No Man is an Island

      "Can you be happy when you see the horror unleashed on other people?" my friend asked me the other day.

        "Of course not!"

        "So what do we do?"

        "I don't know."

        I wish there was an answer. During these times, I think a great deal about my emotional well-being as we forge ahead to the new adminstration in 2025. It does not look good, just based on cabinet choices and alleged policy decisions he has made so far. Mike Johnson may say, "the popular vote indicates the people wanted to shake things up." Did they? Wait! When they lose some precious rights, what will they say then? And what about a basic moral code? How can one think of himself or herself as a moral person when the "other" is brought down--Trump's campaign mantra. "I am searching out the enemy within."

        I return to John Donne's poem,  "No Man Is an Island.":

                        No man is an island,

                        Entire of itself;

                        Every man is a piece of a continent,

                        A part of the main.

                        If a clod be washed away by the sea,

                        Europe is the less,

                        As well as if a promontory were:

                        As well as if a manor of thy friend's

                        Or of thine own were.

                        Any man's death diminshes me,

                        Because I am involved in mankind.

                        And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls

                        It tolls for thee."

       I know we have a broken immigration system. I know the world is filled with dissenters. But to imprison your enemies, deport millions of decent people, separate families is no solution. To be crass and crude in your humanity is among the worst sins. I remember proudly singing in elementary school a version of Donne's poem, "No man is an island/no man stands alone./Each man's joy is joy to me/each man's grief is my own./We need one another/so I will defend/each man as my brother/each man as my friend."

Yes, indeed, I will find a way out of the despair in the inhumanity that awaits, and I will defend, whatever way I can, my brothers and my friends, since this is what is means to be humane and decent. Isn't this what we all learned we should do early on?  THE BELL TOLLS FOR THEE--just remember!