I am sadly reminded today of the power of words and our power to distort them. We lost someone yesterday.
I recently read “The US is becoming a third world country.” To state this is to state one’s own ignorance. Having spent lots of time in those third world countries, this is patently false. We insult their poverty to compare the U.S’s problems to theirs.
The primary poverty problem in the US is obesity. The primary poverty problem in Ghana is malnutrition, lack of education, poor health, and infant mortality (to name a few. I guess that’s more than “primary”). To make this comparison accurate, we have to first burn every US community hospital, churn American roads back to dirt, and rip out our indoor plumbing. And then we are maybe 10% of the way towards a third world country.
Similarly, it’s become de rigeur to compare someone to Hitler. Sure, we have height challenged narcissists in our society. But to compare a current American political figure to Hitler is to insult an entire generation that died in the holocaust. Please, go visit the Holocaust museum, and then try to compare a tax increase to genocide. I dare you.
I’m reminded of these word abuses when my acquaintance Rep. Gabby Giffords speaks for the first time for the cameras. Was it abused words in the mind of a crazy person that led to Gabby losing half her brain to a bullet? Maybe, or maybe that person was beyond help, regardless.
Beyond help. Beyond help. Today I teach a class on “measuring the results of microfinance”, via simulcast, to 40 business school campuses. The challenge of measuring results is that the answer invariably says that someone was beyond help. Someone was even harmed, perhaps. But does that mean we shouldn’t try? Is only 100% success the ruler we can accept?
I’ll be teaching from the building where, yesterday, a student entered with a gun and, in a confrontation with police, was killed. That student was beyond help. As a society, we failed this student.
At moments like this, we are reminded of the rarity of our spectacular circumstances, the blessing of our sanity, and the foundation of our health. We are reminded of mortality, in the face of a world of activities that seem designed to distract us from that. For it’s not whether we have fun on life’s path, but whether we make the path better for those that follow.