(Read more about my trip to Kenya at Like Eating Crab, Still a Sunrise?, Replacing me with … and Happy Peace Day, Chinese Person in Tent Number 59)
Every so often an artist captures a complex problem in a simple way. I’m in awe of the photo or sketch that conveys nuances in a glance, and of the poem, song or piece of flash fiction that evokes layers of meaning in its few words. The best of popular music manages this, I think. I put the song “I Need A Dollar” by Aloe Blacc in this small group.
Working hard, can’t get a break, can’t get ahead. Why is it all around me? Substance abuse for comfort? Substance abuse as part of the problem? Which came first? Is this life’s plan for me? Do I get some kind of reward after death for my perseverance? Or perhaps not. Maybe I should just give up now? Too tired to think it through. Another drink? Another day. It has to get better. Doesn’t it?
I hear a lot of questions in this song, and a lot of anguish, and the odd hope that the teller’s tale might be worth a few dollars in the end. Yes, it is a song to think about when you contemplate building a level playing field in this world.
Which brings me to the fact that I recently began volunteering at a shelter, and yesterday one of the employees discovered that I was from Houston. She felt compelled to share with me that Houston is the home of her favorite minister, someone I had never heard of named Joel Osteen. I’m not big on evangelical ministers or mega churches, but she went on about how great this guy was, so I looked him up. Yup, he has about 43,000 people in his church, is worth about 56 million, and lives in a ten million dollar home. What a great man. And, as the shelter worker pointed out to me, his wife is gorgeous, too.
Okay. Given what I know of evangelical churches, I suspect that most of this man’s money has come from people who desperately “need a dollar” and have been persuaded by him to tithe the tiny bits of what they do have to one who promises to bring them better fortune in this life or the next. Clearly, the person who is getting better fortune out of this is Mr. Osteen.
Yes, people can do anything they want with their limited income, and yes, most probably get some sort of comfort from this guy. At least I hope that they do. None-the-less I found his very existence to be even more discouraging than the verse about the singer’s good friends whiskey and wine. There are so many shitty ways to take money from the tired and discouraged who barely have it. And we keep coming up with more.
So many ways to lose. Maybe not a single way to win. Is this the way HAS to be?
So I listened to the song again, hoping that maybe Aloe Blacc had hidden an answer of some sort in with all his questions.
No, not really. But I continue to admire a singer/songwriter who at least asks the questions well.
(Note: I refer to the song “I Need A Dollar” in my book y2. Enjoy this excerpt and the link to my favorite video of the song which follows.)
Afi, meanwhile, had used most of his remaining cash to buy a used bicycle at a thrift store that he found near their rent-by-the-week apartment. Joy was annoyed at the frivolity of the purchase and said so, until Afi pointed out with a trace of irritation that he was trying to find a way to contribute. If he could get around, he might be allowed to perform for tips at one of the tourist places, bringing in at least a little cash under the table while she sought out the more dependable teaching work for which she was qualified.
She apologized with a simple “I’m sorry” but that evening as she watched him head off to towards the nice hotels on his beat up bike with his fire knife dancing supplies on his back, the Aloe Blacc song “I Need a Dollar” played in her head. As she sang along to the lyrics of a man desperate to make ends meet, she thought that perhaps she had sold Afi short by not recognizing his talents or his ingenuity. She owed it to him not to make that mistake again.
Late that night they shared a mattress and the comfort of worrying together.
This video of Aloe Blacc performing “I Need a Dollar” with The Grand Scheme at Southpaw in Brooklyn, New York, lets you see the artist close up and feel the fun he has performing this serious song. But the best part is the last two minutes, when he mentions his Jamaican roots and then adds on a short version of the song, reggae style. His compassion comes through along with his smile.
I’m deep into writing d4 now, and am finding that it has an underlying connection with my second novel y1. This doesn’t surprise me, I always saw the second three novels in the collection 46.Ascending as being an “octave up”, if you will, from the first three books. Sort of a one-three-five set of chords played once, and then played again. The simplest of songs, because of course I’m not a song writer, but just a word writer. By our very nature we write simple music.
In y1, my character Toby has no objection to people earning wealth, but he takes offense at those who hold onto the wealth earned by others. I was surprised recently to learn that CNN news anchor Anderson Cooper is the son of blue jean designer and heiress Gloria Vanderbilt, who for philosophical reasons does not intend to pass any of her wealth along to her son. Interesting.
d4 is back to asking questions about wealth and why we are so driven to accumulate it and whether the rules we have in place concerning it are fair. In my research I stumbled on this article from an investment manager who breaks the “top one percent” into smaller increments and describes them. Those in the lower 90 percent of the “top one percent” tend to be doctors, lawyers, middle managers and successful small business owners who have generally trained hard and work hard for their money and although they enjoy more, they still struggle with economic concerns. The author contrasts them with the 0.01 percent who claim a considerably larger share of wealth than all the others combined and who benefit specifically from laws and policies that slant the odds ever more in their favor. It is worth reading and thinking about.
I’ve become a big fan of Daily Science Fiction and the story today impressed me more than most, perhaps because it played right into my mood after just finishing the article above. Called “Life on Mars” by Kelly Jennings it tells of the discovery of extraterrestrial life from the point of view of a woman too overworked and tired to really care. It is well worth reading also.
Unlike y1, d4 is a book about the future, and how we create the future every day by the choices that we make. One has to look at the policies we have in place now and wonder about the kind of world we are in the process of making.
After speculating about the joys of a tied game on my x0 blog here and the beauty of equilibrium points in nature on my z2 blog here, it seemed incomplete not to praise the virtues of a close game as well. No matter what the nature of the contest, most spectators consistently cheer on the Cinderella team or the surprisingly adept child, old person, or new comer. We like a close contest. We appreciate a surprise. And we generally tire of the team that wins over and over.
But what if that repeat winner is just that good? What if a combination of hard work, skill and class accompany win after win? Then, the winner becomes an all time great, and the singer/actor/dancer/musician/athlete/survivor/contestant/team is likely to garner both respect and fans as she, he or they continue to succeed.
And what if the repeat winner turns instead to taking short-cuts while bending rules, to discouraging the competition, to behaving with a sense of entitlement and with attempts to jury-rig the system in their favor? What if they campaign for rules that will benefit those with past success at the expense of newcomers? Odds are that most will be happy to see her, him or them loose.
In the book y1, Toby bases his organization and his life’s work on the idea of fair competition. He wants to see every human have an equal chance to succeed. He doesn’t want to see the game of life always end in tie and he knows it won’t anyway. But he believes that if we have a more or less level playing field, then we all will thrive. A lot more Cinderella teams should win, and there should be many more close games.