There are times, I think, when the idealists must stand up to the realists, and this is one of them. Our cynical politics have turned us into a fearful people, an us-against-them population worried about terrorists, immigrants and the have-nots multiplying in impoverished neighborhoods. We’re losing our vision for an American community and, with it, our capacity for optimism.
This is not a happy thought, not a typical Thanksgiving-month thought. But let’s deal with it for a moment.
There are hopeful people out there engaged in constructive works, and some of them are brought forward in this issue. Yet most of us remain on the fringes, avoiding big commitments and big causes. We are withdrawing, disengaging, as the “only thing we have to fear” tightens its hold.
I recently saw a “debate” among the Republican contenders for the 2008 presidential nomination and had to pick my jaw off the floor as I rose from the couch afterward. The retirement-age men on the stage that night were whipping up such hysteria about
They all did, really, as did Romney and the other faceless men hoping to get elected by protracting the Bush strategy of planting bugaboos and pretending to be the sternest father, able to keep all of those ghosts in the closet so we can sleep safely at night. (Speaking of fringes, the only GOP candidate who cut through the martial madness was Ron Paul of
Conservatives I’ve conversed with recently, knowing my liberal bent, have used this opening gambit: “What do you think of Hillary?” My wife believes this is not because they dread another
Hillary Clinton, in my readings, is not selling ideas. She’s trying to come across as a steady, experienced insider — yet another realist. At this point, she’s banking her fate on not making any mistakes and not taking any positions that can be used against her.
Well, I have an idea for
We have not seen sacrifice of self for something bigger for a long, long time in
We get messed up with fear that we’ll elect another bad president or that
Nowhere is their idealism needed more than in our schools, and nowhere can it have a bigger impact. We’re regressing toward an uneducated society, and the public schools that take the blame for the problem while being asked to fix it must be supported. The 7,000-plus volunteers who have gone to those schools to tutor struggling readers in the Every 1 Reads program are doing just that (see page 65). They are bringing hope to children who might be left behind — for life.
The samaritans who founded West End School, Robert and Debbie Blair (see page 54), live, study and play with the at-risk boys in their boarding school, giving kids from the mean streets a genuine shot at a college education. The Blairs are building on faith, not fear.
We’d do better to cast our ballots with fellow citizens like them.


