Saturday, March 16, 2013

Not the usual Saint Patrick's Day blarney, perhaps


I submitted the following to our local paper as a possible "guest column" for this weekend.  Apparently they decided not to run it, at least not for now.  But for all the rest of you, here it goes:

Ah, Saint Patrick’s Day!  The Wearin’ o’ the Green, the Drinkin’ o’ the Beer, the Shamrocks for Muscular Dystrophy, and everyone pretending to be Irish even without a single drop of Irish blood, to be sure, to be sure.  But what’s a little harmless fun, eh?  For the adults there’ll be the pub crawlin’, and for the kids there might be Lucky Charms for breakfast and a Shamrock Shake in the afternoon.  When everyone gets home in the evening The Quiet Man may be on television, or Darby O’Gill and the Little People on the Disney Channel.  Along the way we all may learn that Saint Patrick chased the snakes out of Ireland, used a shamrock to teach about the Trinity, and maybe even that he persuaded the Irish kings that the death of Jesus was enough for them to stop human sacrifices (whew!). 

But somehow we never learned in school (I wonder if they teach it these days) that Saint Patrick spent six years as a slave.  He was actually born in Roman Britain and grew up there until he was 16, when he was captured by raiders and sold into slavery in Ireland.  There he worked herding sheep for his master until he escaped and returned to Britain.  After he became a priest, he returned to Ireland to preach the Gospel, but never forgot his life as a slave – at one point Bishop Patrick excommunicated one of the Irish kings because he had sold some of Patrick’s Christian converts into slavery.

I’m going down this road for Saint Patrick’s Day because slavery is alive and kicking these days – and not just in some third-world, poverty-stricken country either.  Right now, as you’re reading these words, modern day slave-traders are trafficking illegal immigrants into the USA not so they can have a chance at a better life, but so they can be beaten down, abused, degraded and ensnared by their masters in farms and in fields.  Right now, as you’re reading these words, there may be a teenage girl who spends her days “working” for a family in your neighborhood, but she never goes out, she has no friends, she has no contact with her family – she’s their slave.  Right now, as you’re reading these words, there may be another teenager – boy or girl – who goes to the same school as your kids, does their homework, participates in sports – and leaves the house several nights a week when their pimp shows up to force them to “work.”  Right now, as you’re reading these words, pimps and traffickers of all descriptions are gearing up to transport their “workers” to the cities where the NCAA March Madness tournaments are taking place, because where there are tournaments there are also crowds and money to be made.  

And if you are getting uncomfortable as you read these words, please don’t just turn the page too quickly.  Instead, take a little time to find out more about slavery in our day, and the 21st century abolition movement.  Go to the Internet and look at the A21 Campaign, an international effort to abolish slavery around the world within the 21st Century.  Look at the work of Shared Hope International, which is working to end sex trafficking of women and girls.  Look for Polaris Project and other efforts to change laws to protect trafficking victims.  

Read the reports on their websites.  Follow their Facebook posts, on all kinds of anti-slavery victories from arrests and convictions of traffickers to the passage of legislation on victims’ rights and assistance.  Then do something with that information – share it with a friend or neighbor – sign up for one of those email newsletters – join one of those campaigns – even, maybe, set aside a little of that money you were saving for some of that Saint Patrick’s Day celebration and instead make a donation to abolish slavery – in Patrick’s memory.

Monday, February 4, 2013

Why the Super Bowl gets my vote for the most exploitative event on TV

Apparently I haven't written for a while, as the last post is dated December 27.  Been busy, I guess.

So some of my friends are writing about yesterday's Super Bowl, and not in kind ways either.  Some are talking about Beyonce's "performance" as the latest foray into the objectification of women; some are talking about it as a betrayal of women by the NFL.  Some are disgusted at this so-obvious display of sexuality in the middle of a sporting event that so many families are watching.  And President Obama used his pre-SB interview as a bully pulpit to push his opinion that the  Boy Scouts should admit gays into leadership positions.

Me?  I didn't watch.  I never have.  I don't care about football at all (although I have now become a fan of my grandson's elementary / middle school teams).  I don't even care about the commercials.  Don't get me wrong - perhaps the Super Bowl is an exciting thing to watch, and I have lots of friends who enjoy Super Bowl parties.  But the Super Bowl is kind of like a picnic, if you ask me - everyone gets excited about planning a picnic, but doesn't seem to want to take into account the possibilities that ants will show up, that bees will hover over the soda and hornets over the meat, that people will get sunburned or past-their-glory football dads will sprain ankles and wrists in the pickup game.  Are these reasons not to have a picnic?  Not really, but they are realities that need to be anticipated and addressed.

So one of the realities of the Super Bowl (and indeed of the entire NFL) is that it is not just about sports but also about sex.  Was Beyonce's outfit too scanty?  I don't know - have you seen the outfits that NFL cheerleaders wear Sunday after Sunday?  Someone wrote that Beyonce's performance was "over the top with estrogen" - but doesn't that fit right in with an event that's basically three hours of flooding testosterone? Should we be surprised that advertisers are willing to shell out almost $8 million a minute without blinking so that we'll notice them, during a game in a city where no doubt even one of those $8 million checks would go a long way toward helping some of those poor or homeless or in-shelter folks who never get noticed, even by the locals?  Should we be surprised that all kinds of cons flock to the game for the weekend, eager to make a quick buck - from T-shirt hucksters to human traffickers?

Surprised, no.  This is the way the world is.  Whoever thought we live in a Christian country hasn't taken a good look around lately.  We live in a pagan country in a pagan world, where the worship of money and sex and the celebration of everything related to both is celebrated always and everywhere.  This is the way the world is.  It's more like the Babylon of Revelation than we want to admit.  We should not be surprised that this is the way the world is, even our own country, even our own communities.  

But we should be horrified.  We should be horrified that the Super Bowl objectifies women like Beyonce or the cheerleaders, and that it objectifies men like the NFL players.  We should be horrified that people are taken advantage of by all kinds of thieves and scoundrels at what should be a fun event - and that many who are taken advantage of are enslaved by cruel and hardhearted masters who sell them for profit - and that many of those sold are children.  We should be horrified that grown men (and women, presumably) actually pay money to have sex with these children, and think that this is fine.  We should be horrified that corporations are willing to spend millions upon millions of dollars on commercials that will benefit themselves or the NFL or the broadcast network, and yet none of that money will make its way to the homeless shelters or the soup kitchens or the free clinics of New Orleans or any other city.

There's a lot we should be horrified about.  To rail against the NFL or Beyonce isn't going to do much, though.  To refuse to watch football games or to boycott her records won't do much.  But to do nothing isn't an option for the horrified, either.  Much better to do something like - 
  • put in a shift at the local soup kitchen
  • bring in some food to the local food pantry
  • look online for some charity to join
  • join A21 or some other group to work to abolish slavery of all kinds
  • join the pro-Life movement
  • volunteer at your local library to help children read

PS  Click this link to see a PSA from the Archdiocese of New Orleans on Human Trafficking on Super Bowl weekend: