Lately I’ve begun to wonder if I’m suffering from depression.
For a while now, I’ve been unable to concentrate in order to get work that I need to get done accomplished. There just doesn’t seem to be any joy anymore, and nothing seems to interest me the way it used to. There’s no sense of purpose in my life.
Now and then, everyone gets the blues (just ask Neil Diamond), but this seems to be deeper and so much more than that. Trouble is I don’t have any idea what’s triggered it.
All I do know is that I need to get over this soon, before it overwhelms me.
A long time ago, my mother gave a speech to a national organization.
Her opening line was “I am an immigrant“.
As her son, it only seems right for me to borrow and modify that line today.
She came to this country in 1957 – a year after I was born to her and her American husband in the land of her birth, then known as West Germany. Once she and my grandmother (who came over with us) were settled into Philadelphia, my father left to complete his overseas duty obligations with the military. When he returned after that, we became the typical Hollywood immigrant family that most know from films and television: speaking German at home, and English to deal with the rest of the world. My original realization that most people here spoke only one language is still one that mystifies me.
My mother loved her new country with passion. Having spent her early years under National Socialism, she knew all too well the incredible freedoms enjoyed as a matter of course here. She was a big booster of the United States wherever she was, wherever she went. She did not take America for granted.
There were people that mistrusted her and disliked her simply because of her heritage and the history that heritage implied for them. People who shunned her, people who whispered behind her back. It did not stop her from holding her head high, for those people did not try to actually know her.
Today, I hear voices raised saying that people like my mother – immigrants – are the causes of the woes of this country. That they and their offspring do not belong here, and we should get rid of them by any means necessary. It’s easy to dismiss them as blowhards, as I certainly have in the past. The fact that they are now getting more and more of a serious hearing means something very sobering:
They are talking about people like my mother… and me. Both Americans, one by naturalization, one by birth because of an American parent while in Germany.
Their attitude is a ludicrous one. Next time you’re in the mall or at a sporting event, look around you. See all those people? It may not be as close relation as my own, but they are all descended from immigrants to this country. Their families did not spring fully formed from the soil of America. Instead, it was the United States that offered them the opportunity to thrive and flourish here, in some cases over generations welcomed to these shores as the poem inscribed on the Statue of Liberty states.
Think about it when someone says immigrants are dangerous, or untrustworthy, or anything else that reduces them to some sort of formless, shapeless, gray mass instead of human beings. Think about it when the words used are designed to turn immigrants and others into an “other” to be shunned, feared, and ultimately attacked and exterminated. Lest we forget it was that kind of rhetoric that helped contribute to the death of over 6 million people – people who were reduced to “other” status. The “other” that requires ethnic cleansing, just because they are different.
Think about that the next time you hear about someone who has been chanting “build that wall”.
It’s time to remember those trapped inside alternate facts, in an alternate history. Elegy to Bowling Green In Bowling Green where they are lain Side by side in final rest, Where they …
Source: In Memoriam
It’s time to remember those trapped inside alternate facts, in an alternate history.
Elegy to Bowling Green
In Bowling Green where they are lain
Side by side in final rest,
Where they can claim immortal Fame,
That we may call them Blessed,
We call no rolls for those we lost,
Unknown they all remain.
Who paid too soon so large a cost,
Yet who’d do it all again.
Their names unknown we’ll forge ahead
Knowing that’s what they’d want:
No tears or cries or drooping heads—
Just a peaceful signed détente.
Cameras flash; reporters shout,
Man’s inhumanity to Man,
We wonder what it’s all about,
While thanking Kellyanne.
For she it was who spread the news,
A solemn voice from some strange Muse
Facts or fictions, you may choose
Because, my friends, they’re what we use…
Don’t remember Bowling Green?
As a writer, I’m approached quite a bit by people that seem to think I’m looking for opportunities to give my work and talent away pro bono (for free).
Their argument usually goes something like this – if I give them my time, energy, and talent I will gain value down the road by showcasing what I have done for them for nothing. It will give me business and attract future paying commissions for my work.
It could not be further from the truth, and here’s why.
Unless I can point to a real, tangible payoff to giving away my labor and efforts there is absolutely no reason or point to my doing so. Furthermore, that whole “showcasing what I have done for them” stuff that’s supposed to attract business for me as a freelancer will most assuredly work for me – in a negative fashion.
It will bring out additional leeches who will want me to continue to offer blood, toil, tears, and sweat totally free because I will gain even more exposure of my talents through them for future business in the sweet by-and-by. After all, haven’t I already set a precedent by giving away my work to that prior “client”?
So, if you are a writer, painter, or similar professional in your field – beware the lure of the silver tongued client who wants you to work for free.
It costs them nothing, but may cost you a great deal down the road.
John Lewis is a freelance writer and editor for hire. Reach him at firstname.lastname@example.org . He writes for the site Crowdfunding Hell. To see his write-ups on LinkedIn, join the group Products In Search of A Market. On Facebook, join Products in Search of a Market (Facebook).
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If you write, work with words as your means of making a mark in the world – you are going to get involved at some point with some pretty esoteric arguments.
Use – or don’t use – the Oxford comma, for example? You get the picture.
I share the following article with you as an example of how quickly you can go down this particular rabbit hole. Have fun!