Becoming Poor

Things get shabby.

Things get shabby. Paint peels off the house. The car gets older and older and you keep fixing it because newer cars are too expensive. Your towels and sheets wear thin. Anyone can look at your clothes and know you have no money.

You eat more fats and sugars because meats, fresh fruits and vegetables cost too much, and chips and cookies are cheap and filling. You gain weight. Joining a gym is not an option. You get depressed. Maybe you drink. Beer is cheap and filling.

You buy things in small quantities, even though large quantities are a better value. You can’t afford to save money on the “economy size.” If you were saving for retirement or a rainy day, you realize it’s a rainy day and you spend your savings.

You learn to say no to your kids. A lot. No to ice cream on hot days. No to the sneakers all the other kids wear. No to birthday parties, karate lessons, soccer lessons, music lessons — but in the days of pandemic, at least the kids know all their friends are in the same boat.

You gradually lose touch with your richer friends and the more upscale members of your family. People think poverty is catching. People are afraid yours will rub off on them. You feel ashamed and needy; you feel anxious and guilty; you wonder where you went wrong.

All these things are happening to millions of Americans right now. Mostly, we blame ourselves for our financial problems. We are taught that America is a land of opportunity, so if we’re poor it must be our own fault. We must not be trying hard enough, or we’re stupid.

But poor people, in my experience, are exactly like rich people, except they have no money. Their poverty is most often not due to any defect in themselves; the cause is a system that allows workers to be underpaid, given no job security, and offered few benefits. The rich people who control both parties have deliberately undermined unions, which used to be our best means of leveling the playing field. Now everybody is on their own, playing on a field that keeps tilting so all the money slides to the rich.

In this system, it’s quite clear by now, the rich keep getting richer, and the divide between the rich and everybody else keeps getting wider. Safety nets have been quietly shredded for the last 40 years, so if you get in trouble you tend to stay in trouble. An accident, an illness, a job loss, or a divorce can make the bottom fall out of your life. And now the virus has pulled the rug out from under most of our lives.

This country used to try to take care of all its citizens. Then the doctrine of greed took hold, around the time Reagan took office. Gradually we have gotten crueler and crueler to poor people. The media ignores them. Government pretends that charities will make sure nobody starves or sleeps on the street. And most of us have tried to forget that poverty is only one misfortune away from claiming our lives too.

Now poverty will be the new normal. The newly poor will need government to do what it needs to do, which is guarantee minimum income that will keep all of us going until a new economy gears up. Our current federal government does not care how many of us die in the meantime. We’ll see in January how hard our new government is willing to fight for the survival of ordinary Americans.

What we do now.

Stay put. If you can’t pay the rent or the mortgage, don’t let anybody make you move out. Stay connected. There are free internet services available now; find one. Stay safe. Make yourself a mask and wear it whenever you leave your home.

American society has been run by money. What do we do when we run out of money? Since the Reagan era, we have been told poverty is the fault of poor people. We felt ashamed to need help. Government has provided less and less help to poor people over the last four decades, and most of us were too busy or too selfish to care. Now millions of us are becoming poor for the first time. It’s quite clear that this new poverty is not our fault. We’re just trying to survive, which in many cases means staying home from non-essential jobs.

As long as middle class people felt relatively secure, many of us assumed that non-profit organizations like food banks would take care of the needs not being met by government programs. These days, we’re learning that the non-profit sector is far too small and poorly funded to meet those needs. Food banks help. There are just not enough of them to feed every hungry family.

We have to stand our ground. Housing, food, health care, basic utilities including internet connections — these are human rights. Now is the time to claim those rights. We know money isn’t everything. Let’s prove it.

When the Money Runs Out

Those checks better start showing up. No doubt they will be far too little and for many people, far too late. The clueless US government did not prepare for a pandemic; in fact they took apart the preparations already in place. So we have to doubt they’ve thought much about what people will do when the money runs out.

People will not sit home quietly and starve. They will keep going to the grocery store and shopping for food. They just won’t pay for it.

Will the underpaid, overworked, barely protected grocery clerks stop people from leaving with their groceries? Will they be too afraid of losing their jobs to let their hungry neighbors eat? How can we avoid food riots and looting without much more help from the government?

So far, in the absence of sane federal leadership, we have seen governors, mayors, and millions of untitled US residents step up to show the way forward. We have seen numerous, startling examples of everyday heroism, generosity, kindness, and creativity. People are standing up for one another.

But soon the worst of the epidemic will hit, and the worst of the financial consequences will follow. What will happen when the money runs out?

The government should set up massive food banks and delivery systems. But given the fascist tendencies of the Trump administration, it seems possible that instead they will send the National Guard to enforce the cruel laws of capitalism. It is also possible that the National Guard believes in democracy, not capitalism.

It is possible that the zillionaires who have been running America do not really understand us at all.

Put Women in Charge

We’re in an early stage of civilization, if we survive it. We’re going through a dramatic adolescence, as a species learning how to organize itself. We’re like bees before hives, or ants before hills. We’re hormonal, lust-driven, reckless, grabbing what we want without regard for consequences, taking chances with our lives as though we were immortal, invulnerable. These are our crazy teenage years. Clearly this is no way to run a planet.

We’ve been ruled by testosterone – that surge and scourge of teenage boys, our culture’s ideal essence, source of so much activity and trouble. Male aggression has been our operating force. It’s a great force – it gets things done – but it needs to be balanced. Estrogen provides the balance.

Without female nurturing, there’s too much aggression and the fear and hatred it can engender for society to function. We fall apart from our unrestrained aggression. Caring is the side of our humanity that has been suppressed, discouraged, discounted, disrespected. We have mocked loving as weakness. So we become, as a society, sicker, more poisoned by the imbalance in our natures. Women are the cure, or part of the cure, for what ails us – not the gender so much as the repository of ideas and values we store under the rubric “woman.”

So just as the voices of young and old, white and black, all genders, all classes, are required in order for our species to understand our situation, so the presence of women in our politics is a sign of improving health. Balance, which is peace, which is harmony, health, and wellbeing, must be restored, or maybe, as a new era dawns, achieved.

It has always seemed to me that women are going to have to lead the way toward real revolution. Not the violent kind, which is just more of the same damn thing, but true revolution – big change in the right direction.

I don’t think women are naturally better than men. It’s just that for centuries, women have been the custodians of the values our culture now desperately needs. It is mostly women who take care of children, the sick, and the elderly. It is mostly women who teach. It is mostly women who clean up men’s messes. Not being allowed to speak, we have been forced to learn how to listen. Not having access to power, we have learned what it feels like to be powerless. Women have learned to have compassion the hard way.  Now we need to show the world how it’s done.

There’s a flip side to compassion, though. If we really want to alleviate suffering, we have to find ways to stop people from needlessly and cruelly making others suffer. When the struggle is nonviolent, and we’d better hope it is, humor is one of the best weapons we have against the oppressors. Let’s be funny when we can, and make it sting.

The Bible says the last shall be first. That sounds like women to me, especially poor women, and most especially women of color. Just because it’s in the Bible, doesn’t mean it’s not true.

Why women need abortions

Let me start by pissing everybody off. I think both sides of this debate have important things to say. If women have no access to abortion, they have no freedom to determine the course of their lives. But when the anti-choice people tell us the fetus should be respected as a human in progress, we should listen. Even if we must take a life, we should recognize that it is sacred, and grieve the necessity of its loss.

Being a mother is a heavy responsibility. The pregnancy is the least of it, though being pregnant is uncomfortable, inconvenient, and challenging to your physical and mental health. By the time a baby is born, you are tied to the child forever on an emotional level, whether or not you keep it to raise. You brought a new person into this difficult and dangerous world, and the fate of this tiny being in large part depends on you.

If a woman is not ready to take care of a child, either financially or emotionally, forcing her to bear one is a cruel and unusual punishment.

In America, it’s a struggle for families to stay together. Many jobs pay barely enough to support one person, never mind two or three, and lack of money can ruin even relationships that began in love and tenderness. There is not much corporate or governmental support for pregnancy and child-rearing, and little access to help of any kind if financial disaster strikes. When a couple breaks up, most often it’s the man who leaves and the woman who is left with the child.

Even mothers with money have a hard time. The focus of news and gossip has been the fathers and potential fathers as they compete for money and power. The needs of mothers have not been foremost, never mind the needs of children.

But women and children without money, without men? That’s a disaster. Much of the misery in pre-pandemic America came from trying to raise families without enough money. If the father is not able to make enough money to help support the child, the man’s hurt pride is often enough to make him take off.  But even if the men stick around, it’s hard.

And it is to her children that a mother owes her first allegiance. Once you give birth to them, you are theirs for life, no matter what happens. You and the father, whatever your relationship – you were volunteers. Your children came into your hands completely at your mercy, through no fault of their own.

Because raising a child is such an enormous, costly, exhausting responsibility, people should be willing and ready to do it – at least as ready as you can be for this stranger who will remake your life. If a woman is not ready to take care of a child, either financially or emotionally, forcing her to bear one is a cruel and unusual punishment. Of course she most likely will love the child, but that is hardly the point.

To bear a child you can’t feed, can’t keep safe, whom you can’t be there for – that is a terrible kind of pain. Society has no right to make you bear it. In either sense.

Abortion is far from the worst thing we have to worry about, this year or any year. Actual, born, no-argument-human beings are getting killed every day, including infants. Yet somehow, the anti-abortion people don’t view war or domestic violence as a larger problem. They see abortion as the murder of innocents. Does a fetus lose its innocence once it is born?

So let’s try to retain some perspective on abortion. The alternative is for a woman to continue a pregnancy she does not want and bear a child for whom she is not ready. That child will be a burden on her life and her heart, no matter if she keeps it or gives it away. That child will begin life with a big count against it. And if society forces a woman to give birth no matter what the circumstances, will society then help her deal with the consequences? Let’s not kid ourselves, if you’ll forgive the pun. That woman and her child will be on their own.  

Story-Boarding

Sometimes imagination is not so much fun. As part of my new anti-terror routine, I’m trying to notice when my own thoughts make my heart race and my mood drop. It’s kind of amazing how much fantasy my stupid imagination can come up with, and how quickly. Of course, these days, it’s always a Stephen King-type fantasy. I guess evolution prods us to imagine the worst. Not helpful in the current situation though.

I think of this tendency as story-boarding, what you do when you’re writing a movie: no dialogue, just images and general plot. The plot is always X (myself or loved one) gets sick or dies, unless it’s X, Y, and Z getting sick and dying. Such vivid scenes! So much emotional response, in the space of a few breaths! At times like this I totally hate having an imagination. These are movies I don’t want to watch.

We’re all missing friends and family, we’re all scared of this huge change in our lives. Story-boarding can make a difficult situation much worse. I’m learning to put the brakes on as soon as I realize I’m scaring myself. When I manage to be fully conscious of them, these ugly fantasies evaporate.

Evolution, schmevolution. If I need to be scared to survive, I can always watch the news.

Addicted to Stuff

sung to the tune of “Addicted to Love,” by Robert Palmer

You can’t sleep
or pay your bills
You have a hole
that’s never filled
The tv ads
say what to buy
You go along
You don’t know why

We like to think it isn’t things that we love
but we might as well face it, we’re addicted to stuff

We have to buy
we can’t stop
We’ve gone broke
Still have to shop
We don’t stop
we never try
we have to shop
until we die

You might ask what has become of us all –
We’re either online shopping or we’re parked at the mall
You like to think you’re not afraid to live rough
But we might as well face it, we’re addicted to stuff

Downsizing Blues

In the industrial deli
I’ll have the CD on rye
Well I was running the rat race
But I’ve been disqualified
So give me an order of data to go
I’ll eat it by the TV while I’m watching the snow

At the industrial deli
We wear the company hat
I’ll have the white collar special
Do I get fries with that?
There’s a crowd in my coffee, a bug in my tea,
Every time I turn around they try to automate me

I’ll have to do some moonlighting
to beat the downsizing blues
You’ll see me doing my new job
in my high heeled shoes
I know what to do with a working stiff
I’ll be a boy’s best friend on the midnight shift

Collateral Damage

You’re not responsible for the damage that you do
Somebody’s gotta clean up your mess, but it sure ain’t gonna be you
You’ll give yourself glory when you tell us the story
and some will believe it’s all true

But you don’t care, it’s collateral damage
You had a job to do, they just got in your way
They don’t count, they’re collateral damage
You take what you want, and make the rest of us pay

You praise capitalism, and you give free advice to the poor
They just have to work hard, you say, and they won’t be poor no more
Poor people shouldn’t need your help, they should be ashamed to ask
Meanwhile your accountant gets you out of paying any tax

But you don’t care, it’s collateral damage
Markets will rise, and then markets will fall
You say the poor shouldn’t be such sore losers
Didn’t they know that it’s winners take all

You’re a player in the arms trade, making real big bucks off war
You don’t worry yourself too much about what the war is for
You just like to blow things up and watch all the people run
It’s just like playing a video game once the killing has begun

And you don’t care, they’re collateral damage
None of them had a face or a name
Notch your belt, they’re collateral damage
After all, they’re just pawns in the game

Cruel Way to Run the World

If your family needs you, you will pull the plow
You’ll do anything for your children
You’ll become a slave in the rich man’s house
In the hope you’ll be able to save them

So you keep on going, working all the time,
Always on the edge of exhaustion,
Never finding time for your own life
Knowing you’re going to need some

It’s a cruel, cruel way to run the world

They don’t care how many people they use —
the Trumpers and the Koch brothers —
They keep us tired and they keep us confused
Blaming what’s wrong on each other

Aren’t you tired of just standing around
Waiting for something to change
We better decide to get serious now
We have our whole world to rearrange

Cause it’s a cruel cruel way to run the world

Eight Bucks an Hour

Eight bucks an hour is plenty of pay
as long as you don’t need to eat every day.
Frisco, Los Angeles, New York too,
take your whole paycheck when the rent is due.
Many generations have fought for the right
to work eight hours and go home at night.
They fought for a paycheck to cover the nut,
food, shelter, healthcare, the basics, but
in spite of all of those battles won
it seems like the struggle has just begun.
“You’re waging class warfare!” the right’s accusing.
Well the war has been raging. And guess who’s losing!
The poor have to scramble after every dime.
Revolution? Who’s got the time?

Communism popped like a big soap bubble.
It’s capitalism that now is in trouble,
rotting inside like a moldy pear,
’cause the way that it works is so far from fair.
Money makes money, penny makes penny,
You’re out of luck if you don’t have any.
When you work all the time and you still can’t save,
you’re not a free person, you’re a virtual slave,
nose to the grindstone, you never get ahead,
work every day til you wake up dead.

The whole world over, workers have to fight,
’cause a living wage is a human right.
All over the world, change is way overdue:
Too many suffer for the good of the few.
A living wage for every person would sure
Help to close the gap between the rich and the poor.

But of violent revolution I never would sing
‘cause war is just more of the same damn thing.
We need a big change, but the change must start
in the loving kindness of the human heart.
Set a course toward justice and hold it steady.
Too many people have been hurt already.
If we can make a world where everybody’s fed,
everyone’s got a place to lay their head,
if we can make a world where we care for each other,
student for janitor, sister for brother,
maybe we can stop all this waste and war,
and keep from dying out like the dinosaur.
This species is heading for some heavy weather.
We’re only gonna make it if we stick together.

Wondering Blues

Everybody’s been bought and paid for
It makes us cynical and sad
Everybody’s worn out and weary
Too many years of getting mad

Hasn’t been justice, hasn’t been peace,
Righteous anger but no release
We know that violence is not the way
But how many dues do we have to pay
How many fallen along the way

Oh when, when will we get there
To the place where we can stand together
How do we take back the earth
How do we take back the earth

When are the meek gonna rise up
Wipe all the tears from our eyes
Give each other a hand up
When will people all stand up
And fight for our grandchildren’s lives
Figure out how to survive
This planet we’ve changed with our strange, strange ways

All the good people caring for people
Trying to make life better for all
So many struggling alone with their burdens
No one to catch them if they should fall

Our heroes are selling us sports cars
Our leaders are telling us lies
Our scientists tell us to worry
Our media tell us to buy

They’ve made us so ugly, so stupid,
They’ve taught us to fear and to hate
Let’s not sit down on our couches
And get up when it’s far too late

Oh when, when will we get there
To the place where we can stand together
How do we take back the earth
How do we take back the earth

Freedom Song

Things may be rocky
Things may be fine
Looks like we all have to
do some hard time

But deep in our hearts we are free, we are free
Deep in our hearts we are free

Don’t you despair, baby,
Don’t you give up
Whatever life gives you
drink deep from the cup

For deep in your heart you are free, you are free
Deep in your heart you are free

How can we keep falling
more behind each day
Doesn’t help to argue
Doesn’t help to pray
Can’t believe in heaven
Can’t see a way to thrive
Have to slave at two damn jobs
Just to stay alive

Too much to handle, babe,
too much to rise above.
But I can offer you
all of my love

For deep in our souls we are free, we are free
Deep in our souls we are free

An Atheist’s Prayer

God of Cosmos, we who are less than intestinal flora

            in a flea on the arm of a Superbowl fan who is

                        leaving the Big Game forever

salute you; we whom the merest

            breath of the idea of the largeness and smallness

                        and intricacy of things

                                    stuns, like rabbits in a headlight,

beseech you, in the name of all creatures drunk with

            the beauty of their nearest fraction,

to be: that in the minute, crawling, massive, whirling,

            spacious, flashing whole

                        which is beyond our reach forever

Something exults.

Homeless Blues

A dollar bill is easy to give
It takes a thousand for a place to live
Give me a nickel, pay me a dime
Oh brother don’t you waste my time

Cause it’s a hard way
a hard way to get by
I keep on walking
but sometimes I wonder why

Once had a lover, once had a home
Now I got nothing to call my own
I tell you sister and I tell you true
You must be kind ’cause it could happen to you

And it’s a hard way
a hard way to get by
I keep on walking
but sometimes I wonder why

Peppermint schnapps is my favorite treat
It helps to insulate me from the street
I play the Lottery — I plan to win —
I’ll buy a liter when my ship comes in

When I die and reach the Pearly Gate
I’m gonna find myself a heating grate
That’s the one thing for which I pray
Some place the cops can never chase me away

‘Cause it’s a hard way
a hard way to get by
I keep on trying
but sometimes I wonder why

If Icarus Did Not Fall

Imagine Icarus in reverse: instead of an innocent horse
scratching its behind against a tree
while the hero flies too high
and goes down in flames into the sea

What if Icarus succeeds in his flight
and as he coasts to triumph,
behind him the farmer’s barn is burning

So Elon Musk is playing with space flight
using the money he took from the rest of us,
at this time when we the people
need every resource if we are to survive…

Such contempt for our little lives!

It Says Meek, Not Stupid

The gentle have begun among us
working slow magic like the growing of roots,
deep magic like the flowing of blood or traffic.
The only thing that stands between them
and complete world domination
is the illusion that there is something
going on here besides naked apes and stuff.
It’s the dazzling varieties of stuff,
the infinite kinds of stuff everywhere on display
though mostly out of reach, that makes
the apes in charge seem invincible.
They have nearly everything, and the meek
believe that that makes a difference.
Surrounded by rooms of furniture,
by exquisite clothing, jewels, flowers,
by underlings to satisfy any whim,
with powers of life and death over other people,
the rulers are well defended.
But the meek have numbers. One day the meek will notice.
And then it will all be over in the twinkling of an eye.
They are meek, not stupid.
And they have already begun.

Legal Action

Polar bears are demanding restitution.
We melted their ice. They are homeless
and hungry. When they invade,
we shoot them. It’s time for us to pay,
they say.

The bees are demanding restitution.
We’ve poisoned them. They can’t pollinate if they die.
For the bees, we would pay
with our lives.

Frogs demand we replace their marshes.
They have filed a class action suit.
If we don’t pay up, they’ll unleash the bugs.
Then our best points
will be moot.

Women have filed an amicus brief
with the animals, to remind the Court
that their cause is ours, in the long run.
We can make this work for everybody
or we’re done.

News Flash

Banditas with strollers and water pistols
shot the Minority Whip today
for whipping minorities.
They shot the Governor with
disappearing ink
for disappearing on poor people.
They hung the image
of a public servant
by his red power tie
for serving power
instead of the public.
They held up the Treasurer
for money to feed their children.
Nobody saw their faces.
Nobody knows their names.
All we know is
some of these mothers are angry.

Poem for Cockroaches

It is quiet in dark places.
Through a crack comes the smell of food.
Without volition, the cockroach moves
with a swiftness that’s been honed for ages.
Sometimes one of the brotherhood
is caught by sudden light, halfway back home.
Ancestral memory of man
awakens. The cockroach, handless,
knows somewhat of hands.
There is a laden silence.
A wasp, in such a situation, panics,
blunders into walls, at last attacks.
A fly would be long gone.
But calm as one
who’s been in tight spots before,
the cockroach waits, being nothing but aware.
When the shoe falls, the roach is no longer there.
Three things have sustained the roach through every era:
a fondness for copulation;
a taste for garbage;
and a stillness that unnerves predation
by saying: Look: this too is Buddha
This too
This too is Buddha.