Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Running on Empty


 

 

It’s a new day. We have moved back to Delaware. I’ve switched shifts at work from 2nd to 1st. I am on the same schedule as most people I know, most significantly my family. I get to see my wife and daughter every day and we even have dinner together. But before I can eat, I walk in and out of the front door a few times, assessing the weather. I dress appropriately and I lace up my Pumas.

            Silently, I glance at the wooden stairs going down to the sidewalk. I feel my muscles tighten and relax as I go through the three warm up stretches. The tightness nears pain as I bend completely over to touch my toes, something I could not have done a year ago. There’s no place for celebration though and pride leads to complacency and too many times, for me anyway, to laziness. There’s only one thing that works. I have to run.

            I drank enough water today. I had some fruit for breakfast and a decent, but not too heavy lunch. Still, I’m only a few weeks into this routine. I’m not completely sure I can run as far as I want to. I don’t know what I’ve got in the tank. I know it’s always a little more than I think though and that I have it in me, even when I’m running on empty.

            There are two runs and I try to alternate. The 1 mile is from our end to the opposite end of the street we live on and back. The 2 mile starts with a walk across the street and then 6 laps around the outskirts of the park. On the first route, as I run up the street, I feel the turns in the sidewalk that are cut to separate the parking lot for each building. These are all right turns. I have to slow and make the cuts. As I build stamina, I am able to do this with more finesse. It feels natural and familiar. It’s a short run, so I try to run with some pace. I love the soft evening breeze in my face and on my neck. I watch people watering their flowers and working on their cars. Neighbors meet each other at the edge of their yards.


            The second run is more monotonous. It is around and around the same slab of blacktop. But the park is alive; teenagers with cars pull up by the basketball courts; music blaring their sound, their normal. There are other runners who nod and smile, folks walking their dogs, a father and his young daughter playing tennis. Much like writing, running is a thing that leads me to see other things. I see life and I feel the richness of an otherly world; people and things that exist outside of me but truly are a part of me.

            I dig deep in my lungs and the world whispers “Go”.

Monday, August 15, 2016


Words Trumped

 

There is no way to communicate without some form of language. Not everyone uses audible words, but everyone who wishes to be part of the larger community (neighborhood, religious group, country) must develop and sustain a pattern of interaction.

Donald Trump, like every person who has ever run for President of the United States, uses words. I like words. I’m a big fan. Over the years, in my meager corner of the world, I have developed fluency and some degree of artistic capacity with words. I appreciate language, written and spoken. I express myself with words. Most do.  

Trump has been quite effective with words (be those words divisive and destructive). What puzzles me is that every pundit or surrogate that stumps for Trump, or tries to defend their personal decision to support him, completely discounts Trump’s words. While most of us hear what Trump says and take him at his word, delivered with seeming authenticity, these talking heads dismiss the insults, lies and insensitivity. They venture to explain what it was that Trump meant, as if the rest of us do not understand the significance of meaning. They move on to attack his opponent(s), leaving a gaping hole in the dialogue required to develop reasonable approaches to solving our nation’s problems and addressing the challenges that jeopardize the peaceful existence of all US citizens and residents.

Supporters (first among them Trump himself) are willing to settle for platitudes and grand-scale passing of the buck. Few seem bothered by what may have been said yesterday, if somehow today’s message might strike a chord with his base. Gaffs that surely would have dismantled the campaign of any previous presidential (or even congressional or senatorial) candidate are swept under the stadium sized rug or thrown out with the morning coffee grounds, as if the rancid odor could only be attributed to the fact that it was said earlier.

I want to know HOW…how an immigration policy that is focused on deportation and punishment rather than extending a hand and bringing new travelers (often child refugees) into the fold will keep our good standing in the community of nations…how giving more tax breaks to the wealthy will assist those without a safety net in being successful and emerging from “entitlement” roles…how national security can be better when the threat of using nuclear weapons has been put back on the table by someone running for the highest office in the land…how Trump plans to replace affordable health care (on day one, he promises) without gutting the plans that millions of Americans on Obamacare are currently counting on to bridge the gap between employment, provide coverage to workers pushed out of already low-paying jobs and replace health care that employers have decided not provide in fear of losing their bottom line (even though workers are really the bottom line!)…and finally how the racial divide can possibly dissolve when Trump can’t figure out what to call people and openly exploits and insults members of other races, people with disabilities and those of other religious beliefs.

When all else fails, the “lesser of two evils” excuse prevails. “No matter how bad Trump is, he’s not as bad as the alternative”. Hillary Clinton may be a flawed candidate and an imperfect human being, but she has an understanding of foreign policy and working with people across the aisle and across the ocean; not because she has made self-interested business deals, but because she has studied players on the world stage and has the wisdom to negotiate deals that benefit both sides. That’s diplomacy and it’s the only way the United States can survive and keep our integrity.
 

Yesterday, during a speech in Virginia, Trump proclaimed that Hillary is going to take everyone’s guns away (a constant accusation from the gun-rights right- a scare tactic that anyone with any knowledge of gun rights would know could not possibly happen in the term of one president). He said she would do this, ultimately, by appointing an anti-gun violence judge to the Supreme Court. He said, “If she gets to pick her judges, nothing you can do folks.” He then added: “Although the Second Amendment       people—maybe there is, I don’t know.”

This is one of those statements that you have to look away from not to see the implication. I don’t believe he was suggesting someone shoot Secretary Clinton, but I also don’t believe he was referring to the power of the gun rights movement to block the Justice appointment. I am in the camp of some of the Trump supporters who believe he was having “good fun”. They believe his appeal is that he is not politically correct and thus calls things has he sees them, not worrying what others will think.
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Well, not funny. And let’s just take the word political out of the tension for now. Let’s just talk about the word incorrect. It is incorrect to be culturally insensitive. Period.  Even if your dad thought the jokes were funny. Even if you think someone else might be overthinking it. Even if it’s not illegal. It’s just not funny.  With words, ugly is much like beauty- it’s in the eye of the beholder. If majorities of Muslims, Hispanics, African Americans are outraged at themes of systematic injustice in our country, there must be something to it. It is helpful not to be defensive; not to feel like you are being personally accused and held responsible for the actions of a few misguided Americans. Rather, listen. Hear these concerns of your co-workers, neighbors and the parents of your child’s friends and schoolmates.

You don’t have to take blame to create change. But you have to make your words count and follow those words with actions. So, vote for words. Vote for integrity. Vote for the possibility of progress. Even if it’s a vote against, it can make progress possible. A vote for Trump can only mean more misspeaks that will leave it up to Trump surrogates to try to repackage message after message and words will have no meaning.