Ugly

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October 5, 2004

 

Ugly

 

A BUZZFLASH GUEST CONTRIBUTION

by Larry Kearney

 

If God is talking to you and the result is a burned or crushed child,

it's not God you're hearing. If you find yourself taking revenge in

your head on everyone who ever insulted you, however slightly, you are

not one of God's messengers. If the substance of the information you

get from your God is that he requires you to kill in his name, the

information is garbage. If your word from God recommends punishing the

innocent in any way, for any reason, your God is not God at all but

your own mind's sump of resentment, greed and the dream of power.

 

Is this hard for us to grasp?

 

If the man on the screen, or at the podium, is telling us that other

human beings have to be killed or tortured to make our God happy, he's

lying. If the woman says that we need to make others, on pain of

death, renounce their God and accept ours, the woman is evil.

 

If the subject is other than love, we are not hearing the word of God.

 

And if we act to the misery of children, it were better a millstone—no

reprieve, no debate—to damage a child is beyond the pale. To damage a

child for money is the dead center of evil.

 

A man in a stone room in Afghanistan has his three children on a

table. He's half-bent and his hands are at odd angles, useless, unable

to touch because they'd flame with the pain of it. Someone has taken a

picture of him with his children who are all dead, from the smallest

with the rosebud hands to the oldest, ten maybe.

 

Why are they dead?

 

Because there are forms to be followed and the only thing that it is

not acceptable to invoke in a holy war is the real God, who brings

clarity. When the flames are unleashed and the lies are trotted out,

the only discourse that's beyond the pale is the discourse of the

heart because the heart will say unerringly that this is what we did

before and it didn't work. It not only didn't work, it brought us here

again, on the great plain of the torn, burning children.

 

The same actions produce the same reactions. If you burn children

their parents are likely to burn yours. Is this a secret?

 

But oh, they say, we'll win this time and then our children will be safe.

 

Is that the way it's been? Any examples? Any positive experience out

there of the killing of blameless children? The infliction of terror

and hideous physical pain on the helpless? The long-term postive

benefits for humankind of creating a class of people who writhe in

their heads with the memory of their dead loves?

 

Look at your own children. Do they deserve what's being done to the

Others, the ones with the wrong parents? No, they don't.

 

And if we know they don't, and know that what's being done right now,

at this instant, will guarantee that the inflictions will come to them

as surely as the world turns, what the hell are we doing when we stick

on our flag pins and lurch out to kick the asses of the peacemakers,

those worthless bastards who don't want to set fire to our kids?

 

Don't we get it, at last? Men who will set fire to children at a

distance, for money and a sickly dream of power, will set fire to our

kids for a little more money, a little more power. These men have

contempt for us, and every bloody lie we're willing to swallow

perpetuates their contempt and willingness to kill everything we love,

whether by taking our money, deadening our souls with lies, or

breaking our children to pieces in the street.

 

I watch this fool's parade of lying Neo Con fascists, vengeful

bureaucrats, small-time think tank illiterateurs, screeching harpies

and shameless thugs, all led by our shallow, vapid, secret, ignorant

and purely evil frat boy sergeant-at-arms, and my head hurts so

terribly I can think of nothing but my children and how it will be for

them left to the tender mercies of these despoilers of God—these evil,

self-satisfied, cowardly lords of a great Dream State of comfort for

the right guys and a crushing iron wheel for the rest of us—slow,

crushing death, you know? The kind they like. The kind that brings a

secret sexual charge with it—a queasy tremor in their hidden genitalia.

 

But we kill because we're fighting a war on terror, they say.

 

You can't fight a war on terror because terror is the weapon of those

who have nothing to lose. You can't defeat a man who has nothing to

lose and has been so brutalized himself by his own need for vengeance

and respite that there is nothing he won't do—such as setting fire to

your children.

 

So we have two antagonists—one is immensely powerful, though

cumbersome, and the other is immensely weak, though swift and cunning.

What do they have in common?

 

Either will happily burn your children in pursuit of the dream of holy

power.

 

Again and again and again.

 

If the subject is other than love, you are not hearing the word of God.

 

How do you fight terrorism?

 

You simply stop doing the things that make it a preferred weapon, and

that begins with ceasing to brutalize poor people, here or there.

 

What do we do in the Middle East? Well, we make it clear to the Arab

emirates that it would be a wonderful thing if Palestine had money and

a viable economy of its own; we contribute to Israel only the money it

will need to help it detach itself from the Palestinian state; we

cease flooding the area with high-tech weapons; we develop

technologies which will ease us away from oil dependency; we speak to

the downtrodden directly, as if they were people, and say that the

guilt of centuries belongs to all of us and that it's time to stop

doing the same things in the hope that just this once the outcome will

be different.

 

We shun the minor demons of greed and brutality and the unspeakable

monsters who would tell us that both are of God.

 

And in my rage and utter despair of the ugliness of the killing and

lying and scheming and sheer, stinking hypocrisy that blankets America

like a refinery cloud, I have to say, too, that these rotten, lying

sons-of-bitches need not be killed, or have their children killed.

 

Because there is nothing in that direction but more of the same.

 

And because they have souls, each of them, and are therefore capable

of change in the presence of the love they choose to violate.

 

-- Larry Kearney

 

A BUZZFLASH GUEST CONTRIBUTION

 

Larry Kearney was born in Brooklyn, New York. He has published four

works of non-fiction, a children's book, and thirteen books of poetry.