Friday, September 11, 2026

Thoughts on the Presence of Fear

 Wendell Berry's 2001 reflections on 9/11. Prophetic then, they are uncannily telling now. 


 These 27 brief, connected responses shine in stark contrast to popular reactions then and broken policies now.  One of America's clearest voices of critique and re-centered renewal, Wendell Berry calmly reflects wider awareness and deeper faith in the face of despair and insanity. This piece appeared in Orion magazine not long after the September 11 terrorist attacks.  Rereading it 25 years later, I recognize the prophetic nature of what he wrote. It is uncannily telling now. I wonder, in the words of the folk song, "when will we ever learn?"

I. The time will soon come when we will not be able to remember the horrors of September 11 without remembering also the unquestioning technological and economic optimism that ended on that day.

II. This optimism rested on the proposition that we were living in a “new world order” and a “new economy” that would “grow” on and on, bringing a prosperity of which every new increment would be “unprecedented”.


III.
 The dominant politicians, corporate officers, and investors who believed this proposition did not acknowledge that the prosperity was limited to a tiny percent of the world’s people, and to an ever smaller number of people even in the United States; that it was founded upon the oppressive labor of poor people all over the world; and that its ecological costs increasingly threatened all life, including the lives of the supposedly prosperous.


IV.
 The “developed” nations had given to the “free market” the status of a god, and were sacrificing to it their farmers, farmlands, and communities, their forests, wetlands, and prairies, their ecosystems and watersheds. They had accepted universal pollution and global warming as normal costs of doing business.


V.
 There was, as a consequence, a growing worldwide effort on behalf of economic decentralization, economic justice, and ecological responsibility. We must recognize that the events of September 11 make this effort more necessary than ever. We citizens of the industrial countries must continue the labor of self-criticism and self-correction. We must recognize our mistakes.


VI.
 The paramount doctrine of the economic and technological euphoria of recent decades has been that everything depends on innovation. It was understood as desirable, and even necessary, that we should go on and on from one technological innovation to the next, which would cause the economy to “grow” and make everything better and better. This of course implied at every point a hatred of the past, of all things inherited and free. All things superseded in our progress of innovations, whatever their value might have been, were discounted as of no value at all.


VII.
 We did not anticipate anything like what has now happened. We did not foresee that all our sequence of innovations might be at once overridden by a greater one: the invention of a new kind of war that would turn our previous innovations against us, discovering and exploiting the debits and the dangers that we had ignored. We never considered the possibility that we might be trapped in the webwork of communication and transport that was supposed to make us free.


VIII.
 Nor did we foresee that the weaponry and the war science that we marketed and taught to the world would become available, not just to recognized national governments, which possess so uncannily the power to legitimate large-scale violence, but also to “rogue nations”, dissident or fanatical groups and individuals - whose violence, though never worse than that of nations, is judged by the nations to be illegitimate.


IX.
 We had accepted uncritically the belief that technology is only good; that it cannot serve evil as well as good; that it cannot serve our enemies as well as ourselves; that it cannot be used to destroy what is good, including our homelands and our lives.


X.
 We had accepted too the corollary belief that an economy (either as a money economy or as a life-support system) that is global in extent, technologically complex, and centralized is invulnerable to terrorism, sabotage, or war, and that it is protectable by “national defense”


XI.
 We now have a clear, inescapable choice that we must make. We can continue to promote a global economic system of unlimited “free trade” among corporations, held together by long and highly vulnerable lines of communication and supply, but now recognizing that such a system will have to be protected by a hugely expensive police force that will be worldwide, whether maintained by one nation or several or all, and that such a police force will be effective precisely to the extent that it oversways the freedom and privacy of the citizens of every nation.


XII.
 Or we can promote a decentralized world economy which would have the aim of assuring to every nation and region a local self-sufficiency in life-supporting goods. This would not eliminate international trade, but it would tend toward a trade in surpluses after local needs had been met.


XIII. One of the gravest dangers to us now, second only to further terrorist attacks against our people, is that we will attempt to go on as before with the corporate program of global “free trade”, whatever the cost in freedom and civil rights, without self-questioning or self-criticism or public debate.


XIV. This is why the substitution of rhetoric for thought, always a temptation in a national crisis, must be resisted by officials and citizens alike. It is hard for ordinary citizens to know what is actually happening in Washington in a time of such great trouble; for all we know, serious and difficult thought may be taking place there. But the talk that we are hearing from politicians, bureaucrats, and commentators has so far tended to reduce the complex problems now facing us to issues of unity, security, normality, and retaliation.


XV. National self-righteousness, like personal self-righteousness, is a mistake. It is misleading. It is a sign of weakness. Any war that we may make now against terrorism will come as a new installment in a history of war in which we have fully participated. We are not innocent of making war against civilian populations. The modern doctrine of such warfare was set forth and enacted by General William Tecumseh Sherman, who held that a civilian population could be declared guilty and rightly subjected to military punishment. We have never repudiated that doctrine.


XVI. It is a mistake also - as events since September 11 have shown - to suppose that a government can promote and participate in a global economy and at the same time act exclusively in its own interest by abrogating its international treaties and standing apart from international cooperation on moral issues.


XVII. And surely, in our country, under our Constitution, it is a fundamental error to suppose that any crisis or emergency can justify any form of political oppression. Since September 11, far too many public voices have presumed to “speak for us” in saying that Americans will gladly accept a reduction of freedom in exchange for greater “security”. Some would, maybe. But some others would accept a reduction in security (and in global trade) far more willingly than they would accept any abridgement of our Constitutional rights.


XVIII. In a time such as this, when we have been seriously and most cruelly hurt by those who hate us, and when we must consider ourselves to be gravely threatened by those same people, it is hard to speak of the ways of peace and to remember that Christ enjoined us to love our enemies, but this is no less necessary for being difficult.


XIX. Even now we dare not forget that since the attack of Pearl Harbor - to which the present attack has been often and not usefully compared - we humans have suffered an almost uninterrupted sequence of wars, none of which has brought peace or made us more peaceable.


XX. The aim and result of war necessarily is not peace but victory, and any victory won by violence necessarily justifies the violence that won it and leads to further violence. If we are serious about innovation, must we not conclude that we need something new to replace our perpetual “war to end war?”


XXI. What leads to peace is not violence but peaceableness, which is not passivity, but an alert, informed, practiced, and active state of being. We should recognize that while we have extravagantly subsidized the means of war, we have almost totally neglected the ways of peaceableness. We have, for example, several national military academies, but not one peace academy. We have ignored the teachings and the examples of Christ, Gandhi, Martin Luther King, and other peaceable leaders. And here we have an inescapable duty to notice also that war is profitable, whereas the means of peaceableness, being cheap or free, make no money.


XXII. The key to peaceableness is continuous practice. It is wrong to suppose that we can exploit and impoverish the poorer countries, while arming them and instructing them in the newest means of war, and then reasonably expect them to be peaceable.


XXIII. We must not again allow public emotion or the public media to caricature our enemies. If our enemies are now to be some nations of Islam, then we should undertake to know those enemies. Our schools should begin to teach the histories, cultures, arts, and language of the Islamic nations. And our leaders should have the humility and the wisdom to ask the reasons some of those people have for hating us.


XXIV. Starting with the economies of food and farming, we should promote at home, and encourage abroad, the ideal of local self-sufficiency. We should recognize that this is the surest, the safest, and the cheapest way for the world to live. We should not countenance the loss or destruction of any local capacity to produce necessary goods


XXV. We should reconsider and renew and extend our efforts to protect the natural foundations of the human economy: soil, water, and air. We should protect every intact ecosystem and watershed that we have left, and begin restoration of those that have been damaged.


XXVI. The complexity of our present trouble suggests as never before that we need to change our present concept of education. Education is not properly an industry, and its proper use is not to serve industries, either by job-training or by industry-subsidized research. It’s proper use is to enable citizens to live lives that are economically, politically, socially, and culturally responsible. This cannot be done by gathering or “accessing” what we now call “information” - which is to say facts without context and therefore without priority. A proper education enables young people to put their lives in order, which means knowing what things are more important than other things; it means putting first things first.


XXVII. The first thing we must begin to teach our children (and learn ourselves) is that we cannot spend and consume endlessly. We have got to learn to save and conserve. We do need a “new economy”, but one that is founded on thrift and care, on saving and conserving, not on excess and waste. An economy based on waste is inherently and hopelessly violent, and war is its inevitable by-product. We need a peaceable economy.

Tuesday, September 1, 2026

In Honor of Wendell Berry

A great one died on August 31st. This is my favorite of his many soul-searching poems

A great one died on August 31st. Wendell Berry captured my imagination throughout my adult years with his Sabbaths poems, piercing essays, and earthy stories. He inspired me with his writing, irked me with his anti-urban bias, and drew me forward and deeper in the pursuit of a rooted life.

A few years back, I rode my bicycle from Columbus, Indiana, to Madison, Indiana, to cross the Ohio River and explore Berry’s home place of Port Royal, Kentucky—the center of his universe and the place and people which shaped him. I treasure that journey.

I’m grateful for him and his readiness (with much reluctance) to share his reflections with all.


'Mad Farmer Liberation Front,’ written in 1973, may speak to our current challenges like never before. His was a strongly dissenting yet ever hopeful voice regarding the human condition and our violation of earth’s self-relevant guidelines for life and abundance.


Love the quick profit, the annual raise,
vacation with pay. Want more
of everything ready-made. Be afraid
to know your neighbors and to die.
And you will have a window in your head.
Not even your future will be a mystery
any more. Your mind will be punched in a card
and shut away in a little drawer.
When they want you to buy something
they will call you. When they want you
to die for profit they will let you know.

So, friends, every day do something
that won't compute. Love the Lord.
Love the world. Work for nothing.
Take all that you have and be poor.
Love someone who does not deserve it.
Denounce the government and embrace
the flag. Hope to live in that free
republic for which it stands.
Give your approval to all you cannot
understand. Praise ignorance, for what man
has not encountered he has not destroyed.

Ask the questions that have no answers.
Invest in the millenium. Plant sequoias.
Say that your main crop is the forest
that you did not plant,
that you will not live to harvest.
Say that the leaves are harvested
when they have rotted into the mold.
Call that profit. Prophesy such returns.

Put your faith in the two inches of humus
that will build under the trees
every thousand years.
Listen to carrion - put your ear
close, and hear the faint chattering
of the songs that are to come.
Expect the end of the world. Laugh.
Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful
though you have considered all the facts.
So long as women do not go cheap
for power, please women more than men.
Ask yourself: Will this satisfy
a woman satisfied to bear a child?
Will this disturb the sleep
of a woman near to giving birth?

Go with your love to the fields.
Lie down in the shade. Rest your head
in her lap. Swear allegiance
to what is nighest your thoughts.
As soon as the generals and the politicos
can predict the motions of your mind,
lose it. Leave it as a sign
to mark the false trail, the way
you didn't go. Be like the fox
who makes more tracks than necessary,
some in the wrong direction.
Practice resurrection.

from The Country of Marriage, 1973, Harcourt Brace Jovanovich

Monday, August 10, 2026

I Have Pedaled

The privilege of bicycle adventures across decades fill me with gratitude

Gap of Dunloe, County Kerry, Ireland
I have pedaled a hundred miles along the Ho Chi Minh Trail in Vietnam.

I have bicycled past elite long-distance runners of the Kalenjin tribe training on the roads near Eldoret, Kenya.


I have ridden to far flung 19th-century wooden churches, restored as a collective UNESCO World Heritage Site, on Chiloe island in Chile.


I’ve been chased by a pack of wild dogs (dohls) on a hilltop plateau in central India.


I have ridden solo for days along the Irish coast with mystic Skelig Michael in view.


Hell's Gate National Park, Kenya
I’ve glided along rural Dutch canals and navigated Amsterdam’s busy bikeways.


I’ve pedaled for a week beside the Allegheny and Potomac Rivers to climb the steps of the Lincoln Memorial.


Riding along Highway 1, I’ve taken in the California Pacific coast and stopped a while to watch surfers at Morro Rock.


I’ve climbed West Virginia trails on a mountain bike and rolled along it’s winding, hilly byways on a road bike.


I’ve followed the Mississippi River for a week through Minnesota, Wisconsin and Iowa.

A rural road in India

I rode 100 miles from Chicago to Wisconsin and back one day along Lake Michigan.


These and more fill my mind and warm my heart with gratitude.


And yet, there are many possible bicycle adventures to contemplate.


Glacier, Yosemite, Sequoia, Camino de Santiago, le Alpe d’Huez, the Underground Railroad, Canada to Mexico, Cairo to Capetown, China’s Great Wall, Japan’s hilly byways, Bogota to Caracas, Portland to Baltimore…


Unexplored trailways in Indiana alone could consume the rest of my days.


I dream and I plan and I ride my bicycle wherever the pathways invite me--whether across the city or across the world.

Tuesday, July 28, 2026

Come August

August seems less about doing summer and more about being summer 


Unlike June and July, August is the least intentional of summer months. 

Looking forward to summer, we schedule vacations, sign up for camps and mark outdoor events on our June and July calendars. June and July are planned and structured. We're determined not let summer be wasted. We go and attend and spend and return. We pack up and line up and take in and wade in. Come August, except for the Indiana State Fair, we've fulfilled most everything on our summer checklist.

Maybe we're tired enough from doing summer by the time August rolls around that we're actually ready for being summer. Earnestness eases and we relax. Or, maybe August's heat saps our strength and wilts our will to get up and go. Whatever, it just seems like by early August we're finally in a summer state of mind.

It may last just a few days, this balance between 'been there, done that' and get ready for next and gotta get going. We're between what's over and what's to come. Returns to school and the energy of September will quickly impinge upon whatever is left of summer. But the end of Dog Days offers a short stretch or window of some kind of grace.

The onset of August is less about intending and doing and more about being and observing. We watch surprise lilies sprout. We pull ripening tomatoes and pick green beans. We listen to cicadas clinging to trees. We savor a glass of iced tea. A novel reads itself to us. We sit in the shade and watch sprinklers water what's left of heat-scorched lawns.

We don’t leave summer completely in August, or at least it doesn’t leave us. It is in August, when the unique experiences and moments of summer begin to be numbered, that we realize that we have been blessed by it. This is the month when we savor summer, linger with its graces. Though September is on the horizon, perhaps the best days of summer are still to come.

John Franklin Hay

Tuesday, July 7, 2026

I See America Through the Eyes of Love

Over 30 years ago, Ken Medema created a patriotic song that still sings in me

Here are the lyrics to "I See America Through the Eyes of Love" by Ken Medema, a blind singer/songwriter who grew up at Silver Lake, Michigan. From the time I heard and sang "Moses" in a college choral group to today, I have received inspiration, challenge, comfort, and insight from Medema's songs--frequently created and sung extemporaneously immediately following a speaker's conclusion in a conference or faith and justice gathering.

You can listen to "I See America" at this YouTube link.


Verse 1 


I have seen the white sand beaches

Near the town where I was born

I have seen the springtime forest

Fresh and green


I have walked along the highways

By the fields of standing corn

I have breathed the mountain air

So fresh and clean


And I've been in other places

Where it's hard to breathe the air

And the high rise holocaust

Blocks the morning sun


Where children play in dirty streets

And no one seems to care

America's children

Look what we have done


Refrain


I see America

Through the eyes of love

I long for all her people to be free

And if you see

Put your hand to the job

There is work that must be done

'Til freedom's song is sung from sea to shining sea


Verse 2


I have seen the dauntless pilgrims

Who came from foreign shores

And braved the raging peril of the sea

I have seen them suffer hardship

And risk their lives in war

In order that a people may be free


But I've seen how first Americans were

Driven from their land

And I've seen the slave ships come

From far away

Tyranny is still alive

There is hate on every hand

We must work to end oppression's day


Verse 3


I have seen the untold millions

Whose birthplace freedom made

Who nourished by her dream grew

Strong and tall


I have seen them teach their children

So the dream would never fade

I have seen them stand to answer

Freedom's call


But I've seen how greed and carelessness

Can wipe the dream away

To create a living nightmare in its stead


So rise up children dream again

For it's time for us to say

Though some may scoff

The dreamers are not dead


Thursday, June 11, 2026

Pride: in Honor of My Church Friends

I fly the flag and celebrate/protest with Pride in honor of… 

- Every child and youth in our evangelical church youth group who was alienated by the church and rejected by their loved ones for acknowledging they were gay/lesbian. 

 - Todd, frail and sincere, who played the pipe organ with power. I hope to see you again on the other side someday. 

- Dan, for tolerating my ignorance and self-righteousness. 

- David, who as a buoyant teen styled holy women’s hair at church camp, sang like an angel, and could dance friends into a trance. Thanks for reaching out to me in your last months of life. We’ll catch up, I hope. 

- Chris, who befriended me when I transferred to Plainfield High School as a senior. RIP. 

- Emery, who endured decades of “love the sinner, hate the sin” treatment from churched extended family. You rose above in spite of. 

- The youth and adults in the congregations I led before I fully embraced inclusivity. Even then, I hope I offered a space for searching without undue judgment. I repent and ask your forgiveness; I salute your continuing journeys. 
- Fellow students at Olivet Nazarene University who were forced to stay in the closet by intimidation or be subjected to pressure for “conversion” by homophobic church zealots. Belated kudos to all who came out and were kicked out. 

- All who have had to grapple maddeningly with a judging church and god which/who is defied/eclipsed by the Jesus really presented in the Bible. 

Pride, to me, is in honor of all who have struggled just to BE in the face of religious and cultural ignorance. Pride is a celebration of life and love. Pride is a protest against all who would try to suppress or cancel the rights and hopes of our loved ones and neighbors. 

I am an ally. Count on me.

Friday, May 15, 2026

On it Goes

I wrote this poem at the onset of the Iraq War, but it applies to all the wars and conflicts shallowly planned and stupidly justified ever since.

We are told
Coyly cajoled
To anticipate victory

Flags wave
We behave
As if it was meant to be

With every death
Gasping breath
Resolve is supposed to deepen

Till debt is paid
For every grave
We are chided not to weaken

It seems inane
Surely insane
To follow this logic through

We buy the lie
Exchange right
For a tough man’s stunted view

On battlefields
Clarity yields
To prior and distant choices

Ill-conceived
Blindly-believed
Ignoring wiser voices

Quagmire ensues
Still we choose
To pursue paths of violence

On it goes
Till who knows
So long as most keep silence. 

Thoughts on the Presence of Fear

  Wendell Berry's 2001 reflections on 9/11. Prophetic then, they are uncannily telling now.   These 27 brief, connected responses shine ...