Yesterday was Easter.
Easter is a time of blooming flowers and cleansing rains. It is a time of planting. The pagans had it right, certainly–this is an excellent time for rebirth and resurrection. Prime season for fertility celebrations.
This business in Turkey. And Berkeley. Business, busy-ness. Appropriate for these too-frenetic times. We’re all too busy. We can’t help it. There’s just too much going on. We can’t afford to pay attention to all of it.
When did attention become such a precious currency to be paid?
We have a busyness man president now. I suppose everything is a commodity.
Berkeley: I’ve kicked around antifa ideas here before, and my basic calculus hasn’t changed. I stand opposed to political violence for a number of reasons, not the least of which is that I find it impractical. Violence that serves to create more violence is a Bad Idea; maybe back in “the day” you could roll up on a bunch of skinheads and just go sickhouse, and no one would ever know, or come to their defense. But we live in a connected world now. Thumping Nazis in Berkeley, while cathartic, just leads to a bigger Nazi rally, say, in Dallas. If Oswald Mosley had Twitter, he’d have made himself look like the victim.
Violence can be justified as a means to end suffering. The problem is, violence, by its nature, creates suffering. So we find ourselves in a delicate place, where we try to use the tools that lead to an unacceptable solution to create an acceptable one. It’s not impossible, I guess–chainsaw sculptors prove that destruction can be a creative force. But if they screw up, they lose a finger. If we screw up an antifa protest, we lose democracy.
Turkey: I’m no scholar of Turkish politics, but Erdogan seems like an unseemly fellow. It is interesting, in an anthropological sense, to watch a democracy turn into a totalitarian dictatorship in real time; although, I suppose I could also just read the Post or something to see it happen here, too.
Let’s look at the schedule for this week:
- I received, from a reputable dealer in these things, 25 sweet potato slips. They have gone into the ground. I will keep you all apprised of their progress.
- I’m given to understand that this Thursday is a day of some import. Obviously, I don’t partake in such hedonism, but it is nevertheless good to know these things.
- My reading list continues to grow. A collection of writings from the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. arrived in the mail on Saturday, and I’m excited to begin it. I just finished my re-reading of Margaret Atwood’s The Handmaid’s Tale ahead of its Hulu adaptation, so it’s time to move on to the next one: Neil Gaiman’s collection of nonfiction essays, View from the Cheap Seats.
We face this week together, friends. Go in Peace.