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  • Poet and freelance writer Ed Barna has been a Rutland Herald correspondent for 24 years. An Otter Valley Union High School 1966 graduate and 1970 Harvard College graduate, he lives in Middlebury, where he was born, with his wife Irene.
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June 25, 2007

LIST OF THE MONTH: ACRONYMICAL ACROMANIACAL ACRONYMEGALY

LIST OF THE MONTH: ACRONYMICAL ACROMANIACAL ACRONYMEGALY


By Ed Barna

We live in a new age, in a world where the War on Terror (9-11!) promises to go on and on, perhaps indefinitely. Under such circumstances, it is the duty of journalists to help the general public prepare for emergencies (9-11!), not just by alerting them when we move from Condition Yellow to Condition Orange or Red, but also by clarifying the new language that is facilitating the communications that are all-important for a unified response. Partly this means using certain motivational phrases and symbolic language frequently, so they become second nature (9-11!) in the way that Pearl Harbor did for the Greatest Generation. Also, more characteristic of our own era, there are organizational abbreviations—in a word, acronyms--which need to be integrated into a variety of articles so that they accomplish their goal of easing and speeding communication.
One valuable source for finding and learning acronyms relevant to Vermont is the Agency of Vermont Emergency Management website. Right at the top, there is a clickable link titled “Acronyms,” perhaps an indication of their importance as well as the fact that the term begins with the first letter of the alphabet. Here’s a sample of what you will find at http://www.dps.state.vt.us/vem/, with commonly known acronyms omitted like ARC for American Red Cross or BISHCA for the Department of Banking, Insurance, and Health Care Administration or VTANG for Vermont Air National Guard:

ARES-Amateur Radio Emergency Services
CCP-Citizens Corps Program
CERCLA-Comprehensive Environmental Response, Compensation and Liability
CERT-Community Emergency Response Team
CFR-Code of Federal Regulations
CHEMTREC-Chemical Transportation Emergency Center
COG-Continuity of Government Plan
COOP-Continuity of Operations Plan
EAL-Emergency Action Level
EAS-Emergency Alert System
ECL-Emergency Classification Level
EMAC-Emergency Management Assistance Compact
EMI-Emergency Management Institute
EMPG-Emergency Management Performance Grant
EMS-Emergency Medical Services
EOC-Emergency Operations Center
EOP-Emergency Operations Plan
EPZ-Emergency Planning Zone
FMA-Flood Mitigation Assistance Program
GAR-Governor’s Authorized Representative
HMGP-Hazard Mitigation Grant Program
HSU-Homeland Security Unit
IAP-Incident Action Plan
IC-Incident Commander
ICS-Incident Command System
ICT-Incident Coordination Team
IEMAC-International Emergency Management Assistance Compact
IEMG-International Emergency Management Group
IFO-Incident Field Office
JIC-Joint Information Center
LEOC-Local Emergency Operations Center
LEOP-Local Emergency Operations Plan; also referred to as the “Local Template”
LEPC-Local Emergency Planning Committee
NAS-Nuclear Alert System
NAWAS-National Warning System
NIMS-National Incident Management System
OCME-Office of the Chief Medical Examiner
ODP-Office of Domestic Preparedness
PDA-Preliminary Damage Assessment
PDD-Presidential Decision Directive
PDM-C-Pre-Disaster Mitigation Competitive Program
PIO-Public Information Officer
PPE-Personal Protective Equipment
RACES-Radio Amateur Civil Emergency Services
REP-Radiological Emergency Preparedness
RERP-Radiological Emergency Response Plan
RRP-Rapid Response Plan
SCO-State Coordinating Officer
SEOC-State Emergency Operations Center
SEOP-State Emergency Operations Plan
SERC-State Emergency Response Commission
SHMC-State Hazard Mitigation Committee
SHMO-State Hazard Mitigation Officer
SRAAT-State Rapid Assessment & Assistance Team
SSF-State Support Function
VEPARDS-Vermont Emergency Planning & Response Database System
VOAD-Voluntary Organizations Active in Disasters
VTHMRT-Vermont Hazardous Materials Response Team

“This site will be updated frequently,” cautions the website. Nor is it complete: for more acronyms, it advises loging onto www.fema.gov/plan/prepare/faat.shtm. This brings up the appropriately named FAAT list, which the Federal Emergency Management Agency describes as “a handy reference for the myriad of acronyms and abbreviations (so far about 4,200) used within the federal government, emergency management and the first response community.” FAAT, for instance, can stand either for “FEMA Acronyms, Abbreviations, & Terms” or “Fully Analytical Aerial Triangulation.”
Since more of these text-message-able shorthand references are being created all the time, FEMA citizens to contact FEMA with any they may have left out--so by now the FAAT list may be longer.
Since it would be impractical to attempt a comprehensive listing here, what follows will be an indicative sampling, picking one to three items from those listed under individual letters of the alphabet:
A 1) Atomic Mass
2) Ampere
3) Activity of Isotope
AA 1) Affirmative Action
2) Allocation Advice
3) Applicant Assistance
4) Approval Authority
5) Atomic Absorption
AAA 1) Agriculture Adjustment Administration
2) American Automobile Association
BAREPP Bay Area Regional Earthquake Preparedness Project
CBQRF Chemical-Biological Quick Response Force
DTAPPS Disposable Toxicological Agent Personal Protection System
ECAPS Enterprise Coordination & Approval Processing System
FANMAP FEMA Automated Network Management Program
GOALS Government On-Line Accounting Link System
HMTUSA Hazardous Materials Transportation Uniform Safety Act
IAFIS Integrated Automated Fingerprint Identification System
JDISS Joint Deployable Intelligence Support System
KBRM Knowledge-Based Risk Management
LEADERS Lightweight Epidemiology Advanced Detection and Emergency Response System
MEOW Maximum Envelope of Water (or Winds)
NARSAP National Advanced Remote Sensing Applications Program
OCHAMPUS Office of Civilian Health and Medical Program of the Uniformed Services
PPBM Positive Passenger Baggage Match
QBO Quasi-Biennial Oscillation
RMRIWFCG Rocky Mountain Regional Interagency Wildland Fire Communications Group
SALEMDUG State and Local Emergency Managers Data Users Group
TACACS Terminal Access Controller Access Control System
USACHPPM United States Army Center for Health Promotion and Preventive Medicine
VCU VOLAG Coordination Unit
VOLAG Voluntary Agency
WIN WWMCCS Intercomputer Network (obsolete)
XEDO Xedar Heat Detection Unit
YLD 1) Yield
2) Young Lawyers Division
Z Zulu (UTC)
UTC 1) Unit Type Code
2) Universale Temps Coordinaire (i.e., Coordinated Universal Time)

As you can see by the title of this List of the Month, I have invented my own acronym, using the letters AAA so it will get near the head of the list.
That’s all for now, folks. May all your VA’s (vulnerability assessments) and SN’s (serial numbers) be the essence of Survival Crisis Management (9-11!).

Comments and suggestions can be emailed to outabout@sover.net

June 18, 2007

A FATHER'S DREAM

I warned readers before that from time to time, I would be posting some of my poetry. This is for Father's Day, and it goes out especially to the people from The Gables who heard me read it.

As I told them, it's a prose poem. How to define a prose poem...would be boring. Let's just say that sometimes the rhythms and thought progressions of prose gather themselves to a focal point with the kind of force characteristic of poems. Think of Ecclesiastes in the King James Bible--aren't there passages you feel are more "poetic" than many poems, which are all too often prose heaved into lines, going from bad to verse?

The dream was real, and became part of a journal I kept for my son through his first year. The son is real, too--27, living in Minneapolis-St. Paul, helping to manage a music club.

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I dream you have already been born, a boy, and I am showing you how to fly. For years I have worked on my flying, learning when the signal in my midsection tells me I have the power, throwing myself off fearful heights and having them turn into soaring flights, steadily increasing the altitudes to which I can ascend, the distances I can travel, the scenes I can watch below. Now I want to show you all I have learned, the utmost I can do. With a supreme effort, I move across the sky at my greatest possible speed, arms outstreched, actually for the first time sending contrails streaming behind me. I look down to make sure you are watching.
But instead, you are flying yourself, easily rising upward and zooming downward, effortlessly turning, flipping and slipping happily about, unconcerned about what is above or below, utterly absorbed in the joy of your new-found capability.
And I realize: you are a better flyer already than I will ever be.

June 15, 2007

Appointment in Samarra

APPOINTMENT IN SAMARRA

I didn’t know, until the Iraq War, that Samarra was in Iraq. I knew of it only as some distant city in Asia, perhaps on the Silk Road like Samarkhand. In any case, the locale was less important than the legend, and the attitude toward fate that it implied.
In an earlier generation, many more people would have known immediately the point of a reference to “an appointment in Samarra.” The British novelist W. Somerset Maugham had used a version of the tale. Then the American writer John O’Hara, having learned from fellow author Dorothy Parker of Maugham’s use of the story, “Appointment in Samarra” the title of one of his novels—which later was among those listed in a Time magazine Top 100. Before television, at least, those who enjoyed reading would often have known the phrase.
I’ll give my own version in the fashion of folk tales generally: this is what I remember from all that I have gotten from my elders:
A rich man sends a servant to the marketplace to buy provisions, but instead, he returns pale and trembling. “Master,” he says, “I saw Death in the marketplace, and he looked at me a long time, with a strange expression on his face. I am so afraid. Please, can I take a horse and go visit my relatives in Samarra?”
The master lets him go—he has been a good servant, and now he is so shaken that he wouldn’t be able to do much anyway. Off the servant gallops toward Samarra.
Then the rich man goes to the marketplace to see if there is any truth to what his servant said. Sure enough, there is Death, waiting in the shadows and watching.
The rich man comes to him and says, “O Death, my servant says that when he came here, you looked at him very strangely, for a long time. Is this true?
“Yes,” says Death, “but only because he was here. I have an appointment with him tomorrow in Samarra.”
The same Middle Eastern view of fate’s inescapable dictates can be seen in the film “Lawrence of Arabia.” T. H. Lawrence and his Arab partner fence verbally with each other over whether fate can be altered; when Lawrence saves a young thief from execution and takes him as a servant, only to see the young man disappear in quicksand, his interlocutor is quick to point out that the man’s death WAS “written.” The pen of fate and its writing appears in the “Rubaiyat” as well.
Our national leadership went into Iraq with classic American optimism, believing that if only the people there would realize the advantages of our way of life (such as having international corporations run most of their oil fields, the main provision of the new law the Iraqi parliament is told it must pass dividing the oil resources) they could will their way out of thousands of years (remember the Babylonians and the Assyrians in the Bible?) of struggles for supremacy. When it didn’t quite work out that way, our Commander in Chief (who either is The Decider or listens to his Generals, depending) sent in the Surge, which succeeded in flushing the Mahdi Army out of Baghdad and into the surrounding provinces.
Now it looks as if we have an appointment with them, either in or because of Samarra.

June 06, 2007

Of D-Day and Dead Leaves

Of D-Day and Dead Leaves

It’s June 6, the day when Spitzbergen tipped the balance on the Western Front.
D-Day wasn’t supposed to happen, according to the German weather forecasters. The storm that preceded and followed that day was not supposed to have any break.
But earlier in the war, Britain and Canada had retaken from the Germans the Svalbard Archipelago, including its largest island, Spitzbergen. The name, given by Dutch explorer Willem Barents in 1596, means “jagged peaks;” today the largest of three settlements is called Longyearbyen. As those names suggest, the place is about as remote as any place humans inhabit: above Iceland, above Finland, north of most of Greenland, inside the Arctic Circle at 78-79 degrees latitude.
But in June of 1944, Spitzbergen had something that made all the difference: weather information the Germans lacked. With it, Allied forecasters predicted a period of calm in the otherwise stormy conditions. Eisenhower wrestled with the decision, but finally said the invasion was on.
All through the German occupation of Europe, the BBC would send out nightly messages to resistance fighters: “Uncle Henry is going shopping;” “The beach is good for swimming today;” and so on—bland phrases that the Underground knew as their signals to undertake particular actions.
But for the day of The Invasion, Allied Intelligence and the Free French had reserved a poem by Paul Verlaine that almost every Frenchman knew, and knew to be one of the great ornaments of French culture. It’s not long, but within it is some of the world’s finest word music:

LES sanglots longs
Des violons
De l’automne
Blessent mon cœur
D’une langueur
Monotone.

Tout suffocant
Et blême, quand
Sonne l’heure,
Je me souviens
Des jours anciens
Et je pleure;

Et je m’en vais
Au vent mauvais
Qui m’emporte
Deçà, delà,
Pareil à la
Feuille morte.

Translation is never entirely satisfactory, but this poem is among those generally considered beyond translation, because the rhythm and tone vanish. But most people can understand that autumn is a time when melancholy thoughts often come: when the bell tolls the hour, I think of times gone by, and I cry. For the French people, after years of German occupiers taking their food, their able men for slave labor, and their culture, those words about former times and tears had especially intense meaning.
I’m a poet, and I’m partway through a translation, foolhardy as that may seem—because I know how the invasion began. Here’s an equivalent of the last lines: “And I give myself to the fitful wind, which sweeps me/ Hither and thither as lifeless as the leaves beneath me.”
The pilots carrying the paratroopers who were to be the spearhead of the invasion did such an incompetent and in some cases cowardly job that Eisenhower, though busy as the overall commander, took time to give the flyers a personal dressing down, in terms they never forgot and on future missions heeded. But on D-Day, they made it Death Day for many, many parachutists: some plunged into fields the Germans had flooded and were dragged down by their heavy packs and drowned; some were dropped directly onto German units, who shredded them with machine guns as they dangled helplessly in the air; one was even sent down a well to his doom.
“Deçà, delà, pareil à la feuille morte” indeed.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the world, a naval battle was being fought that truly turned the course of the war against Japan. Rent the film “Midway,” it’s astonishingly accurate, after you factor out the obligatory Hollywood love story.
Tolkien insisted that “Lord of the Rings” wasn’t an allegory of World War II, but it’s hard to believe there wasn’t some influence, especially the idea of wildly diverse and at first widely scattered and disorganized set of forces finally overwhelming the monolithic concentration of power. Here’s the Pacific Ocean, somewhere out there is a Japanese invasion fleet. Here’s torpedo plane squadron leader Waldron, Sioux blood in his veins: disregarding all advice, “He just lit a shuck for the horizon,” someone who watched him said, and he found the enemy aircraft carriers, and died trying to sink them, like almost all of the torpedo pilots. Then, with the Japanese fighters all down at ocean level because of those sacrifices (“These Americans! They fight like samurai!”), high in the sky appeared the American dive bombers. “Ram it home, girls!” their leader shouts over the radio, and down they come, and drop bombs on the big rising suns painted on the decks of three of the four Japanese aircraft carriers—the fourth was destroyed later as well—and with those stroke they ended any hope of the Japanese Co-Prosperity Sphere dominating the Pacific.
I’m amazed that all the hoop-la over D-Day keeps eclipsing this other, purely American, even more successful effort. But so it is with time and human endeavors: “Deçà, delà, pareil à la feuille morte.”

June 05, 2007

Les Ricard, Working-Class Hero

LES RICARD, WORKING-CLASS HERO

I stayed away from the obituary pages when I was a young man, because I had things to do that I had to do while I had all my strength, and reading who died wasted time. Very, very rarely did the notices concern anyone I knew.
There’s a key moment in the classic film “The Last Picture Show” when a middle-aged woman turns away her former young lover, saying “I’ve turned that corner.” Well, I’ve turned that corner with regard to the obituaries. Now that so many people die who are younger than I am, and now that I would feel terrible about missing a notice about someone I cared about, I make sure to go through them every day.
So it was that I learned Les Ricard had died. Leslie A. Ricard, born in Rutland in 1943, graduated from Brandon High School—that means he almost certainly had one or both of my parents as teachers. Cut marble in Proctor, built things as a general carpenter, finished as a locksmith for the State before he had to retire in 1992 because of a disability. Lived in the Forest Dale part of Brandon.
I wasn’t surprised that Les had passed on because he came to one of the last Brandon Select Board meetings I reported on accompanied by someone to help him with his oxygen unit. But the important thing was, he came, and when his time came on the agenda, he spoke, just as he always did.
Les wouldn’t have made a good model for Norman Rockwell’s picture, in the Four Freedoms series, of the young workingman standing up to speak at Town Meeting, but only because he looked too much like a workingman. That was his spirit. He had none of the abashed, ashamed attitude that too many people have who didn’t go through college. He had the right to make his views known, and in that respect he was as good as anyone else, and that being the case his views should be known.
Probably there are people like that in most Vermont towns, and bless them all. Brandon has always had more than one, and I won’t embarrass them by naming more of them, and I don’t need to, because Brandonites know who they are anyway. When Les came to a meeting, I had the feeling that I was looking at the Russian partisans and the French Resistance and South Pacific coastwatchers of World War II—if things had ever gotten that bad, Les and his fellow outspoken believers in local democracy could have been trusted.
I’ll miss Les, but I’ll always have the expression on his face. And he had one view on a major decision that I shared, and told him so--and let the future decide whether the two of us were right.
Both of us thought it was shortsighted, to use the least offensive word for the Planning Commission neglecting to put a bypass route in the Town Plan, to tear up and reconfabulate Route 7 through the middle of town without building a bypass first—especially because there was (or had been, stuff is in the way now) a nearly straight shot bypass route. Through a corn field and some woods between The Adams (now Maple Grove) and the storage units on Country Club Road, along the old golf course fields southward of Park Street Extension, across it (taking one and only one house) and over the Neshobe River, up and over Mt. Pleasant, and coming out somewhere near Lover’s Lane. In a couple of decades, Les said, the new Route 7 through town would be all clogged up, because nothing was being done to deal with the traffic, and then people would wish they had gone for a bypass first.
Les, if you’re paying any attention to something as trivial as mortal life on this planet, I’m putting that into print as a kind of memorial or monument to you. And if it turns out we come back, try to make it somewhere in Vermont.


June 01, 2007

What Clinton Said

WHAT BILL CLINTON SAID

By Ed Barna

In my previous entry, I said there would be several regular sub-features of this column. One will be Word for Word.
On May 27, former President Bill Clinton delivered one of the finest commencement addresses the Middlebury College community has heard. This is my transcription from a recording. The text begins after introductory remarks recognizing college officials and the other honorary degree recipients. I have added brief explanatory material in parentheses at some point.
One unfamiliar word that Clinton used deserves closer attention: “ubutu,” a South African term that has been translated as “caring for others,” though Clinton gives a far better translation. In its country of orgin, the word is linked to the history of the Truth and Reconciliation Commissions that enabled the country to move on as a biracial society despite its history of apartheid. This is an explanation from the website www.truthcommissions.org .
“Archbishop Tutu was the driving force behind the commission’s work. He created the framework through which the work of the TRC was understood. He made little attempt to separate his work on the commission from his spiritual beliefs, often referred to as Ubuntu theology. Ubuntu is the traditional African notion “which affirms an organic wholeness of humanity, a wholeness realized in and through other people.” Desmond Tutu merged this traditional thought with Christian values of forgiveness, repentance and reconciliation. This ideology led to a subtle pressure on those who testified to forgive those who had committed crimes against them, as according to the ubutu ideology it was only through forgiveness and the recognition of the humanity of the wrongdoer that testifiers could fully reclaim their own humanity. The driving philosophy behind the TRC was the idea that “Reconciliation is only possible if we build on the foundation of truth. Amnesia may be comforting, but in the end it will prevent reconciliation rather than promoting it.” (Archbishop Tutu’s Pressclub speech, 21 October 1997).”
Here is Clinton’s address, which concerns world reconciliation:

“Sathyavani Sathisan (Class of 2007, the student-chosen speaker), you gave a great speech—and you look fine without your mortarboard, don’t worry about it. Let’s give her a big hand. (applause)
I would also like to acknowledge a person who served in my administration, as Ambassador to Switzerland, your former Governor, Madeleine Kunin is here. Thank you for being here.
And Middlebury’s ambassador in the White House when I was President, Andrew Friendly, who was my personal aide, thank you for being here today.
I’d like to thank Dick Fuld (a trustee) for asking me to come and speak at his son’s graduation (Richard Severin Fuld, economics, Greenwich, Connecticut).
But I want you to know, because this is really what my talk is about—and I can actually give it now, I was going to give a 30 second version if the rain hadn’t stopped—I want you to know that the first person who introduced me to Middlebury was Ron Brown, who was my Commerce Secretary, and who grew up on the streets of Harlem and found a home at Middlebury, and served on the board until his untimely death in 1996, as my Secretary of Commerce leading a delegation of Americans to the Balkans to try to help people put their lives together again after we ended the horrible civil war in Bosnia.
I loved Ron Brown. He was unbelievable, he was like a brother to me. But his eyes would just light up every time he talked about Middlebury. And I hope that all of you for the rest of your lives, however long they may be, will feel some of that.
Because I could see that he found here what I want for everyone in the world. A kid who grew up in a hotel in Harlem found a home here because there’s a community here, in the best sense. And that’s what we really have to build in the world.
Every successful community has three things, whether it’s a university, a sports team, a business, an orchestra, a family, you name it, they all have three things: a broadly shared opportunity to participate; a broadly felt responsibility for the success of the enterprise, whatever it is; and a genuine sense of belonging.
That’s what Ron Brown found at Middlebury, when he became the first African-American member of his fraternity, and his fraternity had to choose between kicking him out or being kicked out of the national fraternity, and they chose him. Good for you, by the way. (applause)
But look around here. This is a much more interesting student body than if I’d come here 30 years ago to speak. I mean it’s more diverse racially, religiously, you have 62 percent of you learned overseas, you’ve got students from 74 countries here, you’ve got a commencement speaker from Singapore of Indian heritage, you doubtless have Christians, Jews, Muslims, Buddhists, perhaps Shintos, Confucians, Jains—goodness knows what else (laughs). But you’re still in a community.
Now, the world has lots of problems. We have the existential problem of climate change—and you’re on the cutting edge of that. I congratulate you on your commitment to become carbon-neutral over the next few years. We have the problems of resource depletion all over the world: unprecedented loss of topsoil, water, trees, plant and animal species—and this at a time when the world’s population is expected to grow from six and a half billion to nine billion, almost all of it in countries least able to take care of themselves today—and only Brazil and Argentina have increased significantly grain production in the last 10 years, because they have more than 20 feet of topsoil.
That’s a huge problem. And for all the people down in Washington that are so exercised about the problem of illegal immigration, you ain’t seen nothing yet, if we go from six and a half billion to nine billion people on earth and our capacity to grow food is reduced, not increased.
We have legitimate problems with terror weapons of mass destruction and the potential spread of them, and our interdependence has made us even more vulnerable than we have been since the end of World War I to a global epidemic like avian influenza—which is why you can turn on the evening news and see stories—I have—in a little home town in New York where I live, I’ve seen just in the last few months on the evening news stories about chickens, competing with stories about Britney Spears’ shaved head (laughs) and the local crime story and the fight over the remains of poor Anna Nicole Smith, I’ve seen stories about chickens in Romania, India and Indonesia. Why? Because they all have avian influenza, it has a 60 percent mortality rate in people, and we don’t have a vaccine or a cure yet.
There are good stories, more important than the other ones. So we have problems there.
We have problems because the world that is now yours to command, with your imagination, is so beyond the reach of half the other people on this planet. Half the world’s people still live on less than $2 a day and a billion people on less than a dollar a day. A quarter of all deaths on Earth from AIDS, TB, malaria, infections related to dirty water—80 percent in the last category children under five.
And even within rich countries there’s a real struggle to maintain anything like a real sense of social cohesion, because inequality in American runs rampant. In the last…we’re now in the sixth year of an economic recovery, and we have a 40-year high in corporate profits to a record stock market, increasing productivity from people every year, but median wages are flat and poverty and the lack of health insurance have both gone up among working families—because we’ve become more unequal.
So there are plenty of problems out there. Why would I come and ask you to think most community?
Because I believe questions of community and identity, personal identity, will determine our collective capacity to deal with all the problems. The most important thing you’ve got coming out of this Middlebury education is the understanding of the elemental value that makes all communities possible in an interdependent world: which is, that our differences are really neat. They make life more interesting, and they aid in the search for truth.
But our common humanity matters more. So much of the world’s difficulty today is rooted in the rejection of that simple premise. You think about all the political, the religious, almost psychological fundamentalism that drives the wars and the conflicts and the demonization in the world today—ALL of it is premised on the simple fact that our differences are more important than whatever we could have in common.
When the terrorism bombings hit London not so long ago, the most traumatic for many British citizens was that the people who set the bombs off were British citizens. There was in no sense an invasion. They felt somehow violated and disoriented. And I read painful article after article where people were saying, “I just don’t get it. I work with these people. They’re nice people. I don’t understand it. I’ve played with their children, and we went to sporting events on the weekend,” or whatever. “We had all this contact. What happened?”
The people who set the bombs off did not feel they belonged. They believed that their differences were more important than what they had in common. And so even though they worked and sometimes played with other people, they became less human to them.
All this may seem completely alien to you. But we are all guilty, at various points, of doing the same thing.
I’ll give you a little test. The most important thing that I think came out of the stunning sequencing of the human genome—in 2000, for me; it was a project I had strongly supported as President—and lots of wonderful things have happened, just last week we learned two genetic markers that are high predictors of diabetes, we found. This is a HUGE discovery, because of that rampant growth of diabetes, along with childhood obesity, in the United States. We have for the first time statistically significant numbers of young people with what we used to call “adult onset diabetes.”
A lot of great things have happened. We found the markers for breast cancer, we’re getting close with Alzheimer’s and Parkinson’s. But the most important thing I learned was that genetically, all human beings are 99.9 percent the same.
Now that is astonishing. I mean, look at each other. Every difference you can see, of gender, skin color, hair color, eye color, height, weight, you name it—everything you can possibly observe about another that seems different—is rooted in one-tenth of one percent of your genetic makeup.
And yet, even most of us spend 90 percent of our time focused on the one-tenth of one percent—don’t we? I’m 60 years old—well, at least I’m not 80. (laughs) I’m 10 pounds overweight—well, at least I’m not 40 pounds overweight. I did a terrible thing—but at least I’m not as bad as she is. (much laughter). Or he is. How many times have you done that? (laughter still)
I met Rush Limbaugh the other night, in New York (continuing laughter) And I was tempted, after all the terrible things he said about me, to tell him we were 99.9 percent the same. (general laughter and applause) I was afraid the poor man would run weeping from the rest room. (more laughter) And so I let it go.
On the other hand, a few weeks from now I’m going to South Africa, as I try to go every summer, around the time of Nelson Mandela’s birthday. He’ll be 89 this year, and I try to share it with him every year. I can’t believe that he and I are 99.9 percent the same, cause he’s so much greater, in every way, than I could ever be. But it’s true.
So on one hand, what you do with that one-tenth of one percent of you that’s different makes all the difference, but if you think it’s more important than what you have in common, then the problems that bedevil all the world are likely to overwhelm all the wonderful things you might otherwise do.
If you think about what it would take for your grandchildren to be sitting here on this day, like this, 50 years from now, we have to deal with climate change and resource depletion. We have to reconcile the world and move it away from terror and the maniacal spread of lethal weapons. We have to develop cooperative systems to deal with disease. And we cannot continue to have this spreading inequality. We have to widen the circle of opportunity within and beyond the national borders.
And it all starts with questions of community and identity and the elemental knowledge that what we have in common is more important than what divides us.
I do a lot of work in Africa, as the president said (Ron Liebowitz, president of Middlebury College), with my AIDS project. We sell medicine the cheapest in the world in 66 countries, but we have health projects in 25. And I never cease to be amazed by how smart people are who have no money, no education, nothing, just lots of observation and received wisdom.
In South Africa, in Mandela’s tribe’s language Xhosa, people discuss the idea of community in a fundamental, almost existential way, with a word which was adopted by the youth service project he and I started for black and white kids in South Africa, as the motto: Ubutu. It simply means in English, “I am because you are.” Our differences cannot be as important as our common humanity because we couldn’t even exist, in any meaningful sense, without each other.
And a little north of there, in the central highlands when people meet each other—they’re walking on long path—and one person says “Hello, good morning, how are you,” the answer is not “I’m fine, how are you?”, the answer, in English, is “I see you.”
Think about that. Think about how empowering that is. Think about the difference between that and a world of people obsessed with concentrating power instead of empowerment, with control instead of freedom, with imposed ideology instead of reasoned evidence. “I see you.”
Now, most of you don’t have a racist bone in your body, most of you don’t have a sexist bone in your body, most of you are probably as free of artificial categorical bigotry as any group of young people has ever been. But you have gifts. The gift of a fine mind, the gift of a chance to be here, the gift of all the choices you have when you leave. So the bigotry you will have to work hard to avoid is not seeing everyone else.
We leave here today, somebody’s going to have to come in and fold up all these chairs, and clean this place up—and a lot of people who do that work think no one ever sees them. They have to be involved in the fight against climate change, too, and the fight against income inequality. They have to have chances in life.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned traveling the world, it’s that intelligence and effort are equally distributed. Organization, investment, and opportunity are not. And so, too many people remain unseen.
I believe you will live in the most interesting, peaceful, prosperous time the world has ever known. Even if we need to deal with terror for a few more decades, they’re going to have to really work to kill as many innocent people as were killed from political violence in the 20th century—in two world wars and the Holocaust, in the purges in the Soviet Union and in the Chinese Cultural Revolution, in the Khmer Rouge in Cambodia and all the tribal wars in Africa—I think you’re going to have a better time of it.
But only if, with all of our scientific advances, we can drive home the elemental requirement of community that will lead all of us to serve, whether we’re in office or just in private life--because our common humanity is more important than our differences, and because we must see everyone.
That is what I wish for you. As you save the world, remember all the people in it. If you see everyone—if you believe that we are because others are—if you serve in that spirit—your grandchildren will be here 50 years from now. And it will be even better, because you will have fulfilled humanity’s first obligation: to honor what is holy about it, and to pass it on.
Thank you, and God bless you.”
(thunderous standing ovation)

Contact Ed Barna at outabout@sover.net


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