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What America Looks Like

Costco!

We love Costco, despite the fact that we don’t need mass quantities of household goods. We have a small family, just 2 adults, 7 goats, various geese, chickens, koi, dogs and a cat. But we like our coffee and we can get bags and bags of dark roast at Costco.

When you go in the front door a worker checks your Costco card. Makes you feel important (if you have one). In the line going in are black people, white people, brown people, other people. People in hijab. People speaking Spanish, Turkish, Khmer, Chinese, every language. These are the faces and families that make up America today. They were different families and faces in generations past, maybe more European, but still people who had embarked upon a massive trek to get here from dicey circumstances.

People have always been migrating. 200,000 years ago we were moving out of East Africa and we haven’t stopped. Always seeking a better circumstance. All animals do it. I see little turtles crossing the road and I’m like, “Oh, little dude, why? You’re gonna get run over”. But he’s like, “But there might be something better over there!”

These families in Costco, dancing around shopping carts full of huge boxes of cereal, TP, detergent, a shed they will assemble in their new back yard, $20 jeans and a bag of underwear, they will not replace us; they will only enhance us. They are working hard, starting businesses, sharing their food, music, traditions and in the process making America.

This is a continent that will never stop being made. Ever since the founding fathers and mothers came across the Bering Strait, we have been making ourselves and our opportunities. Countless civilizations have risen and fallen. We give to the world and we take right back. We rise, we fall and we enhance it all.

As we check out of Costco (a company which consciously invests in its employees, I might add) a middle aged Latina woman checks our cart against our receipt, swipes a black sharpie and and tells us, “Have a nice rest of your day!”

Coming To Grips

It is hard to wrap one’s head around the fact that the leader of the free world is a man of such loathsome values.  A man who lies with impunity.  A man in whom a significant proportion of citizens have put faith.  I can’t help but believe that he is conning these people.  He is a businessman first and foremost.  That means he puts his own interests first.  He has always been a great manipulator. I believe his goal here is to profit.  And if he continues to feed his constituents’ fear and xenophobia, they will look the other way when he uses his position to make deals and/or ensure policy that help him or big business in general.

More than ever, we live in bubbles now.  We naturally choose like minded people to socialize with and many of my friends have no conservatives whom they regard as friends.  I grew up with my brother, Desmond, the uber-conservative, so I have always had someone there to show me the other side.  He has always been very angry about it and political conversations with him go South in a hurry.  More than half my band is conservative, ranging from Tea Partier to Rockefeller Republican. I work in finance, so there are a few people with whom I work who are conservative, but not as many as you might think.  

A fellow blogger, Beauty Beyond Bones, liked my site so I went and visited hers.  She’s a very nice woman who is recovering from anorexia and has some very interesting things to say about recovery and self-discovery and faith.  She voted for this man and outlined her reasons why in a very thoughtful post.  Her main reason is that she is anti-abortion, and I find that that does tend to be a deal breaker for people who think that way.  If you feel that babies are being murdered, you can’t really soft-pedal that.  She is also in favor of stronger immigration laws and resents being called a racist for feeling that way. 

I don’t care one way or the other about immigration laws, having spent my childhood being told to get off of people’s lawns.  I believe some of this stems from the primacy of private property that capitalism evokes.  Capitalism needs selfishness and greed in order to succeed.  Or, conversely, capitalism succeeds due to the selfishness and greed that are inherent in the human condition.  There are a few of us who don’t feel like we always need to gain more stuff and can be happy with just enough, but most humans want more.  For that matter, most living things want more.  You keep putting bowls of food before a dog, and it will keep eating ad infinitum.  

Clearly, the proletariat wants something different than what we elites want.  They are scared, they want security.  They have no pensions and they don’t have the wherewithal to put away the money that they will need in the future.  This fear is not limited to the US.  The Phillipines have elected Duterte as president, a mans who has openly called for extralegal killings of drug dealers and has bragged about doing it himself.  He retains a high level of popularity.  

Liberal society’s rule of law has not worked out for many of the great unwashed.  They feel as though they play by the rules yet struggle to get by while others destroy their communities with impunity.  While the Wal-marts of the world exploit them, they don’t hold these corporations in contempt because they provide cheap goods and jobs.  The drug dealer does not.  

For those of us who grew up in relative affluence and then went on to liberal arts colleges, putting aside the atavistic comes  more easily.  We believe in compassion for the downtrodden and want to give them a hand up.  Conservatives see that as a handout and believe it just enables them.  I personally believe there may be some merit in that idea but that there are a great deal of the poor who simply, due to family history, racism, mental illness, or other factors beyond their control, cannot pull themselves up by their bootstraps.  Mostly because they have no boots.

I would like to be able to sit down (actually or virtually) with a conservative and just be able to lay out little pieces of what we believe in and see how many of the points there are on which we agree.  I have made peace with the fact that I am not going to change anybody’s mind.  I just want to see where we can find common ground.

Where we’re at now!

When people say, “In times like these…” with a sense of foreboding, I like to remind myself that people have been thinking that the current times are the hardest times in every time. It always seems that way when you’re in the thick of it.  But if one applies a modicum of a sense of history, one will be reminded that today is nothing special. In fact, against any rational yardstick, we are better off today than we ever were.

In America today, we are polarized. But we have been this way before and we will be this way again.  We have a President of color.  Regardless of how far we have come, that is bound to ruffle a few feathers.  Rush Limbaugh has been pontificating for more than 20 years and, while it has colored the national dialog, it has not had a very lasting effect beyond creating a minority of pissed off white guys.

I read an article about gridlock at the FEC on Sunday.  It featured a statement by one of the Republican members saying that he was more scared of his government than his neighbors.  I realized that this is the difference between him and me: while I am not scared of my neighbors, I feel like I would rather have my government protecting me from them than the other way around.  There are plenty of protections from the government enshrined in the constitution.  The problems arise when my fellow citizens buy their way into the halls of power and begin to make laws.  The shrewd businessman, the law abiding gun owner; I am neither shrewd nor armed and don’t like feeling like I have to be in order to survive in twenty-first century America.  It shouldn’t have to be a dog eat dog world today.  That is such a waste of our talent and energy.  I don’t begrudge the entrepreneur his ambition, I just think it is only fair to him and me to have someone there to guard against his baser instincts.

I believe that is what makes today better than times past.  We have some of those protections.  In the Wild West you had to live by your wits and your six-gun and it sucked.  People like me got eaten alive and those who were left were the shrewd ones, the eaters.  They weren’t the sensitive ones, the artists, the thinkers.  But I don’t think living in a world of merchants is a worthy national goal.

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