Category Archives: Human Interests

The Fallen Leaves

A stem that barely shows in the spring
By summer becomes a fully formed leaf
That dances to the gusts of early fall
Until breaking free it escapes with the wind.

Then it cavorts like a brazen butterfly
Until tumbling onto the cold dry ground
Where it breaks apart to nourish the trees
That will grow new leaves for the coming of spring.

The old man totters on his cane
While pondering his life and tightening his scarf
He steps unsure, as he crushes underfoot
The last spring’s plenty into next spring’s hope.

Reminding himself that “winter’s approaching
And I’ll need to stay warm to see the spring,”
He has only his cane and scarf to bring
His final flight to a graceful ending.

The footprints he makes in fallen leaves
Will not remain but be swept away
Along with his past and spoken words
Except for what he wrote in truth.

There are roots that feed on truth – he knew –
His life had shown what might come forth
For whatever lies underfoot will sprout and renew
For all awaken to light and warmth.

10/17/2016, AJD

A Senior’s Reflection

Caught in the cycle of a slowly dying tide

This senior gazes into the moving patchwork of ripples

Noting their sudden demise against a hardened shore

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Except where marshes absorb these little depleted waves

For there they dissipate and settle into pools

To reflect a soft blue sky contrasted by dazzling white clouds

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My mind is caught in this tidal dying transformation

Tracing its ripples that come to rest in quiet pools

Falling into reflection and into eternity

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Where not I but only my thoughts can safely reside.

AJD 10/4/16

What the Presidential Debates May Reveal

As the years pass, I am increasingly aware of my ignorance. I seem fated each day to confront an ever growing mass of all that has escaped my knowledge. Much to my chagrin, many in politics appear to have avoided my fate. They protest that they know almost everything and that everybody agrees with them. For example, they are convinced that whatever they say is true whether supported by facts or not. They also facilely declare that “most Americans” agree with them regardless of whether the polls support their claim or not. Further they may even excoriate any who disagree with them as dupes or, worse, liars. Whatever they claim must be true for no other reason than the fact that they said so. Their minds are either so superior that they can create certainty at will . . . or perhaps so inferior that they are self-deceived. Befuddled by my personal ignorance in these matters, I turned to somebody more astute, a philosopher from the 5th century BC.

Socrates, in Plato’s dialogue “Phaedrus,” states the case. “Now to him who has a mind diseased anything is agreeable which is not opposed to him, but that which is equal or superior is hateful to him . . . “

In context, this quote refers to a selfish or narcissistic lover. But it really applies to anyone who values his/her opinion above all else and who finds intolerable those who disagree with him, most especially if they show better judgment. Since none of us can claim total immunity to our baser instincts, it tasks our humility to admit ever having had such a diseased mind. But it is more than likely that most of us, at some point in our lives, believed beyond a shadow of a doubt in the superiority of our opinions or beliefs. Many political arguments derive their inexorable correctness from this sense of superiority. The danger in this form of political correctness is that it dooms one to live without apology in a state of mental purgatory: imprisoned in ego’s tower, engaged only with sycophants or those in agreement, and insulated from the wisdom of others not so agreed. And if impugned or corrected in this state of mind, a person’s likely response would be reactive and perhaps filled with vitriol and even hate. Anybody so doomed cannot accept any reality other than the one dreamt by a self-serving and closed mind. To quote Socrates, “. . . not to be able to distinguish the dream from the reality cannot in truth be otherwise than disgraceful to him, even though he have (sic) the applause of the whole world.”

Of course, it is difficult to accept criticism; and being “talked down to” is humiliating. Any one of us would resent being addressed in this manner. In the political forum, opponents will necessarily contest each other’s arguments and accusations. So we should anticipate some friction in their political debates. But when they become exceedingly demeaning to each other, the voter must assess whether their arguments might come from a “mind diseased.” I think Socrates helps us make that assessment. Most would generally agree that disease incapacitates an organ or function of the human body. Socrates’ reference to a diseased mind, then, is a statement of incapacity. We might call this incapacity “shortsightedness” or “uninformed.” But Socrates is specifically addressing a prejudicial mindset that may indeed present these characteristics but is born of a much deeper character flaw: a self-willed arrogance and an uncontrollable urge to seek retribution against any who may be seen in opposition. This emotionally driven mindset is the very definition of hubris.

Now disagreements between candidates for office are not only common but beneficial to a democracy. But when candidates become so disagreeable that their discourse is actually hateful, something other than honest debate is occurring. Their campaign is more than a contest of ideas, but of will, specifically, the spiteful arrogance that claims power as its right. And that is the height of hubris. In a few days, Americans will tune into the Presidential Debates. We need to listen to the opposing views, dissect the supporting arguments, and assess the character of the candidates. I do not believe it will be that difficult to distinguish the differences in their ideas. But the emotional content of their respective performance may reveal something about their character that could easily be missed. Specifically, you may see an underlying motive born of hubris. In that instance, just remember Socrates’ warning of a mind diseased.

The Case for Optimism

Standing before a crosswalk at an intersection, what determines whether you proceed? Suppose there is a car signaling to make a right turn into your path. Another car is signaling to make a left turn from the opposite direction. Both drivers show their intent to cross your path. And, further, two cars are stopped, facing each other on the same road you intend to cross. Who has the right of way? And what do you do? Perhaps you have always felt privileged. You might assume you have the right of way even if one or more cars have entered the intersection. So you walk assuredly into the crosswalk forcing the drivers to brake. Or perhaps you trust your previous experience and training. You might proceed as you normally would at a crosswalk, perhaps maintaining eye contact with the drivers and assuring they grant you right of way. Or perhaps you could care less. You might just proceed oblivious to the drivers and their willingness to grant you the right of way. Your mind might be elsewhere, as if you were not alive in that moment. Whatever you choose to do, at a crosswalk or in life, you always act from a personal perspective. But who is responsible for the choice made and why?

A fatalist would say that you have no choice in the matter. Your course in life was preset before you were born. Further, you are not only programmed at birth by your genetic inheritance, but also by the circumstances of your life, by socially prescribed behavioral norms, by the necessity of natural laws, and perhaps even by divine providence. This predetermination explains why some people are born into rich families where they garner fame, wealth, and every possible pleasurable experience, while others seem doomed to live wretchedly in war torn conclaves, in ghettoes, or in segregated communities where all hope and opportunity are absent. The less fortunate do not deserve their fate; it just is what it is. The elite, in like manner, have what they have as a birthright, not as something earned. As a result, the privileged have no reason to pity the less fortunate, for “those people” are just not “one of us.” But, being so blessed can make a person feel superior and justified. Righteousness is the only morality left for those fortunate few who believe their success was predetermined. They may feel gratitude, but likely no compunction for the less fortunate. The unfortunates may become resigned to their plight, but likely with some measure of envy or resentment. If you are a fatalist, you face any crossroad in life either with supreme confidence or extreme dread. Whether you walk safely through a crosswalk or suffer injury, your course was set before you ever took a step forward. No one is responsible for whatever happens in that crosswalk—or in life.

Determinists, unlike fatalists, do believe in choice. If you are a determinist, your choices are caused by the conditions of your birth and your genetic inheritance, as well as your interactions with everything and everybody throughout your life. The decisions made and the habits formed in the course of your life are all factors that determined your future choices. In other words, there is a cause and effect explanation for every choice you have ever made. Whether you wait at the crosswalk or step confidently forward, your choice will be based upon your previous experience in like circumstances, your knowledge of the right of way provisions of the motor vehicle code, and your familiarity with drivers’ proclivities at intersections. Oddly, if you were consistent in your determinist beliefs, you would not be able to hold responsible a driver who ran you over in the crosswalk. Instead, you would be forced to recognize that the driver was merely adhering to a personal causal network different than your own. Morality in this instance is nobody’s responsibility for everybody does what is determined by the circumstances of their individual lives. No one is responsible for whatever happens in that crosswalk—or in life.

Besides fatalism and causal determinism, there is another related perspective that is less prevalent, but even more dark. For want of a better term, it might be called nihilism. A nihilist gives no credence to any explanation for what happens in the world. For the nihilist neither providence nor a causal chain offers a rationale for what happens. The actual course of events simulates gas molecules in a closed system colliding and crashing until they reach an end state of utter chaos. Or, as Shakespeare’s Macbeth proclaims, “life’s but a walking shadow . . . a poor player . . . upon a stage . . . a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.” In the nihilist’s view, it makes no difference if a person steps in front of a car or dons a suicide vest to prove that life itself has no meaning. Life is not lived, but endured. Its context is meaningless, unpredictable, and amoral. Simply, it is just random nonsense. Nobody is responsible for anything—ever.

Fatalists, determinists and nihilists all believe humans incapable of creating their own future. Our choices are predetermined, are caused by the circumstances of our birth and individual lives, or are meaningless in a world controlled by chance and condemned to entropy. These are the ultimate protagonists for pessimism. They explain the present and the future in terms of the past. They fail to recognize the human organism is by definition a counterpoint to entropy. Further, humans create systems and organizations that build new futures. They simply are unable to make a case for optimism because they lack an understanding of its key ingredient: free will. Now you might fairly argue that everybody has likely experienced pessimism at some point in their lives without being a determinist. And you would be right. But in those moments of despair, anxiety, or depression, we show the same disregard for free will. The case for optimism is the same as the case for hope: both depend upon the courage to both develop and act on our goals, our dreams, and our future wellbeing. We are always free to create a better life for ourselves, for our families, and for our communities. If we abandon hope, we lose purpose. In this way, we fall into a future determined for us, forego the precious ability to act freely and creatively, and absent our power of personal responsibility. We then are only responsible for our irresponsibility.

For those who see the world as so many gas molecules, chaotically colliding and bouncing off each other into new trajectories, their analysis of cause and effect seems to make a case for determinism. But they fail to account for purpose. Chaos theory does explain how things react to each other, but it only demonstrates how patterns persist in nature and the law of inertia works in a closed system. There is a broader perspective that explains why we consistently theorize the underlying laws in nature. Humans have a propensity to discover the “why”—to unearth the meaning that explains why things happen the way they do. Our theories evolve as we uncover new evidence that helps us explain the world around us. But the one constant in the development of scientific theory is the human imagination and our endless curiosity to find meaning and a way to explain the world and our place in it. In other words, there is a constancy of purpose. And purpose or goal setting is a function of free will. Neither science nor any human endeavor can advance without our curiosity, purposeful action, and the persistence of our free will.

Sometimes our very empiricism leads us down a path where we lose the significance of the unique wholeness of our mind body connection by mistaking the mind with the gelatinous organ of the brain. Our thinking then is just a reflection of neural patterns captured like the shutter flashes of a camera. Memory is the database we search for the patterns that may direct us through the mirage we see before us. Our sense of direction and purpose is no more than the stored images of the world we have already encountered. Our free will then is just our reaction to the firing of neurons in the brain; and the emotional content of our “decisions” are just the interaction of our gut to the brain’s neural messaging. Or perhaps the reverse is true: our gut spawns a reaction in our brain; and intestinal gas spurs our dreams. In this argument, empirical science can give cover for determinism or for those self-serving folks who prey on other’s weakness. The world of manipulation through advertising, branding, political slogans, and demagoguery is a byproduct of deterministic calculations based upon real science. But we are capable of being more than consumers, believers in “group think,” or the blind followers of bombastic leaders. These are the forces that want to take away our freedom to satisfy another’s self-importance or craven self-interest. Revolutions have been fought over personal freedom. But its importance far exceeds day-to-day choices like crossing a street.

Free will embraces free choice and more. Our choices can extend beyond predetermined options. We are capable of inventing our options or setting goals that will open the future to perhaps better options. We can solve problems before they are even present to us, that is, future problems not yet experienced but foreseen—like climate change. The ability to create something new in the world does not follow a strict causal chain, although there may still be preconditions. For example, Einstein may not have proposed his theory of special relativity without the work of previous physicists whose experiments uncovered the surprising result that the speed of light did not change. Rembrandt would not have painted the Mona Lisa without Lisa del Giocondo, his model. I would not have written a poem about my daughter, if I did not have a daughter. Theories, paintings and poems do not arise inevitably any more than from chance. They are human creations. They are not “options” presented for us to select according to presuppositions conditioned by our past. Instead they are products of imagination and free will. We have the ability to create options and freely choose amongst them. We can define our future. Many among us have chosen what may seem illogical, anti-establishment, socially unacceptable, personally embarrassing, scientifically unsupported, or, in other words, wholly undetermined. These choices are solely the products of free will. Ask yourself: if it were otherwise, how would our civilizations evolve.

Now suppose you are standing in front of a voting booth, instead of a crosswalk. Let’s make the candidates on the ballot hypothetical representations of a fatalist and a determinist. Do you vote for the candidate who makes you feel superior to the less able or to those of another race or religion? Or do you vote for the candidate who promises lots of stuff—tax breaks, good paying jobs, free tuition, and so on—in exchange for your vote? One candidate makes you feel righteous and vindicated in your abhorrence for those unlike yourself. The other seems to offer much in return for your vote. The choice is either joining the cult of the fatalist or yielding to the deterministic manipulation of the panderer. Fortunately, not all political candidates make promises without proposing policies to fulfill them. These candidates do not fall into one of these hypothetical categories. But those that can be so categorized justify cynicism within the electorate. And that cynicism can become even more intensified if it yields to apathy or the belief that election results merely reflect the chaos in our electorate. But neither the fatalist nor the determinist show much regard for our humanity because they are convinced that they can either command your support or subdue you into apathy. In their mind, you are weak and will bequeath your responsibility for the future to them. In a previous blog I argued for a self-determined future (reference, “We Become the Future We Seek”). If you do not agree, then to whom or to what do you assign responsibility for the future? And what case can then be made for optimism?

Nineteen days after the armistice was signed, on September 2, 71 years ago, the Japanese surrendered, officially marking the end of World War II. Since then, we have not seen the end of bloodshed and violence. But many countries have come together to prevent another debacle of the magnitude of that war in which somewhere between 50 and 80 million people died. Perhaps it is time to remember how the hopelessness of a world depression and the privations of the previous war’s aftermath gave birth to the Third Reich and how Jews were massacred, Korean and Chinese women were enslaved, and American Japanese were herded into internment camps. The leaders of the Axis powers were, respectively, imperialist, nationalist and fascist—all three advocating their version of nativism. They believed their authority was fated, their cause righteous, and their victims deserving of their plight by birth. The world these men created was almost unfathomably vicious and dark. Somehow men and women chose to defeat these nativists and their proclamation of supremacy over others and of their self-righteous brutalization of those they deemed unfit or less human. Since their time, the world has chosen a better path forward. This is not the time to stumble. Try to remember the joy of V Day and the hope that day instilled in our parents and grandparents. They have passed the baton of responsibility for our future to us. We need to carry it forward for our sake and for our posterity. It alone makes the case for optimism. For there really is no other alternative.

We Become the Future We Seek

Emmanuel Kant asked the question, “What is man?” Actually, this was the last of four questions that seemed to summarize the previous three, namely, “What can I know? What ought I to do? What may I hope?” These are all questions that go to the core of every human being. Today, I respectfully submit my response in terms of our current human condition.

First, we need to recognize what we share with other species before we analyze what makes our condition so different. Darwin already summarized what all species have in common, that is, the will to survive. Survival, he explained, was enhanced by evolution, the natural genetic selection of those more fit to survive in a dangerous world. Although early humanoids developed over a million years ago, most anthropologists believe the first modern human appeared about 40,000 years ago. His first survival task may have been to eliminate his predecessors, in this case the Neanderthals. Although there is some evidence of genetic assimilation with his predecessor, there is little doubt that the modern human competed more effectively for resources and was more capable of defending territory and tribe. Survival then was based upon genetic development. The human genome is part of who we are.

Secondly, we need to recognize how human survival differed from other species. As it turns out, tribal security was a major factor. Ancient civilizations lived on an earth centered world protected by tribal gods. Individuals within these civilized societies shared ethnic and social taboos that supported their assimilation and defined their roles. A person could live secure in a human centered cosmos and with a socially defined destiny. The most significant threat to this security was other civilizations, tribes, or cultures. Normally, animal species do not attempt to eliminate their own kind. But early human civilizations did regularly clash with each other. Besides natural disasters and predator species, humans felt threatened by other tribes and civilizations. These were the external threats that incurred the most fear, precipitated the buildup of weapons and arms, and insulated societies within the cocoon of their respective cultures. As a result, human history has become replete with intra-species violence: the clash of civilizations, barbaric invasions, border skirmishes, and even world wars. Internecine violence is also part of who we are.

The post-World War environment in which we now live still has many tribal conflicts, invasions, and border intrusions. But it also has international laws, treaties, trade agreements, and an expanding global communication network. Part of human evolution, then, includes a new approach to survival, one that includes communication and cooperation rather than conflict and war. But evolution is a slow process and develops initially at the individual level. Obviously, many of us still feel insecure and fear the enemy at our shores or the terrorists in our midst. Why do we harbor such insecurity and fear? Partly the answer rests in the unsettling nature of external threats such as terrorism, nuclear armed intercontinental missiles, and ongoing conflicts that could devolve into larger wars. Despite our progress, we still harbor the same fears of earlier civilizations. Our struggle to redefine ourselves is also part of who we are.

But now we have new internal threats that go to the heart of Kant’s question. In a sense, our very progress stands in the way of understanding who we are. For example, when we look at a painting, admire the workmanship of a hand carved chair, or listen to a music composition, we are immediately confronted with the personal power of the artist, the carpenter, or the composer. But most of us have little opportunity to realize our personal creative power. In fact, the world we now inhabit insulates us even from any sense of how the things we use and experience are generated. We drive cars we cannot repair, live in homes we cannot build, eat food we do not produce, communicate with people not even present, and work in environments where schedules and performance criteria are determined increasingly by computers. The economy we have created operates according to statistical laws we only superficially understand and struggle to control. Financial markets trade at the whim of programmed algorithms that no person controls and few even understand. And our politics displays much less rationality than Plato’s ideal, but rather a helter-skelter process that hurdles towards unforeseeable ends. What is apparent in contemporary politics is the will to power, but not its direction. Although politicians make it so, they have no control over its outcome. So as a worker, as an economic unit, and as a citizen, the modern human lives less securely than his predecessors. Tribal fear still persists from terrorists or the actions of rogue nations. In addition, we now live less secure with what we have created but do not control and without the comforting belief in a benign cosmos that exists just for us.

So “What is man,” the philosopher asks. Part of the answer is that we are an animal species with special rational powers. Our will to survive is part of our animal inheritance, as is our fear and pervading sense of insecurity. Our rational powers are the human inheritance that empowers us to create our future. On the evolutionary scale, humans have begun to climb their own ladder. It is not just the physical development of the frontal lobe or even the cultural developments of human history that explains us. We are defined by our goals.

If we cannot answer Kant’s question today, our failure is not the result of irrationality or religious belief. We are instead struggling to define our goals as a human race. To the extent we fear each other, we will feel insecure. To the extent we are subservient to our technology, we will feel less empowered. To the extent we remain unable to make our economy or our politics serve our basic needs and general welfare, we will feel oppressed and bewildered by systems run amuck. We cannot satisfy Kant’s query “What is man” because we have yet to finish our development as humans. The future of “man” is intrinsically tied to what Martin Luther King Jr. called the “audacity of hope.” Our essence, then, is partly aspirational. Perhaps the only appropriate response to Kant is “We shall see.”

Nature’s Inheritance

Recently I read an article about the healthful effects of certain wood essential oils, called phytoncides. It seems a simple walk in the woods can elicit an immune reaction that releases anti-cancer proteins. The Japanese call this exercise “forest bathing.” Recent studies have noted other benefits as well: “forest bathing” is believed to boost the immune system, lower blood pressure, reduce stress, improve mood, increase ability to focus—even in children with ADHD, accelerate recovery from surgery or illness, increase energy level, and improve sleep. For anyone who has camped or hiked in a forest, these studies are not surprising. Nevertheless, (bear with me) serious science has been devoted to phytoncides’ effect on cytolytic activity of NK-9wMI cells and the expression pf peroorin, tranzyme A, and granulysin. Now I am not one to discredit serious science, but I do wonder about this obsession to verify empirically what simple introspection already makes apparent. I doubt any research scientist would lessen your fear of cancer with the suggestion of a walk in the forest. But what this research does highlight—and affirm—is the body/mind connection, even though its focus is exclusively on the physical elements.

Over the last decade health professionals have similarly demonstrated and borne witness to the fact that meditation can improve focus, energy, peace of mind, and a general sense of well-being. Our common experience also tells us that nature often elicits this beneficial meditative state. Why else do we Americans frequent our many natural parks? They help ground us with our connection to all that we can sense and thereby with our own bodies. That connection to the tangible world is also one of the triggers for our sense of wonder and awe.

Now wonder is at the root of all philosophy, as many philosophers have told us. And awe is the inspiration for most of what we humans struggle to express in our art, music, literature, and many of our cultural forms and figures. It is, I believe, at the core of all spirituality. Nature can inspire wonder and awe. It can awaken in us a deep resonance with all that is. And, in this manner, that resonance can change the meaning of one’s life.

Some years ago I published a work of historical fiction centered on the Vietnam War and the turmoil of the 1960’s. As you might expect, the experiences I depicted are drawn from real life. There is one scene in that book where my main character finally begins to overcome his fears—of death, commitment, and love. This scene is pivotal for it establishes the basis for his future decisions and the courage he will need to act on them. The context is one of heightened tension as his headquarters detachment awaits an eminent attack. It is the eve of the Tet Offensive in which many thousands would perish.

During his lunch break, Regis climbed the water tower. He had taken off his fatigues and stripped down to his boots and shorts. When he got to the top, he did not recline as planned, for the asphalt top would have been too hot on his bare back. Instead, he sat on the edge and hugged his knees to his chest, absorbing the heat of the sun bearing down on his uncovered head and shoulders. The horizon stretched out in all directions from his perch, the highest point on the highest hill in the local landscape. The more distant hills came to life with a fresh vividness. Their sun baked treetops aligned in a rolling pattern that mirrored the rise and fall of the earth beneath them as they reached towards the sun. They did not shrink from the heat, as Regis must, after too much exposure. They embraced it. For a time, Regis tried to embrace that heat as well. He could feel the pores of his skin releasing life-giving water into the air. In the valleys at the base of the surrounding hills, Regis perceived a slight mist that added translucence to the unending green that marched up the foothills in ever deepening hues. They too were giving up their moisture in an ongoing weather cycle that connected with endless other life cycles, of which Regis was a very small part.

His head began to throb with the rhythmic pounding of blood through his temples. His body was succumbing to a countdown in its own cycle of life and death. His death, he knew, was inevitable. If not Charlie (the Viet Cong), then nature would claim its purpose with him. There was nothing for him to do except to accept it. With his brain blasted by the heat, eyes bloated with the kaleidoscope of endless shades of green against a piercing blue sky, and the sound of nature’s silent voice humming like a seashell in his ear, Regis was overcome with the sheer beauty that rampaged at the gates of his senses. An alternate reality, ever-present but previously ignored, had broken down the barriers of his consciousness. He slid to the side of the tower, clasped the ladder rungs and slowly—with a savoring deliberation—descended. He felt unfamiliarly at peace, both with himself and with everything (“A Culpable Innocence,” page 165-166).

The key words in this excerpt are “he felt.” The affinity my protagonist felt with nature opens a window of awareness into the human heart and into the mystery of our kind. In our post-industrial and contemporary technological age, we tend to favor the view that intelligence is the dominant factor in human civilization: science is dominant, logic prevails, and well written laws can define morality and social interactions. But we evolved organically out of the very stuff our senses touch every day of our lives; and our minds can do more than objectify what we perceive. Not only can we analyze, but we can also experience our presence in the world, that is, feel reality in the absence of any intervening thoughts. We are more than a pretentious self-evolving species that can define chemical changes in our cells and even begin to manipulate our genetic inheritance. In moments of deep introspection, we can identify with nature. The danger before us, I suspect, is the foolhardy assumption that we can divorce ourselves from nature, from the mother that bore us into existence, and from our own mind/body identity. Not only has nature formed the physical basis for our existence and the introspective awareness of our presence in the world, but it can ground us in its most fundamental lesson: we cannot survive a divorce from nature, neither as individuals nor as a species.

Perhaps the supreme challenge of our time is maintaining our affinity with the natural life forces that course through our bodies. A simple walk in the woods may not only bring peace of mind, but reorient our consciousness to nature’s ubiquity and the unbiased reality of pure existence. Like the main character in my book, feeling existence in the face of death might just be the premise for leading a meaningful life. At least that was what I learned on that water tower.

(Note: If this blog resonates with you, you might also be interested in “Bound in a Nutshell . . . King of Infinite Space,” “It’s a Small World After All,” and “The Doors of Perception.”)

My Anne

Her music is a bow drawn lightly across a string
rather than fingers skipping and pounding on keys.

She is exuberant like a flower opening to dawn
rather than an overripe grapefruit falling from a tree.

Her laughter sings a melodic strain
like a chime that answers a petulant breeze:
both responsive to the moment and soothing to the ear.

The music I hear in her words
is the heart that beats in her bosom:
the echo of love’s conjoining
that issued from my loins.

AJD: 7/07/2016

Ali

My father was a boxing fan. His hero was Rocky Marciano, the only undefeated heavyweight boxing champion of the world. I remember seating beside my father at a closed circuit theater broadcast of Marciano’s last title defense. The fight was so brutal I buried my head on my father’s shoulder. Later, my father took me to the home of another Italian boxer. He was a middleweight known within his community for his courage, but to the outside world as the boxer with a glass jaw. He invited me, a 12 year old kid, to hit him: “you can’t hurt me, you’ll see.” I took a swing and caught him flush on that jaw. As he staggered backward, I knew at once that he could not have been a very good fighter. But both of these boxers were revered within an émigré community exiled by circumstances from their native land and ridiculed for their ethnicity. Both were bold and confident they could make it in America.

My grandparents escaped violence and famine in Europe during and after World War I. They were refugees. When they came to this country, they faced recession and the task of raising another generation to endure a world war. As Italian Americans, their very ethnicity was a handicap. They were stereotyped as Mafiosi and as illiterates. My grandfather and namesake was a band leader who tried to win acceptance by Americanizing his name. But he was still identified by an ethnic slur. He died in his early twenties, working in a coal mine. My father and uncle, as pre-teens, gathered coal from abandoned mines in order to survive the harsh winters in upstate Pennsylvania. Their future did not seem promising; yet they persevered. Both raised children who went to college. Both were bold and confident they could make it in America and provide a better future for their children. Of course, not every Italian émigré succeeded, but hope is a strong motivating factor and is magnified by the courage of recognizable heroes, like Rocky Marciano.

Muhammed Ali was one of those recognizable heroes, though not just for African-Americans.

While the press caricatured him as brash and clownish, he manipulated them to draw attention to his fights. He introduced the mantra, it is not bragging when you can back it up. The government branded him a traitor for refusing the draft, but after a multi-year struggle in the courts he won his case as a conscientious objector. Even today, his stand as a peace loving Muslim is a rebuke to radical jihadists/terrorists. Ali not only had the courage to fight in the most brutal athletic arena, but to stand up to a government that prosecuted him for his religious beliefs and to a media-drawn image that belittled him as an illiterate black man. His braggadocio was deliberate, playful and entertaining (perhaps even prescient of contemporary hip-hop), but it was never intended to be offensive. That prerogative is more a contemporary phenomenon.

Ali became more than his exploits in the ring. His metal was fired in the cauldron of a life beset with challenges. He not only had to overcome persecution by his government and ridicule by the press, but he also took on Parkinson disease for the last 29 years of his life. He once said that if a fifty year old man claimed he was the same man he was at twenty, he would have wasted thirty years. His life demonstrated the value of courage and perseverance. He was actually grateful for the physical challenges he faced; for he said they gave meaning to his life—“they made it all worthwhile.” After leaving the ring, he became an international figure that inspired people to overcome failure and obstacles in their lives and to show compassion for others. But he was more than a retired pugilist or Parkinson patient advocating for peace and love. His message became the raised fist that calls for universal justice while celebrating individual achievement. There is a special irony his life exemplifies. Whereas the South is the only part of the country that has suffered the loss of a war and a way of life, Ali was a member of the only group in America that won freedom in that war along with a more promising future. Some parts of the South still look to the past with nostalgia, while the African-American community looks to the future with hope. Ali, like Malcom X, one of his mentors, and Martin Luther King projected himself into that future and brought us all along for the ride.

This blog, however, is not really intended to be a eulogy, for there are others who can more appropriately perform that task. Nor is my intent to explore the irony of a man once rejected and now revered by the very same public institutions. What brings me to write about Muhammed Ali, formerly known as Cassius Clay, is the role he played in a still unreconstructed pluralist society. He was a bridge persona who somehow persevered on a fickle world stage to bring people together without losing his dignity or integrity. Who can do so today? Who will?

“I am America. I am the part you won’t recognize. But get used to me—black, confident, cocky. My name, not yours; my religion, not yours; my goals, my own. Get used to me.” (Muhammed Ali, 1942-2016)

Letters from the Front

Recently I came across a trove of letters from a soldier drafted into the Vietnam War. Though he refrained from any graphic content in those letters, much was implied in the mental and emotional state of this soldier. Even while in BCT (Basic Combat Training) his anger boiled within him as he saw boys barely out of high school being brow-beaten into a warrior-like machismo. Unlike the current model of a volunteer professional army, Vietnam era draftees were just kids picked at random. Training was intense in order to transform average, non-violent civilians into a fighting force. They needed to follow orders and react as trained without thinking and under fire. They were inundated with propaganda about the threat of communism to Americans and our way of life. Many of them, he would come to learn, would not see more than their initial six months in Vietnam. If they survived that period, they would become seasoned veterans in a combat zone. Otherwise, they would have returned home in body bags. He, however, was fated to survive. In one of his letters, he described how he had experienced such good fortune. He had retreated into his mind, a condition he called “body alienation.” At one point, he could not even relate to his own image in a mirror. From a hospital bed, he writes,

“My corporeity is no longer something real to me. I am mind and spirit that subsists regardless what happens outside of me. Among events that affect my extended self are pains, sickness, strain, physical mutations. These events/experiences touch not me. When I view myself in a mirror through the window of my soul, I am genuinely surprised to discover figure, size, solidness where I expected to see nothing but air. The mass in the looking glass, however, is nothing I could identify with. Across its forehead, there seems to appear an emblem of the United States Government and the number (his military ID number).”

I suspect many have shared his feelings of alienation: the slave before emancipation, the democratic Muslim reformer in a Middle Eastern jail, perhaps even a teen age gang member in an American inner city. Despair may have many different causes, but we all suffer it the same. Later, after experiencing the worst phase of the Vietnam War—the Tet offensive and its aftermath, this soldier came to see the “enemy” in a new light. Some he was even fortunate enough to befriend. With a new perspective, he writes,

“I’m not with movements, idealism, religions . . . There has been an undercurrent of change building in me these past years. No longer can I visualize man as the re-former of reality in his own likeness or, rather, in his self-deceived projection of himself . . . The era for loving man, humanitarianism, must now yield to the era of loving individual men, (that is) this man—personalism.”

War can change people in many different ways. Apparently, this soldier came to realize the shift Martin Luther King demanded from a “thing-oriented society” to a “person-oriented society.” Amongst the “things” we pursue are not only material things, but the things we create in our minds, like the feeling of security, the need for power, and the various “-isms” that inspire or demand our commitment. But the people with whom we relate are the only realities that truly matter in our lives. You cannot harm somebody with whom you have connected, for that person has become a reflection of who you are. You cannot form a close-knit community without respect for individuals’ differences. You cannot maintain a cohesive society without common values that respect the basic rights of individuals.

It may well be that the most sacred part of our lives is the relationship we have with the deepest mystery we will ever encounter: the other person. That relationship must become the basis for society, culture, and human co-existence. On that basis we humans could end civil injustice, xenophobia, racism, war, and the deepest alienation of all: estrangement from the persons we really are. But that day will not come unless each of us learns to live in our relationships now.

It took a war for me to learn that truth.

Fishing in Dark Waters

A butterfly flutters through a maze of waving tall grass
Weaving its course unafraid of any threat,
While dancing to the music of nature’s breath.

Perched on man-built pilings that hold back the Bay
A seagull patiently studies the incoming tide
For the measly offerings polluted waters may abide.

An old man sits on a rock like the bird on the pilings
His young granddaughter holds tight the rod at his side
Her hair whisked cross her face like the wind on the tide.

“Papa, you’ve caught one – the line is taut”
“No,” he responds, “the fish is too small.
Our table can suffer for the sake of all.”

AJD, 5/22/2016