"Our deepest fear is not that
we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond
measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, 'Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented,
fabulous?' Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God.
Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened
about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around
you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to
make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just
in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine,
we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As
we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates
others"
--Marianne
Williamson
"Don't ask yourself what the world
needs; ask yourself what makes you come alive. And then go and do
that. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive."
--Howard Thurman
"You can judge your age by the amount
of pain you feel when you come in contact with a new idea."
--Pearl
S. Buck
The
amazing journey of Fran Bennett (formerly Frank) and Erika Taylor,
soulmates
Married couple Erika Taylor, left, and Fran
Bennett have stayed together through Fran's gradual process
of changing from male to female anatomy. Chronicle photo
by Christina Koci Hernandez
Such a gift being human
at this moment,
our cells holding memories of all we have been,
rounding another spiral of unfoldment
to embody this Light that flows from within.
Universe, thank you! for
ripping open our hearts
with your thumbnail,
for spilling the fear blindly hoarded,
for blowing in breath and the hunger for Love.
Keep swirling us, whirling us with your lessons
till your mere whisper rocks mountains in us.
Seed our paths with co-conspirators --myriad others
you've stung with your match to the heart.
Kindle in our circles a sense of mission
and shared vision bigger than anything that singly
we've dared to conceive.
Free our ears to hear the promise of voices
long silent,
and widen our eyes to peer into worlds that are living
and linked, where willows & whippoorwills & the realms
of invisibles are our sisters & brothers.
Let us lose in forgetfulness the veil of I-ness
& my-ness,
celebrating in others the colors of rainbow,
seeing in them our own light & our shadow,
drinking deeply of the well of belonging.
Drum our days into dizzying dance of community
& solitude, compassion & mastery, labor & laughter.
Bugle our backs to stand up for justice
and our voices to sing! for the joy of it.
Plant our feet so firmly on earth that the
taste
of her clay chocolates our tongues, and the stream
of her sap in our veins echoes thunder of ocean,
torrent of river, rush of mist into ether.
And beckon each of us --and every last one
of us--
to creep all the way out to the edge of our being
and find our way back fingers singed
on our own unique gift
pouring forth all that we are,
accepting your invitation... to co-creation!
"Then,
without realizing it, you try to improve yourself at the start of
each new day; of course, you achieve quite a lot in the course of
time. Anyone can do this, it costs nothing and is certainly very
helpful. Whoever doesn't know it must learn and find by experience
that a quiet conscience makes one strong." --Anne
Frank
BEYOND VIETNAM:
A Time to Break Silence
Speech delivered by Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.
April 4, 1967
at a meeting of
Clergy and Laity Concerned
at Riverside Church
in New York City
Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.
gestures and shouts to his congregation in Ebenezer Baptist
Church in Atlanta on April 30, 1967, as he urges America to
repent and abandon what he called its "tragic, reckless
adventure in Vietnam."
I come to
this magnificent house of worship tonight because my conscience
leaves me no other choice. I join with you in this meeting because
I am in deepest agreement with the aims and work of the organization
which has brought us together: Clergy and Laymen Concerned about
Vietnam. The recent statement of your executive committee are
the sentiments of my own heart and I found myself in full accord
when I read its opening lines: "A time comes when silence
is betrayal." That time has come for us in relation to Vietnam.
The truth of these words is beyond doubt
but the mission to which they call us is a most difficult one.
Even when pressed by the demands of inner truth, men do not easily
assume the task of opposing their government's policy, especially
in time of war. Nor does the human spirit move without great difficulty
against all the apathy of conformist thought within one's own
bosom and in the surrounding world. Moreover when the issues at
hand seem as perplexed as they often do in the case of this dreadful
conflict we are always on the verge of being mesmerized by uncertainty;
but we must move on.
Some of us who have already begun to break
the silence of the night have found that the calling to speak
is often a vocation of agony, but we must speak. We must speak
with all the humility that is appropriate to our limited vision,
but we must speak. And we must rejoice as well, for surely this
is the first time in our nation's history that a significant number
of its religious leaders have chosen to move beyond the prophesying
of smooth patriotism to the high grounds of a firm dissent based
upon the mandates of conscience and the reading of history. Perhaps
a new spirit is rising among us. If it is, let us trace its movement
well and pray that our own inner being may be sensitive to its
guidance, for we are deeply in need of a new way beyond the darkness
that seems so close around us.
Over the past two years, as I have moved
to break the betrayal of my own silences and to speak from the
burnings of my own heart, as I have called for radical departures
from the destruction of Vietnam, many persons have questioned
me about the wisdom of my path. At the heart of their concerns
this query has often loomed large and loud: Why are you speaking
about war, Dr. King? Why are you joining the voices of dissent?
Peace and civil rights don't mix, they say. Aren't you hurting
the cause of your people, they ask? And when I hear them, though
I often understand the source of their concern, I am nevertheless
greatly saddened, for such questions mean that the inquirers have
not really known me, my commitment or my calling. Indeed, their
questions suggest that they do not know the world in which they
live.
In the light of such tragic misunderstandings,
I deem it of signal importance to try to state clearly, and I
trust concisely, why I believe that the path from Dexter Avenue
Baptist Church -- the church in Montgomery, Alabama, where I began
my pastorate -- leads clearly to this sanctuary tonight.
I come to this platform tonight to make
a passionate plea to my beloved nation. This speech is not addressed
to Hanoi or to the National Liberation Front. It is not addressed
to China or to Russia.
Nor is it an attempt to overlook the ambiguity
of the total situation and the need for a collective solution
to the tragedy of Vietnam. Neither is it an attempt to make North
Vietnam or the National Liberation Front paragons of virtue, nor
to overlook the role they can play in a successful resolution
of the problem. While they both may have justifiable reason to
be suspicious of the good faith of the United States, life and
history give eloquent testimony to the fact that conflicts are
never resolved without trustful give and take on both sides.
Tonight, however, I wish not to speak with
Hanoi and the NLF, but rather to my fellow Americans, who, with
me, bear the greatest responsibility in ending a conflict that
has exacted a heavy price on both continents.
The Importance of Vietnam
Since I am a preacher by trade, I suppose
it is not surprising that I have seven major reasons for bringing
Vietnam into the field of my moral vision. There is at the outset
a very obvious and almost facile connection between the war in
Vietnam and the struggle I, and others, have been waging in America.
A few years ago there was a shining moment in that struggle. It
seemed as if there was a real promise of hope for the poor --
both black and white -- through the poverty program. There were
experiments, hopes, new beginnings. Then came the buildup in Vietnam
and I watched the program broken and eviscerated as if it were
some idle political plaything of a society gone mad on war, and
I knew that America would never invest the necessary funds or
energies in rehabilitation of its poor so long as adventures like
Vietnam continued to draw men and skills and money like some demonic
destructive suction tube. So I was increasingly compelled to see
the war as an enemy of the poor and to attack it as such.
Perhaps the more tragic recognition of
reality took place when it became clear to me that the war was
doing far more than devastating the hopes of the poor at home.
It was sending their sons and their brothers and their husbands
to fight and to die in extraordinarily high proportions relative
to the rest of the population. We were taking the black young
men who had been crippled by our society and sending them eight
thousand miles away to guarantee liberties in Southeast Asia which
they had not found in southwest Georgia and East Harlem. So we
have been repeatedly faced with the cruel irony of watching Negro
and white boys on TV screens as they kill and die together for
a nation that has been unable to seat them together in the same
schools. So we watch them in brutal solidarity burning the huts
of a poor village, but we realize that they would never live on
the same block in Detroit. I could not be silent in the face of
such cruel manipulation of the poor.
My third reason moves to an even deeper
level of awareness, for it grows out of my experience in the ghettoes
of the North over the last three years -- especially the last
three summers. As I have walked among the desperate, rejected
and angry young men I have told them that Molotov cocktails and
rifles would not solve their problems. I have tried to offer them
my deepest compassion while maintaining my conviction that social
change comes most meaningfully through nonviolent action. But
they asked -- and rightly so -- what about Vietnam? They asked
if our own nation wasn't using massive doses of violence to solve
its problems, to bring about the changes it wanted. Their questions
hit home, and I knew that I could never again raise my voice against
the violence of the oppressed in the ghettos without having first
spoken clearly to the greatest purveyor of violence in the world
today -- my own government. For the sake of those boys, for the
sake of this government, for the sake of hundreds of thousands
trembling under our violence, I cannot be silent.
For those who ask the question, "Aren't
you a civil rights leader?" and thereby mean to exclude me
from the movement for peace, I have this further answer. In 1957
when a group of us formed the Southern Christian Leadership Conference,
we chose as our motto: "To save the soul of America."
We were convinced that we could not limit our vision to certain
rights for black people, but instead affirmed the conviction that
America would never be free or saved from itself unless the descendants
of its slaves were loosed completely from the shackles they still
wear. In a way we were agreeing with Langston Hughes, that black
bard of Harlem, who had written earlier:
O, yes,
I say it plain,
America never was America to me,
And yet I swear this oath--
America will be!
Now, it should be incandescently clear
that no one who has any concern for the integrity and life of
America today can ignore the present war. If America's soul becomes
totally poisoned, part of the autopsy must read Vietnam. It can
never be saved so long as it destroys the deepest hopes of men
the world over. So it is that those of us who are yet determined
that America will be are led down the path of protest and dissent,
working for the health of our land.
As if the weight of such a commitment to
the life and health of America were not enough, another burden
of responsibility was placed upon me in 1964; and I cannot forget
that the Nobel Prize for Peace was also a commission -- a commission
to work harder than I had ever worked before for "the brotherhood
of man." This is a calling that takes me beyond national
allegiances, but even if it were not present I would yet have
to live with the meaning of my commitment to the ministry of Jesus
Christ. To me the relationship of this ministry to the making
of peace is so obvious that I sometimes marvel at those who ask
me why I am speaking against the war. Could it be that they do
not know that the good news was meant for all men -- for Communist
and capitalist, for their children and ours, for black and for
white, for revolutionary and conservative? Have they forgotten
that my ministry is in obedience to the one who loved his enemies
so fully that he died for them? What then can I say to the "Vietcong"
or to Castro or to Mao as a faithful minister of this one? Can
I threaten them with death or must I not share with them my life?
Finally, as I try to delineate for you
and for myself the road that leads from Montgomery to this place
I would have offered all that was most valid if I simply said
that I must be true to my conviction that I share with all men
the calling to be a son of the living God. Beyond the calling
of race or nation or creed is this vocation of sonship and brotherhood,
and because I believe that the Father is deeply concerned especially
for his suffering and helpless and outcast children, I come tonight
to speak for them.
This I believe to be the privilege and
the burden of all of us who deem ourselves bound by allegiances
and loyalties which are broader and deeper than nationalism and
which go beyond our nation's self-defined goals and positions.
We are called to speak for the weak, for the voiceless, for victims
of our nation and for those it calls enemy, for no document from
human hands can make these humans any less our brothers.
Strange Liberators
And as I ponder the madness of Vietnam
and search within myself for ways to understand and respond to
compassion my mind goes constantly to the people of that peninsula.
I speak now not of the soldiers of each side, not of the junta
in Saigon, but simply of the people who have been living under
the curse of war for almost three continuous decades now. I think
of them too because it is clear to me that there will be no meaningful
solution there until some attempt is made to know them and hear
their broken cries.
They must see Americans as strange liberators.
The Vietnamese people proclaimed their own independence in 1945
after a combined French and Japanese occupation, and before the
Communist revolution in China. They were led by Ho Chi Minh. Even
though they quoted the American Declaration of Independence in
their own document of freedom, we refused to recognize them. Instead,
we decided to support France in its reconquest of her former colony.
Our government felt then that the Vietnamese
people were not "ready" for independence, and we again
fell victim to the deadly Western arrogance that has poisoned
the international atmosphere for so long. With that tragic decision
we rejected a revolutionary government seeking self-determination,
and a government that had been established not by China (for whom
the Vietnamese have no great love) but by clearly indigenous forces
that included some Communists. For the peasants this new government
meant real land reform, one of the most important needs in their
lives.
For nine years following 1945 we denied
the people of Vietnam the right of independence. For nine years
we vigorously supported the French in their abortive effort to
recolonize Vietnam.
Before the end of the war we were meeting
eighty percent of the French war costs. Even before the French
were defeated at Dien Bien Phu, they began to despair of the reckless
action, but we did not. We encouraged them with our huge financial
and military supplies to continue the war even after they had
lost the will. Soon we would be paying almost the full costs of
this tragic attempt at recolonization.
After the French were defeated it looked
as if independence and land reform would come again through the
Geneva agreements. But instead there came the United States, determined
that Ho should not unify the temporarily divided nation, and the
peasants watched again as we supported one of the most vicious
modern dictators -- our chosen man, Premier Diem. The peasants
watched and cringed as Diem ruthlessly routed out all opposition,
supported their extortionist landlords and refused even to discuss
reunification with the north. The peasants watched as all this
was presided over by U.S. influence and then by increasing numbers
of U.S. troops who came to help quell the insurgency that Diem's
methods had aroused. When Diem was overthrown they may have been
happy, but the long line of military dictatorships seemed to offer
no real change -- especially in terms of their need for land and
peace.
The only change came from America as we
increased our troop commitments in support of governments which
were singularly corrupt, inept and without popular support. All
the while the people read our leaflets and received regular promises
of peace and democracy -- and land reform. Now they languish under
our bombs and consider us -- not their fellow Vietnamese --the
real enemy. They move sadly and apathetically as we herd them
off the land of their fathers into concentration camps where minimal
social needs are rarely met. They know they must move or be destroyed
by our bombs. So they go -- primarily women and children and the
aged.
They watch as we poison their water, as
we kill a million acres of their crops. They must weep as the
bulldozers roar through their areas preparing to destroy the precious
trees. They wander into the hospitals, with at least twenty casualties
from American firepower for one "Vietcong"-inflicted
injury. So far we may have killed a million of them -- mostly
children. They wander into the towns and see thousands of the
children, homeless, without clothes, running in packs on the streets
like animals. They see the children, degraded by our soldiers
as they beg for food. They see the children selling their sisters
to our soldiers, soliciting for their mothers.
What do the peasants think as we ally ourselves
with the landlords and as we refuse to put any action into our
many words concerning land reform? What do they think as we test
our latest weapons on them, just as the Germans tested out new
medicine and new tortures in the concentration camps of Europe?
Where are the roots of the independent Vietnam we claim to be
building? Is it among these voiceless ones?
We have destroyed their two most cherished
institutions: the family and the village. We have destroyed their
land and their crops. We have cooperated in the crushing of the
nation's only non-Communist revolutionary political force -- the
unified Buddhist church. We have supported the enemies of the
peasants of Saigon. We have corrupted their women and children
and killed their men. What liberators?
Now there is little left to build on --
save bitterness. Soon the only solid physical foundations remaining
will be found at our military bases and in the concrete of the
concentration camps we call fortified hamlets. The peasants may
well wonder if we plan to build our new Vietnam on such grounds
as these? Could we blame them for such thoughts? We must speak
for them and raise the questions they cannot raise. These too
are our brothers.
Perhaps the more difficult but no less
necessary task is to speak for those who have been designated
as our enemies. What of the National Liberation Front -- that
strangely anonymous group we call VC or Communists? What must
they think of us in America when they realize that we permitted
the repression and cruelty of Diem which helped to bring them
into being as a resistance group in the south? What do they think
of our condoning the violence which led to their own taking up
of arms? How can they believe in our integrity when now we speak
of "aggression from the north" as if there were nothing
more essential to the war? How can they trust us when now we charge
them with violence after the murderous reign of Diem and charge
them with violence while we pour every new weapon of death into
their land? Surely we must understand their feelings even if we
do not condone their actions. Surely we must see that the men
we supported pressed them to their violence. Surely we must see
that our own computerized plans of destruction simply dwarf their
greatest acts.
How do they judge us when our officials
know that their membership is less than twenty-five percent Communist
and yet insist on giving them the blanket name? What must they
be thinking when they know that we are aware of their control
of major sections of Vietnam and yet we appear ready to allow
national elections in which this highly organized political parallel
government will have no part? They ask how we can speak of free
elections when the Saigon press is censored and controlled by
the military junta. And they are surely right to wonder what kind
of new government we plan to help form without them -- the only
party in real touch with the peasants. They question our political
goals and they deny the reality of a peace settlement from which
they will be excluded. Their questions are frighteningly relevant.
Is our nation planning to build on political myth again and then
shore it up with the power of new violence?
Here is the true meaning and value of compassion
and nonviolence when it helps us to see the enemy's point of view,
to hear his questions, to know his assessment of ourselves. For
from his view we may indeed see the basic weaknesses of our own
condition, and if we are mature, we may learn and grow and profit
from the wisdom of the brothers who are called the opposition.
So, too, with Hanoi. In the north, where
our bombs now pummel the land, and our mines endanger the waterways,
we are met by a deep but understandable mistrust. To speak for
them is to explain this lack of confidence in Western words, and
especially their distrust of American intentions now. In Hanoi
are the men who led the nation to independence against the Japanese
and the French, the men who sought membership in the French commonwealth
and were betrayed by the weakness of Paris and the willfulness
of the colonial armies. It was they who led a second struggle
against French domination at tremendous costs, and then were persuaded
to give up the land they controlled between the thirteenth and
seventeenth parallel as a temporary measure at Geneva. After 1954
they watched us conspire with Diem to prevent elections which
would have surely brought Ho Chi Minh to power over a united Vietnam,
and they realized they had been betrayed again.
When we ask why they do not leap to negotiate,
these things must be remembered. Also it must be clear that the
leaders of Hanoi considered the presence of American troops in
support of the Diem regime to have been the initial military breach
of the Geneva agreements concerning foreign troops, and they remind
us that they did not begin to send in any large number of supplies
or men until American forces had moved into the tens of thousands.
Hanoi remembers how our leaders refused
to tell us the truth about the earlier North Vietnamese overtures
for peace, how the president claimed that none existed when they
had clearly been made. Ho Chi Minh has watched as America has
spoken of peace and built up its forces, and now he has surely
heard of the increasing international rumors of American plans
for an invasion of the north. He knows the bombing and shelling
and mining we are doing are part of traditional pre-invasion strategy.
Perhaps only his sense of humor and of irony can save him when
he hears the most powerful nation of the world speaking of aggression
as it drops thousands of bombs on a poor weak nation more than
eight thousand miles away from its shores.
At this point I should make it clear that
while I have tried in these last few minutes to give a voice to
the voiceless on Vietnam and to understand the arguments of those
who are called enemy, I am as deeply concerned about our troops
there as anything else. For it occurs to me that what we are submitting
them to in Vietnam is not simply the brutalizing process that
goes on in any war where armies face each other and seek to destroy.
We are adding cynicism to the process of death, for they must
know after a short period there that none of the things we claim
to be fighting for are really involved. Before long they must
know that their government has sent them into a struggle among
Vietnamese, and the more sophisticated surely realize that we
are on the side of the wealthy and the secure while we create
hell for the poor.
This Madness Must Cease
Somehow this madness must cease. We must
stop now. I speak as a child of God and brother to the suffering
poor of Vietnam. I speak for those whose land is being laid waste,
whose homes are being destroyed, whose culture is being subverted.
I speak for the poor of America who are paying the double price
of smashed hopes at home and death and corruption in Vietnam.
I speak as a citizen of the world, for the world as it stands
aghast at the path we have taken. I speak as an American to the
leaders of my own nation. The great initiative in this war is
ours. The initiative to stop it must be ours.
This is the message of the great Buddhist
leaders of Vietnam. Recently one of them wrote these words:
"Each day the war goes on the hatred
increases in the heart of the Vietnamese and in the hearts of
those of humanitarian instinct. The Americans are forcing even
their friends into becoming their enemies. It is curious that
the Americans, who calculate so carefully on the possibilities
of military victory, do not realize that in the process they are
incurring deep psychological and political defeat. The image of
America will never again be the image of revolution, freedom and
democracy, but the image of violence and militarism."
If we continue, there will be no doubt
in my mind and in the mind of the world that we have no honorable
intentions in Vietnam. It will become clear that our minimal expectation
is to occupy it as an American colony and men will not refrain
from thinking that our maximum hope is to goad China into a war
so that we may bomb her nuclear installations. If we do not stop
our war against the people of Vietnam immediately the world will
be left with no other alternative than to see this as some horribly
clumsy and deadly game we have decided to play.
The world now demands a maturity of America
that we may not be able to achieve. It demands that we admit that
we have been wrong from the beginning of our adventure in Vietnam,
that we have been detrimental to the life of the Vietnamese people.
The situation is one in which we must be ready to turn sharply
from our present ways.
In order to atone for our sins and errors
in Vietnam, we should take the initiative in bringing a halt to
this tragic war. I would like to suggest five concrete things
that our government should do immediately to begin the long and
difficult process of extricating ourselves from this nightmarish
conflict:
End all bombing in North and South Vietnam.
Declare a unilateral cease-fire in the
hope that such action will create the atmosphere for negotiation.
Take immediate steps to prevent other
battlegrounds in Southeast Asia by curtailing our military buildup
in Thailand and our interference in Laos.
Realistically accept the fact that the
National Liberation Front has substantial support in South Vietnam
and must thereby play a role in any meaningful negotiations
and in any future Vietnam government.
Set a date that we will remove all foreign
troops from Vietnam in accordance with the 1954 Geneva agreement.
Part of our ongoing commitment might
well express itself in an offer to grant asylum to any Vietnamese
who fears for his life under a new regime which included the
Liberation Front. Then we must make what reparations we can
for the damage we have done. We most provide the medical aid
that is badly needed, making it available in this country if
necessary.
Protesting The War
Meanwhile we in the churches and synagogues
have a continuing task while we urge our government to disengage
itself from a disgraceful commitment. We must continue to raise
our voices if our nation persists in its perverse ways in Vietnam.
We must be prepared to match actions with words by seeking out
every creative means of protest possible.
As we counsel young men concerning military
service we must clarify for them our nation's role in Vietnam
and challenge them with the alternative of conscientious objection.
I am pleased to say that this is the path now being chosen by
more than seventy students at my own alma mater, Morehouse College,
and I recommend it to all who find the American course in Vietnam
a dishonorable and unjust one. Moreover I would encourage all
ministers of draft age to give up their ministerial exemptions
and seek status as conscientious objectors. These are the times
for real choices and not false ones. We are at the moment when
our lives must be placed on the line if our nation is to survive
its own folly. Every man of humane convictions must decide on
the protest that best suits his convictions, but we must all protest.
There is something seductively tempting
about stopping there and sending us all off on what in some circles
has become a popular crusade against the war in Vietnam. I say
we must enter the struggle, but I wish to go on now to say something
even more disturbing. The war in Vietnam is but a symptom of a
far deeper malady within the American spirit, and if we ignore
this sobering reality we will find ourselves organizing clergy-
and laymen-concerned committees for the next generation. They
will be concerned about Guatemala and Peru. They will be concerned
about Thailand and Cambodia. They will be concerned about Mozambique
and South Africa. We will be marching for these and a dozen other
names and attending rallies without end unless there is a significant
and profound change in American life and policy. Such thoughts
take us beyond Vietnam, but not beyond our calling as sons of
the living God.
In 1957 a sensitive American official overseas
said that it seemed to him that our nation was on the wrong side
of a world revolution. During the past ten years we have seen
emerge a pattern of suppression which now has justified the presence
of U.S. military "advisors" in Venezuela. This need
to maintain social stability for our investments accounts for
the counter-revolutionary action of American forces in Guatemala.
It tells why American helicopters are being used against guerrillas
in Colombia and why American napalm and green beret forces have
already been active against rebels in Peru. It is with such activity
in mind that the words of the late John F. Kennedy come back to
haunt us. Five years ago he said, "Those who make peaceful
revolution impossible will make violent revolution inevitable."
Increasingly, by choice or by accident,
this is the role our nation has taken -- the role of those who
make peaceful revolution impossible by refusing to give up the
privileges and the pleasures that come from the immense profits
of overseas investment.
I am convinced that if we are to get on
the right side of the world revolution, we as a nation must undergo
a radical revolution of values. We must rapidly begin the shift
from a "thing-oriented" society to a "person-oriented"
society. When machines and computers, profit motives and property
rights are considered more important than people, the giant triplets
of racism, materialism, and militarism are incapable of being
conquered.
A true revolution of values will soon cause
us to question the fairness and justice of many of our past and
present policies. n the one hand we are called to play the good
Samaritan on life's roadside; but that will be only an initial
act. One day we must come to see that the whole Jericho road must
be transformed so that men and women will not be constantly beaten
and robbed as they make their journey on life's highway. True
compassion is more than flinging a coin to a beggar; it is not
haphazard and superficial. It comes to see that an edifice which
produces beggars needs restructuring. A true revolution of values
will soon look uneasily on the glaring contrast of poverty and
wealth. With righteous indignation, it will look across the seas
and see individual capitalists of the West investing huge sums
of money in Asia, Africa and South America, only to take the profits
out with no concern for the social betterment of the countries,
and say: "This is not just." It will look at our alliance
with the landed gentry of Latin America and say: "This is
not just." The Western arrogance of feeling that it has everything
to teach others and nothing to learn from them is not just. A
true revolution of values will lay hands on the world order and
say of war: "This way of settling differences is not just."
This business of burning human beings with napalm, of filling
our nation's homes with orphans and widows, of injecting poisonous
drugs of hate into veins of people normally humane, of sending
men home from dark and bloody battlefields physically handicapped
and psychologically deranged, cannot be reconciled with wisdom,
justice and love. A nation that continues year after year to spend
more money on military defense than on programs of social uplift
is approaching spiritual death.
America, the richest and most powerful
nation in the world, can well lead the way in this revolution
of values. There is nothing, except a tragic death wish, to prevent
us from reordering our priorities, so that the pursuit of peace
will take precedence over the pursuit of war. There is nothing
to keep us from molding a recalcitrant status quo with bruised
hands until we have fashioned it into a brotherhood.
This kind of positive revolution of values
is our best defense against communism. War is not the answer.
Communism will never be defeated by the use of atomic bombs or
nuclear weapons. Let us not join those who shout war and through
their misguided passions urge the United States to relinquish
its participation in the United Nations. These are days which
demand wise restraint and calm reasonableness. We must not call
everyone a Communist or an appeaser who advocates the seating
of Red China in the United Nations and who recognizes that hate
and hysteria are not the final answers to the problem of these
turbulent days. We must not engage in a negative anti-communism,
but rather in a positive thrust for democracy, realizing that
our greatest defense against communism is to take offensive action
in behalf of justice. We must with positive action seek to remove
thosse conditions of poverty, insecurity and injustice which are
the fertile soil in which the seed of communism grows and develops.
The People Are Important
These are revolutionary times. All over
the globe men are revolting against old systems of exploitation
and oppression and out of the wombs of a frail world new systems
of justice and equality are being born. The shirtless and barefoot
people of the land are rising up as never before. "The people
who sat in darkness have seen a great light." We in the West
must support these revolutions. It is a sad fact that, because
of comfort , complacency, a morbid fear of communism, and our
proneness to adjust to injustice, the Western nations that initiated
so much of the revolutionary spirit of the modern world have now
become the arch anti-revolutionaries. This has driven many to
feel that only Marxism has the revolutionary spirit. Therefore,
communism is a judgement against our failure to make democracy
real and follow through on the revolutions we initiated. Our only
hope today lies in our ability to recapture the revolutionary
spirit and go out into a sometimes hostile world declaring eternal
hostility to poverty, racism, and militarism. With this powerful
commitment we shall boldly challenge the status quo and unjust
mores and thereby speed the day when "every valley shall
be exalted, and every moutain and hill shall be made low, and
the crooked shall be made straight and the rough places plain."
A genuine revolution of values means in
the final analysis that our loyalties must become ecumenical rather
than sectional. Every nation must now develop an overriding loyalty
to mankind as a whole in order to preserve the best in their individual
societies.
This call for a world-wide fellowship that
lifts neighborly concern beyond one's tribe, race, class and nation
is in reality a call for an all-embracing and unconditional love
for all men. This oft misunderstood and misinterpreted concept
-- so readily dismissed by the Nietzsches of the world as a weak
and cowardly force -- has now become an absolute necessity for
the survival of man. When I speak of love I am not speaking
of some sentimental and weak response. I am speaking of that force
which all of the great religions have seen as the supreme unifying
principle of life. Love is somehow the key that unlocks the door
which leads to ultimate reality. This Hindu-Moslem-Christian-Jewish-Buddhist
belief about ultimate reality is beautifully summed up in the
first epistle of Saint John:
Let us love one another; for love is God
and everyone that loveth is born of God and knoweth God. He that
loveth not knoweth not God; for God is love. If we love one another
God dwelleth in us, and his love is perfected in us.
Let us hope that this spirit will become the order of the day.
We can no longer afford to worship the god of hate or bow before
the altar of retaliation. The oceans of history are made turbulent
by the ever-rising tides of hate. History is cluttered with the
wreckage of nations and individuals that pursued this self-defeating
path of hate. As Arnold Toynbee says : "Love is the ultimate
force that makes for the saving choice of life and good against
the damning choice of death and evil. Therefore the first hope
in our inventory must be the hope that love is going to have the
last word."
We are now faced with the fact that tomorrow
is today. We are confronted with the fierce urgency of now. In
this unfolding conundrum of life and history there is such a thing
as being too late. Procrastination is still the thief of time.
Life often leaves us standing bare, naked and dejected with a
lost opportunity. The "tide in the affairs of men" does
not remain at the flood; it ebbs. We may cry out deperately for
time to pause in her passage, but time is deaf to every plea and
rushes on. Over the bleached bones and jumbled residue of numerous
civilizations are written the pathetic words: "Too late."
There is an invisible book of life that faithfully records our
vigilance or our neglect. "The moving finger writes, and
having writ moves on..." We still have a choice today; nonviolent
coexistence or violent co-annihilation.
We must move past indecision to action.
We must find new ways to speak for peace in Vietnam and justice
throughout the developing world -- a world that borders on our
doors. If we do not act we shall surely be dragged down the long
dark and shameful corridors of time reserved for those who possess
power without compassion, might without morality, and strength
without sight.
Now let us begin. Now let us rededicate
ourselves to the long and bitter -- but beautiful -- struggle
for a new world. This is the callling of the sons of God, and
our brothers wait eagerly for our response. Shall we say the odds
are too great? Shall we tell them the struggle is too hard? Will
our message be that the forces of American life militate against
their arrival as full men, and we send our deepest regrets? Or
will there be another message, of longing, of hope, of solidarity
with their yearnings, of commitment to their cause, whatever the
cost? The choice is ours, and though we might prefer it otherwise
we must choose in this crucial moment of human history.
As that noble bard of yesterday, James
Russell Lowell, eloquently stated:
Once to every man and nation
Comes the moment to decide,
In the strife of truth and falsehood,
For the good or evil side;
Some great cause, God's new Messiah,
Off'ring each the bloom or blight,
And the choice goes by forever
Twixt that darkness and that light.
Though the cause of evil prosper,
Yet 'tis truth alone is strong;
Though her portion be the scaffold,
And upon the throne be wrong:
Yet that scaffold sways the future,
And behind the dim unknown,
Standeth God within the shadow
Keeping watch above his own.
They are all children when they sleep.
There is no war in them.
They open their hands and breathe
in the slow rhythm given to humans by heaven.
Whether soldiers, statesmen,
servants, or masters
they purse their lips like small children
and they all half-open their hands.
Stars stand watch then and the arch of the sky is hazed over
for a few hours when no one will harm another.
If only we could talk
with each other then,
when hearts are like half-open flowers.
Words would push their way in
like golden bees.
-God, teach me sleep's
language
We're
wired to cooperate
Photo:
Chris Christo/
Worcester Telegram & Gazette
A
Sister's Helping Hand
Who can measure the special bond of twins?
by Nancy Sheehan
Heidi and Paul Jackson's twin
girls, Brielle and Kyrie, were born October 17, 1995, 12 weeks
ahead of their due date. Standard hospital practice is to
place preemie twins in separate incubators to reduce the risk
of infection. that was done for the Jackson girls in the neonatal
intensive care unit at The Medical Center of Central Massachusetts
in Worcester.
Kyrie, the larger sister at two pounds,
three ounces, quickly began gaining weight and calmly sleeping
her newborn days away. But Brielle, who weighed only two pounds
at birth, couldn't keep up with her. She had breathing and
heart-rate problems. The oxygen level in her blood was low,
and her weight gain was slow.
Suddenly, on November 12, Brielle went
into critical condition. She began gasping for breath, and
her face and stick-thin arms and legs turned bluish-gray.
Her heart rate was way up, and she got hiccups, a dangerous
sign that her body was under stress. Her parents watched,
terrified that she might die.
Nurse Gayle Kasparian tried everything
she could think of to stabilize Brielle. She suctioned her
breathing passages and turned up the oxygen flow to the incubator.
Still Brielle squirmed and fussed as her oxygen intake plummeted
and her heart rate soared.
Then Kasparian remembered something
she had heard from a colleague. It was a procedure, common
in parts of Europe but almost unheard of in this country,
that called for double-bedding multiple-birth babies, especially
preemies.
Kasparian's nurse manager, Susan Fitzback,
was away at a conference, and the arrangement was unorthodox.
But Kasparian decided to take the risk.
"Let me just try putting Brielle
in with her sister to see if that helps," she said to
the alarmed parents. "I don't know what else to do."
The Jacksons quickly gave the go-ahead,
and Kasparian slipped the squirming baby into the incubator
holding the sister she hadn't seen since birth. Then Kasparian
and the Jacksons watched.
No sooner had the door of the incubator
closed then Brielle snuggled up to Kyrie - and calmed right
down. Within minutes Brielle's blood-oxygen readings were
the best they had been since she was born. As she dozed, Kyrie
wrapped her tiny arm around her smaller sibling.
By coincidence, the conference Fitzback
was attending included a presentation on double-bedding. This
is something I want to see happen at The Medical Center, she
thought. But it might be hard making the change. On her return
she was doing rounds when the nurse caring for the twins that
morning said, "Sue, take a look in that isolette over
there."
"I can't believe this," Fitzback
said. "This is so beautiful."
"You mean, we can do it?"
asked the nurse.
"Of course we can," Fitzback
replied.
Today a handful of institutions around
the country are adopting double-bedding, which seems to reduce
the number of hospital days. The practice is growing quickly,
even though the first scientific studies on it didn't begin
until this past January.
But Heidi and Paul Jackson don't need
any studies to know that double-bedding helped Brielle. She
is thriving. In fact, now that the two girls are home, they
still steep together - and still snuggle.
Reader's Digest
- May 1996
Condensed from
Worcester Telegram & Gazette
November 18, 1995
Why
We're So Nice: We're Wired to Cooperate By Natalie Angier
What feels as good as
chocolate on the tongue or money in the bank but won't make
you fat or risk a subpoena from the Securities and Exchange
Commission?
Hard as it may be
to believe in these days of infectious greed and sabers unsheathed,
scientists have discovered that the small, brave act of cooperating
with another person, of choosing trust over cynicism, generosity
over selfishness, makes the brain light up with quiet
joy.
1 - The Most Important Lesson
During my second month of college, our professor gave us a
pop quiz. I was a conscientious student and had breezed through
the questions, until I read the last one: "What is the
first name of the woman who cleans the school?" Surely
this was some kind of joke. I had seen the cleaning woman
several times. She was tall, dark-haired and in her 50s, but
how would I know her name? I handed in my paper, leaving the
last question blank. Just before class ended, one student
asked if the last question would count toward our quiz grade.
"Absolutely," said the professor. "In your
careers, you will meet many people. All are significant. They
deserve your attention and care, even if all you do is smile
and say 'hello'." I've never forgotten that lesson. I also
learned her name was Dorothy.
2 - Second Important Lesson - Pickup in the Rain
One night, at 11:30 PM, an older African American woman was
standing on the side of an Alabama highway trying to endure
a lashing rain storm. Her car had broken down and she desperately
needed a ride. Soaking wet, she decided to flag down the next
car. A young white man stopped to help her, generally unheard
of in those conflict-filled 1960s. The man took her to safety,
helped her get assistance and put her into a taxicab. She
seemed to be in a big hurry, but wrote down his address and
thanked him. Seven days went by and a knock came on the man's
door. To his surprise, a giant console color TV was delivered
to his home. A special note was attached. It read:
"Thank you so much for assisting
me on the highway the other night. The rain drenched not only
my clothes, but also my spirits. Then you came along. Because
of you, I was able to make it to my dying husband's bedside
just before he passed away. God bless you for helping me and
unselfishly serving others."
Sincerely,
Mrs. Nat King Cole.
3 - Third Important Lesson - Always remember those who serve
In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10
year old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table.
A waitress put a glass of water in front of him. "How
much is an ice cream sundae?" he asked "Fifty cents,"
replied the waitress. The little boy pulled his hand out of
his pocket and studied the coins in it. "Well, how much
is a plain dish of ice cream?" he inquired. By now more
people were waiting for a table and the waitress was growing
impatient. "Thirty-five cents," she brusquely replied."
The little boy again counted his coins. "I'll have the
plain ice cream," he said. The waitress brought the ice
cream, put the bill on the table and walked away. The boy
finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and left. When the
waitress came back, she began to cry as she wiped down the
table. There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, were two
nickels and five pennies. You see, he couldn't have the sundae,
because he had to have enough left to leave her a tip.
4 - Fourth Important Lesson - The Obstacle in Our Path
In ancient times, a King had a boulder placed on the roadway.
Then he hid himself and watched to see if anyone would remove
the huge rock. Some of the king's wealthiest merchants and
courtiers came by and simply walked around it. Many loudly
blamed the king for not keeping the roads clear, but none
did anything about getting the stone out of the way. Then
a peasant came along carrying a load of vegetables. Upon approaching
the boulder, the peasant laid down his burden and tried to
move the stone to the side of the road. After much pushing
and straining, he finally succeeded. After the peasant picked
up his load of vegetables, he noticed a purse lying in the
road where the boulder had been. The purse contained many
gold coins and a note from the king indicating that the gold
was for the person who removed the boulder from the roadway.
The peasant learned what many of us never understand. Every
obstacle presents an opportunity to improve our condition.
5 - Fifth Important Lesson - Giving When it Counts
Many years ago, when I worked as a volunteer at a hospital,
I got to know a little girl named Liz who was suffering from
a rare and serious disease. Her only chance of recovery appeared
to be a blood transfusion from her 5-year old brother, who
had miraculously survived the same disease and had developed
the antibodies needed to combat the illness. The doctor explained
the situation to her little brother, and asked the little
boy if he would be willing to give his to his sister. I saw
him hesitate for only a moment before taking a deep breath
and saying, "Yes, I'll do it if it will save her."
As the transfusion progressed, he lay in bed next to his sister
and smiled, as we all did, seeing the color returning to her
cheek. Then his face grew pale and his smile faded. He looked
up at The doctor and asked with a trembling voice, "Will
I start to die right away?" Being young, the little boy
had misunderstood the doctor; he thought he was going to have
to give his sister all of his blood in order to save her.
You see, after all, understanding and attitude, are everything.
(Author unknown)
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