Thoughts on Wal-Mart — sort of

I posted the following status update to Twitter and Facebook yesterday, which triggered an unexpected bit of commentary:

“Hank is thinking he should write a poem about WalMart.”

Here are the responses:

  • Wouldn’t a dirty limerick be more fitting?
    “Walmart sucks” should be in there somewhere.
  • Ah, I don’t know about that…I’m a single parent and appreciate the low prices there, as well as Target. There’s a place for everything in the world. Though I also use Amazon and Overstock.
  • I come from the land of wall mart. The middle class, wanting to free us “prols” got rid of all our factory jobs, and, now because they don’t want us to be “exploited,” they’ll get rid of the crummy service jobs we have left. Before anyone mocks wall mart, they should talk to the workers. The owners aren’t effected by your well meaning but misdirected hatred. The working people are– those who can’t afford Wegmans or yoga lessons. I am as scared of liberal and leftist scoffing as I am of conservative moralism and pro-big business. Both come from all too comfortable places (the suburbs or urban yuppieville) Wall marts is easy to mock. What’s not easy is offering viable alternatives to shit jobs like that.
  • I don’t like Walmart because of the way they treat their employees. They actually encourage their employees to go on Welfare so they don’t have to pay them more money. Sounds illegal to me. Yes, you get great savings, but at what cost?
  • There are a few in my family that work for Wal Mart both full and part time. Wal Mart pays much more then any Mall store or any grocery store. They give benefits health insurance, vacation and personal days plus a discount card for their families. Plenty of morale booster meetings and gatherings. I have never seen a Borders or Hot Topic offer that. There is nothing wrong with a company making money, nothing.
  • Why would you want to spend any energy on Walmart?
  • Kudos, Becky! I knew I liked you in high school. Say hello to your brother, Bill, for me. Absolutely nothing wrong with a company being competitive and offering a place for everyone. I’m actually rooting for a Super Wal-Mart to come into the area I live…the Pineys. It would be great to have more options to shop versus BJs. And anytime I walk into Wal-Mart, I’m welcomed. I like that, given I choose to spend my money wisely.
  • http://www.walmartmovie.com/
  • Wall marts is an easy tarket. Much harder is for leftists and radicals to admit they abandoned the working class issues in the late sixties and turned toward “life style” leftism. Wall Marts exists because both the left and right have surrendered to the corporate nexus (it’s no longer cash nexus) and to a “globalization” that only favors the elite of other countries and of our own and enslaves working people. As a person who worked in a shit hole of a factory for twenty years I am qualified to speak from experience, not knee jerk liberalism or conservatism. For working people, a job is a job. Wall Marts is a travesty, but so is a country that looks down on manual labor and skilled jobs where people actually make things and that hog ties small business with taxes and regulations only the big guys with big lawyers can survive. We need to get rid of the new eminent domain laws, and we need to organize- for small, responsible businesses that can offer competitive prices.
  • There is a pretty good poem by a West Virginia writer named Mark DeFoe: http://writersalmanac.publicradio.org/index.php?date=2008/12/22
  • A couple of points:In much of the country, WalMart is the only game in town for both merchandise (affordable or not) and employment. I look at the city of New Brunswick and note that all of the department stores have closed in town and been replaced by restaurants–many of them I can’t come close to affording. Although I make something less than the average NJ resident, I know I make more than many, if not most, of the residents of New Brunswick. So they schlep out to the WalMart on Rt. 1 in North Brunswick. If you get past the $70 hunks of cheese and hit the core of Wegman’s, it’s actually shocking less expensive than going to ShopRite, Stop & Shop or PathMark. Milk, canned veggies, yogurt, etc. are all appreciably less expensive at Wegman’s. (At least in NJ)
  • True, but up here, the professors shop at Wegmans and the townies shop at Wall mart, and I think it’s asinine. It’s all classicism. Unless people can provide viable job opportunities for the poor, near poor, and working class, they ought to stop dismantling the little economy they have left. Truth: groceries, rent and just about everything else is proportionately higher in poor neighborhoods than in middle class suburbs. Just go to a bodega. These little mom and pop stores can’t compete, and we make laws that assure they never will.
  • (Me:) There is truth in everything that has been said. WalMart acts as a corporate bully, aggressively fighting union organizing and using its size to set wholesale prices, often driving small wholesalers out of business. They have been hell on the mom and pops, who have suffered less because of regulatory imposition than because of the cut-throat way in which we have structured our economic system — though both have created terrible hardships on the smallest of businesses. That said, WalMart offers generally decent goods at reasonable prices and has allowed people who are nowhere near being rich a level of comfort that they otherwise would be denied. The reality is that we have an economic system that rewards the wrong behaviors. The casino metaphor has become so overused that is is cliche, and yet it remains apt. We bail out banks that took advantage of poor homebuyers, offering them loans they couldn’t afford and telling them they could, while playing three-card monte with the economy.
  • True Hank. When I was a kid working stiffs like my dad could afford to go the butcher– actual butchers. The rag man came down our street and bought and sold towels and rags. My mom was home making sure there was a family dineer every night, and we talked for hours. We’ve destroyed our country. The kids have no sense of communion even with their own families, and our stores are souless. My dad, a factory worker, could afford a four bedroom house. Those days are over.
  • (Me:) Yep. I come from the suburbs, but I’ve seen how these changes have killed communities, simply wrecked cities like Trenton and New Brunswick, with the problems spilling out to the places people would escape to in the past. We can’t keep exporting jobs and assume all will be well.

Wow. And all I was suggesting was to write a poem.

Doggie diary: The story of Rosie and Sophie 12 days in

I’m thinking the puppies have adjusted. Rosie and Sophie have been with us 12 days now and have turned into little balls of energy. Rosie still has a bit of a cough, but they spend much of the time that they’re outside their pen in some form of wrestling frenzy. It is fun to watch — for us, not sure about you, dear readers — though we sometimes have to break them up.

Rosie is the quicker of the two, so she gets the better of Sophie indoors — mostly because she can use the furniture to keep Sophie off step. Sophie, however, is stronger and tends to win outside when they tumble around in the snow.

And they certainly are getting more comfortable by the minute, taking over the house (but not exceeding their bounds — at least not yet).

What is striking to me is that after just a dozen days — and way too many people in and out of the house — these little mutts are incredibly attached to us. They follow us around, climb into our laps if we sit on the floor and look for us when we get up in the morning and sneak into the living room.

Annie asked me tonight — jokingly, of course — if I was having second thoughts. The dogs were in active mode and I was trying to write a column. My answer was simple: No. No second thoughts. None at all.

A new day dawns

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Barack Obama is now president of the United States.

And with his swearing in just a little while ago, we have a clean break with the failures not only of the last eight years but of the last 40 — at least rhetorically.

The new president, in offering the traditional inaugural address, made it plain that the nation faces serious challenges —

Forty-four Americans have now taken the presidential oath. The words have been spoken during rising tides of prosperity and the still waters of peace. Yet, every so often the oath is taken amidst gathering clouds and raging storms. At these moments, America has carried on not simply because of the skill or vision of those in high office, but because We the People have remained faithful to the ideals of our forbearers, and true to our founding documents.

So it has been. So it must be with this generation of Americans.

That we are in the midst of crisis is now well understood. Our nation is at war, against a far-reaching network of violence and hatred. Our economy is badly weakened, a consequence of greed and irresponsibility on the part of some, but also our collective failure to make hard choices and prepare the nation for a new age. Homes have been lost; jobs shed; businesses shuttered. Our health care is too costly; our schools fail too many; and each day brings further evidence that the ways we use energy strengthen our adversaries and threaten our planet.

But also that we are not defined by these circumstances, that these “indicators of crisis” and the “sapping of confidence across our land,” the “nagging fear that America’s decline is inevitable, and that the next generation must lower its sights,” can and will be met by a renewed sense of purpose.

Obama, in his nearly 20-minute address, proclaimed “an end to the petty grievances and false promises, the recriminations and worn out dogmas, that for far too long have strangled our politics” and called on the nation and its politicians to “set aside childish things.”

The time has come to reaffirm our enduring spirit; to choose our better history; to carry forward that precious gift, that noble idea, passed on from generation to generation: the God-given promise that all are equal, all are free, and all deserve a chance to pursue their full measure of happiness.

In reaffirming the greatness of our nation, we understand that greatness is never a given. It must be earned. Our journey has never been one of short-cuts or settling for less. It has not been the path for the faint-hearted – for those who prefer leisure over work, or seek only the pleasures of riches and fame. Rather, it has been the risk-takers, the doers, the makers of things — some celebrated but more often men and women obscure in their labor, who have carried us up the long, rugged path towards prosperity and freedom.

The United States he described is a resilient one that has allowed itself to become complacent, one that has been all too willing to proclaim its own greatness as its leaders protect their own “narrow interests.” It is a time that has “surely passed.”

Starting today, we must pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, and begin again the work of remaking America.

For everywhere we look, there is work to be done. The state of the economy calls for action, bold and swift, and we will act – not only to create new jobs, but to lay a new foundation for growth. We will build the roads and bridges, the electric grids and digital lines that feed our commerce and bind us together. We will restore science to its rightful place, and wield technology’s wonders to raise health care’s quality and lower its cost. We will harness the sun and the winds and the soil to fuel our cars and run our factories. And we will transform our schools and colleges and universities to
meet the demands of a new age. All this we can do. And all this we will do.

I would add: “We have no choice.”

We’ve spent too many years tied to the false promise of conservatism, to the ideology that paints government as the problem, to politicians who have tossed average Americans into the river of uncertainty while they work diligently on behalf of the campaign contributors and business interests that have sold the nation that same river.

The failure of the financial system, the erosion of our manufacturing base and our transformation into a service culture, the never-ending movement of jobs overseas, the widening gulf between the rich and the middle class and poor, the slow death of our cities and — despite the historic ascension for the first time of an African-American to the presidency — the seemingly intractable and worsening resegregation of American society stand as a testament to the failure of the the conservative creed and a fractured party system that does little more than engender conflict.

Obama said called it “the stale political arguments that have consumed us for so long,” adding that they “no longer apply.”

The question we ask today is not whether our government is too big or too small, but whether it works – whether it helps families find jobs at a decent wage, care they can afford, a retirement that is dignified. Where the answer is yes, we intend to move forward. Where the answer is no, programs will end. And those of us who manage the public’s dollars will be held to account – to spend wisely, reform bad habits, and do our business in the light of day – because only then can we restore the vital trust between a people and their government.

Nor is the question before us whether the market is a force for good or ill. Its power to generate wealth and expand freedom is unmatched, but this crisis has reminded us that without a watchful eye, the market can spin out of control – and that a nation cannot prosper long when it favors only the prosperous. The success of our economy has always depended not just on the size of our Gross Domestic Product, but on the reach of our prosperity; on our ability to extend opportunity to every willing heart – not out of charity, but because it is the surest route to our common good.

You can read this as a rebuke of the Bush administration — as it surely is. But it also is a rebuke of the Clinton years and every presidency going back to Nixon. The last time we had a president who truly focused on improving the lives of everyone was Lyndon Johnson (civil rights legislation, the Great Society war on poverty), who managed to squander his political capital on the war in Vietnam and doom a surprisingly progressive agenda.

Obama also signaled a break on foreign policy, though not as much of a break as is needed. He talked of American ideals and the charter (i.c., the Constitution and Bill of Rights) that “assure(s) the rule of law and the rights of man” and that cannot be relinquished “for expedience’s sake.”

He also spoke of alliances, telling the rest of the world that “America is a friend of each nation and every man, woman, and child who seeks a future of peace and dignity, and that we are ready to lead once more.”

Again, it was a stirring rebuke and rebirth — but still tinged with a dangerous edge of American exceptionalism, that elevates the United States above other nations. To be sure, he calls on us to temper ouir power with our humility:

Recall that earlier generations faced down fascism and communism not just with missiles and tanks, but with sturdy alliances and enduring convictions. They understood that our power alone cannot protect us, nor does it entitle us to do as we please. Instead, they knew that our power grows through its prudent use; our security emanates from the justness of our cause, the force of our example, the tempering qualities of humility and restraint.

In the end, what was most stirring about the speech was Obama’s recognition that “our patchwork heritage is a strength (and) not a weakness.”

We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus – and non-believers. We are shaped by every language and culture, drawn from every end of this Earth; and because we have tasted the bitter swill of civil war and segregation, and emerged from that dark chapter stronger and more united, we cannot help but believe that the old hatreds shall someday pass; that the lines of tribe shall soon dissolve; that as the world grows smaller, our common humanity shall reveal itself; and that America must play its role in ushering in a new era of peace.

To the Muslim world, we seek a new way forward, based on mutual interest and mutual respect. To those leaders around the globe who seek to sow conflict, or blame their society’s ills on the West – know that your people will judge you on what you can build, not what you destroy. To those who cling to power through corruption and deceit and the silencing of dissent, know that you are on the wrong side of history; but that we will extend a hand if you are willing to unclench your fist.

To the people of poor nations, we pledge to work alongside you to make your farms flourish and let clean waters flow; to nourish starved bodies and feed hungry minds. And to those nations like ours that enjoy relative plenty, we say we can no longer afford indifference to suffering outside our borders; nor can we consume the world’s resources without regard to effect. For the world has changed, and we must change with it.

To that I can only add, amen.

Poetry loses a voice

I didn’t get a chance to post about this yesterday, but the news from the Geraldine R. Dodge Foundation is rather sad: Financial losses have caused it to cancel its 2010 poetry festival and look for a new way to offer public poetry.

Many others in the poetry world lamented the decision.

“It has left me grief stricken. I felt like someone had punched me in the gut,” said Maria Mazziotti Gillan, executive director of the Poetry Center at Passaic County Community College in Paterson. “It was a beacon every two years, a celebration of language and the connection that language and poetry can make between people. It was just a high.

“I wish there was some way to get it back,” she said.

I know that most in the poetry community agree.