December 20, 2012
The forgotten in our society, show our true charitable nature. Oh, we can be wonderfully giving when tragedy strikes, elsewhere in the world. Where as, the adage, “Charity Begins at Home”, are just words to most. What shows here at home, is a sense of Social Darwinism. Strangely, Social Darwinism was one of the most powerful concepts and beliefs of The National Socialist German Workers Party.. Better known to most of the public as the Nazi’s.
Even those who have served in the military, once home from foreign wars, are forgotten. If they weren’t these veterans wouldn’t be living on the street. We should be ashamed of this alone, but we aren’t. We pretend to be outraged if a story reaches the evening news. When the news broadcast is over, It’s out of sight out of mind, until the next time we are asked for a bit of change, from the down and out or those homeless living in cars and on the street.
During the Holiday season we are a bit more generous with those in need. But 31 days out of 365 is a damn poor record of caring and concern, for year in year out hardships of our “Forgotten”.
The problem is a growing one, here in the USA. More than 1.4 million people in our country, now live on 2 dollars a day. As the, “I must have mine before you have yours” grows in the public’s mind. The belief that the destitute and homeless are merely an eye sore, spoiling your view of shops malls and department stores, are the unspoken thoughts of those who are well off or believe themselves to be struggling. Because we all know, when a flat screen, smart TV, isn’t in our home, we are the ones who are suffering. Or at least that seems to be the public sentiment.
Americans are the new French, although the French probably care more for their under privileged population more effectively. Snooty, Snotty, Rude, Spoiled, and believing, even though well off, that they are put upon and made to suffer. All based on the, “I must have mine before you get yours”, system of belief we as a country have cultivated.
I was taught to share to have compassion to take notice of those less fortunate, and if possible try through kindness to lend assistance, as I am able. Unlike my peers my eyes don’t slide off or censor out the less fortunate. I don’t believe they spoil my view. For me,those whom I label as “The Forgotten” need our assistance, not our judgment. For me “The Forgotten” need help, not our ridicule. And as many Americans with no frame of reference, believe they live in the greatest country in the world. As a Nation, like a Team, we are only as great as the weakest among us, and those people are “The Forgotten”.