Take these broken wings and learn to fly. Paul McCartney
I think of the painting by van Gogh, the man in the chair. Everything wrong, and nowhere to go. His hands over his eyes. Mary Oliver
He ruins things. That’s what he likes. To ruin things. Holly Black
Pick up your pieces. Then, help me gather mine. Vera Nazarian
There was no part of him that was not broken, that had not healed wrong, and there was no part of him that was not stronger for having been broken. Leigh Bardugo
This planet is a broken bone that didn’t set right, a hundred pieces of crystal glued together. Tahereh Mafi
We are all wonderful, beautiful wrecks. That’s what connects us. Emilio Estevez
Genius is brokenness harnessed. Abhijit Naskar
She felt as if the mosaic she had been assembling out of life’s little shards got dumped to the ground, and there was no way to put it back together. Anne Lamott
The storm is out there and every one of us must eventually face the storm. Bryant McGill
One small crack does not mean that you are broken, it means that you were put to the test and you didn’t fall apart. Linda Poindexter
Everything had become works. Like trees these works were tainted by diseased growths, were often hypocrisy, imaginary merit, idleness. Soren Kierkegaard
One of the benefits for me of being away from New York is the ease of exercise. Not easy exercise but being able to go for runs, even in the early morning, without dodging dogs and people scurrying around inattentively on sidewalks which have long needed a facelift.
But in some places, including Los Angeles, the streets are occupied by the unhoused, people (mostly men) huddled each morning around public bathrooms at the end of municipal parking facilities.
They never bother me. They often say good morning. They are equally, quite often and quite clearly at the edge of being broken. Some are food insecure. Multiply displaced on a weekly basis. Searching trash cans and alleyways for something to sell or add to their collection of worldly goods crammed into appropriated shopping carts, men waking up to the same reality as yesterday and the day before, hands over their eyes much like the man in the Van Gogh painting, trying to keep from recognizing an immediate environment where so much of what they experience is just plain wrong.
There was a time in my life here in the US, or perhaps I simply conjured it up, when this level of brokenness was the exception more than the rule, a time when institutions of all stripes seemed to be trying to be responsive, when neighbors seemed to be trying to be good neighbors, when people were willing to feel at least a tinge of shame when discriminatory thoughts and the actions which followed crossed into consciousness.
Of course, we have often been some version of broken, often been willing to take our foot off the accelerator of equity and kindness, often been willing to duck the impending storm rather than face its threats head on. We have often been insufficiently conscious of an inconvenient human truth, that our propensity for creating and building mirrors at best our propensity for destruction and brokenness. We have experienced as parents and teachers how much easier it can be to destroy than to build as we watch small, angry children knock down Lego structures in a nano-second that it took other children hours to construct.
But even knowing these uncomfortable truths about ourselves, even knowing of people close to and far from us who simply like “ruining things,” there is something about this moment that feels different, the small armies of ruiners delighting in identifying those people and structures that can be thoughtlessly pushed off the wall towards certain destruction. A seeming delight in the cruelty of so many Humptys lying in pieces, mindfully shattered almost beyond any hope of repair, one example after another of how much easier it is to ruin lives than to set the many broken bones of traumatized humans to their best healing positions.
In my own country as in too many other places, we are being “led” by people whose singular skill is breaking things – breaking convention, breaking trust, but also breaking wills. Breaking them not through the force of argument but through force itself. If you pay any attention at all to the cruelty which we have a society has unleashed on each other, cruelty which has a good bit of its precedents in many US government administrations prior to this one, it is easy to understand why so many are losing sleep over the destruction of things we have claimed to long cherish, even if we didn’t always act like we did.
This current US administration, like others in various global regions, has learned its “Lego-lesson” well. Take a wrecking ball to families and programs rather than fixing them. Push Humpty off the wall with such force and perhaps even righteous delight that it explodes into a thousand pieces, too many for others to gather up let alone reassemble. This is at the heart of the Project 2025 agenda – too much cruelty to effectively counter, too much destruction to fully repair. The combination of trauma and uncertainty, as well as once-reliable institutions gutted of functionality and presided over by people for whom ascriptions of “merit” too-often seem as one more figment of their ideology-saturated imaginations, this surely defines a formidable agenda for all of us going forward.
We are doing our business on a planet akin to a “broken bone that didn’t set right,” a world of grave issues still within our capacity to resolve but with too much stubborn, self-interested, even cruel officialdom reacting to the coming storms by wildly casting blame on predecessors or simply by denying they exist at all.
Most of you who still read these posts are fully aware of what I have laid out here. You have witnessed the will to destroy and subjugate. You have perhaps even benefited materially from a world tilted in favor of the well-educated and comfortable, tilted to such a degree and for such a long time that our society has taken on the metaphorical shape of a certain tower in Pisa, a shape that has also and perpetually resisted returning to the straight and narrow.
In this context, I recall recently reading a letter to the Washington Post from a self-described “liberal” who apparently is quite pleased with the current White House occupant because her 401K is doing great and she isn’t seeing so many immigrants in her neighborhood. Clearly, the abject cruelty of some has given license to others to release their very own self-interested genies out of their respective bottles.
So what do we do? How do we resist this ruinous trend at a time when the odds seem heavily stacked against our better selves, when our societal “arc” is now directed less towards justice and more towards inequity and lawlessness? I think there are two lanes that we must pursue together.
The first is the citizenship lane. Write letters. Post to blogs. Join demonstrations. Organize people around common aspirations. Learn as much as you can about the origins and history of our now-floundering democratic institutions. It is important for all of us, but certainly for our erstwhile political leadership, to be reminded that not everyone agrees with them, believes them, supports their agendas, accepts their hypocrisies and dubious ascriptions of merit. Not by a longshot. But it is also important for us to recognize that there are priorities for opposition – that not everything proposed by our political adversaries is adversarial or destructive. And that a good chunk of our own political supporters have indulged in dubious policies and practices as well.
But beyond civics, we have a responsibility to respond more resolutely to our current climate of violence and brokenness, to ensure that the shards of what has to this point been a formidable eruption of destructiveness do not, to the best of our ability, impact people and places closer to us, leak any closer to our circles of meaning.
We must, in effect, declare and maintain zones less affected by ruin, zones which can demonstrate and reinforce more of the best of which we are capable. Zones where children are safe, zones where people look after each other, zones where our brokenness can be a source of strength and learning so that we might soar beyond current and inherited limitations. Zones which communicate to those whose business is ruin that ruin shall not be allowed to take root everywhere.
And this is some of how we might communicate such messaging. Be better neighbors. Plant more trees. Support the people who harvest our crops, heal our wounds and respond to our emergencies. Volunteer with children. Extend yourself to strangers. Dare to inspire others. Pick up the pieces of your own brokenness and then help others to pick up theirs so that you and they might fly once again.
What I’m sure appears at one level to be pious indulgence must now become an integral part of our struggle with the world and with ourselves. Don’t let the ruin extend any further. Let it end with the people and places dear to you, but also with those people and places less known to you, those on whom you still depend and who still remain dependable. Our circles of concern, our circles in defiance of ruin, must continue to expand beyond the confines of domiciles and neighborhoods.
I firmly believe that Humpty can eventually be put back together again, can regain at least some semblance of a dignified place on that proverbial wall. So too can the unhoused men at the edge of a Los Angeles parking lot. We are breaking for sure, most all of us in our various contexts, but we are not irreparably broken. Not yet.
If we haven’t already done so, this might be the perfect time for us to get over ourselves, to widen the circles of our interest and our practical concern. This is our test, the questions are still coming, and we must not permit ourselves to fall apart until all are effectively answered.
Tags: brokenness, cruelty, merit, US