Those are easy words to utter. Probably the most harmful phrase in the English language. Or perhaps the most constructive. I dunno. It allows so much to happen. In response to everything from a simple request from your child to enabling evil itself…we are all guilty of not caring at the moment. Any given moment. So how do we change this? How do we get in the moment in which we do care. Well, I think it has to do with integrity. That code which can be eroded. It is constantly being pounded from without. Mine has taken a beating, I can tell you. Sometimes I give in too easily. We all do. It is within the realm of our human-ness to do so.
You have probably gathered by now that “the world is too much with me” today…as I like to say. I don’t really have that much to say that I haven’t already said a thousand times before. Maybe you won’t want to read this. Maybe you don’t care to be bothered. I wouldn’t blame you. I am no Guru. Gems don’t fall from my keyboard simply because I care to sit down for a few minutes and ruminate with my fingers.
My wife likes hummus. I don’t. What the hell are chick-peas anyway? I don’t care. High in protein she says. Sounds like greenie food to me. I don’t care. What I do care about is where this particular brand of hummus comes from. The brand is Sabra. This word means:”a native-born israeli”. It doesn’t take much to understand then that this little package contains ingredients stolen from Palestinians. Olives, chick-peas…whatever. I care about this.
Inside this little plastic container is the blood of a nation. This makes me angry. I have spent too much time of my short life being angry. Is angry caring really caring….good question. Some little things are important to people.
I know this guy that cares obsessively about those push-wire signs that you see along the roadside. “I lost 40 lbs” …”No money down home loans”. Those type. You have seen them. He is obsessed with them. When he sees these signs that barely transmit their message beyond most people’s corneas…he will pull his truck over to the side of the road, grumbling and goddamming. He rips them out of the ground and throws them in the bed. When his vehicle gets full of them…he takes them to the dump and pays to throw them into the landfill. This is his only real obsession of which I am aware. He cares that companies advertise freely by putting their pitches on the roadside. Funny that. What people care about. Oh well.
If we could channel this angry caring that folks seem to have for unusual things, what could we accomplish? The sign-guy never even had a parking ticket…but he is willing to allow his anger to motivate him to right-a-wrong. To steal, to trespass to destroy. Or maybe it isn’t a matter of allowing. Maybe it’s beyond voluntary. I don’t know. But I do care. I could take this hummus back to the store and smear it in the face of the grocery manager that was insensitive enough not to care that he sold my wife food from a terrorist state. Maybe I will do just that. Perhaps he will “care” from then on. You gotta draw the line somewhere. Stop the erosion. But where is that line for everyone, you might ask. Is it being approached en masse? Is there a point beyond which humanity will no longer suffer the wrongs that judaism brings to the world( and it is almost always their ethos that pushes people to these sign-ripping phenomena)?
Surely there is. Surely their is a line which when crossed, we will all smear hummus in faces and rip adverts out of our world.
We have all heard the phrase “how can you not care?” Do we let the little things…the things that cross our own little lines…”enterprises with great pith and moment” move us to action? Do we smear hummus or knuke the knesset? Do we rip out road signs or burn down Wall Street?
I can tell you what I don’t care about. I don’t care if I offend a jewish person. I don’t care if I am politically correct. And I refuse to believe that many people out there genuinely disagree with me on this.
For those that do….I don’t care.