Waking Up
In light of the current political environment, my thoughts turn to when it was that I came to realize that actions taken by political leaders are not always in the best interest of peace and security, and that high ranking officials can be as dishonest and corrupt as a mafia don. Similarly, there was a time I came to see that it is important to question and examine information that had been presented to me as if it were the truth. And today, we have to drill through the false statements and power-hungry actions of greedy and blind leaders to further the cause of peace and justice.
The way I saw the world that involved politics, government, and religion began to undergo a transformation in 9th grade at the Christian Brothers high school I attended. Oddly enough, much of the transformation was prompted by what I learned in Religion class. During that academic year, we found that what became the Bible wasn’t something that was dictated by some deity to chosen transcribers. Rather, different oral traditions provided pathways to the content of what became the bible when written language could organize and record oral stories. Furthermore, some content such as the stories of Creation and the flood resembled those that were similar to those found in other religious and cultural traditions and were never intended to chronicle actual events.
My thinking changed further in my very unusual senior Religion class in which we began the year critiquing writers who theorized that God is dead. During the second semester, we broke into small research/study groups that researched and presented to the class on topics such as race, poverty, war, and sexual behavior. Such an invitation to think critically was rare and much appreciated. I was really starting to open up to different ways of seeing the conditions of the world.
Still pretty much a Catholic at that point in my life, I sought out the Catholic community at Cornell when I arrived in the fall of 1967. Learning that the Catholic chaplain was a draft card burner, I was curious about such a stance and found myself involved in anti-Vietnam War demonstrations and eventually a trip to Washington DC to join a weekend of marches. By then I was reading work by Daniel Berrigan, who showed up briefly at a rally in Barton Hall while on the run from the FBI. I also took a government class that helped me understand some of the history of the French and U.S. involvement in Vietnam and the clear immorality of conducting such a conflict with no defensible reason for doing so. I went to work to keep my ass out of the military draft and considered moving to Canada if I failed (my number was called but I flunked my physical). By the time the Watergate plumbers broke into Democratic party headquarters and we saw again what a crook Nixon was, it was reinforced over and over how distrustful, insincere, and power hungry so many politicians were, and how willing they were to put the lives of thousands of others at risk for truly unjustifiable reasons. Eisenhower was right to warn us of the perils of the military industrial complex years before Nixon came to power.
Fast forward to the present where I engage more in Zen Buddhism but still appreciate the commitment to social justice and liberation theology taught and practiced by the Jesuits, for and with whom I have worked for over 30 years. My immersion experiences with students in high poverty communities in Tijuana, El Salvador, and Jamaica and the service-learning and community activities that have taken me to urban communities where children and families are kept from reaching their full potential have opened my eyes further to oppression and injustice.
Today I took part in a peace meditation practice organized by the Buddhist Action Network and led a loving-kindness meditation. This was just one small way to take action to help bring peace to the world. This week I will take the practice of meditation to one of Maryland’s state correctional facilities and write letters to try and influence lawmakers to act in effective ways to curtail violence and further the cause of peace rather than violence. I am grateful for the teachers I have encountered who have directed me to the paths on which I walk today.
