Topics: Civics, Civil Rights, Civilization, Democracy, Existentialism, Fascism
John D. Rockefeller, the founder of the Standard Oil Company, the first billionaire of the United States of America, and once the richest man on Earth was asked by a reporter, “How much money is enough?”
He calmly replied, “Just a little bit more.” Siddhartha Rastogi, CNBC TV18
A Body Mass Index is a rough estimate of body composition that is used to define an unhealthy versus healthy weight. It is body mass divided by height squared (kg/m2). A BMI under 18.5 is considered underweight, whereas, a BMI of 25.0 to 29.9 is considered overweight, and a BMI over 30.0 is considered obese.
Fifty percent of the United States population is now considered obese; they have accumulated too much body mass, most specifically fat, and this has placed them at risk for illness, disease, and death. Only 1.5 percent of the United States population lacks adequate body mass and qualifies as underweight and unhealthy. They, too, are at increased risk for illness, disease, and death.
Some wealth is clearly protective and leads to better health and more happiness, but there is a paucity of information regarding the physical and mental health of the ultrarich. Subjectively, we see the ultrarich and their descendants suffer from such things as anxiety, depression, addiction, and loss of meaning and purpose. The individuals and their families appear to have an increased level of dysfunction, but it is unclear whether the dysfunction is greater, less than, or the same as in the general population.
Notably, the ultrarich suffer from the trappings of their wealth. They have more to track, manage, and protect. Their wealth can become isolating for them, as well. They can be resented by many and targeted by others. Healthy and meaningful relationships can be hard to find for the ultrarich. Their wealth can also precipitate and facilitate their seeking of pleasure over happiness, a formula for addiction and dysfunction. The ultrarich have some increased risk factors for illness and disease.
Morbid Wealth, David R. Clawson M.D., Psychology Today
"Just a little bit more." The current richest man on Earth (at least, on paper) is poised to be the world's first trillionaire, according to Fortune magazine. After him, Amazon's and the Washington Post's CEO will likely come. As the title "trillionaire" becomes passe, quadrillionaire is the next obvious goal, and the gulf of wealth inequality will become a bottomless ocean that a nonexistent middle class cannot cross. That is peonage. That is serfdom. For "just a little bit more," democracy becomes a fairy tale.
Remember the rich that were caricatured in these Sci-Fi movies and stories:
“Don’t Look Up?” “Elysium?” “The Handmaid’s Tale?” “The Hunger Games?” “Parable of the Sower?” “Parable of the Talents?” The wealthy were depicted as callous, dismissive, and unfeeling. Note that they own the corporations that produced them. This was them blatantly shoving their resumes in our faces, so we shouldn't be at all surprised that "life imitates art." Now, the South African "Ketamine Kid" has six teenage mutant Ninja turtles sifting through our personal identifying information doing God knows what, without background checks and without security clearances, but, we're supposed to "trust them!"
“Who controls the past controls the future. Who controls the present controls the past.”
“Now I will tell you the answer to my question. It is this. The Party seeks power entirely for its own sake. We are not interested in the good of others; we are interested solely in power, pure power. What pure power means you will understand presently. We are different from the oligarchies of the past in that we know what we are doing. All the others, even those who resembled ourselves, were cowards and hypocrites. The German Nazis and the Russian Communists came very close to us in their methods, but they never had the courage to recognize their own motives. They pretended, perhaps they even believed, that they had seized power unwillingly and for a limited time, and that just around the corner there lay a paradise where human beings would be free and equal. We are not like that. We know that no one ever seizes power with the intention of relinquishing it. Power is not a means; it is an end. One does not establish a dictatorship in order to safeguard a revolution; one makes the revolution in order to establish the dictatorship. The object of persecution is persecution. The object of torture is torture. The object of power is power. Now you begin to understand me.”
― George Orwell, 1984
“Separate but equal” was always an oxymoron, like “military intelligence” or “United States” of America. My kindergarten was Bethlehem Community Center, still in Winston-Salem, and still on the east side. I found out later that the name was given by the Wesleyan Methodists because of its location and clientele: “Bethlehem” was for black kids, and “Wesleyan” was reserved for the better/whiter side of town. I remember the signs for water fountains.
My kindergarten graduation was on April 5, 1968, the day after the assassination of Dr. King. I remember crying a lot and not a single child smiling in our photo. I remember the thought “We’re not kids anymore!” I don’t know what the kids at Wesleyan were thinking, but I will bet that the Klan wasn’t outside shooting in the air, celebrating.
“All deliberate speed” did not occur for me until 1971 in Winston-Salem, North Carolina: 17 years after Brown v Board, and three years after Dr. King's death. I was bussed across town to the suburbs of Rural Hall. The night before, my parents watched the news nervously as riots broke out at the high schools, attackers bringing chains, and bats. It didn’t help that my bus was to pick me up before sunrise: Pop waited until I got on the bus before he drove off. I was going to the 4th grade. We grouped by complexion at first, calling each other names: white crackers, and "black crackers" (which wasn't then or ever has been, a "thing"). We were unconsciously imitating the rioting high school students with a limited vocabulary of epithets. We became friends with a game of football during recess. I assume now in our sixth decade, if they're still alive, many of those friends now wear red hats.
The books were newer at Rural Hall Elementary: no torn pages, no written epithets in spelling, and math books clearly out of date. My first-grade teacher, Ms. Samuel was my third-grade teacher, Mrs. Perry, and she could "pass" to go to bookstores near Wesleyan Community Center, and purchase the actual books they stencil-copied, and taught us from. I felt like we were moving toward Dr. King’s “beloved community,” and closer to Star Trek without the need for their fictional (and our un-survivable) World War III.
“The Corporation” was a 2003 documentary that asked the question “If corporations are people (by the misapplication of the 14th Amendment), what KIND of persons are they?” The answer was a psychopath: “a person having an egocentric and antisocial personality marked by a lack of remorse for one's actions, an absence of empathy for others, and often criminal tendencies.” That aptly describes the moment that we find ourselves in.
Harry Belafonte describes a conversation with Dr. King the night before he died and Dr. King “feared that he was integrating his people into a burning house.” If there had been no assassination, the next sermon that he relayed by phone to his mother was going to be “Why America May Go To Hell,” a warning to the nation that if we didn’t repent for our sins of militarism, and capitalism with no other thought other than profit for corporations/psychopaths and shareholders, the planet be damned.
Maybe we’re all just finally starting to notice.
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