You have to read it from the bottom up, and you should read the blog post first to get the whole context. This really emboldened my faith in blogging and the comment function on blogs. Now, if the conversations could be this productive all the time...
Name: Mary V
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Thanks for writing back, Dave. I was hoping you would. And thanks for your insightful post. I forgot to say that in the rush to get my own thoughts down. Some mornings it's hard to eat breakfast after reading the day's grim headlines. But of course, I always do. That's the dilemma. How should we then live?
2010-01-31 11:37 Permalink Reply
Name: Dave
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MV,
You're right, of course. Even if you did have French colonial forbearers it wouldn't be your responsibility.
And I'm not advocating for doing nothing. In fact, I don't know that I'm advocating for any plan of action here. This is the mistake that we often make about writers, artists and art in general: that they/it is telling you to live and behave differently. My interest here was to capture the frustration and despair I was feeling--the helpless feeling of knowing that you can't really do anything to turn back the tide of suffering. When I start thinking this way, though, I ultimately start meditating on what it would take for the situation to be different. Here, as with most tragedies, the answer is very, very complicated, and, I think, it involves not just those French colonists you spoke of, or the witch doctors, but a radically different way of living and relating to one another, period. In other words, I start to think about how things might be different if we actually were a thoroughly and authentically Christian nation. What would that mean? What would that look like? I don't know. But I think that's where my grotesque and somewhat apocalyptic imagination comes from. I can't avoid the ironies of 21st century American life. They stare me in the face all day long and I feel compelled to write about them to make sure I'm not going crazy; that this is really happening.
So, yes, we rush to the aid of those in need, guilt and all, but what happens afterwards? Are our lives changed by these encounters? If they have been, then I think we need to tell that story. So, I guess what I'm saying is that maybe art does advocate; it advocates for taking the long view. As Flannery O'Connor said, she was not a realist insofar as everyday families are murdered by escaped serial killers, but a "realist of distances." You strive to see near things as though far, and far things as though near.
2010-01-30 08:16 Permalink Reply
Name: MV
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Yes, Haiti has been there all along. And maybe it took an earthquake to wake the rest of us up long enough to remember that. I don't feel responsible for Haiti's misery, however, anymore than I feel responsible for the Holocaust. My forbears were not French colonialists nor Voodoo witch doctors, nor secret police operatives. When someone's house is falling down upon them, you don't stop to discuss who built the house, how long ago, and who was responsible for its collapse. You rush to their aid and help them survive, guilt and all.
2010-01-29 18:16 Permalink Reply
