As the day of sequester-loaded cuts
arrives the consequences of global inequality receive a fresh spotlight. Millions
of well-educated younger adults find themselves in the position of indentured
servants, carrying six digit debt into their adult years. Over the past thirty
years the real income of most U. S. citizens (adjusted for inflation) declined while only the top 5
percent gained in income and wealth. The rest of the nation remains in
recession. The causes are not hard to find, ironically put this week by comedian Steven
Colbert, when he reminded his viewers that the constant celebration of
burgeoning wealth in Silicon Valley is built on today’s version of 19th century
Chinese railroad “coolies,” virtual slave laborers then, now the Chinese low income workforce toiling for the I-gadget revolution owned by Western
entrepreneurs.
So where is the rebellion against all
of this? Is there something in the
Western narrative, perhaps in the Christian narrative, that removes the spine
needed for resistance against unjust acts?
The Irish writer, Colm Toibin, published
a novella in 2012 to be staged on Broadway later this month. The Testament of Mary, is a useful
challenge to groups who feel driven underground by the dominion of war and
inequality in both the U. S. and global society.
Toibin imagines Jesus as a healer
and militant organizer come under growing surveillance by unidentified
authorties. Toibin’s grandfather and
uncle were active in the IRA, the grandfather having done hard prison time for
his part in the 1916 Rising. The idea of Jesus as political liberator has been
used more than once, for example in Jules Dassin’s 1970’s film, He Who Must Die. Toibin’s version of the
disciples is a rough edged group whom Mary holds in little affection. They
tell her Jesus is in danger, that he’s being watched by operatives whom they can
point out to her lurking at the edge of the crowds while he is healing and teaching.
Mary doesn't really like the sound of
Jesus’ organizing voice anymore, but with motherly concern she pleads with him
several times: “You must get away from here, right now. Go! Now before it’s too
late.” Toibin’s Jesus is disdainful, he does
not go and Mary reluctantly follows him to his awful execution.
In Toibin’s telling Mary lives out
her years in Ephesus (there are ancient traditions to support this) but she holds
to certain heretical thoughts. She thinks there was a better way, that the
terrible execution of her son did not have to happen. Forced to live in hiding in
a nondescript part of Ephesus, Mary is grateful
for occasional unsolicited gifts of food that appear near her doorway. Although she fears arrest, she keeps to her distinct
and heretical opinion: the salvation story could have had a better, different ending.
It didn't have to happen that way. Her
son didn't have to die.
Toibin’s provocative imagination could prod today’s
activists in the faith communities to ask some familiar questions again: Is there
something in the dominant religious narratives of the West that generates passivity even as it invokes
the authoritative? Does the promise of
eternity nullify the thirst for a just society now? Is the conversation about underground
churches intended to provide a refuge from conflict or a launching pad for insurgency against injustice?
Is the Western narrative too easily
vulnerable to a disabling flaw that dilutes the energy needed for engagement with
modern Pharaohs? The sequester has the
perhaps singular virtue of spelling out the terms of our further surrender: austerity
and more austerity. This next step will cause
“Some 600,000 to 775,000 low-income women
and children, including very young children, who are eligible for WIC….to be turned
away by the end of the fiscal year [Center on Budget and Policy Priorities 2/26/13]
Lead “to 2,100 fewer food safety
inspections; 4000 F.A.A. staff furloughed every day; 125,000 families put
at-risk of homelessness; 70,000 children losing head start programs,”[NY Times, February 16,
201].
Will a new occupy Wall Street movement
require that we write a new story about ourselves with a different ending, one that does not conclude in either flight or
tragedy?