I have long viewed what’s going on in the United States as a classic battle between good and evil. That tension is nothing new – just new to those of us who thought technology and culture could override human nature. But the Good vs. Evil dance has always been part of our world. Check your history: God and the devil, war and peace, love and hate, Shakespeare, ancient mythology, every epic your high school teacher tried to get you to read. We’re living one of those epics right now. Since Trump came on the scene with his birther nonsense, which brought racism blatantly to the White House, the evil has continued to rise. The mainstream media gave it a platform when they turned the cameras on Trump early in the presidential campaign in order to increase ratings. (Print media weren’t innocent either, but not nearly as powerful in feeding the beast.) All the evil that had been under America’s skin seemed to seep out of its pores during the election. Most of us on the side of good did little more than point out the slime. We tsked-tsked. We brushed the actors off as fringe weirdos. We knew that evil, in the form of Trump as president, couldn’t prevail.
We the good started to get our shit together after the election and we’ve been building our strength ever since. This weekend good took the lead in the streets of Boston. I was there with 40,000 other peace mongers and about 50 players from team evil. We marched and chanted, smiled and waved, helped every stranger who needed it (rude had taken a day off), and sweated through a New England special of burning sun and thick humidity without collapsing into puddles of whine. Before we even made it to Boston Common, where the evildoers were trying to do their thing, they surrendered. Not only did they fail to scare or harm us, but they lost their voice. Good prevailed.
A lot of people were upset by evil’s showing in Charlottesville, but when given the opportunity to march in Boston Saturday, they said they’d pass. There were two big excuses: they were scared of potential violence or believed ignoring evil would make it go away. All they want is attention, people said. Yes, but don’t we also want attention? Shouldn’t good be grabbing the headlines, too? That can’t happen if the good guys stay home. (Important point: if you have a skin tone that attracts hatred, I respect the decision to stay away from violence – you fight it every day. But if you’re white (ahem, fellow Jews), we may need to talk about bravery.)
I’m so grateful I was able to join the gaggle of good guys.
Check out my photos below. But first, ask yourself this somewhat guilt-inducing question: what have I done to strengthen good today?