Through the Looking Glass and Under the Facade

Alice in Wonderland sculpture in Central Park. This file is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution 3.0 Unported license. Author: Flarakoo

By George Cooper:

Assuming she could get a visa, a visitor to the US from abroad would find, with some exceptions, a prosperous country with friendly, gregarious, and industrious people. She would see occasional political bumper stickers on cars and trucks and a few residual political yard signs. Conversations in coffee shops might indicate whether she was in a blue or red area. But, if she stayed away from cable news, she would likely come away thinking that America is doing well.

Underlying this façade are deep fissures. Many, justifiably, feel left behind in an economy where a disproportionate amount of wealth flows to those who already have the most. Tepid growth in wages leaves most people with little to show for their efforts. Some can keep pace financially, but far too many are falling inexorably behind. For them, the American Dream appears  out of reach.

Distrust is rampant. Distrust of government, distrust of the media, distrust of foreigners, and– most concerning–a distrust of one’s fellow citizens. Demagoguery, along with coarse and fallacious public discourse, encourage this distrust.

Most agree with the statement: “Our country is going in the wrong direction.” Agreement ends abruptly there. The “wrong” direction is entirely different depending on whether one breaks to the right or left politically. Rampant tribalism encourages a stiffening of views enhanced by one’s echo chamber of choice and the respective bubble in which one lives. Technology has played a significant, yet little understood, role in this. Virtually everyone can become a talking head, myself as a point in case. Add bots and trolls to the equation, and you have a seething maelstrom of genuinely held views alongside the mischief spread by said bots and trolls, creating a witches brew of epic discontent.

What divides us can be distilled down to the politically toxic trifecta of money, religion, and guns. These are the three pillars of twenty-first century American tribalism; currently, there is no end in sight to their destructiveness.

America has perhaps never seen itself as others do. Maybe that’s why we so little understand the rest of the world. No doubt, America is going through a rough patch. Which reminds me of the pithy line, “If you’re going through hell, keep going.” We will, but we won’t be the same on the other side.

Tell us: What are you wondering about? Where will be if our hypothetical visitor  see us in ten years’ time? Still heading straight for hell, or on another path?

Note from Kathie MM: Article republished with permission. Visit George at www.NotesfromAcrossthePond.com

CHILD’S PLAY?

Children play with an electronically-driven Gatling gun aboard USS Makin Island Oct. 9, 2010. This image or file is in the public domain. Author: Marines from Arlington, VA, United States.

by Kathie MM

While my younger siblings and I were growing up, my mom wrote regular letters to her mom down in Florida about our adventures, mishaps, squabbles, reconciliations, etc.

The letter below, written by my mom on February 6, 1948, just a few years after WWII ended, strikes  me as an odd harbinger of my later life as a peace activist. I am hoping for your comments.

At the time Mom wrote this letter, I was 7 and my brother Teddy was 5.

“At bath time tonight, as I collected clean clothes for the next day, I could hear Kathie and her brother playing a new game. Teddy, at one end of the tub, was America; Kathie was England at the other. A large pan was a boat that sailed back and forth carrying toys from America to the poor children in England.

 Before Teddy went to bed, Kathie wanted to train him to be a soldier.

“Do all boys go to war?” she asked me.

“Most of them, if there is a war, and if there’s nothing wrong with them.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, if their eyes are all right and that sort of thing.”

 “Gee, Teddy, “, Kathie said, “You’re lucky! You’ll be able to go to war. You’re not blind and you haven’t got a broken leg or anything.”

 “I don’t want to go to war,” Teddy said. “With all those guns I might get killed.”

“Oh Teddy! You don’t understand,” Kathie replied. Then she said uncertainly to me, “Right, Mummy?”

 Not understanding wars myself, my sympathies were with her brother.

 We decided to make a sailor out of Teddy, so Kathie could train him whether there was a war or not.”

 This interchange took place before television and computers, before the universalizing of violent images and ads for glorified weapons; yet there was “war,” apparently part of our everyday vocabulary, with all the deadly questions it raised.

Yet alongside the banality of war in our childish conversations,  we played out our awareness of the “care packages” our parents sent to refugees in post-war Europe—including to Germany, which led, quite astonishingly, 20 years later, to a young German man coming to our home to thank us personally for the package we had sent to his family so long ago.

Somehow, out of this mix. my siblings and I all became anti-war advocates,  but still,  I fear for the future.

What did it do to our society to rear kids to take war for granted? What does it do to today’s children  to have images of weapons flooding their TVs and computers? What does it do for humanity when refugees are portrayed as enemies? What does it do for survival when the poor and people of color become the new cannon fodder, and when the fruits of the earth become sacrificed to the greed of the most unscrupulous of the rich and powerful?

 None of it seems like child’s play to me.

 

GUN CONTROL

By Guest Author Tom Greening

March on Washington for Gun Control January 26, 2013.
Image by Slowking4 and licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported license.

Our nation is awash in blood,

our violence become a flood.

I want to praise, applaud, extoll

attempts to have more gun control.

Those guns are getting out of hand,

so for our safety let’s demand

they all be made to comprehend

their rancor toward us now must end.

Another thing we ought to do:

Control those mad gun owners too.

Tom Greening was educated at Yale, the University of Vienna, and the University of Michigan. He has been a psychologist in private practice for over 50 years, and is a retired professor from Saybrook University, UCLA, and Pepperdine. He was Editor of the Journal of Humanistic Psychology for 35 years. He is a Fellow of five divisions of the American Psychological Association and Poet Laureate of the International Society for Ethical Psychology and Psychiatry.