Sometimes

There is a little poem by Sheenagh Pugh called Sometimes. I first encountered it in the book Good Poems collected by Garrison Keillor. I have called it up as a Thanksgiving prayer of gratitude a couple of times in this blog and over our Thanksgiving celebrations with family and friends. I leave it to you to find it with the search tools you undoubtedly have at your disposal. It is difficult to give you the kind of post I would like to if I were working from my desktop at home so I leave it to you to do some digging.

Yesterday was one of those days — for me. The Astros won a game in Seattle after losing three in a row and Justice won out over the bullying threats of an ex-president. Set aside the Astros. There is always next year. But for the brave citizens that prosecuted, judged and read the facts of this case, I shall always be grateful. Their courage and understanding of duty is a model for us all.

The bullying ex-president was held accountable for the first time since appearing on our national political stage and maybe for the first time in his life. After hearing the verdict he faced the cameras for the first time in his business and political career with eyes that betrayed his fear of Justice. He showed the clear countenance of a loser.

Except for that, there was no reason for this to be major news. White collar crime in Manhattan is probably not so unusual as to deserve headline coverage in the New York Times. Sentences are usually light for white men gone astray. They can remain heroes in the world of finance and pass on fortunes to the kiddoes like Jared Kushner.

The ex-president’s misbehaving has probably only begun. A light sentence, say probation, provides a stage for him to challenge the judge lock him up. He would love the theater of it.

But there must be a way to let him stew over questions like guilt and innocence, crime and punishment. Maybe he could be assigned reading in the classics of American governance and jurisprudence and required to turn in short essays on what he has learned from the reading. His essays would undoubtedly repeat his tired chants about witch-hunts and how unfairly he is treated by the same Elites that administer death penalties on the streets to people of color.

Judge Merchan would give him a very public and embarrassing “F” and require him to re-read the assigned prompt until he starts to deal with fact and logic and maybe even admit that his own treatment and that of George Floyd is a false equivalence of the worst kind. Another “F”. Maybe even a zero on the assignment. Require him to strain his eyes and read again, and again. Maybe from his seat in that cold Manhattan court room.

I have very little concern for the ex-president and his feelings about the day. To me it was one of those days when things went right. Celebrate a win for Justice and the people.

But remember his followers. There are so many ways we have failed them.

We have reduced public education in most places to shallow measures of the transmission of “content” at a time when the world begs for thinkers who have explored ideas like justice, truth, fairness, and personal responsibility as starting points for better understanding of a structure of government that promotes these ideals.

We have given them hundreds of cable television channels that offer up drivel for tired and lazy minds twenty-four hours a day. Mixed into that stew of nonsense there are a few that offer journalism from the old school where there is no room for “true facts” versus facts. Just facts. Observable and undeniable facts.

We have given them gun-rights when they needed moral leadership. We have given them video games when the same technology might have been used to teach more deeply the meaning of religious traditions rooted in love, empathy and the revolutionary value of stepping back and listening to each other.

We might have given them the ability to read — to read deeply and critically. We might have given them good nutrition instead of the empty calories of fast food.

For now, they are our charges (or we, theirs?) and we need to co-exist without destroying a system of government that has held dictators at bay for over two centuries while other systems have produced authoritarian leaders that goaded us into wars and sacrifices that were necessary for the survival of the idea of freedom.

So, enjoy the day when a few things went the way they should. But do not forget the needs of all the folks who show up for the ex-president’s rallies.

Listen to them. Help them. They need the moral leadership of thinking people. Who really knows how that can best be provided? But it is a conundrum worthy of our own best thinking and effort.

Sometimes things don’t go, after all, / from bad to worse.