that interested in cats, but, what the heck, they're cute. If we translate this to my website, this page right here, I should presumably follow my own example. I should not even be writing this. I should just post a picture of a cute animal. Thus part of my world, my psyche, is reduced to snapshots, scenes glimpsed from a car window. Now, this is not to ignore the power of FB. The march against Separating Families (ICE) was well represented. It was important, moving to see, and validating for us all. Yet a march is a serious thing, taking time, some commitment, some effort. Watching 30 seconds of it here takes nothing at all. So, where do you want to spend your life?
If you've been following my articles on inspiredworldmagazine.com you might like to check out inspiredparenting.com when it debuts on September 1st. Just so you know I haven't been totally inert this summer.......