Metamorphosis
Dec. 14th, 2010 12:40 amI like that word better than "revolution", which has picked up way too much baggage over the last hundred and fifty years or so.
We in America have lived charmed lives, thanks to our seemingly infinite natural resources. We dug wealth out of the ground, added to it the wealth of our labor, and sold the finished products for billions. We could close our eyes and pretend ours was a classless society because our ever increasing standard of living more than made up for the inequities among us.
But we live now in an age of limits when the rich can get richer only by stealing from the rest of us. And that, I think, will weigh heavily on our future.
We are headed for metamorphosis; I have no doubt about that. Speculators and other privileged parasites who create little actual wealth and contribute little to their communities must lose their power and influence and become something like my grandfather's old club in New Orleans, a quaint society of blue-bloods with little relevance to the real world. It probably won't happen today, or perhaps even in my lifetime, but it will happen.
In the end it is not dollars that produce but people. The day must dawn when people, not dollars, determine how we live and work in this country.
May that day come swiftly.
We in America have lived charmed lives, thanks to our seemingly infinite natural resources. We dug wealth out of the ground, added to it the wealth of our labor, and sold the finished products for billions. We could close our eyes and pretend ours was a classless society because our ever increasing standard of living more than made up for the inequities among us.
But we live now in an age of limits when the rich can get richer only by stealing from the rest of us. And that, I think, will weigh heavily on our future.
We are headed for metamorphosis; I have no doubt about that. Speculators and other privileged parasites who create little actual wealth and contribute little to their communities must lose their power and influence and become something like my grandfather's old club in New Orleans, a quaint society of blue-bloods with little relevance to the real world. It probably won't happen today, or perhaps even in my lifetime, but it will happen.
In the end it is not dollars that produce but people. The day must dawn when people, not dollars, determine how we live and work in this country.
May that day come swiftly.