FOR WHOM THE BELL TOLLS IN UKRAINE

Ernest Hemingway may have written the novel, but the title of his book was not original. It was written in 1624 by the poet, John Donne, who had fought in the Anglo Spanish War, and knew full the price of life and the horrors of war. Hemingway’s book was written about his fighting as a volunteer during  the Spanish Civil War.    Nationalist Franco finally prevailed in l939, after a bloody three year war against the opposing Republicans.   The war itself, bears many  similarities to the current war in Ukraine, where a fascist bully seeks to control freedom loving people.   Now, we might ask the same question as John Donne.  For Whom Does the Bell Toll in Ukraine?

For Whom Does the Bell Toll in Ukraine? No man is an island.
FOR WHOM DOES THE BELL TOLL IN UKRAINE? No man is an island, and each man’s death diminishes us all.

Franco lasted 30 years as a dictator—much longer than his pals Mussolini and Hitler after World War II. But good finally won out over evil after his death in 1974, when Juan Carlos was made king and established a democracy in that country.

Putin has been in power in Russia for 24 years.  While his war against Ukraine seems far away, none of us can ignore the atrocities the Russians are committing against the innocent people there.  No man is an island.  The murder and torture  of Ukrainians diminishes all of mankind, even here in the United States of America.  How long will the War between Russia and Ukraine continue, and when will good  triumph over evil? Unfortunately, it may take longer than we think.  And it may eventually lead to World War III.

FOR WHOM THE BELL TOLLS

by John Donne

No man is an island,
Entire of itself.
Each is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manor of thine own
Or of thine friend’s were.
Each man’s death diminishes me,
For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee.

FOR WHOM DOES THE BELL TOLL IN UKRAINE?

 

HOMELESS SLEEPING IN CAR AT LIBRARY

Thursday  was New Year’s Eve.  I forgot about that, and drove to the library where I had a book on hold. Noticed the parking lot was almost empty as I headed for the door.  It was locked.   On my way back, I observed another silver car parked nearby.  How strange, I  thought.   Why are all the windows covered with blankets, papers, and clothes?  Light bulb.  I’m looking at a homeless person  sleeping in their car at the library at one o’clock in the afternoon. I don’t think they had a very Merry Christmas.

Homeless sleeping in car at library. It's unsafe to sleep in a car at ight.
It was New Years Eve, and a homeless person was sleeping in their car at the library.

I’ve observed  homeless people lingering in the parks and  downtown near drugstores and Dollar Stores.  But seeing someone sleeping in their car was a first. I suppose the library parking lot is a safe place for that.   I sat there for a few minutes, feeling utterly helpless. Obviously, the person doesn’t feel safe sleeping in their car at night.  Or it may be against the law in our city.  If you’re a woman, it could be dangerous  after dark.   But where does this person go from dusk to dawn?  How do you while away the hours while sitting or driving  in the darkness?

Taking a closer look, you can see that this car is in pretty decent shape.  It’s not dented or rusty or dirty. I don’t pay much attention to car models and years, but it looked fairly new.  Maybe this was a small business owner who suddenly went bust. Or  someone who had a decent  job before the pandemic hit.  But suddenly, he/she is out of work.  And no place to go.  Maybe an only child. Or someone without a nearby family.  For all I know, there may have been a couple of little kids sleeping in the back seat of that car.

Oddly, this morning as I read the various news feeds on the net, I saw that the stock market is at an all time high.  Small investors, especially, are betting that we’re going to have a booming economy as soon as everyone gets vaccinated.  But I’m not sure of that.  According to Brookings Institute 20% of American workers have lost jobs and are lining up at food banks.  Many of these jobs  will not come back.

Stock market at all time high while homeless sleeping in car at library.
Homeless are sleeping in cars. . Meanwhile, the stock market is soaring.

Obviously, the pandemic has worsened the gap between rich and poor in this country.   And it’s only getting worse . Highly educated people able to work from home may have piled up lots of money in their savings account. Meanwhile, the less skilled are food deprived, and living in their cars. Will the economy bounce back in time to save these people from poverty?   I hope so, but it doesn’t seem very likely.

In the words of the poet, John Donne, No man is an island.

‘No Man is an Island’

No man is an island entire of itself; every man 
is a piece of the continent, a part of the main; 
if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe 
is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as 
well as any manner of thy friends or of thine 
own were; any man's death diminishes me, 
because I am involved in mankind. 
And therefore never send to know for whom 
the bell tolls; it tolls for thee. 


HOMELESS LADY WASHES HAIR AT LIBRARY

Most everyone who lives in a metropolitan area  has grown accustomed to seeing homeless people at the library. We also know that soup kitchens serve hundreds of people every day.  It’s a fact of life that makes us uncomfortable, because we don’t know how to deal with it  But when I saw a lady coming out of the handicapped stall at the library with wet hair, it really hit me in the gut.  Should a homeless lady wash her hair at the library?

Should the library allow homeless to clean up in their restrooms
SHOULD LIBRARIES ALLOW THE HOMELESS TO USE THEIR RESTROOMS TO CLEAN UP?

It wasn’t clear if she had washed  her hair in the hand sink before she went into the stall, or worse yet, dunked it in the toilet. She seemed disoriented.  The bathroom smelled of her dirty bags .  There were food crumbs scattered all over the floor. After an initial reaction of revulsion, I was overcome with feelings of sympathy.  The woman wasn’t that old—maybe fifty.  She was someone’s child, granddaughter, maybe mother or wife.  She was a human being in desperate need of help. And I had no idea what to do.  And so, I merely smiled and left.

I couldn’t erase the scenario from my mind.  What should I have done?  I turned to an internet chat room (Reddit) and asked for other’s opinions.  Most agreed that there was nothing I could really do, except smile and leave.  Other’s felt that the library should not tolerate this type of thing because the woman could have Aids, STDS , and other infectious disease  that could endanger others.  Some said I should have reported it to an employee of the library.

I surfed the internet to see what other libraries do.  Many cities like Seattle  have specific policies and procedures for dealing with the homeless.  https://www.newstatesman.com/world/north-america/2018/12/how-seattle-s-public-library-stepping-deal-city-s-homelessness-crisis  Some have social workers available to help those in need.

I ‘m not sure if librarians are in a position to deal with such problems.  In our town, various non profits provide homeless shelters.  But shouldn’t the government bear some responsibility ? Homeless people were probably once taxpayers, maybe served our country in the military.  At the very least, we should have public bathrooms where the homeless have access to showers. I know that security would be a problem, but it seems like that could be dealt with.  The poet John Donne would tell us that any man’s misery diminishes us, because all of us are involved in mankind.

 

‘No Man is an Island’

No man is an island entire of itself; every man

is a piece of the continent, a part of the main;

if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe

is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as

well as any manner of thy friends or of thine

own were; any man’s death diminishes me,

because I am involved in mankind.

And therefore never send to know for whom

the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.

John Donne, 1624