We are in dark days, but Carl Sandburg had a comment for us in times like these: "A baby is God's opinion that the world should go on."
When I gave birth to my first daughter, my grandmother gave me a small white cushion with those words embroidered on it.
Now as, my granddaughter approaches her first birthday, the felon in the White House is doing his best to make sure that the world as we know it does not go on.
He wants to banish the people of Gaza from their war-torn land by the sea and convert their homes into a playground for the very rich, a Mediterranean resort like Monaco--and somehow add Canada, Greenland, and other nations to the fifty United States.
God has another opinion--that old people and their old prejudices of world domination should not go on.
My grandmother's family owned slaves in Georgia, "But they were good to their slaves," she would say.
They weren't good enough to free them, and she occasionally used figures of speech that were racist. I remember thinking, when she died, that it was necessary for one generation to die and be replaced by a new point of view.
You will die, nightmare president. You will be replaced, and the people younger than you will learn from your mistakes.
From Carl Sandburg, Remembrance Rock (NY: Harcourt Brace, 1948) Ch. 2:
"A baby is God's opinion that life should go on. A book that does nothing to you is dead. A baby, whether it does anything to you, represents life. If a bad fire should break out in this house and I had my choice of saving the library or the babies, I would save what is alive. Never will a time come when the most marvelous recent invention is as marvelous as a newborn baby. The finest of our precision watches, the most super-colossal of our supercargo plants, don't compare with a newborn baby in the number and ingenuity of coils and springs, in the flow and change of chemical solutions, in timing devices and interrelated parts that are irreplaceable. A baby is very modern. Yet it is also the oldest of the ancients." He continues: Before humans learned how to make fire or a wheel, they knew how to make a baby (paraphrased).
