I’ve been watching the nightmare of thousands of barrels of oil and gas pouring into the ocean and the spectacle of pundits and lawmakers trying to decide whom to blame for the mess. In the midst of that, I happened to pick up a book of poetry by Abraham Joshua Heschel, written before he was 26 years old in 1933. This particular poem, Forgiveness,  struck me as one of the ways that I am different from many other people. I resonated with it strongly and I would guess that others, who think quite differently from me, would think it utterly absurd. Read on and let’s discuss it!

Forgiveness by Abraham Joshua Heschel – from The Ineffable Name of God: Man

When I wash myself with water I shudder, thinking:
“This is the sweat of millions of laborers.”

Street-walkers are my bastard sisters,
and sinister criminals – souls perhaps transmigrated from me.

Concerning those murdered, I think
that I encouraged the assassin.

Perhaps I insulted
the disgraced people in my town.

Something in me confesses
“I’m guilty a thousand times for your distress.”

I want to throw my head at your doorsteps –
prisons, hospitals — and beg forgiveness.

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Am I to blame for the oil spill? Is my overuse of gas one of the reasons there is drilling going on off our coasts? Are my desires for all types of goods, my enjoyment of relatively inexpensive energy, my living in a bigger house than I need that takes more energy to heat… did these in even a tiny way lead to this disaster?

When I see tragedy I do often ask myself what role, if any, my life might have played in it. I do try to look at how I live, the decisions I make, the policies I support – protest – ignore, believing that I do play a part in co-creating the world we live in and how it operates. I believe I consider and act on these thoughts in a healthy way, while some people I’ve known suffer too much because they take on too many of the world’s problems as their own. And, a few, are so obsessed by blaming themselves and everyone around them that they are annoying to be near! And, as any rape or molestation survivor should know, blaming the victim is a horrible crime so let’s never go there.

But then there are the many who would look at a poem like this and dismiss it as complete nonsense. Their use of gas had nothing to do with the oil spill. Stupid people caused the spill, or a natural disaster no one could have prevented must be to blame. Or liberals, who make it too hard for oil companies to make a profit because of all their needless regulations, they’re to blame.

If someone is murdered only the killer is to blame, not the absence of reasonable gun laws, the lack of decent mental health care, enough tax money to pay for better community policing,  or crushing poverty.

Civil wars in Africa, Asia, or Central America have nothing to do with me… Do they?

So, how does this poem make you feel Tikkun Daily reader? The few minutes you just spent reading this blog post could have been spent saving a whale!


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