Isolated in a cage


In your most imaginative and resourceful childhood, could you imagine what it would be like to be separated from your parents, and, perhaps for the first time in your life, think they can’t protect you, and find, in the best circumstance, that you’re helpless, hungry, cold, in a cage like you’d keep a dog at a pound, without hope that you’ll see your parents again if anyone knows who or where they are?

Politicians say these are not as bad as concentration camps.  Now there’s a standard as craven as any I’ve heard.

But this is a species of cruelty, no question about that, that comports all too comfortably with a kind of government that treats children this way.

So, this is Sunday, and it’s many years since I was a child and went to Mass in the Bronx every Sunday.  Indeed for a long time, I went to Mass daily, at 6 am, fasting as was the ritual then, before going to class.  The values were deeply imbedded in my soul.  I stopped when the values I cherished were not so evident in these places of “worship.”  I don’t go to church anymore – as Church I’ve found gets in the way of a spiritual experience.  But I still think about the charity that was at the heart of my religious upbringing.  I test friends and faux religious speakers by their acceptance of the sermon on the mount – a worthy set of values.

But where is that humane or religious sensitivity in the abuse of children at our southern border?

Echoing the words of the Sermon, if we are the salt of the earth, have we lost our savor, and are we destined to be trodden under the foot for having lost our way?

And what would be the loss if this is who we’ve become?

We evoke our character as a nation as a beacon of freedom and tolerance, recoiling from our slave holding origins and the many other imperfections our union has sought with great struggles to mend.

We claim ourselves as the standard for the world to imitate and inspire to duplicate.

Even in this craven exercise at our border with another nation to the South!

Rather, we teach Mexico and the world that we are to be feared and that strangers are unwelcome and will be abused, even the children, the innocents of the world.

We claim not to drop bombs in the Middle East to save 150 lives.

Yet we risk the loss of children, their innocence, their trust, and perhaps their lives within our borders.

We are so far from the kingdom of god as defined in any of the thousands of faiths that occupy this small blue green planet.

Still, as I think to write this, young boys or girls stand with their fingers wrapped around the metal strands that make their cages, isolating them from family and human kindness, leaving them to cry in anguish.

Is this our true character?

Not yet!