Whenever I turn to a news site, whether in paper form
or on-line, I find above all else the spewing of bile. More than any time in my memory, we American
news junkies are witnessing what a Hobbesian state of nature looks like – a war
of all against all. I thought the whole
purpose of living in civil society was to avoid that kind of climate.
Now don’t get me wrong. I appreciate why we’re fighting all the
time. There are good reasons why our
political parties and our media outlets have become so polarized. I’ve never been a “turn the other cheek” kind
of guy. Still, it’s sad to think that W.B.
Yeats may be turning into a prophet once again.
He’s the guy who wrote after World War I, “Things fall apart, the center
cannot hold.” When it comes to politics,
I’m not even sure there is much of a center these days. Our political sphere is starting to resemble
a boxing match, where the two fighters are either punching each other or
returning to their respective corners to get a breather before the next round
of pugilism. In such an arena, there is
little room for civility, compromise, or compassion – let alone a political
center.
But let me not add to the fisticuffs, at least not
this weekend. This is a time to express
thanks for what we do have, not to whine about what we don’t.
Let me start with the most important thing: family. I thank my lucky stars that I did not drink
the Kool Aid of Marxism when exposed to it as a child, for then I might view
the institution of family as a bourgeois tool to support the status quo. Instead, I view the institution of family as
my single greatest source of happiness..
I am so incredibly thankful for my omni-patient wife
of 29 years, my mother of 96 years (that’s how long she’s been alive, and she
keeps on ticking), my two ever-inspiring daughters, and my extended family in NY,
DC and Indiana. But let me candid – I’m
especially thankful for the fact that this coming March, my wife and I expect
to be grandparents for the first time.
Is there any status on earth more purely wonderful than that? At least that’s what others tell me. I’m looking forward to finding out for
myself.
Second, I am thankful for my friends – the ones on
the East Coast, the Midwest, the West Coast, and the tiny number overseas. When you think about it, most of your family was
always sort of stuck with you. By
contrast, your friends chose you.
Sometimes you have to question their taste, but thankfully, that’s their
problem, not yours. I am just happy to
have found people in different walks of my life who will put up with my
neuroses, my habit of talking when I should be listening, my twisted/sophomoric
sense of humor ... in short, all my charms.
Third, I am thankful that after all the sturm und
drang of the past year, there’s reason not to side with all the Chicken Littles
of the world. Personally, I am confident
that we won’t be getting into a nuclear war, won’t be persecuting minority
religious or ethnic groups, and will be continuing to respect our glorious
First Amendment. America might not be living
up to its aspirations of being, in the words of Jesus, “the light of the world,
a city that is set on a hill.” But nor do I believe all our best days are behind
us. I am thankful for the great men and
women who created this country and built what in so many ways has been a role
model to other nations. May we soon enough
be that “light unto the nations” that was discussed in my own people’s Scriptures.
Fourth, I am thankful we live in a time when certain
critical trends are unmistakably positive. Internationally, longevity is increasing,
whereas poverty is decreasing. Nationally, acceptance of the LGBT community
is increasing, whereas the feeling that men can sexually harass with impunity
is surely decreasing. MLK Jr. said that
“the arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends toward justice.” Perhaps he was being a tad optimistic
generally, but one thing is clear: in certain respects, the arc of history
clearly bends toward justice, and we in the year 2017 are witnesses to clear
manifestations of that principle.
Fifth, I am thankful for my two dialogue societies
that keep on thriving after nine years (in the case of the Jewish-Islamic
Dialogue Society of Washington) and sixteen years (in the case of the
Washington Spinoza Society). respectively.
Of the many things that keeping me from moving out of my home town,
those organizations are near the very top.
Finally, I am thankful for having hobbies that allow
me as an individual to enjoy life – including both politically-correct hobbies
(like reading works of philosophy and religion) and politically incorrect ones
(like watching inordinate amounts of football).
We are not mini-computers with perfectly empathic hearts. We’re flesh and blood creatures with ids as
well as superegos. Personally, I happen
to enjoy watching world class athletes run, jump, throw, catch, and smash into
each other. Yes, I recognize that my
favorite sport damages athletes’ brains no less than their knees. But what I can say? I’m still thankful that I have found hobbies
that give me happiness in life, and for the past roughly 52 years, watching
football has been one of them.
Occasionally, for one reason or another, I feel compelled to boycott the
sport. Right now, I’m thankful this isn’t
one of those occasions.