Why, Just Why?

We may ponder explanations for a variety of troubling facts of our lives without ever coming close to answers. Among these, let me suggest the troubling facts uppermost in my mind these days – not necessarily in the order of importance:

Why are terrorists sending children into markets with bombs strapped to their chests, blowing these children apart and killing scores of others in the process?

Why do so many Americans care more about their ownership of guns than public safety? Why are guns for them a religion?

Why does the traveling population appear increasingly rude and thoughtless? I’m thinking about drivers and bicyclists who flaunt traffic laws, jaywalkers who put their lives and those of others at risk by just walking into a busy street (not at a cross walk).

Why do so many Americans say they “disapprove of Obama care” yet, when asked about specific provisions of the Affordable Care Act, like them?

Why do so many of us expect the government to provide better services and more benefits, but then are aggrieved when revenues must be raised through taxation?

Why are so many Americans upset that undocumented people in this country might have a right to earn citizenship, when all of us – other than Native Americans – came here as immigrants or are descended from those that were?

Why has Gil Hodges not been elected to the Baseball Hall of Fame? Among his many accomplishments were to hit 370 career home runs, which at the time was the career mark for a right-handed batter (as compared to only 211 home runs for the average player in the Hall of Fame), to have 1,274 lifetime RBIs (as compared to only 1,218 for the average position player in the Hall of Fame), to lead the Miracle Mets to become the 1969 World Champions, to play in seven World Series, to hit at least 30 home runs a season from 1950 to 1954, and to have over 100 RBIs from 1949 to 1955. His lifetime slugging percentage was .487, compared to .461 for the average player in the Hall of Fame. His lifetime OPS (on-base percentage plus slugging percentage) was .846 (compared to only .837 for position players in the Hall of Fame). And let’s not forget that Gil was a great fielding first baseman, with a lifetime fielding percentage of .992, and a model citizen to boot. Until Gil gets his rightful place there, that building in Cooperstown, NY, is to me the Hall of Shame.

Someone smarter than me needs to explain these things, but I doubt that any explanations will make sense.



About brucejberger

Bruce J. Berger has published his short fiction in a variety of print and on-line literary journals, including Prole, Jersey Devil Press Anthology, The Awakenings Review, Raphael's Village, Eastown Fiction, Black Magnolias Literary Journal, and others. He also publishes shorts stories for Amazon's Kindle. He is pursuing his MFA in Creative Writing at American University beginning in August 2015.
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3 Responses to Why, Just Why?

  1. Beila Organic says:

    Is it a thing universal or national

    That our actions are often irrational?

    That a modest display of sanity

    So often eludes humanity?

    These thoughts give me indigestion—

    Yet it helps to utter the questions!!

    Beila Organic

  2. brucejberger says:

    Let me add that Gil won a Gold Glove for first base the first three times the award was given and the first time he was not only the best fielding first baseman in the National League, he was the best fielding first baseman in all of baseball.

  3. brucejberger says:

    Also, as my good friend Carolivia Herron has privately pointed out to me, the descendants of stolen Africans who ended up here should not be regarded as descended from immigrants.

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