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Newtown, Watertown, Anytown

1C635ADBLike many people, I spent much of last week fixated on the developing events in and around Boston. From the initial bombings to the subsequent manhunt, shootout and ultimate capture of the surviving suspect, my days were filled with twitter feeds, news app updates, and live reporting from a myriad of sources including NPR, BBC, and Al Jazeera.

Now that Dzhokhar Tsarnaev has been taken into custody the big question on everyone’s lips is, “Why?”  Why carry out such a cowardly and violent act?  This is a question we’ve asked many times when coping with tragedy.  Sadly, we rarely get a satisfying answer and for now we must wait until Tsarnaev is deemed fit for questioning to see if this time around is any different.

However, before we learned the identities of the suspects a different question hung heavy in the ether. “Who?” Who could have done this to us?

It seemed that there were two options.

Option A: Muslim Extremist
Option B: Homegrown Extremist

The first option is an obvious one, with our memories of 9/11 intact, not to mention all those nasty wars we keep fighting in dark-skinned parts of the world against people who “threaten” our “freedoms”. The fact that we collectively lump people of a certain faith into one suspicious package should set off many an alarm bell and conjure up many a historical counterpart to such unacceptable, and downright dangerous, behavior. And yet…

The second option is a little trickier, and perhaps more upsetting, given that we hate to think it could be one of our own carrying out such terrors. But by categorizing the homegrown variety as psychologically unstable individuals, social rejects, or just plain outcasts (Adam Lanza, Jared Laughner, James Holmes to name a few recent ones), we are able to make this possibility work for us as well.

With the capture of Dzhokhar Tsarnaev, it seems like we’ve hit a terrorist jackpot, been given the “best” of both worlds: a 19 year old Muslim kid of Chechen origins who grew up here in the US in what will no doubt prove to be a disaffected manner (despite evidence to the contrary).  This scenario is rife with opportunity to peg the culprit as an outcast, foreigner, dissident, unassimilated other.

But therein lies the problem, for we are engaged in a distinct “Other-ing”. That is, the systematic distancing of ourselves from those who would do us harm. We paint them as “Others” to cleanse ourselves of any and all culpability, any and all responsibility. We point a finger away from ourselves, absolving us from wrongdoing by finding someone else to blame.

This “Other-ing” is evident in the cheering that accompanied Dzhokhar Tsarnaev’s capture. How else can one explain the “celebration” evidenced by smiling faces, joyful laughter, and chants of “USA, USA, USA”?  Were it truly one of our own that had committed this crime what would there be to celebrate?  I am reminded, unfortunately, of similar (albeit more elaborate) scenes of jubilation after Osama Bin Laden had been killed.  His demise was cause for a mass block party (address 1600 Pennsylvania Ave.) to celebrate the ridding ourselves of the most troublesome of “Others”.

This “Other-ing” also exists at an official level. Case in point, the debate on whether to administer Tsarnaev his Miranda rights and his possible classification as an “enemy combatant”. Does citizenship carry no protection?  Do we live in a police state that can freely withdraw that protection simply because an individual has hurt us?

This is not to say that Tsarnaev’s crimes should go unpunished, but if such punishment is to have any legitimacy then it must be in total compliance with our laws.  Do we have such little faith in our justice system that the only way to treat him is to set him apart from the beliefs and practices we supposedly uphold?

There is a greater lesson to be learned here about our sense of self in relationship to our sense of community. As evidenced by the “Other-ing” of Tsarnaev, when faced with a choice we inevitably choose exclusion over inclusion, and in so doing isolate ourselves from darker truths.

Jared Laughner Adam Lanza James Holmes

How much more problematic would it be to recognize the Adam Lanzas, the Timothy McVeighs, and now the Tsarnaevs as our own. It might raise dangerous questions as to why we (and not they) are violent.  Why we (and not they) are unhappy with our lot.  How we (and not they) are failing as a society.

These events are tragedies. Times for somber self-reflection and healing, certainly not celebration. At best, these are times when we band together and demonstrate our strength as community tied to all other communities. At worst, these are times when we separate ourselves from “Others”, chanting with a false sense of superiority.  But unless we look inward, solemnly, and point fingers at ourselves, then we will soon see another face plastered across the airwaves and cable networks, one that we will again try to call “Other” but we should all know is, in fact, US.

Silhoutted Mug Shot

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Temple Run 2 – How I learned to forgive myself and embrace failure

A while back I wrote a blog piece about the highly (and I mean HIGHLY) successful game Temple Run. Of everything I have written on this site I receive more hits to that article than all the rest combined.  Here I was thinking people were interested in my unique point of view and clever witticisms when in reality all they want are hints, cheats, and tricks to higher scores.  I am duly humbled.

The makers of Temple Run recently issued a sequel to their game.  A new skin on an old skeleton, Temple Run 2 is not much more than a rehash/repeat of its predecessor, albeit with souped-up graphics and a couple of new options.  Don’t get me wrong, though. I love this game.  My addiction to the original having waned, I am flung into the welcoming arms of its descendent at the mere mention of a “Coin Magnet” super power.  Hip hip!

Temple Run Screen Grab

But as I race across a never-ending landscape of mountain paths, crumbling fortresses and diamond mines I take pause.  Why on earth would I spend any amount of time going over the same ground again and again?  I know how it’s going to end, my being impaled on spinning spikes or slamming into a mineshaft beam.  Where is the joy in that?

And yet, I can’t but make a comparison between the endless sprint of Guy Dangerous and my own pursuits.

We all like to think that everything we set our minds to will culminate in a joyous and highly celebrated success story.  Goal firmly in mind, we soldier through thick and thin only to be crowned victorious at the end and applauded by all for our tenacity, perseverance, and dedication.  Yeah, yeah!

Truth is, I find that there is a distinct failure-to-success ratio that shows up when I look back at my many undertakings in life (with the failures far outnumbering the successes).  Be they ever hopeful pursuits in work, art, and certainly love, most of these endeavors have wound up impaled on a proverbial spike, or falling off a cliff, or being swept away in a torrent of water, to use additional Temple Run 2 metaphor.

These failures seemingly make up the bulk of what I do, who I am, and what compels me nonetheless forward.  My life is a systematic accumulation of failures.

If this all sounds a bit dour, fear not.  This is where Temple Run 2 comes back into the argument.  As I mentioned earlier, there is no good outcome to playing this game.  The best you can hope for is running a little further or gathering a few more coins before dying horribly.  And knowing that, what is left is to enjoy the run, and become ever more adept at turning sharp corners or leaping up to grab a precious gem.  And indeed, for all my efforts I have come far.  Just check out my latest high score for proof.

Temple Run High Score

Picking myself up after failures in life has certainly not prevented me from experiencing more.  Any goal pursued with the much-needed gusto to succeed is the very recipe for a spectacular failure.  I find that, in fact, the more pigheaded I am about a goal, the greater the likelihood of it all going awry in the most damning way possible.  As such, one should celebrate ones existence as represented by the magnitude of ones failures.  The greater they are, the more gloriously one must be tackling life itself.  And if that’s not a worthy endeavor, I don’t know what is.

If once I cowered away from failure, now I embrace it.  Ok, that’s a total lie.  However, you have to admit that the sentence doesn’t sound as good when written as, “If once I cowered away from failure, now I mostly just squirm and berate myself for once again making the same mistakes, and when will I ever learn, but oh well what can you do, might as well get on with it, maybe next time will be different, yeah right.”

But I do keep running.

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Ichabod and the Guns of Freedom

Let’s talk about guns.  It’s all the rage.  Everyone is doing it.  Hand guns, assault rifles, high capacity magazine clips. It’s very exciting and a quick “gun store online” Google search yields a bounty of “Shoot now pay later!” results (179 million).  So many choices.  So much to discuss.

It’s all very American to be sure, this ultimate freedom of ownership, freedom being the big issue.  Google “Freedom in America” and you get a whopping 1 billion plus results.  Compare it to “Freedom in the UK’ (483 million), “Freedom in France” (106 million), or “Freedom in Syria” (88 million) and you see a clear disparity.  Granted, these are not scientific results, but like it or not Google has become the measure by which we quickly evaluate a topic’s worth.

Gun ownership inevitably comes up in any discussion of freedom in the US, umbilically linked to what it means to be American.  Guns are part and parcel of the American myth, wrapped up in the entrepreneurial, brash, optimistic if a tad naïve and lacking in history, image of Americans that is stereotypically upheld by others.

But myth, as we all know, is not fact.

Myth, as metaphor, exists to teach us how to live in, and make sense of, the world.  Creation myths provide an existential sense of security, regardless of whether the world was created in 6 days by some almighty being (Judeo-Christian), is a result of Father Sky and Mother Earth being pried apart by a frustrated son (Maori), or the product of a turtle’s mud-covered back (Iriquois).  Other myths offer caution.  The Greeks are particularly notable in this, with everyone from Icarus to Prometheus warning us to behave.

America as Icarus - A reinterpretation of Bruegel's "De Val Van Icarus"

America as Icarus – A reinterpretation of Bruegel’s “De Val Van Icarus”

But if myths exist to show us the path, how does the American myth navigate today’s world?  The Asian Century is upon us.  America seems culturally irrelevant, barely worthy of note to our friends in the east save as a cheap shopping destination (fire sale at that!).  And what do we do?  We talk about guns, although who can blame us?  We do live in the shadow of many a brave soul known for their conquering nature.  And what are guns if not a symbol of our subjugation of others?  Be it Daniel Boone, Paul Revere, or George Custer, their myth is one of utter defiance, be it of nature, government, or even people.

It appears, though, that we have become slaves to this mythology, blindly clutching at something that has lost its relevance.  I propose a new myth, of my own creation.  In this tale a gun-toting Ichabod builds a wall around himself, built entirely of firearms.  He calls his wall Freedom and protects it from all who dare approach.  As his wall grows, so declines Ichabod’s sense of others, for they are obscured by his dedication to his own freedom.  Finally, Ichabod is crushed as his self-imposed prison collapses, barely noticed by the rest of the world that has long since moved on.

This, I fear, is what is happening as we rage on about our freedoms and liberties.  We toss these terms around, hell bent on protecting the tired catch phrases of the past rather than committing ourselves to a healthy future.  All this talk about 2nd amendment rights, civil liberties and what our founding fathers meant is so mired in yesteryear as to be profoundly un-American.  I thought this was a nation of innovators and forward thinking individuals.  So what’s this obsession with the past?  And why must we cling to outdated ideas simply because the constitution and its amendments say so?  No wonder the country is stagnating.

Perhaps the American myth can be saved, though, simply by recognizing the mythical industrious nature of Americans, that is the power to reinvent.  Isn’t that what has driven countless immigrant to these illustrious shores, myself among them?  Reinvention, rather than blind steadfastness, is the key to progress.  China did it.  Korea did it.  Other countries would be advised to follow suit, the US among them.  But alas the US is not a follower.  Or maybe that’s just another myth that needs debunking (oh Kyoto Protocol, where art thou?).

Yet as we scuffle in the ashes of a defunct world-view should we not recognize that this too has its base in myth.  Something about a bird, I think.  And fire.  And rebirth.

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