Look at this man’s hands. Of course, 1940 was a time of manual labor; your skill set had to include your strength and your health. But now that technology
Homesteader feeding his daughter at a New Mexico barbecue feed, 1940.
Photograph by James Russell
has supplanted labor with its machines and systems those hands have been changed as well. They’re now uplifted and open–pleading to the owners of the machines and systems for work. Hands love to work. Hands love to feed their children. But the jobs the hands did are not coming back, and the owners know it and we know it. And, what’s worse, there is a political system being upgraded whereby we will be told to find work or starve. It’s called fascism, and it’s owners are having a tea party. This homesteader? It’s likely he went to war to fight fascism. Yes, he is very grateful isn’t he? And you can bet he proved it!
Should anyone out there perchance read this–note in a bottle, to me as it were–I pray one’s time ought be better spent listening to such extravagance, as from within myself, from what remains of this, an rather “ancient mariner of life!” Be this as it may–should I be so indulged–I should then begin our journey grateful for any companionship gained, prithee not to become too great the distraction upon thy own life’s feast, yet with the intent to wed one to my story using such aplomb–nay, guile–as is necessary to properly engage what modest conversation may be divorced at any convenience; I humbly beg forgiveness for any failings toward my endeavor, and I thank all most gratefully for any generous indulgence for this most inconvenient creature as myself. Now, as my intent has ernestly been established, therefore, let us proceed from our sacred beginnings unto yon galleon…!
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