Monday, August 12, 2013

20-Copius Guilt?


     Today's reflection comes from the two places I visited on London's south bank; the Imperial War Museum and the Tate Modern, plus a little personal experience.  The subject is violence: when is it necessary, when is it voluntarily.



   The Imperial War Museum had display cases galore filled with Victoria Crosses (like Medals of Honor), every one of them extending violence. Did all that violence have to be extended?  Probably not!  When the Twin Towers came down and America counter-punched in Afghanistan, was that necessary?  I believe so. 
      We had more options in Iraq and Vietnam.  Violence was more voluntarily, the decorations still piled up.  Which brings me to the Tate Modern.

     There are two visions of Vietnamese youth I would like to offer.  One is the scared youth in the mural.  I'm sure there were some, but not many.  They were just too smart!  Sure, they had to choose sides (Yankees or Ho).  And some got caught up in re-education camps when they couldn't flee.  The mural is trys to make a "Scream", Vietnamese-style.

     It just doesn't work!  So I give a second vision.  We had a student from  Hanoi stay with us for a year.  He studied a fifth year in high school while he scholarshipped for an American college.  He found one, stuck around for a masters and was last heard of wheeling and dealing in Hong Kong.  

     If the first vision is true, it leads to copious amounts of guilt across our fruited plains.  If the second version is true, then we are still helping reshape that proud country toward liberty and freedom.  

     Sometimes violence is mandatory, sometimes it is voluntarily.  But if the lions lay down with the lambs too quickly, it's another case of lamb chops for dinner!


     

   

Saturday, August 10, 2013

19-Soap Bubbles




     Welcome to Trafalgar Square!  Trafalgar is the 1804 sea battle that confirmed Britain would rule the waves for another century.  Napoleon got a few toes chopped off when he tried to wade into the Atlantic.  All very civilized, save the fact that Admiral Nelson did not come back alive; but his press agent had a field day!

     Speaking of the good Admiral, there he is over my right shoulder.  I believe that is the greatest phallic symbol this side of the pond.  But I digress.  I came to Trafalgar Square to be swayed and influenced by paintings in the National Gallery.  I spent a full day getting through about 3/4 of the collection.  When I finally came out, I saw this:  

 



     Now I have to ask myself, "Is that influence, is that sway going to stand for years and years like the good Admiral over my shoulder?  Or is it like so many soap bubbles, tickled to see, fun to pop?
     I have no idea!