1) A woman I know who was brought to a NYC hospital – Lincoln Medical Center in the Bronx, to be specific – was having a difficult time healing from a case of pneumonia. That she was in a hospital doesn’t seem to be enough for her to get what she needed to properly heal. She was denied organic supplements and allowed to lay in urine-soaked bedding despite having a pressure ulcer. She was eventually released from the hospital and recovered, but it seems to me that we are ignoring a very serious problem here in the good ‘ol U S of A.
If pharmaceutical firms can get hospitals to prevent patients from healing quickly and efficiently, what else are they able to get away with? Are they filling our “medicines” with toxic chemicals that make us sick? Are they purchasing “food” companies and adding toxic substances to our food supply to increase our “need” for pharmaceutical products? Are they manufacturing products that simply treat illnesses without healing them? Are they making donations to scientific institutions who then publish papers telling us that toxic treatments are all we have to battle diseases and that consuming organic food and supplements is virtually useless?
We need to take a good, hard look at our food and health care industries – and at the heartless economic system that promotes the concept of obtaining possessions as more important than the wellness of all living beings. We have to address the blatant criminality and cruel manipulation that has resulted in skyrocketing increases in serious health issues like cancers, heart disease, respiratory disease and birth defects. We need health care, not sickness care and many people don’t seem to understand the difference.
2) I was sipping coffee while walking to a train station in the Bronx. I was on my way to Manhattan and as I got to the top of the steps I found police tape blocking the opening. Some people were speaking with a police officer and I asked one of them what had happened. Apparently, someone was stabbed for his jacket and the train was skipping that station during the police investigation. I stopped to finish my coffee and heard a lot of people complaining – some about being inconvenienced, some that they’d be late for work.
” It’s always something.”
“Damn subway. It’s always fucked up.”
“Shit. I’m going to lose my job for being late again.”
I didn’t hear anyone ask if the victim of this brutal crime had survived. This is another symptom of the cold-blooded economic system we’ve chosen to use as our model for society. It affects people at all economic levels from wealthy business owners to street thugs. And the wealthy thugs are much more responsible for this sickness of greed than the street thugs. They set the rules of engagement in this war on consciousness. It has become a sadistic game of wanton desire that rewards obsessive behavior and twists the morals of otherwise decent people.
Oh, by the way, the perpetrator didn’t get the jacket. I heard it was sliced and full of blood.
3) I was walking along Southern Blvd. in the Bronx one night and saw what looked like a cat or small dog huddled against a building looking scared. As I got closer I realized it was an opossum. Some dude walking in the opposite direction got visibly nervous, then expressed shock and anger that the animal had the nerve to be in NYC.
I dialed NYC Animal Control and had a fruitless discussion with a clueless woman about getting this taken care of. Amazingly, she insisted that there was nothing the city could do about rescuing an animal in such a potentially dangerous situation. I commented that a homeless person, drunk person or even a child could easily stumble into this frightened animal and someone could sustain a serious injury (and then, some vindictive moron would viciously torture the poor animal to death). I asked if she would call someone in the state government or an animal rescue organization. Of course she must have a list of people or organizations to be contacted in this type of situation. She continually replied that the city could do nothing and that she had no phone numbers at all. I asked why such a huge city with vast resources was so pathetically incompetent and she mumbled one feeble excuse after another. She even had the audacity to say that action could only be taken AFTER someone has been injured, not before. Wow. How disturbingly dysfunctional is that?
I find it incredible that New York City can be so disgustingly cruel and apathetic to life other than human life on the planet (as well as indifferent to potential violence to people). Humans have dislocated animals from their natural habitats for ages – yet accept no responsibility whatsoever in the serious problems caused by this aggressive, warlike behavior.
I contacted three animal rescue organization myself later that night, but don’t know if anything was done. I haven’t seen a dead opossum in the road in the area or heard back yet from any of the organizations I contacted.
4) I was walking across 9th Avenue in Manhattan one night and saw a large firework display over the Hudson River. I wondered what celebration was under way, then remembered it was Chinese New Year. I went into a deli and, while looking for something to drink, I heard the young deli clerk on the phone telling someone that he didn’t know what the loud explosive sounds were while two customers stood at the counter with expressions of concern on their faces. Then, almost as an after-thought he said that it sounded like it could be fireworks. I commented that it was a firework display celebrating Chinese New Year and all three people let out a noticeable sigh of relief.
“Oh yeah, Chinese New Year. That’s it.”
Then, exaggerated smiles.
It occurred to me that I had never before witnessed such concern over the obvious sound of fireworks. Very interesting. Living in N.Y.C. during this time in history has shaped the collective psyche of the city population. Since the fall of the Soviet Union (and all of the paranoid baggage of Cold War hysteria that entailed), corporate media has portrayed our “enemies” in a different light and the fear has multiplied. Suddenly, “others” are strange and different instead of exotic and interesting. People see differences more than similarities. Clever, relentless indoctrination reaches inside people’s minds activating deep-seated emotions which the manipulative class uses the way a mechanic uses tools. They prey on fear, doubt and confusion to spread apathy and indifference.
Until we learn to see through these obfuscations and realize they are nothing more than obstacles to overcome, we’ll be slaves to our own emotions and to the desires of a manipulative criminal class that prey on their fellow citizens. It’s time to wake from the dream. It may seem blissful, but it’s far too obedient. And in this respect, freedom may seem lonely, but unconditional obedience is being less than human.