Some years ago, Ginger and I were walking along the sidewalk in Davis Square in Somerville, Mass. when we passed a homeless man sitting in a doorway. Just as we drew even with him, he barked, “Change!” loudly enough for the people across the street to hear him.

    “I’m sorry, I don’t have any,” Ginger said.
    “I’m trying, I’m trying,” I pleaded.

    Same word, different ears.

    The story came back to mind over the last few days, as the election hysteria crescendoed, along with the predictions of the Democrats’ demise, and most of the news analysts couldn’t complete a sentence without talking about change. And I wondered about their working definition of the word. It can mean to alter or transform; it can also mean to swap out, as in exchange. Then, of course, there’s the pocket-full-of-change variety, or as far as this election was concerned, the truckloads full of change.

    I found some comfort in looking up the word, though I felt I knew the definition, because it helped me come to terms with the reality that the “change” our politicians talk about, particularly when they are the ones out of power, is about the swapping out and the change I dream of has more of a revolutionary edge. Our political process is more pendulum than promise, more vengeance than virtue, more hubris than hope. Based on their track record, to see tonight’s election as profound change in Congress makes as much sense as thinking it’s a whole new ball game because two football teams swapped ends of the field at halftime.

    When I look at the rest of the world, I am amazed that we move from one party in power to the other with little or none of the violence that plagues some nations. Then again, none of those nations have the resources we do. And we can only see our process as relatively violence free if we ignore the way we talk to each other. This election season has been a verbal bloodbath. We have little to be proud of. We are angrier, meaner, and more extravagant in both our budgets and belligerence than we have ever been. And we are obsessed with elections. Everyday is election season. By Monday, people will begin announcing they are running for President in 2012 so we can all pick sides ands scream at each other some more.

    Politicians and special interest groups whose donors remain anonymous spent more money and aired more attack ads than just about any other election. I heard one party pundit praise his candidates for “not getting mired down in talking about the issues.” Mitch O’Connell made a point of saying his top concern is to make sure Obama is a one term president. Not the war in Afghanistan. Not the economy. Not anything other than win, win, win. And he’s far from alone in his sentiment, on either side of the fight.

    I voted today, and I also wondered if my actions did anything more than perpetuate the system. I work hard not to shop at Wal Mart because of the way they have chosen to run their business over the years. Why do I keep participating in a system that is invested in making sure people with money have the most influence, holds a warped view of power and what it means to be in charge, and has no appetite for transformation?

    The question is not rhetorical. Neither is it a cheap cynical shot. It’s very alive to me. Whatever the issue – immigration, poverty, nuclear arms, foreign policy, health care – shouting each other down is not the same thing as a meaningful discussion. Making political or parliamentary maneuvers to block legislation is not the same as honest dialogue. Well-financed sound bytes are not legitimate substitutes for substantive articulation.

    And simply repeating the regurgitation is not reporting, either.

    I have no illusion that anyone beyond the fellow members of my neighborhood board listen to me, when it comes to politics. I’ve no money to give, no constituency to offer, even if I am a straight white guy. But speaking up does not feel as futile as voting to me because I believe words do change things – transform things. And I trust what I see in the life of Jesus and in the gospels: real change is not instigated by the powerful, or by appealing to them, or, perhaps, voting for them.

    I’ve made several attempts at ending this piece that have moved from overly sincere to sanctimonious to sappy, none of them satisfactory. So I think I’ll go for small. I can’t fix the big issues, so I will choose to look into faces. Anar, a man who works at one of our local grocery stores, works with Bhutanese refugees moving to the area and needs Target gift cards to help them set up house. I can do that. We teach English classes on Wednesday nights at our church for local Latino immigrants. I can do that. I can cook for whoever I can find. I can keep making Kiva loans. I can help my students live through high school. I can love my wife. I can have a lifetime of hope and opportunity by choosing to meet the needs in front of my face.


    What do you hear?



    1. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. YES. Thank you–I’ve been trying to voice the identical sentiments about the election and my sense that there are so many more effective things we can do every day–cook, teach, write, befriend, help, nurture, love–but it only comes out in frustrated babble. Thank you for articulating it.

    2. A couple of times (at least) the political demonization has gotten more out of hand than at present. The Civil War and the protests against the war in Vietnam come to mind. That being said, people on sides (either one) aren’t listening to each other, and are more focused on winning than on doing good things for the country. Jon Stuart’s Rally to Restore Sanity was a step in the right direction, but too few took the step when it came to casting a ballot.

    3. Yes, thank you for sharing what I have been feeling. I have not cared about this election, and you have explained why. What I do care about are the things I can have an impact on. Thanks for the focus.

    4. Milton –

      To echo the sentiments already posted by others – you hit the nail on the head! Thank you for putting into words, what many of us have been feeling.

      I believe the most any of us can do is to “think globally, act locally”. That phrase is “borrowed” from somewhere, but I can’t remember where. I firmly believe that our local politicians, at the city, county and state level, have the most impact on our lives, and have the lowest election budgets so are less impacted by special interest groups.

    5. What’s wrong with the way Wal-Mart does business? I find their employees to be friendly, their prices reasonable, and selection to be more than adequate.

      I find great value there…

    6. milton:

      once again, i stop by yer blog, randomly, & suddenly realize the weight of the unformed & unaddressed ideas that are floating in the front of my mind — i realize that somehow i have been led here, unbeknownst to myself or to the “leader” who brought me, so that i may read something that causes me to FEEL something. it’s so rare, these days, for text and feeling to be so interconnected — but every so often you are right there at the intersection, smiling mysteriously and gesticulating wildly for me [& of course anyone else who happens by] to “pay attention, boy!” it’s really quite unbelievable.

      and of course i love you for it. . . here’s to you, and to the proliferation of “joy-tears” that you have given me, via this blog, in the last year or so. . . thanks.

      oh, and by the way — two things: 1) we REALLY need to get together, i’m starting to miss our tuesdays that we used to have, and 2) i got you an early christmas present; you could call it any kind of “present” you want, but in any case, i got you something. wanna give it to you soon. so hey — an excuse to get together!!!

      let’s chat, text me whenever.

      love always,

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