WORLD VOICES CHOICES
BY WILLIAM EATON |
Contents
Home Introduction About the Author The Riddle of the Miners The Anvil and the Hedgehog The Beauty of the System John Ruskin and His Mother Kleptomania and Its Discontents Smile and the Whole World Smiles with You Transgression Tiens, voilą une baffe There is an object called 'circle' Sick The Prophet Jonah World
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The
Beauty of the System Worried
that you might have cancer,
twins, a herniated disk, you go for a high-tech medical test and
afterward ask
the technician what the test has revealed. The technician says she
cannot say,
the testing facility’s doctor will need to look at the results. In a
few days
this doctor will send your doctor a report.
Annoyed,
if not enraged, you curse the American medical system. Just so doctors
can get
rich and enjoy a feeling of superiority they don’t deserve, or just
because
there’s a whole ’nother batch of cannibals getting rich off malpractice
lawsuits, you — the one who is paying and worrying — have to wait. And,
from
what you’ve seen of the images and numerical printouts, the test
doesn’t seem
all that difficult to interpret, and this technician has a great deal
of
experience. You can see in her face that she already knows — you do
have
cancer, or twins.
In
your anger and anxiety you are ignoring the beauty of the system. This
technician — for all she can indeed see exactly what you have and don’t
have —
does not trust her judgment. She could misinterpret the test, she
thinks — not
that she can recall ever having done so. She could be missing
something. She is
certain the doctor knows more and is smarter than she is. She had not
needed
her teachers to remind her; she had learned this lesson before starting
school. Two
neighboring countries have been
fighting for years over an infertile spit of land that lies along their
border.
Resources desperately needed for teachers, schools, vaccines,
antibiotics, food
and water are being spent on fighter jets and anti-aircraft missiles.
Hundreds
of soldiers and civilians are being killed every year or maimed by
landmines;
crops are being destroyed; women and children are being raped and
enslaved by
marauding troops — with no end in sight.
Frustrated,
if not enraged, you denounce the cynicism and heartlessness of
politics. The
leaders of the two countries are perpetuating this war, and fanning the
flames
of chauvinism, demonizing the enemy, imprisoning critics as traitors —
and they
are doing this to keep their long-suffering people from turning against
them,
to divert attention from how they and their friends are looting and
mismanaging
the country’s resources. And meanwhile the leaders and diplomats of the
major
powers continue to publicly condemn the senselessness and brutality of
the war,
and also continuing to do whatever they can to help businesses in their
countries make money manufacturing and selling jets, missiles and
landmines to
both sides.
In
your anger and idealism you are ignoring the beauty of the system.
Among the
many soldiers who are dying in this gruesome charade of a war, there
are those
— perhaps even the majority — who believe that they are dying for a
great
cause. Grieving mothers, while wishing that somehow the bullets might
have
found them instead, find comfort in the thought that their sons did not
die in
vain. |