Exercises
Does
Anybody Really Care?
This
cry of despair is more common than we may realize. Some of
us speak these words rarely; others say them every day─silently
or aloud. To hear the cry for help requires extra-sensitive
perception. We can hear it only if we listen with the third
ear, a trenchant phrase of Theodore Reik.
For example, I often visited a Negro friend
in a home for the elderly. The place was sterilized and the
environment was sterile. My friend was old, dispirited, and
he wanted to die. He often said, "I'm a lost ball in the tall
weeds." He felt unfulfilled. He knew that if he had been white,
he could have been a successful professional man. "I think
about this every day of my life," he said. Who cared about
this Negro workman who had helped erect many buildings in
downtown Columbus? Hardly anyone.
We have been remiss both in caring for and
caring about the elderly. Perhaps they suggest too strongly
our own morality, the guilt we may deservedly or undeservedly
feel about our own aging parents. The Great Society needs
a more creative approach to what are euphemistically called
the golden years. The
program of the First Community Village in Columbus, Ohio,
and other similar centers may be a happy augury of things
to come.
Edna St. Vincent Millay once said,
"O world,
I cannot hold thee close enough!" To care for people is to
wish to be close to them, in their presence, to penetrate
the mask we all wear. It is interesting that our comments
about communication with other people include such expressions
as "We were very close," "I was deeply touched," "He was greatly
affected."
To care deeply for persons is to see them
not as plumbers, scientists, clerks, lawyers, mathematicians,
or as white, yellow, or black. It is to see them as unique
individuals with all their idiosyncrasies,
strengths, and weaknesses, their similarities and differences.
Caring is color-blind, uncalculating.
To care or not to care is a problem of communication.
Sol, the instrument maker in talked to his
nephew about Mr. Dombey. The nephew said, "I thought he didn't
seem to like me very much." "You mean, I suppose," Sol replied,
"that you didn't seem to like him very much." When the mutuality
of caring does not take place, we often put the burden of
its absence on the other fellow. We may thus hide our true
feelings.
Indeed, the popularity of the mask as an art
form in all cultures suggests that we have a public face and
a private face. Interestingly enough, the word "personality"
comes from persona, meaning "an actor's mask." We ask reporters
who know public figures intimately, "What is he really like?"
Many articles appear with the heading, "What is the real John
Smith like?"
Perhaps our wish to unmask others but to remain
masked ourselves betrays a fear that our weaknesses will be
discovered and disapproved. And conversely, the revelation
of our hidden strengths may appear boastful. Sometimes, too,
we do not want to disclose openly our unfriendly attitude
because it is socially unacceptable. When we are rejected
by someone, we tend to say, "I couldn't care less," meaning "I couldn't care
more." Or we may not want to reveal even
to ourselves that we care deeply about someone, for fear of
rejection.
The wounds of rejection go very deep. Shakespeare
said, "He jests at scars that never felt a wound." But even
those who have been deeply hurt do not automatically learn
to care for others in the same predicament. For example, a
North Carolina high school boy was doing badly in his classes,
and felt that no one really cared. The director of audiovisual
instruction asked the boy to help build a high school radio
studio. He did this skillfully and joyously, and his whole
attitude seemed to change.
But one day he said to my friend,
"You know,
some day I want to be a teacher." When asked "Why?" he replied,
"Because I want to make other kids suffer like I have
suffered."
His wounds were only partially healed.
All caring has hazards and the outcomes are
uncertain. To care for others and to let them care for us
is a creative experiment in communication in which we may
get hurt. But the price paid, the risk of being wounded, is
the price of all communication. It is because we ourselves
are hurt that we can understand the Oliver Wendell Holmes, "A man must share the sorrows and joys of those around him
under pain of not having lived."
Some cannot exchange love because they are
emotionally and psychologically barricaded against loving
and being loved. Dostoevski has Father Zossima say, "Hell...
is the suffering of being unable to love." This inability
to care for others, to love and be loved, is a theme of many
great books. Dombey, for example, could not communicate with
his young daughter Florence. Of this, Charles Dickens writes:
"There were some children staying in the house.
Children who were as frank and happy with fathers and with
mothers as those rosy faces opposite their home. Children
who had no restraint upon their love, and freely showed it.
Florence sought to learn their secret; sought to find out
what it was she had missed; what simple art they knew, and
she knew not; how she could be taught by them to show her
father that she loved him, and to win his love again."
Florence could give love but her father was
unable to receive it from her.
How do we learn to care for others and to
welcome their caring for us? How can we develop children who
have "no restraint upon their love and freely show it?" The
translation of a desired value into reality is not simple.
T.S. Eliot has pointed out that
Between the idea
And the reality...
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow.
How can we discipline ourselves to make the
dream a reality?
As teachers and parents we can talk less and
listen more. We need more sensitive antennas. We are not picking
up the faint signals of discouragement, concealed anger or
fear of failure. The voice of despair may be weak and need
amplification. And we must get these messages early, before
they explode into violence and we shall be compelled to listen
to angry shouting.
It is not hard to care for people who are
very much like ourselves. This is a form of self-admiration,
narcissism. But it requires rigorous self-discipline to be
concerned with, to care about those who are different. It
is difficult to care for someone thousands of miles away,
or for those at hand who do not act or dress conventionally─the so-called hippies, for example. We must ask, "What are
they trying to say?" Are they asking, "Does anyone really
care?"
Is
it possible that we are rejecting the ideas of young people
in the guise of rejecting their style of dress?
Remember, too, that conventional dress changes, as every woman
knows. If we don't admire a person who is wearing a beard,
long hair, and sandals, we must ask whether we would prefer
to see Christ pictured with his shoes shined, his hair cut
short, and clean-shaven. I have a friend who has a beard and
who puts up his long hair like a woman. I might add that he
is an Indian, a Sikh.
We also have difficulty understanding people
whose food habits are different than ours. However, the man
who thinks it strange to eat raw fish as they do in Japan
is fond of oysters on the half-shell. Some who think that
bird's nest soup is "for the birds" enjoy eating the gelatin
that comes from boiling the skins and bones of animals. And
those cheeses that we like so well are made from milk that
has stood long enough to putrefy. We do not use this word,
however, but prefer nicer terms such as ferment, cure, or
ripen.
Caring develops best on a plane of quality,
of mutuality. We unconsciously assume that our way of life
is superior; that of other people's, inferior. I once heard
a distinguished network broadcaster end an interview with
some able foreign students by suggesting that on their return
to their own countries they "spread the American way of
life."
How would he feel if, after visiting England, he was asked
to spread the British way of life in the United States?
We have expected gratitude from foreign countries
for our gifts and loans. Look what we have done for them!
But strong bonds of mutuality are not built in this way. Instead,
they require that we care enough about people to do things
with them rather than for them. Giving as unequals, we can
easily develop an attitude of patronizing, immodest self-congratulation.
We like to help the underdog, forgetting that this places
us in the role of the overdog, the person who has the power
to grant or to withhold favors.
Are children grateful for what their parents
do for them? They should be, considering how often they have
heard about it. But caring and loving must not be evaluated
too soon. Caring takes time. Love is patient.
Caring must be learned. Children in the same
family may differ markedly in their willingness and ability
to share friendship and affection. Bonnie, at the age of three,
already has a charm and grace in human relationships that
her older brother still lacks. A seven-year-old boy announces
that he will not give money to the Junior Community Chest. "There's something peculiar about
it," he says. So his nine-year-old
brother gives for both of them.
No one expects to master the skills of tennis,
basketball, or the dance by a few easy lessons. Hundreds,
yes thousands, of hours of grueling, skillfully coached practice
are necessary. Is it any different in matters of delicate
human relationships? Caring requires the same disciplined
practice.
Are children and young people in school mastering
the art of caring? Are the current heavy emphases on formal
subject matter, on competition to get into college or graduate
school resulting in more impersonal relationships between
teacher and students? Are newer tools of technology which
can be used with large groups actually decreasing the personal
contact between teacher and student? They could be used to
increase the interaction of student and teacher, to humanize
the educational process─but are they?
Christina says in that "In all times,
in all societies, the supreme act is to give oneself to find
oneself, to lose oneself to find oneself. One has only what
one gives." But how often is this "supreme act" performed?
How often do we give ourselves to find out who we are? Do
we really care?
(1 853 words)
(From Can You Give the Public What It Wants?, New
York, Cowles Educational Corporation, 1967 )
Text
|