The primary is a few days away. It’s
been a tough fight.
Folks have asked me what I’d do if
the “vote yes” side carries the day. I’ll congratulate them, of course. I’d be
disappointed, but elections come and go and the disappointment over the loss in
an election couldn’t come close to the ache I felt in my heart when I lost my
old buddy Jack. I’d lose a hundred elections if it would bring him back to
greet me with that wagging tail in the morning. And, when I think more about
it, I can only imagine how deep the well of grief might have been in me if one
of my children or grandchildren had been at that theatre in Aurora a few days
ago. I’d have been absolutely distraught.
There really are more important
things in life than election results.
Besides, there will be other
windmills to chase. Emporia and Lyon County have enough to last a man a hundred
lifetimes. The windmills are actually getting bigger and bigger, so
I intend to keep flailing away all the harder. I have to chase them. I won’t give in.
Lyon County didn’t get the way it is
now, with its skyrocketing poverty, lack of a coherent economic development
plan, and downright neglect, by accident. This long, slow, tortured descent is
the result of careful planning on one hand and a blind eye turned from the
inconvenient facts that years of neglect have piled up in the “less desirable”
parts of the community.
I’ve often heard during this
campaign that I tended to focus too much on Lyon Countians with low or fixed
incomes and the impact our political decisions have on them. I am proud to
plead guilty to the charge. I intend to
maintain my guilt.
In the run-up to the election I’ve
heard from Emporia’s elites grudgingly admit that “A dollar is a dollar” or ask
quizzically “What’s the big deal? This will cost less than a slice of pizza.” There’s
the milk of human kindness for you.
They have absolutely no
understanding. That dollar they so
glibly talk about is far more critical to the folks living at or below our 22%
poverty rate than it is for the mighty. The proposition that concludes that
because person “A” can afford getting whacked, everyone else, including the
poor, can too, is seriously flawed. Using that logic, dogs become cats, the
wealthy become the superior class, and the poor become useless. Only honor
graduates of the Marie Antoinette School of public policy could think that way.
It makes me want to puke.
When it comes to guilt and
“excessive” concern for the poor and marginalized, I believe I stand in the
very best of company. In 1935, New York mayor Fiorello La Guardia, the "Little Flower," filled in for
a judge at night court. An elderly woman, a grandmother, was brought before
him. She’d been caught stealing a 50 cent loaf of bread. La Guardia asked her
if she was guilty. She said she was. She explained that her daughter was sick
and her children had nothing to eat. Desperation had driven her to steal. LaGuardia then asked the shopkeeper if he
wanted to press charges. He did, explaining that his store was in a bad
neighborhood and he needed to discourage criminal activity. The penalty for the
crime was ten dollars or ten days in jail. LaGuardia took ten dollars out of
his wallet and gave it to the bailiff. The legal requirement met, LaGuardia
then ordered the bailiff to collect 50 cents from everyone in the courtroom
except for the woman. He explained that he was fining everyone for living in a
city where a destitute grandmother had become so desperate she felt the only thing she could do was steal a loaf of bread to feed her
loved ones. The bailiff collected $47.50, gave 50 cents to the shopkeeper and the
rest to the woman. It’s said that everyone in the courtroom, including the
shopkeeper, gave LaGuardia a standing ovation.
So, I gladly admit my guilt. I pray that I remain
this guilty for the rest of my life. I pray I remain willing to keep flailing
away. Then, when all is said and done I’ll leave my guilt in the capable hands
of my Advocate. My faith tells that he’ll say, “Well done, good and faithful
servant, you have been faithful with a few things; I will put
you in charge of many things. Come and share your master's happiness!” That’ll
be more than good enough for me.
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