Convincing people is always the problem, isn’t it?
Drive on the roads of San Antonio, Phoenix, Los Angeles
or Chicago, and in just a few minutes you realize that
if the philosophy of “enlightened” self-interest
were not at work, at least to some degree,
there would be war.
And there is…on the Dan Ryan during rush hour
which is any hour. In view of Sears Tower two guys
with road rage wage war with bottles
and spit and sticks and stones and words
that further fuel the fight.
And there is, everyday in every way.
A church is in chaos because of a manipulative, narcissistic
minister. The under shepherd of Jesus is dividing and
conquering and the majority go along like
lemmings. No questions, please.
A housing association is about to deny renters access to the
beach for God only knows what reason but you could
probably not look far to find the “territorial
imperative,” and a rush to judgment
and a fast vote. No questions, please.
A condo association in Phoenix is considering all options
in getting rid of a yapping dog up to and perhaps
including shooting the dog and
maybe the owner, too.
No questions, please.
An evangelical, messianic, Jewish Christian didn’t know
how much “foreign aid” the US gives to Israel
but any amount would be fine and
thinks the US needs to stop aiding
Egypt, read Muslim. No questions,
And a young, dying vet who volunteered after 9/11
got blown mostly to bits in his first week in
Iraq and has been dying ever since and
sends a love letter to Bush and Cheney –
the most searing indictment to date.
And vets sign up or get drafted as it was
back in the day and get sent to war in
San Antonio, Phoenix, Los Angeles,
Chicago, Viet Nam, Iraq, Afghanistan,
in housing and condo associations,
gated communities, the mean
streets of New York and,
of course, church.
And all this at the same time in Einstein’s
time/space continuum: past, present,
future, together wherever we
go, whatever we do, we’re
going to go through it
together, as ever.
And in all the same times and all the same spaces
and places including the one time/space/place
that’s quiet and whispers to deaf ears,
“It’s always the most difficult
convincing myself that
I am the problem.”