Blue Mass Group

First, I apologize to my BMG community friends for being AWOL as I’ve been immersed in my local Wakefield April 27 town election, consulting/volunteering/organizing for our progressive slate of four candidates for Council/School Committee and a ballot question.  This following essay by John Pavlovitz best sums up where my head, heart and soul is at these days.

I am a collector of stories.

I watch people, I listen closely to them, I eavesdrop on their conversations in person and on social media, and I look for patterns to try and understand what’s happening to us as a nation.

I’ve tried to put my finger on how I’m feeling lately, how I think so many of us are feeling out there.

It isn’t outrage.  We’ve been there for a while now if we’ve been paying attention at all.                                                                                                      It isn’t anger.  That’s familiar territory for people whose eyes have been open to the ugliness.                                                                                          It isn’t grief.  We have collectively and individually mourned for years at this point.                                                                                                            It’s something else.  I think it’s exhaustion.

I sense a corporate emotional weariness in kind people these days, the accumulated scar tissue created when you’ve absorbed more bad news, predatory behavior, and attacks on decency than your reserves can manage.  Sustained cruelty will do that to the human soul.

There’s only so much contempt for humanity our minds are able to process, until one day something snaps and we lose the ability to respond with the same urgency and resilience we once had.  A low-grade hopelessness sets in, slowly replacing our activism with apathy and one day rendering us immobile : cruelty sickness.

Prolonged exposure to this kind of seemingly tireless barbarism begins to rob us of energy, to dishearten us to the point that we stop caring and opt out.  This is of course, by design.  That is what those manufacturing this incessant enmity are counting on.

The fatigue of decent humans is the plan: inundate us with a million tiny crises, assail us with countless daily culture war battles, and batter us with endless legislative assaults — until we are gradually but decidedly crushed beneath the weight of it all.  Eventually, we succumb to the numerous wounds of their boundless hatred, the suffering of those they victimize, and a steady stream of the unanswerable questions about how and why human beings can be this perpetually cruel.

Maybe it’s a bit of necessary resting after the last four ferocious years, perhaps an understandable emotional letdown afforded by the arrival of an adult human president and the feeling that we are not in a continual state of imminent threat from our government, or maybe it’s the welcome distraction of passing through the worst of a brutal year in isolation — but it feels as though our collective passions are waning and we cannot afford this.

So what do we do?  What do kind people who are sickened by cruelty do to get well?  We tether ourselves to one another.

Now, more than ever, good and tired people need to cultivate community, to stay connected to our tribes of affinity, and to carry one another through the fatigue when it comes.  We fill in the gaps among us and we let those of us who feel strong enough today to engage the fight for those who need to catch their breathe and renew their strength.                                                                                                                                                We surround ourselves with people who value us not only for the work we do and the causes we support but for the inherently vulnerable beings with finite resources that we are; those that demand that we rest and encourage us to play and give us space to pause — so that we are not consumed by the brutality of the day.

Community is an elixir for the soul and we need such good togetherness medicine more than ever because we are exposed to more toxic trauma than we’ve ever been, and because the war against disparate humanity isn’t going anywhere.

Injustice, inequity, discrimination and suffering are hazardous to the hearts of good people and they should be.  They will make us rightly sick and so we have to keep one another well.

Stay together, stay alive, and stay kind, friends.

• More than 57,000 kids applied to Harvard this year, competing for one of the 1,600 available seats for the Class of 2025.    The application fee is $75.   Over four million dollars was spent on this and one can only guess how many labor hours in applying, evaluating, and processing the results.  I’d like to know why Harvard and other schools like Harvard can’t increase their enrollment…and what does all of this tell us about “higher education”?
• Mitch McConnell wants corporations to get their noses out of politics.  Really, he said that.
• Is there any way possible to get Al Franken back into the Senate?  Really, we screwed up on that one.
• The more I see this new generation of Democrats:  Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, Katie Porter, Jen Psaki, the more optimistic I get for the party and our nation.
• The more I see this new generation of Republicans: Marjorie Taylor Greene, Lauren Boebert, Kayleigh McEnany, the more pessimistic I get for the Republican Party and my fears grow that they may regain power.
• The previous two statements illustrate a valid point:  We need more than “More Women in Government”.
• On a personal note, I retired last October and moved from Metro West to the Cape in December.  I’ve not spent much time on the Cape since moving to Massachusetts twenty years ago.  It’s pretty quiet out here, but they tell me that’s about to change.