My Take on Chick-fil-a

Yes, in this country we have freedom of speech, and it is one of the most important rights that we have. But with that right comes responsibility. Just because you CAN say something doesn't mean that you SHOULD. For the record, hate speech is technically protected by the First Amendment; that doesn't mean that you should use it. Does anybody remember Don Imus and his remarks about that black basketball player in 2007? But even though the First Amendment technically protects hate speech, that is not what it was intended to do. The First Amendment was designed to protect people from oppression by the secular and religious authorities. Once upon a time, people like Galileo were placed under house arrest for claiming that the earth goes around the sun. Once upon a time, people like Martin Luther were excommunicated for standing up, criticizing corruption, and voicing their convictions. Once upon a time, people like Giordano Bruno and Savonarola were burned at the stake for what they taught and for what they believed. 

The statue of Giordano Bruno in Rome's Campo de' Fiori

The Burning of Girolamo Savonarola in Florence, 1497

Ratified in 1791, less than a hundred years after the Salem Witch Trials, the First Amendment was designed to protect us, life and limb, from intellectual oppression and persecution. It is one of our most sacred laws in the land. It is designed to keep us free from the fear that people live with every day in North Korea and Iran, and from the fear that the name of Nazi Germany still inspires in us. The Chick-fil-a controversy is NOT an issue of freedom of speech. Dan Cathy is NOT being being put on trial or persecuted by the government for his remarks. Like it or not, there is no denying that his right to speak his mind is protected by our laws, nor is that right in any way in jeopardy by our government. And I believe in that right. But for his abuse of the responsibility that goes with that right, I say he's an ass. And I'm exercising my right to say that. Whether he's an ass of the gluteus maximus or of the barnyard variety, I leave to my readers to decide. I exercise my right bluntly, but with a modicum of class and verbal ambiguity. Words are dangerous, especially to the one who speaks them, and their use requires tact, which is an important lesson that I am always learning. If Don Cathy makes an ass of himself, that is not a crime. I don't think he should go to jail for it, nor is he likely to. But he still made an ass of himself. Would you want to do that?

I want to make an analogy here. In one of my college classes, I heard the opinion of someone from South Jersey who announced that he flies the Confederate flag. He claimed that he does so because to him the Confederate flag is not a symbol of hatred and slavery but a symbol of states' rights. Well, I can support someone's belief in the rights of states, but there was a flaw in this young man's logic:  because his claim ignores the fact that the right that the Confederate states wanted was the right to own another human being. The claim by those who fly that flag today (some of them here in New Jersey) obscures the real issue of the 1860's, which was NOT the right of states to secede from the Union but the question of whether we are going to recognize another human being as a full and equal human being under the law. The country was NOT divided by the issue of states' rights but by the issue of slavery vs. abolition. And the issue at hand is NOT one of freedom of speech or freedom of religion but of whether or not we are going to butt into another person's life and call it law and righteousness. The issue is whether or not we are going to fully end decades of ignorance and centuries of shame and oppression and finally recognize another person as a full and equal human being, even if we do not understand one of their basic instincts. I never understood why people love football, but I don't think it's morally wrong. I don't understand what people like about hamburgers—I find them rather dry—but I don't think that the tastebuds and preferences of hamburger lovers are morally degenerate. But that is what has been imputed to gay men and women for centuries. THAT is what this issue boils down to, nothing more, nothing less.

In the past, the Bible has been used (on television) to justify slavery. I can remember a video clip from a class or a documentary, in which a Southern politician or reverend went on television during the Civil Rights movement and read the Biblical story of Noah's curse of his son Ham and used this passage to justify the slavery of black people by whites. Nor, apparently, was this man the first to do so; see the Curse of Ham. But we did not let that interpretation win out in the 1960's. We recognized it as bigoted, oppressive, and wrong. We followed Martin Luther King instead of the segregationists, whose names we do not even remember. For centuries, the Bible has also been used to justify homophobia. Are we going to let that interpretation win out? Are we going to use the Bible to justify the Inquisition once again? There are other alternatives. Hatred does not have to win out.

Even the Jim Henson Company is on board with the Chick-fil-a boycott. This tells us something: a company named after a man who spent his life educating and entertaining children does not want those children to learn to hate themselves or others and to stifle their own happiness, creativity, and growth. Dan Cathy is wrong. You do not have the right to tell someone else he or she cannot get married. No one has that right. In the words of Toula's mother in My Big Fat Greek Wedding, "No one has that right."

On Religious Freedoms

I saw a link to this article on a friend's Facebook page today. http://catholicexchange.com/155317/

It was an interesting article, and I have a few very important thoughts on this issue.

I strongly support religious freedom and believe that churches should not be required to pay for medical procedures to which they object for moral and religious reasons. I believe that the First Amendment is important and that the government should not regulate religious institutions in this way. If churches oppose contraception and abortion and have done so vocally for decades, it is part of their religious beliefs, and they should not be required to pay for these procedures. The government should not require clergy members to become hypocrites and preach something that they are not allowed to practice. If churches are exempt from property tax, they should also be exempt from paying for health insurance for abortion and contraception, if they oppose these things for religious reasons. However, employees of religious institutions should at least be able to get coverage for these procedures and medications, should the need ever arise. Employees across the country could form a union and get group coverage at a discounted rate for procedures exempted under the First Amendment. There is a better solution or compromise to this problem, and I think we need to explore other options. I like that the Southern Baptist churches are banding together with the Catholic bishops on THAT issue.

However, there is a great irony here. Even though the Southern Baptist churches uphold that "God has granted to all human beings the freedom to worship or not to worship according to the dictates of their consciences (Matthew 23:37; Revelation 3:20)," even citing Scripture to their purpose, and even though they fight for the religious freedoms of themselves and of Catholics, they are not upholding that freedom "to worship or not to worship" equally, by not upholding that freedom among lesbian, gay, bisexual, and transgender people in the military and in the family.

This is not an issue of morality or immorality. Christian morality was adapted from Jewish morality, leaving behind many Jewish laws in the process (such as circumcision and dietary laws); and as Christianity continues to develop, it could certainly leave behind other Jewish laws in the future. Morality, which can in fact change over time, is not the issue here. The issue at heart is people's freedom to follow their hearts and to live as who they really are without fear of reprisal. Every person is born with an innate, God-given potential, a special talent that sets him apart from a majority of others and that also links him to a minority of others who share that talent. People have a need and an inner duty to develop that potential in order to truly live and be happy. That potential could be a talent with music, or a talent with words, or a talent with computers, or a talent with athletics. And just as musicians and athletes have to struggle to achieve their very best, men and women who are naturally attracted to the same sex have to struggle to achieve their own happiness and place in this world. And they have a right to do that without fear of reprisal. They have a right to seek out and find a person whom they want to spend the rest of their lives with. They have a right to build a life and a family with that person. This is not a case of morality. This is a case of people who are no more or less morally perfect than you or I, who want a family, just as so many others do. These are people who do not want to "live in sin," but actually want to live out in the open with someone they care about and raise children as a family. That should be enough to show how much they want to live in accord with traditional expectations. They want the actual sanctity of marriage, and not just the tax benefits.

Some people are born with different attractions. Others are born with different abilities. Still others are born with different skin colors. And still others are born in different countries, speak different tongues, eat different foods, practice different customs, or believe in different gods (or not-gods) and practice different ways of spirituality. None of us is the same, but we all have to follow our own paths. As Zeus says in Clash of the Titans: "Find and fulfill your destiny." It is a statement in the imperative. Every man has to find and fulfill his own destiny. No man has the right to impose a destiny on another.

Whatever thoughts you have in life come to you naturally, and thankfully, we have a First Amendment that protects your right to speak those thoughts out loud without fear of reprisal. However, with that right comes the obligation to let others express their thoughts and to live according to their needs. The Southern Baptist churches certainly have a right to express their thoughts about same-sex attractions. However, if they value religious freedom as they say they do, they also have an obligation to stand aside and to let people make their own decisions about how to live their own lives and pursue their own happiness. They have a right to preach their beliefs, but not to force others to conform. No one has that right. If the Southern Baptist churches oppose the Health and Human Services Mandate on the grounds of religious freedom, they must also oppose the Defense of Marriage Act because it is in fact a religiously based impediment to someone else's pursuit of happiness. It is their moral duty to do so. They cannot play as "Cafeteria Catholics," picking and choosing what rules they want to live by. That is the mandate in this country: freedom and justice for all. Not for a few but for all.

Common Sense Religion or Craziness?

This is a response inspired by the Catholic Science Geek's blog post of yesterday, Sunday, May 27, 2012. 

Interestingly, I was once contacted by a Christian group while at Montclair's Sprague Library.  It was probably by people from the same group that the CSG describes in her post.  I was looking up a few books (always for fun, rarely for class) when two Hispanic students, one female and one male, stopped me to ask if I would take a survey.  I said, "Sure."

The girl asked me what I knew about Passover.  This was a few years after my Jewish period and my Arthurian Legend/Holy Grail period, so I was reasonably knowledgeable.  They were both impressed.  However, they then asked about the way to salvation.  And they asserted that it was through the Passover.  In the back of my Catholic-educated mind, I knew that Jesus as "the Lamb of God" was sacrificed during the Jewish Passover feast—in fact as the new Passover feast for the Christians.  Catholics commemorate this feast at every Mass, when they reenact the Last Supper of Christ, when he lifted up the bread and said, "Take this all of you and eat it.  This is my Body which will be given up for you," and of course, "Do this in memory of me."  Furthermore, even though substituting the literal lamb of the Jewish Passover, this sacrifice of Jesus on the Cross is reenacted at Mass when the bread, "the Body of Christ," is broken and eaten by his followers. 

The Last Supper by Tintoretto

However, the Passover of the Catholic Mass was not good enough for these people.  They opened up their Scripture and pointed out to me numerous passages referring to the necessity of the Passover.  I suggested, "What about attending the Jewish Passover as a Christian?"  (Yes, I had once toyed with the idea of converting to Judaism and joining the Jews for Jesus.)  Here, the young man stepped in and asked, "Why would you go to a Jewish Passover?  Who killed Jesus?"  To which I replied, "The Romans.  Led on by the priests.  Jesus, his mother, and his first followers were all Jewish."  (But that's another post I've been working on.)  Apparently, the Passover of the Jews (who had it first) was not good enough for these people, either.  It was their Passover they wanted me to attend.  Well, they may have been better talkers than I am and may have won the Scriptural argument, but they did not win my conviction or my attendance.  (My heresy was already beginning by that point.)  Like Huck Finn, I may be going to hell, but at least I'll be there with the people I care about. 

One of the reasons that I've included this anecdote is because there is a fine line these days between a legitimate church and a cult.  Cult is a general word in Latin for religion or devotion, and the English word keeps that connotation in academia when speaking of the Ancient Roman "cults" or "religious followings" of Adonis, Attis, Isis, etc.  However, there is a certain point when a religion becomes a little non-rational.  Perhaps the religion of Attis is today referred to as a cult because the priests of Attis danced madly around a pole and castrated themselves.  On the other hand, perhaps it was not so irrational a cult at that time, when many practices strange to us today were connected with fertility rites. 

However, there is a certain point when the ego becomes inflated, and that is irrational and can lead to danger.  When humans proclaim themselves as gods, their rationality is always suspect.  (Think about the lead in the water of Ancient Rome.)  Cults of men who proclaimed themselves gods are nothing new, nor are they dead today.  Look at the "cults" of personality that prevailed in Communist countries:  Lenin, Stalin, Mao.  Stalin means "man of steel" in Russian; this man had a very distinctive god-complex, even though he tore down other people's gods and Gods and persecuted them for practicing their very ancient religions. 

Furthermore, in addition to modern cults, there were also ancient cults of personality.  In addition to Caligula and Nero, who claimed to be gods on earth and wreaked all kinds of havoc on the Romans and their Empire, there was also Antiochus IV Epiphanes, descended from one of Alexander the Great's generals, who ruled what is now Syria and Palestine.  He was made famous in the Books of the Maccabees when he attempted to install a statue of Zeus into the Temple of Jerusalem.  Antiochus was one of many Seleucids who interfered with Jewish religious affairs, such as Heliodorus. 

The Expulsion of Heliodorus from the Temple by Gérard de Lairesse

This ties into the CSG's blog post because the church that she starts out describing was founded by Ahn Sahng-hong, a man whom this church considers to be the Second Coming of Christ.  It is interesting that the church in question, the World Mission Society Church of God, is based in South Korea, not too far from the border of North Korea, a country known for its cults of personality under Kim Il-Sung and Kim Jung-Il.  Not to mention James Frazer's Golden Bough reference to the former King of Korea as a taboo person, forbidden to be touched because of the divine power he possessed, a common belief and practice among many peoples around the world. Perhaps there's just something in the water or the kimchi juice out there.  

This reminds me of a strange piece of history that I picked up from my interest in Russian opera.  Ivan the Terrible had an illegitimate son known as Dimitry of Uglich.  While Dimitry was a child, he died mysteriously, either from a seizure that caused him to fall onto the daggers he had been playing with, or from an assassination, rumored to be secretly backed by the regent, Boris Godunov.  Well, a few years later, when the Russian Ryurikid dynasty had run out of heirs, and Boris Godunov was ruling as Tsar, Dimitry allegedly returned to claim the throne of Russia.  This Pretender Dimitry rose to power with the aid of the Polish nobility, who had their own designs on conquering Russia, so he was killed and cremated, with his ashes being molded into a cannon ball and shot back towards Poland.  (In the words of Anna Russell, "I'm not making this up, you know.")  However, two more successive pretenders arose, each claiming to be Dimitry.  Thus, the tales say that Dimitry was supposedly killed and rose from the dead three times in Russia.  Meanwhile, the real Dimitry of Uglich is venerated as a saint in the Russian Orthodox Church. 

The Pious Tsarevich Saint Dimitry of Uglich.  Oooo!

Is this what is going on now?  With people claiming to be Jesus?  And Mary? 

Not to say that it can't happen.  There are certain things beyond human comprehension, and I just have to leave a little piece of my mind open to say, "What if."  And the idea that a certain leader is divine can have a powerful influence for good.  Look at the power that the Dalai Lama has on those who listen to him.  It can even work in a small, primal society.  In ancient, or even prehistoric, times, kings were recognized as gods and regularly sacrificed to fertilize the mother goddess of the Earth (much to the kings' chagrin in later times).

The Golden Bough by J.M.W. Turner.  Not to be confused with Ike Turner.

But the idea that a specific person is a god or God can be very dangerous in modern society.  Nazism is perhaps best understood as a sort of religion gone wrong because, to all intents and purposes, Hitler was deified and worshiped by his followers.  The idea of a man worshiped as a god can inspire a zeal that can coax them into all sorts of bloody wars and crimes against humanity. 

We need to be very careful when we practice or explore a religion.  There is such a thing as common sense.  I think that most of us have it, which is why it is called common.  However, it is important to take ideas with a grain of salt and to keep both feet planted firmly on the ground.  This was the example that Jesus Christ himself set forth in one of his temptations:  he refused to twist Scripture out of context and cast himself down from a cliff in the hope or expectation that angels would catch him.  We all should think so sensibly. 

Major Jitters About the Future

I'm so nervous. I'm putting in an application to take a Language Competitive Examination with a prestigious international organization. If I am accepted, I will take the six and a half hour exam in language translation in the middle of July. If I pass it, I will be called back for an interview, where I will have to translate a text on sight. If I make it successfully through the interview, I will be put on a roster and may be called to fill in a post as a translator at any of six to eight locations around the world. I would serve in that post for a probationary period of two years. It's a wonderful chance to live overseas and gain work experience, as well as to contribute to an organization that makes a difference.

I suppose I'm more nervous if I actually get the position than if I don't. I've always wanted to travel overseas and see the world. If stationed in Europe, I would also be paid enough to make a few weekend trips to see the major sites. If offered the position, I would take it because I just could not pass up that kind of opportunity. But I could also be stationed in Beirut, which I'm learning is a definitively vibrant city, but is also located in a political hotbed.

And if I took a job on another continent, what would I do so far away from mom and dad? I don't always see eye to eye with my father, and we clashed a lot a few years ago, but I would still miss him. I wouldn't be who I am today without him. I wouldn't be preparing to take the steps I am without his own efforts at self-improvement. I guess my father will be with me wherever I go.

And what about my mother? Who will cook my meals and my breakfast like she does—like a pro! And what would she do without me nearby? I am very much attached to my both parents. But my mother has always had a difficult time about my going long distances away. I remember the time we were watching My Big Fat Greek Wedding, and she asked (only half jokingly) if I would move into the house next door like Toula did. As for me, I want to travel, but I also want to have my parents close by.

Also, I'm a little nervous about living out in the world on my own. Not that I'm afraid something might happen to me...... except in certain places. But for some reason, I am now more keenly aware than ever of the need for the emotional support of close friends and family. I guess losing people I care about has taught me that. Maybe that need is what has kept me so close to home during all these years of questioning.

I need to step out into the world. Maybe I am ready to work with this organization, maybe not. Maybe this organization is more of a step for a little later on down the road. But I'm going to give it a shot and do the very best I can on this application and on the exam, if I make it.

If I don't make it, I want to enroll in a graduate program this year. Grad school will be a good place to gain professional experience, complete my professional training, get involved in a community, build connections for the future, and perhaps meet a significant other. No, I am not contemplating graduate school as a place to hide. I've completed my turtle years. I am looking at graduate school as a place to ripen.

I don't have to step into the international translation part just now, even if I am ready to go out into the world. After completing the application, I realize they may not admit me to the exam because I know I don't have a lot of professional experience. But that doesn't bother me. I'm not going to let a little rejection bruise my ego. At this point in my life, I would rather apply and lose than not apply at all. I'm making the effort now to move out into the world and develop my professional experience. So whatever experience I lack, I will go out and get right now.

But for the moment, I'm going to relax, work on a couple other projects this weekend, and maybe socialize a little bit. The weekend has begun.

A Little Inspiration

Man, I nearly lost it at work this morning.  I swear, some of these kids are getting more vacuous and annoying every year.  Or, maybe I'm just beginning to lose what little patience I have left with other people.  I'm really beginning to grow tired of my job and grow out of it.  And I know I'm overqualified for it.

However, I'm not terribly upset.  Because finally, the walls are coming down.  I'm not running from something this year; I'm running to something.  I have finally pulled through my crises.  I have finally found answers that work for me.  

I don't know what work I'm going to find this year.  But I know I'll be taking a step forward and a step up.  And then grad school.  And then a career, hopefully, living overseas.  And I want to do small projects on the side:  like learn to trade stocks, or invest in real estate, or create a small business or restaurant, or write a book.  There are so many possibilities available right here and right now.  There is so much more to life than a 9-to-5 drudge.  All you need is exposure to new things—and a willingness to try them—and a whole world opens up. 

Intelligence makes all the difference in the world, and you need to surround yourself with it.  You need to seek out people who are making a difference in their own lives and also in the lives of others.  Because these are the problem-solvers.  These are the people who make it out of their slumps.  These are the people who can get the country and the world out of its ruts. 

And that's all we're going through right now:  a slump.  We—Europe and the United States—have gone through many changes in our culture and our industry in the last two centuries.  We have had a long day and are ready for a good night's rest.  I don't know how long that rest will be:  perhaps a few decades, perhaps a century or more.  However, we go to rest now to rise again later.  That is just what I did over the last five years. 

In fact, I'm very excited.  Even with rising costs such as education, taxes, and health care, I now know of a few ways of achieving what I want in life—ways that are more conducive to my own personality than the ones I imagined in my teens.  Of course, I still imagine myself as wealthy and famous.  I have always imagined myself as one day becoming wealthy, famous, cultured, and well-traveled.  I've worked on the cultured part.  I've begun working on the well-traveled part.  Now I'm going to continue working on the traveled part and begin the wealthy part. 

I am now going to close with a story. 

Once upon a time there was a young clerk who worked for the Russian government.  He had loved music as a child and always showed musical promise, but for now he worked at a desk, pushing papers all day.  He was not happy with his job.  In fact, he was so bored with it that one day he added a little spice to his life by crumpling up an important document and eating it. 

Julia Child always recommends a little mustard
with important documents.

That was when he decided to pursue his love of music.  He enrolled in the newly founded Moscow Conservatory of Music.  He drank in everything musical and showed such outstanding ability that the head of the Conservatory asked him to teach classes, while still a student.  He was later appointed as a professor. 

While working and teaching, he began to compose his own music.  He wrote a concerto for piano and orchestra, dedicating it to the head of the Conservatory, who viscerally rejected it at first.  Although shaken by the criticism, our young hero dedicated it to another patron, who had it performed publicly.  It met with thunderous applause all over Moscow, and still does.  The young man had finally found his calling and his place. 

Listen to it here. 

That young clerk turned composer was named Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky.  He went on to write symphonies, ballets, and operas that are loved all over the world.  The story of his success is one we can all remember as people looking for our places in life.  No matter how mundane your current position is, there is always your bliss somewhere, waiting for you to find it. 

The Quest for the Future Continues.....

Well, I had a very fun day yesterday.  I hung out with some of my friends from college, and together we went to a Greek festival at Saint George's Greek Orthodox Church in Hamilton, NJ.  Food, music, art, good company, laughter, dancing (or not), and then dinner at my friend's home all conspired to pass a very pleasant afternoon and evening.  Much joy and cheer were had by all of us who attended.

But now I can't help but express that I'm starting to feel nervous (or continuing to).  I've been putting in a few different applications.  Of course, I'm trying to be creative.  And in reality, I've only just begun doing the job search recently.  Part of my question is:  how do I translate the experiences of my last five years into something that looks good on a résumé and sounds good in an interview?

My journey has been a largely inner one.  How do I say in an interview:  I've been kicked in the groin?  I lost one of the most important people in my life; my religion and even my family broke down; but my whole world opened up to new ideas and possibilities; and I have been looking for reasons to be on this planet......... and not merely as a zombie droning through life obsessively stuffing blind mouthfuls into my flaking corpse flesh, but as an actual living breathing human being self-aware and planet-aware with large aspirations and the means to achieve them.  I have been looking for something to live for and strive for, and now I may actually have it. 

The only thing I have wanted from life that has never changed:  to travel widely and live overseas.  That is my mission in life.  That is what I am working for.  I know that with my own particular talents and traits, I won't be doing it as a musician or as a teacher.

I also know that I need and want a family.  I don't always feel like I belong—in any of the groups of which I have been a member, including family, including friends, including classes, including the workplace.  But I still want family and friends.  Even a hermit does not exist truly alone but in communion with the life of the nature around him—and even in the world he leaves behind. 

I also want to have wealth and security.  I know that employees are not always valued by their employers, especially when they reach old age.  I am not anywhere near that threshold.  Time is on my side.  But I want to use that time wisely, and to lay the foundations of security for the future.  I want good food and cheer and the ability to share these things with the people I care about, whom I know deserve them. 
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I wrote the above about 9 hours ago.  I'm so tired right now.  It was a long day (after a short night).  I know I could have been more productive today and could be more productive right now.  But I just began the chapter on Daoism in the book I'm reading (God Is Not One, by Stephen Prothero).  There is something to be said for "wandering"—it is part of the name of my blog, after all.  I had a nice wander this afternoon in the backyard, in the fine drizzle, trampling the wet grass, and admiring the flowers in the garden my mother planted this weekend.  I think wandering allows one to find one's purpose in life, especially wandering among nature.  It brings out the Entish wisdom of "Don't be hasty."  I will arrive at my destination—in time.  Sooner, later, does it matter?  I don't have to be full of financial assets to to enjoy small pleasures or share them.  The important thing is to enjoy them along the way. 

Wrath About Our Values

We have major problems in our country today. If we rewarded people according to the service they provide, teachers would be thanked and paid the salaries of NBA stars, while NBA stars would be paid what teachers make now.

Furthermore, I am fed up with the apathy I have seen around me. And I am particularly fed up with apathy on the part of teenagers in schools. We have forgotten how privileged we are in so many ways in this country. My mother's parents were peasants, quite literally. They grew up in Italy during the 1930's and 1940's. Both of them were so poor that they had to leave school after only the first or second grade to go to work on the farm to help their families. That was the extent of the education that my grandparents had in their entire lifetime. There were times growing up when they did not have food on the table. However, conditions were much worse in other parts of Italy (see Carlo Levi's book Christ Stopped at Eboli), and grew worse for my grandparents when were teenagers. At some point during World War II, the Germans put my grandmother and her family into an internment camp, where they were cramped into close, dirty quarters with many other Italians like them. Ticks, biting insects, hunger, and sickness were a major problem for all the inmates. Somehow, my grandmother and her family survived. The Germans also went around the villages raiding for food and wine. My grandfather told me he was so hungry that he ate 48 ears of corn when the war finally ended—just as he turned 18 years old. However, in spite of this hardship, after World War II, my grandparents met, married, worked hard, came to America, raised seven children (nearly all of whom went to college), paid off their house, and retired. In one lifetime, my grandparents lifted their family up from the peasantry and into the middle class. We are so lucky to have what we have in this country: food and shelter, education and opportunity. We should be very careful not to take them for granted.

There are far worse problems in other parts of the world than those that most of us face here. In some countries in equatorial East Africa, many people cannot even grow food because of long and terrible droughts that lead to famines and mass starvation. I have a friend whose mother is from the Philippines. Early one morning in her home country, she was running to church and was almost shot by a guard who suddenly popped out from a corner with an AK-47, expecting to confront an insurgent on a terrorist mission and not a girl running late for Mass. These represent just some of the tremendous threats to human health and safety that people face every day around the world.

I realize that I have about as much tact as Bill Gates, but this is just a taste of some of the problems happening elsewhere in the world—and also in some of the inner cities here at home. We should not have to motivate our children or our adults to do their school work or their jobs. Free public education is a privilege—and historically a very recent one at that. We should be thankful for the education we have received. Even if we didn't always understand why we learned it at the time, every class we took gave us a new skill that we can apply to the world around us. Every day that we worked, whether we liked our job or not, has put food on our table and kept the wolves at bay for at least one more day. We should be thankful for what we have received. Even if we did not like what we received, we should be thankful that we had it at all. And in some cases, we may also be thankful for the additional option to exchange what we have received for something that suits us better.

Returning to the above issue, where are the teenagers' attention and motivation going these days? To social networks, text messages, and games on their iPods. iPods are not a necessity. They are not even a privilege. They are a luxury. However, I will not deny that today the Internet is a necessity. The Internet is a powerful tool that can ignite grassroots movements, initiate commerce, support research (in almost every area possibly imaginable), initiate job and college searches, and yes, even support our social and family connections. The iPod is not good or bad in itself, except in how it is used. The iPod is wonderful when used for entertainment. But it should NOT be used for entertainment during work time or class time. I have seen a lot of iPods used by teenagers as distractions for just such a purpose. Now, we cannot be all business all the time. The great joys in life are from small pleasures and good times with good company. My own procrastinations are particularly infamous among my friends from college. But there is a certain point when the job needs to get done. And there's a certain point where parents, indulging the whims of their children, are creating a Frankenstein's monster by indiscriminately getting iPods and iPhones for their teenagers—or allowing them to buy these products for themselves—without demonstrating the priority of their own education and work. Responsibility is key in life and needs to be taught from experience, and it needs to be taught at home. When a teacher calls home about a student, but the parent interrupts the teacher in order to call the teenager on her cell phone in the middle of class for a scolding, that shows us why the teenager is having problems in school. It shows a lack of priorities. That sound of the iPhone ringing in the middle of class is the sound of our future going down the tubes. It is a misuse of a luxury, a misuse of a tool, and a lack of priorities. Give me a plunger, because I will not let our future—or my own—go down without a fight.

Now, even though I've used examples from real life, my point is not to criticize individuals. Nor is my point to romanticize the past of my grandparents compared to our own relatively pampered lifestyle. My point is to criticize our values and our priorities. My point is also to assert that this strength and resilience to overcome need did not only exist in Italy during World War II—they exist today, and we can call upon them any time. We have forgotten need. We have forgotten what it is to truly go hungry. Perhaps that excess of wealth over the last fifty years has taught us to be complacent. We have let ourselves become flabby. Perhaps that is why countries that have suffered terrible need, such as India and China, are now emerging and powerful markets. But we will find a way out of our own flabbiness—even if we have to learn hunger again. We are undergoing a stage, but not a permanent condition. Yes, we have many problems in our country. Yes, there is much greed, corruption, theft of funds, kickbacks, and more. I do not believe that people are innately good. I believe that people have an overwhelming propensity to choose the wrong thing, myself included. However, people can be whipped into shape, as any sports coach, choir master, or drill sergeant can tell you. What we need is discipline. This requires rules. No, we do not need to abide by rules rigidly or unflinchingly, for this can be stifling. But we do need to develop a very elaborate set of guidelines for a very large variety of situations. We need to establish our priorities and develop a regimen. We need to live FOR something, and iPod and gossip are just not going to cut it. My question is: what are YOU living for?