Sunday, February 27, 2011

THOUGHTS ON HEALTHCARE July 23, 2009

A friend asked me a question on Facebook, and I responded with the following wall comment. I’m putting it into this form, without mentioning names, because I feel very strongly about the question and my response. (I will point out that it was the same anonymous questioner from my last blog.)


Questioner: "I have a doctor's appointment next week. Will you go with me and pay my bill? That's universal healthcare, aka socialized medicine." (the question was repeated on someone else's page, prefaced by "I'll ask you what I asked Troy.")

MY RESPONSE: I've got a question for YOU. 5 years ago I was a single parent making minimum wage and had no insurance, but my blood pressure was through the roof- I could literally feel the blood pulsing in my head. Luckily, I was accepted into the U of I grad program, and thus had access to insurance to get the tests and meds I needed- and would have most likely died if I'd delayed getting them much longer. So here's my question: If I had not lucked out and gotten access to student insurance, but was still mopping floors.... should I have f*&%ing DIED because people like you are too cheap to chip in a few f*&%ing dollars for those who don't have your good luck and circumstances? No... no more than I should have gone hungry when I was a kid in the 80s because conservatives cut the social programs that had previously assured me of regular meals.

And to answer your question...if I had more than a grad student's income, and you needed the help, yes I would be glad to pay. As I would be glad, were I in a higher tax bracket, to contribute part of my money for a fund to help those less fortunate. It is the Christian thing to do, if you're into that.... and beyond that it is the decent thing to do. I am and continue to be virulently anti-conservative because their entire credo is every man for himself and screw everyone else... "grab that cash with both hands and make a stash...share it fairly, but keep your hands off of my stack." As you can see, I am very passionate about this stuff, and I take it very personally. And by the way, before anyone starts slinging words like "why should I help a bunch of lazy freeloaders”, let me point out that my family was poor in the 80s because my mom worked for minimum wage and my stepfather was schizophrenic...not crimes deserving of chronic sickness and death.



BOOKS BY TROY D. SMITH

"Smith creates a classic from the first chapter ... a magnificent novel."- Roundup Magazine
Winner of the Spur Award



"CROSS ROAD BLUES isn't just one of the best crime novels I've read recently, it's one of the best crime novels I've read in a long time... You need to read this one, and I recommend it very highly." -James Reasoner




WHAT I BELIEVE -OR, WHY I AM A DEMOCRAT Nov. 13, 2008

November 13, 2008

My friend and high school classmate said the following recently, concerning Obama and "spreading the wealth" (and I paraphrase): Why is it selfish to want to keep your hard-earned money? Why should poor people be given things, why don't they earn them like the rest of us? Why should high income people be taxed to provide services for the low income people? If you give stuff away to them for free, how can you ever expect them to work for it? The following is my reply.

WHAT I BELIEVE

When I was a kid my mom -who, like many of her generation, dropped out of school from necessity because she had to work to support the family- worked hard at a menial minimum wage job in a shirt factory. My step-father was never able to hold down a steady job because he was unstable; we later learned that instability was the beginning stages of paranoid schizophrenia.

We got food stamps. We needed them. Within a few months after Reagan took office those were cut in half. I got free lunch at school; if I had not, there were many days I would not have eaten at all. I remember one terrible 1981 day when I missed lunch for some reason and came home starved; all we had in our cupboard was a can of Crisco, and I knew it was days before my mom's payday. I remember the Christmas of 1981- the only present I got was a new belt. My family was not religious, was very dysfunctional due to my step-father's mental illness, and we were always broke -so I hated Christmas, it was nothing but a bitter reminder of what other people had and I did not. For all the days I went hungry, I had Ronald Reagan and his trickle-down economics to thank. For the food stamps and free lunch program that kept me from completely starving, I had Lyndon Johnson to thank.

It was partly due to the crappiness of my life that I was attracted, as a teenager, to Jehovah's Witnesses and their hope of a better go of it in the next life. I was also attracted by the idea of bringing hope and comfort to other people. It led me to two years of social work with Haitian refugees, an experience I treasure. Unfortunately, it cost me a college education, because the religion forbade it- and when I decided the religion was not for me, I was left with no marketable skills and no degree- and a family to support. I worked my way through college beginning when I was 32. I mopped floors, I moved furniture. My family used WIC and food stamps when we had to.

To this day, sometimes when I stand in line at the grocery store I see someone ahead of me paying with a food stamp card… and sometimes I pick up on the subtle sneers and snide comments of other people in line. I’ve heard people complain, once the welfare freeloader is safely gone, that they were using tax money to buy soda when they could just drink Kool-aid, or water…and once, heaven forbid, that someone was buying a steak. What they did not know, and I did from bitter experience, was that may well have been the only steak that family would see this month. Or that that soda and that steak might be the only comforts that person has in a shit-filled life. And what gives one person the right to say whether or not another person “deserves” to eat a steak (or, for that matter, to have another child if they are poor)?

Before too long I will be going on the job market with a Ph.D from a well-regarded history program and a handful of writing awards- straight into the professional class. This does not equal "upper class", but it is more prestigious and more remunerative than being a janitor was. Now, I could say: This money is MINE, I sweated for it, I earned it, I deserve it, so why should I share it with anyone if I don’t want to? Why should I be obligated? After all, I overcame huge obstacles, and if I can do it so can anyone else facing similar obstacles.

Except I know that last comment is not true. A large part of the reason I am where I am now, when dozens of my relatives are not, is because I was born with certain talents and a certain degree of intelligence, both of which were no more than genetic luck of the draw. What I CAN claim is my own willpower; but willpower alone does not always suffice. My cousins are not where I am- but that does not make me better than them. When I see a destitute person, I know it could easily have been me (and sometimes has been.)

The fact is, our hometown has one of the worst meth problems in the country. A generation ago it was one of the biggest marijuana producers in the country. A couple of generations before that, my grandfather went to prison for supplementing his meager farming income by making moonshine. Everyone talks about being tougher on crime instead of asking the simple question: why is there so much crime? Why is this region so economically depressed that for generations the number one preoccupation of young people has been producing, selling and consuming mind-altering substances? Some would answer: because most poor people are lazy and/or immoral. I know better. I know that most poor people are desperate. The only way out they see is to get high awhile or make a buck helping someone else do so. One of my relatives who was out on parole for making meth learned that his mother was about to lose her house. He was an uneducated convict, the best he could hope to do short term was find a minimum wage job, which would not be enough. Instead he made another batch of meth to raise the money, got caught, went back to prison, and his mother lost her home anyway. I’ve also known more than one young woman who married a man who turned out to be abusive, and was faced with a choice: continue to be beaten, or leave and try to support your kids on a McDonald’s salary which will barely cover childcare. Some risk it- but most end up in a downward spiral. I am not saying any of that is RIGHT, but I am saying there is a reason for it. Poverty kills hope. That is true in inner cities, and it is true in the Appalachian hills.

My mother did not have my advantages. I dare anyone to look me in the eye and tell me that the situation my family was in when I was a kid is a situation we DESERVED, and that if only we tried harder instead of looking for handouts it would have been better. Because that’s bull. Those people, as Everclear once sang, have never been poor and never had the joy of a welfare Christmas. And I further dare anyone to tell me my mother is lazy, or a loser. For that matter, I dare them to blame it on my ill step-father, who was only able to get medical help when he got on disability.

The experiences of my childhood, and early adulthood, have informed the rest of my life. It is part of the reason I hate social injustice, and want to fight against it as much as I can. It is why, even at times in my life when I have not felt religious, I have admired the teachings of Jesus Christ –who told rich people that if they would follow him they must first divide half their belongings among the poor, and told everyone to pay their taxes, be peaceful, help widows and orphans, give to anyone in need, feed strangers, be kind to people in prison… “whatever you have done to the least of these, you have done to me.”

It is why I don't like the Republican Party. (Not conservatism per se; bear in mind I am conservative on some issues, such as defense and gun ownership…and that I am personally against the idea of abortion, while ultimately being for a woman’s right to choose.) The Republican Party line is: everyone for himself, and devil take the hindmost. “This is America, land of opportunity- anyone can make it here, and should, and if you are poor it is YOUR FAULT, and is in fact a moral failing, and you deserve what you get.” The GOP calls itself the party of Lincoln- yet when Democrats FINALLY gave up outright racism as official policy, Republicans picked it up. Nixon’s “Southern Strategy” was to inflame white Southern Democrats’ fear of blacks and thus win over voters who were pissed that LBJ, a white Southern Democrat, had “betrayed” them by signing the Civil Rights Act. THAT is partly why blacks vote Democrat 90% of the time. And that is why the South is now the only region of the country that is solid red, except in coastal areas that have a lot of Northern move-ins. That’s not my opinion, it’s history, feel free to look it up.

I am not a communist. I do not believe that government should control all industry and commerce, and divide everything equally among the people so that there is neither wealth nor want. When that happens, no one tries, because it is impossible to get ahead. Also, you can’t trust any government with that kind of unlimited power.

I do believe that as citizens we are part of a community, and that government is a social contract between the people and their leaders- we’ll obey you, and pay our taxes, and in return you must protect our community. Protect it from invaders, and from criminals, and from fires… but also, take care of us when we hit rock bottom and give us a hand up (not a handout.) As citizens of the community, we are all responsible for giving the government the means to do all those things. As you may know, one of my specialties is Native American history. Indians have always shared with the people in their community, and never questioned the need to do so. Sitting Bull toured the country with Buffalo Bill’s Wild West Show, and was amazed to see crowds of homeless children in big cities. It was something he had never seen before. He customarily gave his entire salary to these children, amazed that no one else did so.

I believe a culture should be judged by how it treats its lowest members.

I believe profit is good, and necessary, but that selfishness is a sin, and greed is NOT good. I believe that governments SHOULD regulate industry and commerce, and set certain limits for them rather than letting them run wild… for the protection of the public. I said regulate, by the way, not take ’em over.

I believe in a progressive tax system. I believe that an across-the-board flat tax –say, having everyone pay 3% -is wrong because it is unfair. 3% of a poor man’s salary has far greater value to him than 3% of a rich man’s to that rich man- because for a poor man, virtually every expenditure is for necessities. How much of a rich man’s expenses are necessities? I therefore believe it is fair that those who have more should pay a larger percentage, because they can afford it more.

I believe there is a difference between personal morality and the public good. Between sins and crimes. Sins are for your clergy to deal with, not your government. If I choose to join a church, it’s like joining a club… I am implicitly agreeing to obey the club rules to sustain my membership. I am giving that church the right, to an extent, to tell me what to do or kick me out. This rule does not apply to government… the government has no right to tell me how to live or what to think, as long as I am not harming anyone. If I choose to blaspheme, have an orgy, read about magic, or throw a Big Gay Wedding for Mr. Sulu, it’s nobody’s business, especially not the government’s.

A word about government and religion, while I’m on the subject. Republicans –at least the wing of the party that has been dominant since Reagan –tout themselves as the party of religion and family values, as if all Democrats are heathens and they themselves have a monopoly on Christianity. (Reverend King, anyone?) And yet, consistently, almost anyone I talk to who is gung ho about invading another country and killing people, especially those who use the term “bomb them into the Stone Age,” which is a call for genocide… almost anyone who is against paying taxes, against caring for the poor, and in favor of every man for himself and screw you if you fall behind… who are the least likely to be forgiving or gracious to an opponent… that person is almost always a conservative Christian Republican. For those people, I would just like to remind you, the Pharisees were awfully darn religious too (and they hated that radical rabble-rouser Jesus.)

Republicans are about the individual, Democrats are about community. I think every American wants to be a rugged individualist, until he’s the one hurting. Despite the cowboy myths we like to indulge ourselves in… and I’ve written a few of them myself… it has ultimately been communities that built America. And we are only a community if we all agree to take care of each other, not eat each other like rats or toss the weak members to the wolves.

That’s what I believe.


"Smith creates a classic from the first chapter ... a magnificent novel."- Roundup Magazine
Winner of the Spur Award
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REFLECTIONS ON JENA, BY A WHITE SOUTHERNER Oct 3, 2007

October 3, 2007

The events which have transpired over the past year in Jena, Louisiana –once brought into the national spotlight and thus into my own awareness –surprised, outraged, and saddened me, as they did many others in this nation. One hopes that those events do not now fade into the oblivion of the news-cycle, to be replaced in our national psyche by the latest dysfunctional celebrity or murder mystery. I personally knew few of the facts until the massive demonstrations were launched in that town, and reported in the national papers, or else I would have tried to be there demonstrating as well. I even missed the demonstration on my own campus, as I did not hear about it until after I had left town for the weekend.

Perhaps then you may wonder what I could have to say, so long after the fact, and what pertinence it could have. It is actually the news coverage of the demonstrations which has set me thinking in the last few days. Before I go into detail on those reflections, in case you are one of the few who is still uninformed, let me briefly outline the events in question.

Last fall, in this small Louisiana town that is about 85% white, black students asked the high school principal if they could sit under the tree on campus whose shade was traditionally reserved for whites. “You can sit where you want,” he said, and the next morning some white students placed nooses in the tree, a chilling reminder of the days when lynch law was freely dispensed in support of Jim Crow policies. The white students were expelled, but the principal was over-ridden by the school board and the punishment was confined to a slap on the wrist and a “boys will be boys” attitude. The racial friction thus generated led to several altercations. In one, a white student brandished a shotgun at some blacks whom he felt were threatening him; they wrestled his gun away, and were arrested for theft of a firearm, second-degree robbery, and disturbing the peace. The armed white student was not arrested. In another altercation, six black students beat a white student, giving him a concussion; five of them were charged with attempted murder, and one –age 16 –was tried as an adult. This clear disparity in legal treatment received by different races is blatant and unconscionable, as were the events leading up to the fight.

Media reports about the demonstrations held in support of the “Jena Six” indicate that the demonstrators were black (and no doubt most of them were.) Counter demonstrations were launched by white supremacists. When speaking of these groups, the media’s use of the term “black demonstrators” and “white demonstrators” are equal to “anti-racism demonstrators” and “pro-racism demonstrators.” Now, I was not there, though I wish I had been—but I am sure there must have been some non-black supporters of the Jena Six there somewhere. If not, I am seriously concerned about the state of this nation. The very fact that the media could successfully make it seem that only blacks were concerned about racial justice, while whites were there to prevent it, is troubling. Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton on one side, David Duke and sundry skinheads on the other.

Let us assume that the white presence among the anti-racism demonstrators was not significant enough to stand out. What does that imply? Do today’s white students believe that opposing racism is a passé cause? That the Civil Rights Movement occurred –so long ago, in their eyes –and the monster was slain? Or, worse, that race is a black problem, to be handled by blacks alone? Because friends, Jena, Louisiana –like Hurricane Katrina –have proven that racism is alive in America. Not the subtle, whispered kind practiced by some taxi drivers or store clerks, but the full-fledged, virulent sort which we are used to seeing only in black and white newsreels. We may comfort ourselves by saying that we slew that serpent long ago (I will not dignify it by calling it a dragon); the sibilant hissing issuing from the shadows of our country says otherwise.

In the 1960s, some white Southerners feared that the Civil Rights Movement would destroy their way of life. It did not. It scoured away some of the ugliest parts of a way of life, driving them into the darkness for a time, but at the same time it redeemed the South. It was no longer necessary for whites to defend an indefensible tradition; they could let go of it and move forward. White Southerners like myself, although still ashamed of what we used to be, no longer had to be ashamed of what we are. We were freed from our own ignorance. The generation of white Southerners born during that time period –such as myself –was born into a world where MLK could be embraced as a hero by all and segregation was unimaginable. “The South has changed,” we could tell people, especially our northern black friends. “It’s not so scary or crazy anymore.”
And then we have Jena. Attitudes which we held unthinkable in a civilized place have crept back, if indeed they ever bothered to hide at all, and once again we are all equated with Klansmen and neo-Nazis. Like Lynrd Skynrd, I have never forgiven Neil Young for his song “Southern Man” –because it unfairly painted us all with the same bloody brush, when there have been Southern men (and women) working side by side with their black brothers and sisters against injustice from the days of Reconstruction to the Civil Rights Movement to today. All of that is lost in the shuffle when a bunch of hooligans start brandishing nooses.

This means that white students –especially, in my opinion, Southern white students –have to get involved. They have to do something. They must pitch in, in solidarity and in sufficient numbers, with their brothers and sisters of color. The next demonstrations over Jena, or Katrina, or whatever the next locus of racism may be, must be converged on by all of us, together, united. And we who are white must make it absolutely clear that we are outraged –that we renounce and denounce this behavior –that it may be our past, and there’s nothing we can do about that, but it is not our present and it is damn sure not our future. Our silence is complicit agreement –so the time to be silent is past. We have to stop being in the sort of fugue I have been in lately –so caught up in the daily travail of grad school that I am unaware of important causes and demonstrations –and start looking for opportunities to be heard. The next time something like this happens I would like to see students of all races pouring in by the busload –with enough whites that observers find it noteworthy, not because we are trying to colonize a movement or paternalistically take charge or credit, but because we recognize that our futures are at stake too, and that liberty and justice must be for all.

In Chicago in the 1960s, the Black Panthers joined forces with the Young Lords and the Young Patriots –radical Marxists all –to form the first incarnation of the Rainbow Coalition. The Young Lords were Puerto Rican; the Young Patriots were white Appalachians, children of Southerners who had moved north after World War II to find factory jobs and who worked to maintain their cultural heritage –minus the racism. Panthers, Lords and Patriots worked together to serve their neighborhoods and monitor the police, a perfect example of racial cooperation without co-option which would serve us all well today.

Because, again, the serpent is not dead. The longer it is ignored the stronger it gets. We cannot rest on the laurels of past victories. We have to drag that snake out into the light and beat the shit out of it, together.

Power to the people.

BOOKS BY TROY D. SMITH

"Smith creates a classic from the first chapter ... a magnificent novel."- Roundup Magazine
Winner of the Spur Award



"CROSS ROAD BLUES isn't just one of the best crime novels I've read recently, it's one of the best crime novels I've read in a long time... You need to read this one, and I recommend it very highly." -James Reasoner



Let's Begin with the Old Business

I have been keeping a very sporadic blog on my website for some time... by very sporadic, I mean about a dozen posts in 3 and a half years, mostly just when I get really worked up about something. I thought it might make sense to transfer those to this venue, as they do a good job of expressing some of my most deeply-held and basic views. Let's get this train a-rollin'!