Battle Royale

There’s an interesting phenomena that occurs in here with regularity. Someone will get pissed off about some perceived injustice and, like Martin Luther in front of the Wittenberg Cathedral, post his thesis on the errors he has encountered. Unlike old Martin L, however, the writer mangles his language into a mish mash of gibberish and then posts the memo “anonymously.” Funny, it’s a lot like the folks who take shots at me on the blog.

            

So, the original memo gets posted – typically in the bathroom (after all, nothing says “moving” words like a diatribe over the toilet!) – which leads to another would-be Thoreau responding in kind. The memos all read the same:

            

“It’s time you act like a grown ass man and do ____________.” The response is always follows: “You don’t like it, be a grown ass man and fix it.” It’s always crucial issues like flushing the urinal or cleaning out the sink, life or death issues that require knowledge of philosophy, medicine, geography, and history. O yeah – that’s right; they don’t.

           

I get amused a good deal of the time especially as I notice that the writers invaluably confuse homonyms: “to” for “too,” and the contraction “you’re” for “your.” It takes away from whatever valid point was being made. Did I say valid? The problem is, most of the issues involve basic behavior, you know the things you should have learned growing up, things like: washing your hands, picking up after yourself, being respectful of others.

            

And, the “grown ass man” stuff? Guys say that ad nauseum in here. Problem is, with few exceptions the majority of the men I’m doing time with (all of whom are under age 35) have never had to live or do anything on their own. They’ve been at home with their “mamas” who do their laundry, make their beds, feed them, clothe them, do everything for them. They had no responsibility for anything. Even the children they fathered aren’t their responsibility. The state provides aid and their mothers – even grandmothers – raise the children.

            

Like so much else in here, the words posted in the bathroom are meaningless … just like so many of the lives meandering through this place.

Justice?

I’ve spent a good deal of time the past two weeks working with guys in the American Lit (pre-1890) class.  They have research papers due in another week and have been laboriously reading works by Emerson, Thoreau, Whitman, Melville and Douglass.  The paper assignment is to identify a significant cultural change in America that took place in the 19^th century and discuss various writers in context with that change.  It’s a rather heavy topic, especially for guys who’ve never before been exposed to writers of that era.  So many of the young guys in here see life solely in terms of their experiences.  History, other places, other ideas, are as far away as the sun.

So I had a few guys gathered the other afternoon to discuss a couple of their topics.  I explained the philosophical basis for Thoreau’s essay titled “On Civil Disobedience”, how Thoreau refused to pay taxes to support a war against Mexico and instead willingly went to jail.  Your conscience, your moral compass, Thoreau argued, requires you to say no at times even when everyone else says yes.  It was Thoreau’s challenge to the “band wagon” effect:  right and wrong are not defined by popular opinion.

We read Lincoln’s second Inaugural Address where the 16^th President noted both sides believe God supported their interpretation of His word regarding slavery.  And Lincoln went on to note the bloodletting arose from those firm positions.  Yet, he said, no country could survive where one out of eight were enslaved.

We read Frederick Douglass who quoted the Declaration of Independence and then simply asked – how does America espouse such ideals and then fall so short?

Unfortunately, the disconnect these writers saw in America is not confined to the 19^th century.  Thoreau, Lincoln and Douglass are as relevant today as they were in the 1800s; perhaps more so.

This week the Obama Administration announced that a CIA drone had killed a wanted terrorist in Yemen.  Shortly after the announcement Congressman Ron Paul issued his comments.  He said the dead terrorist was a United States citizen (true), who had never been arrested, tried or convicted (true) of any crime.  And he said it was wrong for America to sanction assassinations.

Ron Paul may be a lot of things, but he is clearly a man of conscience.  He may be the only courageous politician in Washington today.  His comments go against everything this country has espoused and committed since September 11, 2001.  That his comments about justice and law are so rarely heard today should give anyone pause who believes in American exceptionalism.

An exceptional country does not kill – assassinate – with drones.

An exceptional country does not put security ahead of justice.

This week I read an interview with the recently released hikers home from prison in Iran.

“In prison”, they said, “we lived in a world of lies and false hopes”.  I found those words ironic.  Everyday 2.3 million men and women languish in prison cells around the country.  Everyday they – no, we – are subjected to violence, filth and degradation.  Everyday in prison is a battle against lies told by officers and treatment counselors.  Everyday is a battle against hope.  And nothing these two male hikers experienced is any different than what the incarcerated in America go through every day.

An exceptional country would not tolerate a prison system as corrupt and poorly managed as America’s.

As I spoke to the guys I saw the power of Thoreau’s words, the intellectual truths of Lincoln and Douglass’ words register.  What those men wrote is not confined to the 19^th century.  Their words are relevant today.  America can do better.  America cannot be a county that approves of assassination in the name of national security.  America cannot be the country of 2.3 million incarcerated and 46 million living below the poverty line.

As Thoreau wrote, “Let your life be a counter friction to stop the machine [of injustice]…do not lend yourself to the wrong….”