Photograph of a young copuple on a bicycle built for two as they ride past a a mattress and camping supplies on the street.

The Problem is one of Denial

When we learn to ignore the suffering of other people
we lose a piece of our humanity.

(c)Rob Goldstein 2018



12 thoughts on “The Problem is one of Denial

  1. Reblogged this on J-Dubs Grin and Bear It and commented:

    Today a gentleman approached my friend and I as we left a Chinese restaurant. He was begging for money but only after he washed my car windows. He had a story as everyone does. He was suffering and I just drove away, losing a piece of my humanity.

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      1. My argument is that we are forced to accept the unacceptable. Schoolchildren do not have to die because a loud minority thinks it has a constitutional right to assault weapons, the mentally ill do have to die on our streets because a well-funded minority thinks mental illness is a moral failure. We can change these injustices by resolving to use our democracy to change a rigged economic system that kills our soul one piece at a time.

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    1. We once touted robotics as the path to freedom from a world that forced people to spend most of their lives bound to tedious jobs. Robotics will generate the wealth we need to create a civilized world where people are free to pursue the arts, science, space exploration, public service, research. Star Trek, one of the most popular of the mythologies to emerge from popular culture of the 20th Century takes place in a world without cash. Te U.S. is not a land of opportunity when we let our worst people steal and hoard essential resources.


    1. Thank you Cindy. It’s odd to live in the San Francisco of 2018. Public poverty hasn’t been this bad since the Reagan Years. The City is the richest it’s ever been. Every Victorian is freshly painted. We sweep the streets twice a day. While they sit on our sidewalks with neatly packed shopping carts, or sleep in one of the dozen tents raised on the grassy median of Dolores Street. I see elderly people, people too sick to be homeless; an elderly man in his hospital gown asleep by his walker. I sometimes can’t go out because it’s too heartbreaking.


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