By F.I. Goldhaber
When I study the spoked diagram,
even I am surprised to see how
many times I slip below the line
dividing those with privilege from
Seven rails have impaled me since my
childhood. One I only accepted
recently and still do not claim for
fear it will be labeled a cry for
Three I slipped down as my youth trickled
away; one I embraced freely to
pursue my muse. So I dangle from
ten of the fourteen palings without
Those who balance on poles above the
line — straight, white, cis males most of all — can’t
comprehend how their privileges
destroy barriers; pave over their
road through life.
For even if one or two shafts should
elude them, they do not encounter
the same barricades blocking their life
journey that those of us hanging on
I have a new test for privilege.
If you were at all surprised by the
results of the election, I know
you sit above the line between halves
and have nots.
Only those privileged enough to
ignore racism, misogyny,
bigotry, did not expect fascist
Begging for Help
living in a country where people
who get sick, injured, disabled must
beg for cash to pay medical bills?Where not only pharmaceutical
makers, hospitals, and insurance
companies enrich their stockholders
on other people’s misery, but
crowd-funding sites and credit cards make
a killing (sometimes literally)
off the suffering of struggling
victims of crime, other tragedies.
How does the richest country in the
world tolerate people compelled to
beg for charity when pushed over the edge
by circumstances beyond control?
This is the world austerity built —
health care only for the rich, others
forced to live one paycheck away from
bankruptcy and homelessness, sometimes
choosing between food and medicine.
Where bearing a child, being raped, or
just being born female is a pre-
existing condition allowing
insurers to deny coverage.
Republicans strive to destroy the
ability of labor unions
to protect workers from
exploitation, injury, and death,
eliminating OSHA, worker’s
compensation, insurance, sick leave,
vacations, even weekends, children
working, and any minimum wage.
They would eradicate pensions and
Social Security, requiring
seniors to eat cat food or starve, if
influenza does not kill them first.
Restricting women’s agency, the
GOP wants to deny access
to any reproductive care then
penalize mothers for giving birth.
They claim to be pro-life, but that ends
at delivery when those born poor,
with dark skin, queer, trans, suffering from
disabilities, whose parents don’t
speak English or worship Jesus are
denied housing, medical care, food,
education, jobs, life, liberty,
or hope of pursuing happiness.
The Price of Prisons for Profit
You ignore millions of people of color incarcerated
for petty crimes — some innocent — imprisoned without hope, deprived
of contact with families, proper nutrition, medical aid.
You reject myriad mentally ill patients jailed without their
medications or psychiatric care, treated like animals
by sadistic guards who don’t even allow them to know the time.
Left to psychologically rot in jail, often with no pillows
or blankets; bereft of in-person contact by monetary
setups that charge more than they can afford for video visits;
Denied access to life affirming hormones, always misgendered,
abused by both guards and fellow prisoners for daring to ask
for acceptance of identities outside binary genders;
Forced to work for pennies an hour manufacturing garments,
furniture, electronics, and more so corporations that pay
no taxes can claim their merchandise is made in America;
Caged for twenty-three hours a day, prevented from sleeping, hungry,
alone, required to pay hundreds to the governments trampling their
rights and destroying their health; these wretches escape your attention.
Until the trap of private, pecuniary, prisons captures
someone you love, subjecting them to the tortures others endure
day in and day out across the U.S. from sea to shining sea.
Only then do you complain about corruption, assail abuse,
deride the debasement, impugn inequities and injustice,
and discover organizations that have fought this for decades.
You retain attorneys, pay for visits, purchase comfort from the
commissary. You advocate for reform, write letters to your
legislators, and sign online petitions to the president.
But those who do not have families with resources perish in
prison, expiring from exploitation, strangled by their sorrow,
succumbing to suicide, murdered via medical neglect.
Once the ordeal ends for your own victim of prisons for profit,
will you continue to campaign for those who have no such support?
Or will you forget that your loved one’s journey is hardly unique?
Will you return to ignoring the relationships ravaged, the
communities crippled by losing those sucked into schemes designed
to dehumanize those who are minorities, moneyless, mad?
[Comment1]Every time a campaign raises $10,000 to help someone out, the crowdfunding site rakes in $500, of which a percentage will go to the credit card companies.