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Comic Book Heroes

Comic Book Heroes

June 9, 2019 (495 words)

You may be familiar with the popular catch-phrase “you had me at hello,” a line uttered by the female lead of a successful “summer movie” from some twenty years ago. It was part of clever script that combined breezy entertainment with some true-to-life human emotion.

Well, this summer’s mega-blockbuster, Avengers: Endgame, lost me just a few minutes into the picture, when a tinker bell-sized superhero was shown saving a disabled space station and its crew by carrying it and them over her head for “a thousand miles” back to Earth, where she then accomplished a safe touchdown by resting this huge spacecraft ever so gently on landing blocks, to avoid getting crushed herself under the weight of the thing.

My problem, mind you, is not with the idea of a strong female lead. I am still savoring Glen Close’s performance in The Wife, a movie I saw over a year ago. Along with Glenda Jackson’s heroic take on King Lear, which I caught on Broadway this past week. That this tinker bell-sized 83 year-old is cranking out her forceful interpretation eight times a week, for a mere thousand audience members at a pop, is a true marvel.

Then there is Blythe Danner’s beautifully understated turn in the new movie The Tomorrow Man, which I just saw last night.

Leaving the theater the guy ahead of us said to his female companion: “that was the most depressing movie i ever saw.”

Everyone is entitled to their opinion, of course. And to each their own. One man’s ceiling is another man’s floor, and all that.

But i must say that having finally taken in one of these comic book hero movies that have dominated the release schedule of our major film studios for several years now, i am starting to have serious doubts about the state of the union.

How many times in one movie can the world find itself saved from total annihilation? How do a superhero’s powers overwhelm an opponent in one sequence, only to then fall short and fail in a subsequent sequence, leaving said hero in ultimate peril? How many legions of computer-generated warriors must be rolled out in a grand panoramic vista, only to tumble and be crushed?

I know, I know, this makes me sound like a terrible snob. “Lighten up, fella, it’s only a movie.”

And usually I am happy to subscribe to that line of reasoning. But having recently confronted the actual mind-numbing product, and contemplating the enormous box office take that product is doing around the world, I can’t help but draw some dire conclusions.

When all our entertainments are mindless, when the masses do not avail themselves of anything more edifying than blaring action sequences or titillating sexual encounters, doesn’t that arrest our development as human beings? Doesn’t that undermine our ability to function as rational, considerate people in a cohesive community?

Robert J. Cavanaugh, Jr.
June 9, 2019

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Love’s Austere and Lonely Offices

Love’s Austere and Lonely Offices

June 5, 2019 (1,002 words) While there are certainly historical antecedents for both the sexual revolution and women’s liberation, the post-WWII boom of the late 1950s into the 1960s saw these movements really hit their stride and go mainstream. What inspires these popular rallying cries is a bedrock belief that sexual activity between consenting, un-attached adults is a healthy expression of the human condition, and should not be constrained by social constructs of propriety, or religious-based objections to casual sex outside of marriage. Doing what feels good, as long as it doesn’t hurt anyone else, sounds like an agreeably egalitarian motto, in line with our society-wide emphasis on personal autonomy and personal growth. But the second part of that proscription is not as easy to pull off as it sounds. In actual practice the being considerate of others, especially when those others happen to be the aforementioned casual sexual partners, sort of runs directly counter to the pursuit of one’s own sexual gratification. It turns out the beliefs and conventions we inherited, and have since confidently discarded as being hopelessly passé, grew up and evolved around the human person for a reason – and it wasn’t just to cramp our style and stop us from having fun. So while the #MeToo movement is shedding much-needed light on the deplorable behavior of a generation of wanton men who have taken advantage of their relative positions of authority to indulge their untethered passion, it fails to properly acknowledge the root cause of all this unwanted attention or downright abuse. Which is to say the sex drive, particularly where the male of the species is concerned, is inclined to run wild, and when it does social havoc usually ensues. This is one of those ancient truths we enlightened moderns felt could be discarded without suffering any unintended consequence. But suffer we have. And not just the women who have found themselves imposed upon, or worse. Lascivious behavior is undeniably pleasurable for a man in the short term, but undermines his integrity and sense of self-worth in the long run. It eats away at his soul. Does that sound preachy? Sorry to bum you out. But sooner or later that’s where this ends up. Not to mention how it also can’t help but irrevocably damage the marital vow made to one’s betrothed spouse. The playwright David Mamet describes the situation thusly: “every society has to confront the ungovernable genie of sexuality and tries various ways to deal with it and none of them work very well.” (This is not technically true, of course, since Christian society did pretty much have this figured out, even if many a Christian struggled with the logic. But all that has been erased from the collective memory bank, so it’s understandable even an accomplished wordsmith like David Mamet no longer considers Christian sexual ethics a legitimate point of reference on his compass rose.) Mr. Mamet’s remarks are prompted by a new play he has written, that take up these very issues, and debuts this week on the London stage. It’s called Bitter Wheat, and features a Harvey Weinstein-like character as the protagonist It’s being described as a farce, which is raising eyebrows in some circles because, well, there is nothing farcical about rape. Also of concern to certain observers is how this middle-aged male playwright is giving middle-aged male monsters yet more stage time, when the #MeToo movement should be about amplifying the voices of women victimized by such men. Personally i am less concerned about who is getting stage time, and who is being allowed to speak, than i am with what is being said. The allure of an attractive female never fades, even if it does become slightly less intoxicating over time. One eventually comes to realize the opposite sex is – like us – much more than a mere physical representation. They, too, are endowed with an immortal soul and are each put on this earth to pursue a destiny. They are not just eye candy. And they are not our handmaidens. Despite the popular claim that monogamy is un-natural, and nearly impossible for the average, red-blooded male to achieve, monogamy represents our higher calling. But as with many truths first encountered in youth, when one is prone to dis-belief, so much hinges on the gift of faith. It’s important to live according to the law, so that one might grow to finally understand the underlying truth contained in that law. Which brings this conversation to a consideration of a line of poetry: “what did I know of love’s austere and lonely offices?” It’s from a short Robert Hayden poem that describes the late-in-life appreciation of a certain kind of harsh parental love, as offered up by a certain kind of inexpressive blue-collar father, and experienced by a young boy who would “rise and dress, fearing the chronic angers of that house.” But to talk of love’s austere and lonely offices is to contemplate the most profound sort of love, isn’t it? Take marriage, for instance. It’s not a simple, happy-go-lucky arrangement, centered on the pursuit of mutually agreed upon pleasure, even if that’s how it usually starts out. With time the unitive and procreative aspects of the coital act work their magic, and a bond is forged between two diverse and independent individuals. Commitment and responsibility become the hallmarks of this bond. This observation is not meant to argue against pleasure, or diminish its enjoyment. Only to say that in the end, the things we do for one another are done because they are there, and need to be done, and constitute the right thing to do. Without regard for what we might gain back in return. This is so even when we are having a rough time of it, because things are not going our way. Even when we are left to our own devices and think no one who knows us is watching. Robert J. Cavanaugh, Jr. June 5, 2019

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At a Loss for Words

At a Loss for Words

May 23, 2019 (24 words)

It seems the most important realizations we experience in life are beyond the power of words to express. But it’s still fun to try.

Robert J. Cavanaugh, Jr.
May 23, 2019

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Haphazard Men

Haphazard Men

May 19, 2019 (1,017 words) Whenever David Brooks riffs on our wayward culture in the op-ed section of The New York Times I am always at full attention. (His political commentary, offered on television as a guest panelist for various cable news outlets, is less captivating from my perspective.) I love the way he clearly senses something is amiss with the prevailing ethos, and how he wrestles with what can be done to improve upon it. He works from a slightly different angle than his fellow scribes at the paper. Mr. Brooks is said to be a “conservative voice” at the Times, I guess because he usually steers clear of causes that have become de rigueur among enlightened members of polite society today: marriage equality, reproductive rights, and the like. My favorite columns are when Brooks focuses on the fault lines in our economic/political arrangement, and hones in on the excesses and oversights that reduce the “humbles” to just so much flotsam and jetsam. An optimist by nature, his criticism stops short of questioning the broad outline of “liberal democracy” that fuels the American Experiment. His specialty is to appeal to our better angels so that we might regain our cultural equilibrium. I always find myself agreeing with David Brooks, with his examples and case studies of what a just and equitable society should look like. I certainly agree with his sentiment that what we have now is far from a desired ideal. But I part company with Mr. Brooks in one important regard: His bedrock assumption that our economic/political rules of engagement are inherently good, if only we would abide by their inner dictates. To my mind David Brooks – like so many well-intentioned “conservative voices” – is too accepting of the historical American status quo. This lack of discernment results in a misreading of the tea leaves, and prevents him (and them) from properly identifying the true source of our cultural malaise. Take the following example, from his May 14 op-ed piece:

”A society is healthy when its culture counterbalances its economics. That is to say, when you have a capitalist economic system that emphasizes competition, dynamism and individual self-interest, you need a culture that celebrates cooperation, stability and committed relationships.

“We don’t have that. We have a culture that takes the disruptive and dehumanizing aspects of capitalism and makes them worse.”

Here Mr. Brooks captures the essence of our economy and our culture, but he gets the relationship between the two exactly wrong. It is impossible for culture to counterbalance economics, because economics dictate culture. The “dehumanizing” aspects of capitalism Brooks references have been there from the beginning. For centuries now it’s been an ongoing tug-of-war between the “dynamic” quality that successfully promotes self-interest, and the corresponding “disruptive” quality that undermines the very things most people think make life worth living: a sense of cooperation, stability, and committed relationships. David Brooks wisely chalks up The Rise of the Haphazard Self to more than just an economy in which formerly middle-class or “working-class” men can no longer provide the same standard of living that their fathers could provide. He rightly identifies “cultural forces” that have also played a role in the way such men now shy away from committing to being in a full family unit, and show no qualms about walking away from the women who bear their children. He points out this blue-collar phenomenon is part of a larger, society-wide emphasis on personal autonomy, focusing on one’s personal growth, and rebelling against any constraints on that growth. After all, the under-employed white guys at the lower end of the socio-economic scale Brooks is talking about are not responsible for creating the “personal autonomy” paradigm. They are merely internalizing the signals sent out by the dominant culture, as defined by those on the higher rungs of the ladder who benefit from our cut-throat, every-man-for-himself economy. I applaud Mr. Brooks for bemoaning the way a new, irresponsible ethos “has replaced the older, working-class ethos of self-discipline, the dignity of manual labor, and on being a good provider.” And he is correct in assigning a portion of the blame for this turn-around to the celebration of the individual that has taken center stage in every strata of society. But this is not a new thing. Rejecting custom and tradition in favor of “personal emancipation” is what “liberal democracy” is all about. It’s encouraging to read Brooks has co-founded an organization called Weave: The Social Fabric Project. “Part of the work is to build thick communities across the country so everybody, including detached young men, will have a chance to be enmeshed in thick and trusting relationships. But another purpose… is to get people to think differently. It’s to get more people to see that the autonomous life is not the best life.” It’s a praiseworthy effort, a first step in an arduous journey: Convincing a generation of haphazard men to honor their commitments, and repairing the damage done to a generation of young people when Dad up and left. Also encouraging is how Mr. Brooks sees the need for what he describes as “better economic policies, like wage subsidies.” And sure, that’s one possible tool that might be used to try and recalibrate from without, in an attempt to address the drastic economic inequities that have derailed so many formerly middle-class white guys, and sabotaged their better angels. But achieving the cultural restoration David Brooks heroically calls for will require more than a few tweaks to the existing Leviathan. We need to reconsider the basic assumptions built into the competitive model. We need to rethink “liberal democracy” from the ground up: the ethos of personal autonomy that undermines committed relationships, and the ethos of self-interested economic behavior that leaves the social fabric in tatters. These two fit together like hand and glove. If a re-boot is required, what should the new blueprint be? Well, we could take our cue from the third verse of America the Beautiful:

Where all success is nobleness and every gain divine


Robert J. Cavanaugh, Jr. May 19, 2019

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Passport Photo

Passport Photo

April 30, 2019 (883 words)

My passport recently reached its ten-year expiration date, and being the world traveler that I am it was absolutely imperative to have it renewed immediately. So last week I sauntered into the local post office to have a picture taken and get the paperwork started.

Because I pretty much know what I look like at this point, seeing myself in the odd family photo or driver’s license renewal no longer causes any alarm.

But when the friendly gentleman at our sleepy little post office handed me the small, two-inch head shot that will eventually appear in the re-issued document, the guy staring back at me was decidedly older-looking than in previous pictures. As if the wear and tear of the last ten years is now right there on my face.

It has been an eventful decade, this going from age 54 to age 64. On the home front I’ve had to contend with an ongoing betrayal perpetrated by our children, who in a callous display of pique and ingratitude have one-by-one decided to grow up and go out on their own.

On the work front, my small company began this last decade suffering a series of harsh reversals that nearly did me in. Like many other commercial enterprises in the wake of the great recession, my lemonade stand of an operation walked a financial tightrope for a few harrowing years.

Then just as the dark clouds were beginning to lift, my father died in December 2012, followed six months later by my mother. While the grief was heart-rending, the memories are precious. Softening their departure from this mortal coil has been those precious memories, with an extra kick.

My father seems to be intervening from the grave on my behalf. After so much tough sledding, my fortunes at work took a dramatic turn for the better once he died, and have continued on an upward trend these last six years.

Also clearly visible in my new passport photo is the inevitable genetic tribute, as my resemblance to the old man is becoming more pronounced with each passing year. And, I might add, this resemblance is not limited to mere outward appearance.

Because he lived with us the last eight years of his life (as did my mother, for the first four of those years, before entering a care facility for the final four years of hers), and because we shared an evening meal most every day of those eight years, his mannerisms and speech patterns have been stamped into my DNA to an even greater degree than is typical of parents and their grown children.

Now that I find myself instinctively mimicking his every move, it feels as though I have literally become my father.

And not just in a good way. The physical deterioration we must all cope with someday has suddenly started for me, maybe a little ahead of schedule. Dad was twenty-seven when I was born, and some days it feels like I have aged twenty-seven years since he died. But bodily decrepitude does yield its share of wisdom, and I like to think my array of minor maladies is not without its ancillary benefits in the perspective department.

Appling this new-found perspective I find myself doing a lot of ruminating, thinking back on all the people I used to know, all the people I have crossed paths with. It’s these encounters with others that teach us about human nature, and help us to know ourselves.

That includes all the honest and considerate souls I have worked for and with over the course of the last five decades. It encompasses the disingenuous, manipulative, and downright dishonest “players” in the business world who have done me wrong, and most everyone else they have ever come in contact with.

Certainly in these musings there is an emphasis on my own parents, and on the immediate family I was born into. But my inner vision extends to the family each of my parents was also born into. So too all those long-ago teachers, classmates and school chums, and the families that shepherded each such mentor and friend into this world.

The resulting tableau might be referred to as “the family of man,” or my own personal heavenly host.

One eventually comes to realize we are all on a journey of self-discovery – the honest and considerate, the disingenuous and manipulative. The best possible outcome – the satisfactory completion of life’s course – is to experience a sense of gratitude for all the good gifts that have fallen in one’s lap, far beyond what we could ever have warranted based on merit.

Depending on how you are wired, this sort of thing naturally leads one to forgive all slights, forgive the blatant failings of others. As we ourselves hope our failures and shortcomings will also be forgiven.

It’s good to get older. It’s good to age out of the “acquisition years,” when advertisers realize your pre-occupations have changed, making you no longer worthy of their attention. Many of us older folks have moved on to more important considerations. Too bad the busy world of noise and fury is caught up in its immediate cravings, and pays our perspective no mind.

Robert J. Cavanaugh, Jr.
April 30, 2019

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Crisis at the Border

Crisis at the Border

April 13, 2019 (1,855 words) The other day I was startled by a front page story in The New York Times that announced the U.S. border could be at a breaking point. Then driving home from work yesterday I listened to National Public Radio tell me how “thousands of undocumented immigrants cross our Southern border every day.” This is quite a change from what we’ve been hearing from the likes of NPR and the NYT since the first of the year, when House Speaker Nancy Pelosi won her dramatic show-down with President Trump over border wall funding. We were repeatedly assured by reliable sources that illegal crossings were at an historic low, with the implication being Mr. Trump was only hammering away at this contentious issue to keep his out-of-touch base fired up. At this stage of his unexpected presidency one might say Donald Trump has earned his legion of critics. It’s hard to cozy up to any world leader – let alone our leader – who seems to revel in displays of belligerence. So it’s no surprise that many in the media have found fault with the actions of this administration’s Department of Homeland Security, especially the way it has decided to “separate families,” and “put children in cages.”

… looking past the catchy soundbites


Such a policy of family separation does indeed strike even the casual observer as beyond the pale. But as with most controversies there is more to this story than what is easily captured in a catchy soundbite or a juicy headline. To do justice to this subject we will have to set aside whatever disdain we may feel for the current occupant of the White House. According to the article Migrants Pour Into a System That’s ‘On Fire’ appearing above the fold in column one of the Thursday, April 11 edition of The New York Times:

“The very nature of immigration in America changed after 2014, when families first began showing up in large numbers… These days, thousands of people a day simply walk up to the border and surrender. Most of them are from Central America, seeking to escape gang violence, sexual abuse, death threats and persistent poverty…

“The smugglers have told them that they will be quickly released, as long as they bring a child, and that they will be allowed to remain in the United States for years while they pursue their asylum cases… The resulting crisis has overwhelmed a system unable to detain, care for and quickly decide the fate of tens of thousands of people who claim to be fleeing for their lives.

“For years, both political parties have tried – and failed – to overhaul the nation’s immigration laws, mindful that someday the government would reach a breaking point. That moment has arrived. The country is now unable to provide the necessary humanitarian relief for desperate migrants or even basic controls on the number and nature of who is entering the United States.”



… balancing concern with pragmatism


Many successful Americans with a good head on their shoulders and some disposable income to spread around are stumped by this crisis. Decent people instinctively feel sympathy for the less fortunate. Yet these same decent people also possess a pragmatic sense that we can’t absorb uncontrolled waves of indigents into our communities without creating havoc. And so we find ourselves on the horns of a dilemma. We are the lucky inhabitants of a land where “God has shed his grace,” but this patriotic logic leads to an awkward conclusion. People in the Third World, specifically in this case the citizens of Honduras and Guatemala and Nicaragua, have apparently not been showered with similar grace. Though we may no longer openly invoke such faith-based formulations, asserting that we have been blessed by God can only mean those others have been forsaken by God. Oh my, this is starting to get uncomfortable. But wait, as any successful American will gladly tell you, the reason we are “blessed” has nothing whatsoever to do with God’s grace. Our exalted status on the world stage can be directly attributed to our embrace of “liberal democracy,” and the many-splendored benefits that flow from this revolutionary and liberating economic/political arrangement. The average person on the street may not be able to explain exactly what is meant by the term, but they nevertheless hear it invoked by our pundits on a routine basis, and so have enthusiastically (if uncritically) jumped on board this ideological bandwagon. For example, in describing Robert Mueller’s long, deliberate investigation into possible Russian collusion in the 2016 elections, Andrew Sullivan recently had this to say in New York magazine: “Mueller single-handedly showed the norms of liberal democracy and the rule of law can be upheld even as most of the political actors, especially the president, have been behaving like bit players in a banana republic.”

… flattering ourselves into thinking we are special


A certain breed of American tends to flatter himself into believing we live under the rule of law, in a land of equal opportunity, where all are free to make their own way to the best of their ability. That life has worked out nicely for the clever and the advantaged blinds that specimen to the many inequities built into our system, where the rich get richer without much effort, and the poor remain essentially powerless to improve their circumstances in any meaningful way. We see free-market capitalism – the beating heart of a liberal democracy – as our secret sauce. If only we could find a way to export our dynamic sense of entrepreneurship to the struggling, backward regions of the planet. That would be the best way to address the dire economic straits so much of the Third World finds itself mired in. But this facile analysis ignores a few inconvenient truths about the free-market and unfettered capitalism. Inconvenient Truth #1: The free market does not automatically serve every segment of the population. A “market failure” is what happens when private companies don’t provide a socially desirable good due to a lack of return on investment. In other words, if there is not enough money to be made from a potential venture, the entrepreneur deems it not worth his time or effort, and therefore nothing will happen. This was true in the United States of the 1930’s, when electric and telephone companies were unwilling to enter rural America. And it’s happening again now, in those same regions of our country, with broadband internet access. Expecting “the market” to magically lift the Third World (or any depressed area) out of poverty ignores a basic tenet of enlightened self-interest: why trapes off to a forlorn part of the world, and deal with untold obstacles and hardships, when we can make more money right where we’re at? Inconvenient Truth #2: Our multi-national conglomerates have mastered the art of extracting whatever natural resources are to be had from various and sundry remote outposts around the world, while managing to leave the indigenous populations as destitute as before the vaunted “development” came to their town or village.

… the need for a new, more comprehensive approach


The problem of economic disparity, and of struggling nations, requires a new, more comprehensive approach than the one we are used to applying. Our conservative/libertarian think-tanks, in particular, do not have all the answers when it comes to economic development or foreign policy. Rather, “Today it is most important for people to understand and appreciate that the social question ties all men together, in every part of the world.” So says Paul VI in his papal encyclical of March 26, 1967, Populorum Progressio (On The Development Of Peoples):

”The progressive development of peoples is an object of deep interest and concern to the Church. This is particularly true in the case of those peoples who are trying to escape the ravages of hunger, poverty, endemic disease and ignorance; of those who are seeking a larger share in the benefits of civilization and a more active improvement of their human qualities; of those who are consciously striving for fuller growth.

“With an even clearer awareness, since the Second Vatican Council, of the demands imposed by Christ’s Gospel in this area, the Church judges it her duty to help all men explore this serious problem in all its dimensions, and to impress upon them the need for concerted effort at this critical juncture.

Our recent predecessors did not fail to do their duty in this area. Their noteworthy messages shed the light of the Gospel on contemporary social questions. There was Leo XIII’s (1891) encyclical Rerum Novarum, Pius XI’s (1931) encyclical Quadragesimo Anno, Pius XII’s radio messages to the world (June 1, 1941, Christmas 1942, and May 14, 1953), and John XXIII’s two encyclicals, (1961’s) Mater et Magistra, and (1963’s) Pacem in Terris”.



… a guideline, not a specific policy proscription


Paul VI’s effort, like all papal encyclicals and Church documents (and Christ’s Gospel, for that matter), does not spell out a specific economic policy proscription. Instead such literature serves as a clarion call to remind us that an economic system must operate under a moral umbrella, within a moral framework, if it is to function properly and yield equitable (not equal) benefits for all its willing participants. Economic behavior cannot be detached from moral considerations. It is not a “science” whose “laws” somehow supersede the sense of right and wrong we are all born with. This is a thumbnail sketch of Catholic social teaching on the subject. The curse of the modern era is the way economic actors have been given elaborate intellectual justification to “operate freely,” apart from any such consideration. If our economists and think-tank scholars, especially those of the conservative/libertarian variety, are serious about improving the lot of the less fortunate in this country and around the world, they would do well to consult the Catholic Magisterium for guidance, in addition to the series of well-known “rational” treatises they have weened themselves on for the last several hundred years. In the meantime, while we await the glorious epiphany on the part of our wealthy leaders and opinion makers, our movers and shakers who sit atop the investor class, what can the rest of us common folk with a little disposable income to spread around do about the crisis at the border? One thing we can do is contribute to those international charities that already have boots on the ground in the countries under discussion, working with local residents to build roads, bridges, schools, homes, and clean water systems. All the things we in the First World take for granted. If you want to be thoroughly pragmatic about it, give to such charities until it hurts, or it is just a matter of time until these marginalized families make their way to your city or town, to become a burden on our already-strained municipal services. As the man said, today the social question really does tie us all together, in every part of the world, whether we like it or not. Robert J. Cavanaugh, Jr. April 13, 2019

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