Originally Posted 23-July-05

Just a day after my last post, there were more bombings in London. But his time they were thwarted, thank God.

It’s been a hectic few days. Difficult to keep up with what’s going on. It’s also very difficult to concentrate at work when you are constantly wondering what’s going on outside the office walls and whether you will be able to make it home.

Well. Saturday is here now and it couldn’t have come too soon.

I guess the Chinese curse is “may you live in interesting times.”

I’m sitting on a train from Oxford to Paddington. I was already on a train from Didcot to Paddington, but the train was stopped in Reading because of a fatality on the tracks. No trains were going on to London. There was a tremendous queue of people waiting to get on a train to Waterloo, so I decided to head up to Oxford to get a bus–when I got there, the trains had resumed. So I’m on my third train of the day and it’s only 9.

Yesterday evening, there were severe delays because someone else jumped on the tracks between Didcot and Swindon. Two fatalities in two days–just two weeks after the London bombings. We definitely live in interesting times. Kind of makes you long for a return to normalcy.

But then again, I think maybe the interesting times are what we need. I’m not talking about the death and destruction, but in between all of this death, there has also been Live8, the Olympics going to London in 2012, and people banding together in the bombs aftermath. Would you rather have stability or peaks and valleys? I wonder.

My mother-in-law was talking to me the other day about growing up in post-war England and how they were better off because they appreciated things more. They lived through decade of rationing and rebuilding. They took nothing for granted. Was this a better life?
Then again, I think about my favourite essay from Emerson’s ?Self-Reliance (well, it’s most people’s favourite Emerson essay I suppose. In it, he says

The nonchalance of boys who are sure of a dinner, and would disdain as much as a lord to do or say aught to conciliate one, is the healthy attitude of human nature. A boy is in the parlour what the pit is in the playhouse; independent, irresponsible, looking out from his corner on such people and facts as pass by, he tries and sentences them on their merits, in the swift, summary way of boys, as good, bad, interesting, silly, eloquent, troublesome. He cumbers himself never about consequences, about interests: he gives an independent, genuine verdict. You must court him: he does not court you. But the man is, as it were, clapped into jail by his consciousness. As soon as he has once acted or spoken with eclat, he is a committed person, watched by the sympathy or the hatred of hundreds, whose affections must now enter into his account.

Would a person with a guaranteed dinner, home, and love “with nothing to perform for” be more true to himself than someone who is deprived in any of these areas? It goes back to Maslow’s Hierarch of needs. Only when the lower basic needs are met, can one achieve higher levels of cognition and achieve self-awareness.

Perhaps in the age of abundance–where we have everything . . . In an age where we complain about “too much choice” . . . When more people have basic needs met than ever before . . . Perhaps in this age we will see the greatest and most enlightened minds emerge.

Interesting.

On the train this morning, I read some of Ralph Waldo Emerson’s Self-Reliance. I first read the essay in the eleventh grade in Mr. Calahan’s class on Castle Park High School in Chula Visa (San Diego County). It had an affect on me, as it does on lots of high school kids, probably. But it seems to make more sense to me every time I read it.

Each time I go through it, I highlight something different. Today, I read:
And we are now men, and must accept in the highest mind the same transcendent destiny; and not minors and invalids in a protected corner, not cowards fleeing before a revolution, but guides, redeemers, and benefactors, obeying the Almighty effort, and advancing on Chaos and the Dark.

“Now we are men” and not “minors and invalids in a protected corner.” How many times is that easy to forget? How many times can you shrug something off because someone else will take care of it? How often can you shrug off personal responsibility because you are not alone and everyone is in debt, overweight, etc?

Like a lot of adults, I look at my life and not feel like I’ve grown up. I still have superiors. I still obey authority. I still question my actions. I still yearn for the blanket of dogma to tell me what to do.

Yet I’m never certain I am doing the right thing-like I always assumed my parents were. They all made it look so simple. They were all so serious. But were they men?

They stood in line. They did what they were told. They took their lives as it was handed to them and carried out their orders. They went to work. They paid their taxes. They obeyed the law. The coloured in the lines.

Living in London now, I was in a conversation with a colleague at the pub last week. He asked why I studied American history for my degree. Well, the first reason, or course, is because I am American. Secondly, I love the idea of people doing something for the first time. I know some historians or just history buffs who take great interest in what agriculture was like in the nineteenth century or how the cotton-gin was made or how people had to walk so many miles to school. That is not what piques my interests.

I love the idea that people can change the world when they are pushed too far. My forefathers did it in the American Revolution. The civil rights campaigners did it in the sixties and the abolitionists did it in the civil war. Ghandi did it. Mandela. Lincoln. Napoleon.

They all said enough. They put themselves in harms way. They didn’t accept the world the way it was. When the signers of the Declaration of Independence signed that document, they signed their death warrants.
When you are pushed too far, could you rise up and change the world?
You may claim to be happy. You may say you have nothing to complain about. You may not think you are being pushed around. We pay 40% taxes. We get taxed (in the UK) for something like 80% of our petrol. We let them build a dome, when they can’t afford to keep the NHS up to standard.

Once upon a time, people said “Now we are men”.