When reading C. S. Lewis’ Surprised by Joy, a number of things stood out in high relief.One of them was his statement that the early years of autobiographies are often the most interesting.Now, many people may have difficulty drawing a straight line between Lewis and William Peter Blatty, but the overlaps are there.I’ll Tell Them I Remember You is a young man’s autobiography, so mostly it deals with early years.Even more than that, it deals with Blatty’s mother.Those of us who write often find a kind of inspiration in the life stories of other writers.To hear Blatty tell it, or rather, to read him tell it, it was his mother who made him the man he became.It’s a nice tribute.
Blatty is probably best remembered as the author of The Exorcist, but his background as a comic screenwriter comes through in his account.(He also wrote, for example, the Pink Panther screenplay A Shot in the Dark.)But more to the point currently, with a spoiled child wanting to try to force a wall that America doesn’t want on it, Blatty’s parents were immigrants.From Lebanon.It may be that since I’m writing a book about demons in movies that The Exorcist seems like an important national achievement to me, but it also seems an apt parable for the situation in which we find ourselves.It worth thinking about—the invasion of evil and how to expel it.Metaphorical writing is often the best.
Perhaps writers are naturally obstreperous people.If my novels ever get published you’ll see that characters don’t do what you want them to.And yet we like what happens when they don’t.I would have found a bit more information about Blatty’s life an asset.His mother certainly makes an impression, even if its third-hand.Writers, if my own experience is anything to go by, often feel they are conduits.Receivers.It’s like listening to the radio when driving a car through the mountains.Suddenly a station comes in clear, but just for a moment.Ideas for stories are like that—they often arrive when you can’t do anything about them.Writers carry notebooks for a reason.I used to have a waterproof one in our shower.You never know when the signal’s going to come in loud and clear.And you never know when the people you’re trying to block out might be adding more value than you’d ever imagined.You might be surprised.
When this is all over we’re going to need a whole lot of new definitions.As news became public of the US government literally ripping crying children from their mothers’ arms and keeping them in cages, with the full blessing of the Republican Party, blame began to fly.The liar-in-chief said it was the Democrats’ fault (of course), although they were the ones advocating for immigrants.So he signed an executive order to stop what he started and proclaim himself a hero for doing so.The images were so outrageous that even Evangelicals seem to have been shaken from their lotus-induced adoration of Trump to limply and lately raise a hand in protest.Almost forgotten is the fact that in November of 2016, and even before, many were saying this was an Orwellian candidate.We were warned that this would happen.We walked into this with our eyes wide open.
Fox News, however, prefers to broadcast with its eyes shut.A charming young man named Adolf can look appealing if you pardon the saliva dripping from his lips and the hatred in his eyes.All you have to do is say “America” loud enough and long enough and the mindless will agree to just about anything.This nation was founded on the abuse of children, after all.That’s how you show you’re a big, strong, man, right?That and carry your gun out in public where everyone can see it.I can’t help but think overweening masculinity is the heart of the problem.
Another part is unclear definitions.“Pertaining to or in keeping with the gospel and its teachings” is how Dictionary.com defines “evangelical.”Problem is, there’s no part of the gospel that justifies the Grand Old Party.I seem to recall Jesus saying something about “Let the children come to me, forbid them not.”Or something like that.And, oh yeah, “for such are the kingdom of Heaven.”The Republican Heaven is starting to look a lot more like Purgatory to me.The only difference is that Purgatory is intended to prepare the soul for Heaven.Besides, what has any of that to do with Evangelicals—whoever they are?They’re certainly not Catholic.Unless Catholics support Trump and then they can be Evangelicals too.Anyone’s allowed to join as long as their skin isn’t too dark.This is a world where a police officer can become a prophet and a heart a spade.As long as we can keep the brand everything will be just fine.
When I first heard of “unaccompanied alien children,” I hope I might be forgiven for thinking about ET. Or EBEs as they’re sometimes called, “Extraterrestrial Biological Entities.” Instead UACs are serious enough to be assigned their own acronym, and serious politicians are making themselves frantic over the proper response. Should we allow children refugees from Latin America into the “land of opportunity?” This is a matter that calls for immediate debate! But should it? I am an American, but I am also a human being. And a parent. To me few things are more depressing than politics getting in the way of care for children. We fear their Spanish-speaking ways and incipient indigence. At the same time we as taxpayers fund Fundamentalist Mormons in their polygamy, reproducing beyond their ability to pay for themselves. The IRS turns a blind eye to those who claim food stamps and eschew birth control. There are children with nothing in this world standing at the door, and we debate whether to let them in.
I saw a recent opinion survey of major Christian bodies in the United States and their opinions on whether the children should be allowed to enter. White evangelicals came in dead last for the compassionate response of sanctuary. Meanwhile, reading the humanist literature, there is a strong sense that the ethics of this situation demand a, well, humanistic response. These are children, not political chattels. We will not purposefully endanger our own children. In fact, it is a criminal offense to do so. When it comes to somebody else’s children, we fuss and fume and I don’t hear many Fundamentalists saying “What would Jesus do?” in this case. Probably because the answer is clear: let the children come unto me.
Some decisions should be easy to make. Children are not political liabilities. They are often victims of adult complications of a world where a hug would solve many more problem than a gun or a bomb. I’m not sure when compassion became so calculating. I’m old enough to know that there are no easy answers, but I do believe some difficult decisions can be made much easier. Excepting Native Americans, all of our ancestors once entered this continent, largely without permission, as outsiders. Granted, they felt compelled to come—some voluntarily, some not. When their hosts suggested the party was over, they refused to leave. Now their descendants can’t decide whether children are a threat or not. We insist on their right to be born, but we don’t necessarily want to give them a home. When ET went home we all cried. Our tears for our own kind, apparently, are a scarce resource on this planet.
Are we all really just another brick in the wall? (Photo credit: Noir, WikiCommons)
Monsters. What’s not to like? With a title so innocuous and limited US marketing, this 2010 British indie film only just came to my attention. I hadn’t even heard anything about it as I sat down to view it. The premise of invading aliens is as old as H. G. Wells, if not earlier, but this is a film without over-the-top CGI and a very human story. Showing far more tension than bloodshed, Andrew and Samantha, their Anglo names very prominent, are caught in alien-infested northern Mexico. Somewhat predictably, Samantha has a rich daddy who happens to be Andrew’s boss, but the couple has to find their way back to the United States as giant insectoid-octopi rampage through the night, destroying just about anything they can get their tentacles on. So far it sounds like standard Saturday-afternoon fare. As Andrew and Samantha reached the Rio Grande, however, overlooking the huge wall the US government built to keep out the aliens, I realized what the film is really about.
During the Bush years, shortly after the Berlin Wall had come down, a new wall was snaking its way along the Mexican border. America had become weary of “Give me your tired, your poor.” This was the land of opportunity, instead, for the chosen few. Never mind that we know that many of the jobs most of us don’t want are gratefully accepted by those who may not be technically legal in this country. Never mind that we deny social justice, in many ways, to those who make our lifestyle possible. Andrew and Samantha face the massive wall that says, “keep out.”
Of course, they make it back to Texas. They discover, however, that the aliens have breeched the walls as well. And they really pose no threat beyond wanting to draw strength from the abundant light-sources of a power-hungry world. The film’s ending is a bit ambiguous, but then again, the plight of the alien generally is. I watched the film with no expectation beyond a bit of sci-fi action to help give me the energy to make it through another week of work. Instead I saw a brash American coming to a deeper sense of humanity while standing in a church where hundreds were mourning their dead. The death of one small girl was as much a tragedy of as the breeching of the borders. Until humanity prevails over artificial borders, there will indeed be monsters. Were that they were only giant insectoid-octopi.