The Lenten Season’s Big Finish: Lamb-less Moussaka, the Final Sacrifice for Easter

Easter is now less than a week away, and Christians will be breaking the Lenten restrictions they’ve imposed on themselves since mid-February in remembrance of Jesus’ sacrifice. To those of my readers who will be celebrating this holiday I offer below some actual food to go along with the food for thought, should you be stumped about what to prepare for your holiday feast. But first, the food for thought.

The past week we’ve seen all manner of Easter- and Passover-themed TV specials: Who Killed Jesus?, which recites the betrayals of the various players in the crucifixion narrative; Did Judas Kill Jesus?, which theorizes there was a Professor Snape/Dumbledore-like conspiracy between Judas and Jesus for the one to betray the other; The Diary of Anne Frank, which needs no elucidation on the theme of innocent life sacrificed for man’s folly; and, of course, the many programs spawned by the Da Vinci Code, which postulate either the existence of a bloodline from Jesus and Mary Magdalene, or pseudo-scientific research disproving such a bloodline. I’m mental for Yentl, myself. One show in particular – Who Was Jesus? – caught my attention, though, as I was flipping through the cable channels. I happened to find it when it was just beginning, at a scene where the narration was explaining the primary role of the Temple priests in Jesus’ time.

In the background of the scene was a large, three-sided, fortress-like structure, with 15-foot high, stone walls flanked by wide, stone staircases. In the foreground, the boy Jesus was depicted with his parents and their kid offering speaking with a Temple priest. The scene reminded me that in ancient Israel it was the primary responsibility of these religious leaders to perform animal slaughter on behalf of supplicants, and that this enormous structure is where they performed the slaughter – this was their altar. Day in and day out, and purely for the vanity of the wealthy people in Jesus’ community, who believed they could buy their way out of adversity through the taking of innocent life, Temple priests murdered these animals, the very first ‘scapegoats’ in history, to appease ‘god.’

Today, we reflexively take baby sheep from their mothers and then murder them so we can put their mangled and charred flesh on our holiday tables and serve it to our family and friends at Easter. I grew up in a family who feasted on ham each year because lamb was too luxurious for the families of origin of both of my parents, but in my early adulthood I spent my holidays with my best friend’s family, who were Albanian and ate lamb flesh in every conceivable way it could be prepared: chunks skewered and then grilled with succulent, ripe vegetables; ground up, as the filling for an enormous, pizza-shaped, flaky dough pie called ‘lakror ose pesch’ (pie with lamb); and whole legs roasted with parsley, garlic and lemon. I cannot deny they were all delicious dishes and expertly prepared by my friend’s mother, who could make world-class chefs purple with envy of her talent. But every holiday, I’d find myself crying while I was driving home, thinking about the terror of the little babies who were pulled from their mothers before they were even weaned, and then brutally murdered in the presence of other little babies meeting the same fate, and the confusion and terror of their mothers, who didn’t know where their babies had gone. It sickened me. It’s said that Stella McCartney (may she rest in peace), wife of former Beatle, Sir Paul, and mother of fashion designer, Stella, had a similar experience one Easter at their farm, just as she was sitting down to a lamb feast, when she happened to notice the fortunate ones that would live beyond their “holiday,” gamboling in their fields. Rumor has it she became vegan on the spot. Now that’s an epiphany!

“Why must my pleasure be at the expense of the life of one of these beautiful creatures?,” I would find myself thinking after Easter celebrations with my friend and her family. When it finally dawned on me that it needn’t be, I felt such a release and sense of joy – such as (I imagine), the liberating feeling that comes upon one when she finally understands fully the nature of the Christic concepts and, especially, of sacrifice. One year, I just decided to forgo meat altogether – to make a bold sacrifice at the end of my Lenten sacrificial season, humbly accepting that no amount of animal slaughter was going to make me more knowledgeable about Jesus’ teachings and sacrifice, or any more capable of a similar martyrdom, than I am already. And then I asked myself, “What would I have instead to celebrate this most holy of Christian holidays?” That answer was a delightful surprise: anything that substituted a hearty buckwheat grain for the lamb I knew I had to give up.

Furthermore, this main course would have to be an explosion of tastes – a joyful circus of flavors – to make the meal a true celebration, and elegant enough for guests. Happily, the answer arrived with barely any exertion: moussaka! The delicious pockets of sweet apricots and currants colliding with the savory flavor of onion and tomato, in a hearty, spicy and chewy filling, overlaid with a minty layer of lemon and cayenne pepper to finish and wrapped in a blanket of succulent and delicately seasoned eggplant would provide just the cornerstone to my feast that I needed. Why not make it yours on Easter, too, if you, like me, later regret the needless cost of life to an innocent, baby animal simply for your gastronomical pleasure? Go ahead – sacrifice the symbolic sacrifice for a genuine one. This dish is worth it, I promise you. [I’ve adapted the following recipe from the “Eggplant Wrapped Moussaka” recipe in Julee Rosso and the gifted Sheila Lukins’ (may she rest in peace) The New Basics Cookbook (© 1989 Workman Publishing, New York). Thanks, Silver Palate girls.]

Don’t forget to check back here next Saturday, the 3^rd, for my (now annual) Easter message.

Enjoy!

Tools:

Microwave (the cooking goes a lot faster if you use one. If you don’t, plan on spending 3-1/2 hours to prepare this recipe from start to finish, compared with 1 hour, 20 minutes if you do. With everything to do on a holiday, you may want to cook the grains and squash in this recipe the day before.).

Large skillet

Braising brush

Small mixing bowl

3 cereal bowls

whisk

Long-handled wooden spoon

Slotted spoon

9” Pyrex pie plate

1 standard, 7-1/2-cup Pyrex casserole dish with lid

large chopping board and good paring knife

large, beveled plate, or charger

carving knife and pie server

Ingredients:

Love (focus and patience in anticipation of the joy your guests will receive by your creation)

3 tspn. ground ginger

3 tspn. ground cinnamon

3 tspn. ground cumin

3 tspn. paprika

1/2" tsp. cayenne pepper

salt, fresh ground pepper to taste

1/4 cup, plus 3 tbls. olive oil

1-1/4 cup white rice, or white quinoa (pronounced, KEEN-wah, and comes in red as well as white, which is my preference in dishes that call for rice, because it has a lower glycemic index than rice).

1-1/4 cup buckwheat groats (my preference, because it holds up better than kasha), or 1 cup kasha

1 small-to-medium acorn squash

2 small, or one really large, eggplant

2 medium onions, chopped (about 1-1/2 cups)

8 to 10 oz. chopped, canned tomatoes (roughly, half a 16-oz. can)

1 cup vegetable broth

2 cups chopped, unsulphered, dried apricots

1 cups dried currants

1-1/2 cups salted, roasted pistachio meats

7-8 oz. fresh chopped mint leaves

3 tbls. fresh lemon juice (juice of half a lemon)

24-28 oz. Greek-style plain yogurt (fat-free is fine, if you’re watching your cholesterol)

3 tbls. fresh lemon (juice of half a lemon)

3 oz. fresh chopped mint leaves

salt and fresh ground pepper to taste

Preparation:

Preheat the oven to 350°. Oil the bottom and sides of the casserole dish, and the edges of its lid, with 1 tbls. olive oil.

Rinse the white quinoa twice in filtered water and place it in a cereal bowl, or simply place your rice in the cereal bowl. Fill bowl 4/5 with filtered water and microwave on high, 15 minutes. Rinse the buckwheat groats and place them in a cereal bowl. Fill bowl 4/5 with filtered water and microwave on high, 20 minutes (for the whole kernal, which I prefer to use; 12-15 minutes for kasha). Halve the acorn squash and deseed. Place each half in a cereal bowl filled half-way with filtered water. Microwave on high, 18 minutes. Remove squash from bowls and cool on cutting board.

While your grains and squash are cooking, mix the ginger, cinnamon, cumin, paprika and cayenne pepper together with a few pinches of salt in a small mixing bowl. Set aside.

Peel the eggplant, if you don’t like removing the skin while eating. This dish is substantial, and though the eggplant meat practically dissolves in your mouth after cooking, because it’s molded around a hearty filling, it will hold its shape through one or two re-heatings (if any is left over), so you don’t have to leave the skin on. Remove the ends and slice, lengthwise, into 1/2" thick slices. You should have at least ten whole slices and three or four smaller ones.

Pour the quarter cup of olive oil into the Pyrex pie plate, scraping the sides of the measuring cup with a spatula. Whisk two-thirds of the spice mixture into the olive oil until a smooth paste develops. Add more oil, as necessary. Using your brush, lightly and evenly baste both sides of all ten whole and three or four smaller pieces of eggplant with the spice and olive oil mixture. Line the pre-oiled casserole dish with these slices, reserving the largest pieces for the bottom, sides and, later, the top. Use the smaller pieces to fill in any bare spots, until the entire dish is lined. Set aside the pieces for the top.

Sauté the chopped onions in the remaining 2 tbls. of olive oil on medium, 3-4 minutes (use more oil, if you find your skillet heats unevenly), stirring with a wooden spoon. Be careful not to burn them. Add the cooked buckwheat, vegetable broth, tomatoes with their liquid and the remaining one-third of the spice mixture. Mix thoroughly. Lower heat and cover. Simmer for 3-4 minutes.

Scoop squash meat from rinds and add by dollops into the simmering filling, stirring thoroughly. If mixture has lost all of its moisture, add more vegetable broth. Then add 3-4 oz. of the chopped mint, the apricots and currants and cover again. Check heat and lower, if necessary. Simmer for 2-3 minutes.

Add the quinoa (or rice), lemon juice and pistachio nut meats to filling. Mix thoroughly. Add salt and fresh ground pepper, to taste (remember – you already have cayenne in here, and you will feel it, after the casserole bakes). Remove from heat.

Scoop filling into eggplant-lined casserole dish with slotted spoon. There should be plenty of mixture to fill the entire casserole dish. Top with remaining eggplant slices and cover with oiled casserole lid.

Bake for 45 minutes. Prepare the yogurt sauce, below. When you remove the casserole from the oven, let it sit for 15 minutes before serving. When you are ready to serve it, remove the lid, place a large, beveled plate or a charger, face down, on top of the casserole and invert the moussaka onto it. Slice it with a large carving knife as you would a pie: in a cross, first, then length-wise, across the plate, through the middle of each of the right-hand 45° angles, into a “pinwheel” pattern. Serve pie sections with pie server, topped with yogurt sauce.

Serves 4-6.

Yogurt Sauce (for vegetarians; vegans can omit this (or make it with Tofuti yogurt), as well as the crostini appetizers and dairy in the desserts):

Thoroughly mix yogurt, lemon juice, the remaining 3-4 oz. of chopped mint leaves, salt and pepper together in an attractive serving bowl. Cover and refrigerate while casserole bakes and sets.

Excellent accompaniments include:

For appetizers –

A good sherry (not Amontillado)

3/4 cup chopped, pitted Kalamata olives mixed with 1-1/2 cup crumbled feta cheese (there’s even terrific vegan feta cheese on the market today) and 1 tsp. dried mint on olive-oiled toasted crostini (French baguette) pieces; garnish platter with cherry tomatoes

Stuffed grape leaves (any middle eastern market has these already prepared)

Mugs of garlic soup (any Spanish cookbook should have this traditional soup recipe), if there’s still a chill in the air on Easter

Hummus garnished with chopped parsley and warm pita bread wedges for dipping

For sides –

Greek salad (fresh romaine lettuce leaves, whole pitted Kalamata olives, feta cheese, Bermuda onion, sliced green pepper, dressed with a lemon/parmesan dressing and fresh ground pepper)

Though there’s plenty of rice in the moussaka (and the appetizer, if you serve the grape leaves), you can prepare an easy pilaf while the casserole bakes, if you think you’ll need it, by cooking 1-1/4 cups of a short-grain rice in a mixture of 1 cup filtered water and 1-1/4 vegetable broth and 1 tbls. of olive oil for 20 minutes. Add 1/4 cup orzo pasta, 1/4 cup finely chopped green (or green and red) pepper, and 1-1/2 tsp. chopped shallots in the last 8 minutes of cooking. When the 20 minutes are up, remove from the heat and let sit, 5 minutes. Fluff with fork, then turn into serving dish and add 2 tbls. butter or soy margarine (if you’re vegan) and 1-1/2 tsp. chopped parsley. Salt and pepper to taste.

For wines –

I like a reliable Sauvignon blanc, because it’s sturdy enough to hold up to the spices in this dish, but please your guests with a Vognier, which can be just as hearty as a Sauv. Blanc, as well as fruity (I like the Honey Moon brand), or a light and tasty Orvieto (if you prefer more fruit than body). They will remember your hospitality the whole year.

For dessert –

What could be better than a lightly-sweetened almond cake with a touch of café au lait syrup and vanilla ice cream, or an angel food cake (or lady fingers soaked in brandy and cream), with fresh sliced strawberries and fresh whipped cream? Coffee and brandy, for those not driving.

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Happy New Year. It's Time to Clean Out the Closets.

New Year’s eve we found ourselves trying to make room for the new clothes Santa had brought us. It snowed all day long, which always cheers us up, living in the city as we do; the blanket of bright, white powder we can see from the seven windows in our 360 s.f., fourth-floor, walk-up on the rooftops of adjacent buildings, the stone façade of St. James’s Episcopal church and the brick fire station across Mass Ave. never fails to make everything look crisp, clean and tidy. Though I’m behind in my writing, it felt right to be inside, pruning our humble belongings and enjoying the occasional game of Whist, or Casino, watching the winter storm gather and fade. I even had some time to think about my New Year’s resolutions, and about the custom of resolution-making at the beginning of a new year. Aside from birthdays, this one day seems the perfect time to resolve to give up the things that no longer serve our spiritual, emotional and physical growth, and just as we’ve made room in our closets for the new clothes that will keep us warm and presentable in the coming year, we happily sacrifice those less tangible things we’ve conditioned ourselves to believe we can’t live without, too, trusting that doing so will enable us to live richer, more fulfilling lives, and enable us to continue to build lives of dignity, if not rectitude.

When I was a child and I began reading the Bible I was astounded by the way in which people in Biblical times treated their animals. I’m still astounded by the way people treat animals, but back then, before I had ever heard about factory farming and Confined Animal Feeding Operations, the occasional references in scripture to animal sacrifice seemed to me to be hugely at odds with the stories of G_d’s entreaty to Adam that Adam care for all the animals in his domain and Noah’s subsequent Herculean attempts to preserve the lives of even (what some would consider) repugnant creatures, such as cockroaches, through the flood in the anthropocentric tale that attempts to explain the ice age meltdown. Eating meat began to bother me a lot when I was about four, and though vegetarianism had been around for as long as there had been people, when I was a child, my parents simply didn’t understand the principles of it, or how important a non-flesh diet was to their daughter’s well-being. I thought about not eating animals, though – perhaps not a lot, but I thought about it enough, and even began a mostly life-long habit of thanking any animal I’m about to eat for its sacrifice, promising to use the nutrition their bodies give mine to make the world a better place. One of my resolutions this year is to finally give up eating animal flesh. It’s long overdue. I don’t want any more life needlessly sacrificed for my thoughtless consumption. I recognize that I live in a land of abundant nutritional options, unlike the ancient Israelites in the Sinai desert. It will be a big sacrifice but one I’ve thought about carefully. With life-long hypothyroidism and an intolerance for synthetic thyroid hormones I will have to work diligently to supplement my diet to support my thyroid without the animal-derivative thyroid hormone replacement that makes it at all possible for me to get out of bed in the morning. But isn’t that the meaning of sacrifice – to give up something, no matter how uncomfortable it makes you, to improve your life? My integrity is more important than the convenience of hormone replacement. Now that I’ve made the commitment, I realize I’ve been thinking about the nature of sacrifice for almost as long as I’ve been thinking about not eating animal flesh.

One day, while my brother and I and some of our friends were playing chicken in the street on our bikes, I realized that the animal sacrifices I had read about in scripture were really just the ultimate game of chicken. Once upon a time, somebody in Biblical times who ate meat probably less than two times a year because animals were expensive to keep and raise, especially in a desert, said, “If I give up this luxury – my one festival meal of lamb during the holiday – and pay for the slaughter of one animal not to preserve my viability but simply to kill to prove to ‘God’ and the people around me that I am willing to sacrifice the very thing that may well ensure my health and the health of my family, then surely ‘God’ will appreciate my sacrifice and show it by making sure nothing bad, at the very least, happens to me in the coming year. I just have to have the guts to stick out the unpleasant, violent waste of life.” Then, as in any game of chicken, the bluff began, and everybody started sacrificing animals – and more and more animals – to gain the favor of ‘God.’ You know -- ‘My sacrifice is bigger than your sacrifice.’ That type of thing.

Today, we’d call such one-upmanship, ‘keeping up with the Joneses,’ but the sacrifices these people were making weren’t made with the reasonable belief that their lives would be improved because of them; they couldn’t possibly have been since there’s no other direct connection between themselves and their helpless victims of terror, torture and murder except victimization – through literal ‘scape-goating’ of the innocent whose lives are taken in obeisance to the perverted notion of a deity which can be appeased by such violence. These people weren’t giving up cigarettes to prevent lung cancer, or takeout dinners three times a week to save money for their rainy day funds. In fact, quite the opposite is true. Though many people – even entire societies, such as Buddhists – choose to be vegetarians, it’s not an easy diet to maintain simply because Homo sapiens are omnivores that benefit, under certain circumstances, from the consumption of animal flesh. While we are not obligate carnivores, like cats, eating the flesh of other animals will never go out of style for us the way a Members Only jacket does. Where diet is naturally or artificially restricted – such as in desert-dwelling cultures, or among itinerant peoples, such as Jesus's patriarchal clan – giving up animal flesh consumption truly is an act of insanity since eating animal flesh is necessary for adequate nutrition under those circumstances. Think about that for a minute. The sacrifice of animals in Biblical times was nonsensical to the point of being dangerous because animals didn't, well, grow on trees, and not everyone could afford to keep, buy and/or eat them. For most people, animal sacrifice served no other purpose except to make the person paying for the sacrifice look like the BMOC. It was all just a vain waste of life. Doesn’t it make your stomach turn – all that violence simply for vanity’s sake -- simply to look better, more favored by ‘God,’ and, therefore, more powerful than everyone else?

Things haven’t changed much since the time of Moses regarding our capacity for vanity. We sacrifice innocent lives for our national vanity all the time. A tiny sidebar paragraph on page B3 in the January 3^rd, 2010, Sunday Boston Globe, which was submitted by the Associated Press, reported, “the Massachusetts National Guard is preparing a send-off ceremony [that very morning] for about 650 troops being deployed to Iraq and Afghanistan.” Gov. Deval Patrick was expected to appear at the event, which was held at the TD BankNorth Garden. In the interest of full disclosure – and as yet more evidence that proves the way in which war is actually waged is over huge distances, like a video game, just as Ronald Reagan openly hoped one day it would be – I share with you the contents of the remaining two sentences. They detail the constituency of the year-long deployment: (1) members of the 101^st field artillery, (2) as well as the Regional Corps Assistance Group, who will assist and mentor Afghan police, and (3) the 164^th Transportation Battalion, who will provide heavy equipment transport for military operations in Iraq, which, as anyone who was alive and conscious on May 1^st, 2003, when George W. Bush declared the two month-old ‘war’ in Iraq won, can see means heavy equipment transport for the American and allied corporations rebuilding and colonizing Iraq. When you do the gazinta, it works out to less than 152 soldiers per squad. In a stadium that ordinarily holds 19,580 rich bourgeoisie and their families, who regularly enjoy expensive distractions such as hockey and basketball games (and the vast majority of which wouldn’t in a million years join the military), our lambs must have been a pitiful spectacle. Cowards proclaiming bravado over their meager sacrifices in similar ways in my childhood games of chicken would have been knocked to the ground because of their timid commitments, their efforts wasted in bluff and their reputations fixed as cocksure -- just bullies, full of only arrogance. I mean, when you’re the lone superpower, how much effort does it take to kill people you already oppress with well-considered public polices that ensure poverty and disease? I think our military service personnel deserve better treatment.

Don’t misunderstand me; I’m not arguing for a bigger troop surge, or a larger send-off party. I’m not campaigning for more military in places around the globe where we’ve got no business going in the first place, places we go only to create more business by creating chaos our multinationals profit from by cleaning up. So much has been written by others about the lack of a sound exit strategy in Iraq and Afghanistan, and so many have declared the ludicrous “mission accomplished” statement made by Bush to have been ill-considered, even if I were a war monger or one of their toadies in the allegedly popular press I wouldn’t feel the need to add to the dreck. That’s not the reason I choose not to waste my energy writing about issues such as the fact that National Guardsmen are, by policy, reservists whose primary function is to protect our homeland and by rights shouldn’t be deployed anywhere but here. Those issues are moot. The more time passes, and the more political graft, insider trading, kick-back, pay-off and misappropriated appropriations scandals involving corporations such as Halliburton and Bechtel are exposed, and the more we see a distinct pattern of government funding of what are essentially fascist excursions, the more we can see that America’s invasion of Iraq was all just to make a few elites more wealthy. That’s the point. That’s the reason every other condemnation of our government’s intervention in the world is superfluous. Our government is run by fascists, and we should be sending no one into combat anywhere today on their behalf. The Christmas day almost-plane-bombing that had our Nobel Peace Prize-winning president enacting with curious alacrity even more oppressive travel restrictions, as fast as he sent more troops to Afghanistan before he even cashed his million-dollar prize? Well, if our government was capable of blowing up the Twin Towers on 9/11, as scientific evidence and first-hand accounts tell us they did, a near-miss is nothing for them to pull off. No terrorists = no reason for continuing the war on terror, which means less reason for our military to destroy other countries so our corporations can fix them. If we don’t own the truth that our government has been as active in creating the terrorists it claims it is fighting, and if we don’t stop the insanity now, endless war is precisely what we will get.

Ah – the truth! Another thing I wish to [continue to] leave behind in 2009 are my delusions. I encourage you all to do the same, and to get you started, here are some things upon which you may wish to reflect – because reflection is what truth requires. You have to think about a situation to uncover truth; taking without question the limited information and carefully crafted prejudices given you by news anchors and celebrities will never get you closer to it.

I’m so suspicious of my president now, I’m even doubtful of the reason this particular one signed the new discrimination law subsequent to Lilly Ledbetter’s successful pay discrimination suit against Goodyear in January of 2009, his first official act as president. Apparently, the success of Ms. Ledbetter’s suit hinged on her convincing multiple judges and juries at state and federal courts that the statute of limitations for pay discrimination should not apply since she didn’t find out about the discrepancy in her pay until the end of her 19-year career with Goodyear. The new law says explicitly that the statute starts tolling (and continues tolling anew, over and over again), with each subsequent paycheck that is discriminatory, and efforts by Congress to enact it in the previous Republican-controlled Congress and White House Administration were considered ill-advised because of the improbability of success. It’s good that Obama signed the law, and I’m happy for Ms. Ledbetter, but whether or not Obama’s position on true gender equality will change when the stakes become more dear as has, say, his stance on the Palestinian genocide, which he campaigned against in the beginning of his run for the White House and then backed away from condemning once he became the Democratic Party candidate, is unclear. No one’s talking about ERA, even after Obama followed George W. Bush in propping up industries merely threatened by the recession by giving them our tax dollars, even though their corporate peerage received massive paychecks and bonuses while the companies they headed, like AIG, went bankrupt, despite the bailout. If the White House can engineer the no-longer-free market this way, why can’t it make pay equity a top priority? Bush stipulated that car manufacturers had to pledge to limit union involvement in their reorganizations in order to qualify for TARP money, which is union busting plain and simple, and no one in Obama’s administration has batted an eyelid at this reprehensible undermining of the civil right to organize. If ever women needed pay equity and the ERA, it’s now. But no one seems to willing to even acknowledge this patent fact.

I’m unwilling to sacrifice the lives of any more children (brainwashed and deluded though they and their parents may be) just to make the elites on whose behalf Barack Obama (and all the presidents before him since Roosevelt, except, perhaps, Jimmy Carter) acts rich. I don’t need for the lives of these children to be taken in roadside bombing incidents, or sniper attacks, or even accidents (whether “friendly fire,” or other), to prove that my government is capable of the most awesomely wicked evil imaginable – just to appease the god all we Americans now worship, the god of mindless, violent destruction perpetrated for the wealth of a very small minority. I was unwilling to do it in March, 2003, and I’m still unwilling to do it. I was never the kid on the bike who swerved, or faltered, or fell. So, along with meat, TV and sloth, goes my mute complicity. Those are sacrifices I’m willing to make to help create a better life for myself and a better world for everyone. I think we all, especially our military, deserve no less.

After all, if our government was really the proponent of freedom, justice and peace it assiduously assails the world it is, we wouldn’t even have a standing army. The founding fathers deplored the notion of such a thing, and it takes a lot more guts to wage peace than it does to kill others and take what belonged to them, starting with their sovereignty. Americans today act as though they believe that the superpower came into being magically in 1993 when George H.W. Bush declared the new world order here and America’s supreme role in it when, in fact, it has been carefully crafted for more than a century. We’ve got the biggest and the most deadly armament in the world, and we don’t hesitate to use any of it, whenever and wherever we please, including right here. That’s why the majority of the world goes along with whatever idiotic notion the U.S. government proffers to it. If we Americans truly valued freedom we wouldn’t have been doing all of the things all over the world we’ve done to pacify countries opposed to our government’s mission to create oppressive, enslaving laissez faire economic systems throughout them. And we’d have a Department of Peace with a budget as big as – or bigger than – the Pentagon’s. We’d have true peace soldiers, working for the same pay and benefits as conventional soldiers, and they’d be required to know how to work their brains and mouths before they were taught how to use a gun. There’s a market I could get behind.

One final word about our president. It’s about race-baiting. There can be no doubt that if you voted for Barack Obama because of the color of his skin, you’re a racist. When Martin Luther King, Jr., said, “Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God’s children,” he wasn’t speaking merely about a brown- or a black-skinned child. He knew the truth about what Marian Anderson so brilliantly articulated when she said, “As long as you keep a person [emph. add.] down, some part of you has to be down there to hold him down, so it means you cannot soar as you otherwise might.” Injustice for one, or some, means short-changing us all. King was speaking in his famous “I Have a Dream” speech about all children – regardless of the color of their skin. “Let freedom ring. And when this happens, and when we allow freedom to ring – when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God’s children – black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics – will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual: 'Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!'" Skin pigmentation – no matter the tone, shade or color – is not what makes a person of integrity, a person whose character is noble. White, or black, we’re all capable of being sinners, or saints. If you voted for Barack Obama because of the color of his skin, you are no different than the millions of bigots who wouldn't consider viable the presidential campaign of the brilliant, self-sacrificing visionary, Rep. Shirley Chisholm, in 1972. Moreover, if you allow yourself to be used by people who would manipulate you to do their evil work persecuting others because of the racial hatred you nurture for those others – to be manipulated by race-baiters – I beg you to put your prejudices aside and look truly carefully at all of your leaders and judge them by the only criteria that matters when we judge our leaders: their service to our country. If you don’t, then you have no sense of self-respect, and you are part of the problem, not the solution. One day, you may find yourself needlessly sacrificing your own lives and ideals to the whims of these monsters, believing that to do so confers upon you status as a “player,” a “hero,” when, in actuality, you’re just played. Barack Obama may be every bit fascism-light as was Bill Clinton.

I hope, as this new year begins and you find yourself cleaning out your own closet, that your ignorance, prejudices, hypocrisies and willingness to be played go the way of your outdated myspace accounts, iPod nanos and other out-of-fashion accoutrement. Now that would be a sacrifice worth celebrating.'

“Power can be enjoyed only when it is recognized and feared. Fearlessness in those without power is maddening to those who have it.”

This Boy’s Life

Tobias Wolff, Grove Press, 1989

Happy New Year.

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