Once upon a time, when I was much younger and more naive, I was also less cynical. Somewhere along the way, I learned an old saying about politicians: "watch his lips, if they're moving, he's probably lying." Then I discovered the same truth holds for corporations, corporate executives, ads, marketing, etc. Having a former President like Nixon claim "I am not a crook;" or one like Bush proclaim "Mission Accomplished;" or a Democrat like Clinton sell out workers and the environment with NAFTA and "Welfare reform;" failed to help me rescind my cynicism.
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Photo by J. Harrington
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The question all this leaves me with is "can an economy function, never mind thrive, based on mutual distrust?" Here's a contemporary example, based only on my speculation. For the first year or so of the pandemic, it was pretty obvious that no helpful information was likely to come out of the White House or the remainder of the Washington, D.C. establishment. Even after the election was settled (it is settled now, isn't it?) the credibility of the CDC had been undermined and severely tainted by political influence, or the appearance thereof. Now, before we've reached a stage of herd immunity, we're being told we can, if we're fully vaccinated, remove our masks. How are we to know that the unvaccinated aren't lying? What about the children? Just this morning I read that "removing masks isn't a mandate." Talk about mixed messages.
Meanwhile, as a society we've claimed that certain workers are essential but don't pay them as if they are or treat them with much respect, if any at all. And then employers wonder why it's a challenge to get folks to return to work. I wouldn't, if I were still in the labor force. Why? I very much doubt my employer would see me as essential; nor guarantee a safe work place; nor provide adequate leave should I become ill. It's almost as if many employers believe workers should be grateful for crumbs from the table. The idiot who claimed to Make America Great Again left out several critical ingredients in that recipe: honesty, integrity and reciprocity, leading to the establishment of trust. Without trust, on what basis do we trade?
A Perfect Mess
By Mary Karr
For David Freedman
I read somewherethat if pedestrians didn’t break traffic laws to crossTimes Square whenever and by whatever means possible,the whole citywould stop, it would stop.Cars would back up to Rhode Island,an epic gridlock not even a catcould thread through. It’s not law but the sprawlof our separate wills that keeps us all flowing. Today I lovedthe unprecedented gallof the piano movers, shoving a roped-up baby grandup Ninth Avenue before a thunderstorm.They were a grim and hefty pair, cynicalas any day laborers. They knew what was coming,the instrument white lacquered, the sky bulging blackas a bad water balloon and in one pinprick instantit burst. A downpour like a fire hose.For a few heartbeats, the whole city stalled,paused, a heart thump, then it all went staccato.And it was my pleasure to witness a notinsignificant miracle: in one instant every blackumbrella in Hell’s Kitchen opened on cue, everyonestill moving. It was a scene from an unwritten opera,the sails of some vast armada.And four old ladies interrupted their own slow progressto accompany the piano movers.each holding what might have once beenlace parasols over the grunting men. I passed nextthe crowd of pastel ballerinas huddledunder the corner awning,in line for an open call — stork-limbed, ankleszigzagged with ribbon, a few passing a lit cigarettearound. The city feeds on beauty, starvesfor it, breeds it. Coming home after midnight,to my deserted block with its famously highsubway-rat count, I heard a tenor exhale purelonging down the brick canyons, the steaming moonopened its mouth to drink from on high ...
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