I sometimes feels I need to pause before launching back into my usual reflections.Commercialism tells me the holiday season is here (I noticed while watching Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade that the real highlight is Santa and the official start of Christmas).Please don’t misunderstand—I love the holiday season and look forward to it every year.It’s not that I want to get things or spend lots of money.For me the holidays are about rest and respite from the constant stream of work that never really gets done.I need to retreat once in a while.Ensconce myself in a quiet room and not have to worry about the next crisis facing me as an editor or the publishing industry as a whole.I do love the holidays, but I often wonder about how we’ve let their symbols become the main point.
Now that we live near “the Christmas City,” we attend the Christkindlmarkt in Bethlehem while family is home.One of the more stark symbols of this festival is the juxtaposition of a Christmas tree against the now silent and rusting steel stacks of what used to be Bethlehem Steel.The evergreen, of course, was a Teutonic symbol of life continuing in the midst of the shutdown of the growth season.Nature hasn’t really died, although it may appear to have done so, but we feel that difficult times with short days and cold temperatures will now dominate our existence.Our industrial efforts participate in this slowdown too.What once identified one of Pennsylvania’s two steel cities has ceased an Bethlehem has had to adapt.We see the change and wonder.I grew up just north of Pittsburgh when it was a very large industrial city.When I was in high school it was the 16th most populous city in the country.Currently it’s 66th, with Charlotte, North Carolina holding its former place.We adjust to changing seasons.
Christkindlmarkt is a lively place with four large tents dedicated to symbols of the season.Christmas merchandise is a large part of it, of course.Small business vendors, however, take advantage of the fact that crowds throng in.Food, naturally, comes to hold a place of some significance as your blood sugar drops after spending a few hours on your feet.Music is in the air and people don’t seem to mind the masses of others who all had the same idea.I never purchase much at the event, but I enjoy being among those inspired by it.Some of us are the rusty towers in the background, and others are the lively, decorated tree that stands before them.The season has begun, and the symbols are open for interpretation.
It was just after dark and the red and blue lights were shredding the night in Wallkill, New York. We’d driven past this mall just over an hour ago to take our daughter home after a too brief Thanksgiving break. Now there were police cars lined up along the length of the Orange Country Galleria Mall, and my wife said, “I hope it’s not a shooting.” Life in America’s that way. About two hours later we were home and yes, it had been a shooting incident. For reasons nobody knows, a man discharged a handgun into the floor at the crowded shopping center, injuring two. Police had not located the shooter, and no motive was known. The mall was evacuated and holiday shoppers feared for their lives.
Just a few months ago I was in Penn Station, New York when a similar panic ensued. Rail police had used a taser gun on a passenger who’d gotten out of hand. As we were entering the station to catch our train, scores of people were running out in a panic. It had sounded like a gunshot. Clothes and personal effects littered the floor of the station once we got inside. This is the world in which we live. A world enamored of weapons. A world where we hate and distrust the stranger. A world where our government receives support from gun lobbies and refuses to put controls on the sale and ownership of firearms. A world where a peaceful Sunday night on the busiest shopping weekend of the year ends in panic and tears.
Wallkill, New York, is not exactly a metropolitan area. Upstate, as we’ve been learning for the last several years, is pretty big. Small population centers dot an impressive landscape of Catskills, Finger Lakes, and beautifully wooded hills. The people are generally friendly, less brusk than they tend to be in New York City. It seems that where two or three are gathered together there’s a handgun in their midst, however. Trusting ourselves to be good people, we want to arm ourselves to shoot the “bad guy.” Meanwhile Congress still tries to pass legislation to reduce health care since, I guess, too many people are getting shot. It can be a real drain on the economy if the wealthy have to chip in. It’s upstate New York. We have about two hours to go before we can rest at home. Galleria Mall is in lockdown. The rest of the nation is too.