The Right Family Plan

Editor’s Note: This essay was written earlier in my academic life and is presented here without substantive revision.

When, in the course of human events, a crisis develops which threatens the very well-being of a group of people and even an entire nation, it falls upon them to take action with the intent of preserving their way of life. When the British were unjustly taxing our population we revolted, when we saw the inherent immorality of human slavery, we put a stop to it, and when Hitler was committing genocide via the holocaust, we righteously rose up and smote him. Why, then, do we sit and let this newer calamity go unchecked? I am talking, of course, about the breakdown of family, and more importantly, family values in our nation. Erera (2002) quotes Coontz and Jagger & Wright as saying: Family breakdown – namely the high divorce rates, the decline of the two-parent married family, and the increase in family diversity — has been blamed for everything from child poverty, declining educational standards, substance abuse, high homicide rates, AIDS (acquired immune deficiency syndrome), infertility, and teen pregnancy.

America is quickly becoming a nation of single mothers, burdens of society themselves, who let their children run wild and become thugs, thieves and drug dealers. Even our nuclear families are letting their children fall by the wayside, becoming alcoholics and addicts. Add to this the growing number of homosexuals and non-Christians who have children, spreading their unwholesome lifestyles and liberalism like the plague, and anyone should be able to see that we, as a nation, must do something. I propose that we institute a new government office, called the Ministry of Family (Minifam for short), which would have several responsibilities in its oversight of the American family. 

The first and main responsibility of the Ministry Family would be the regulation of pregnancy. In order for a legal pregnancy to occur, the prospective parents would have to go to a Minifam office to acquire a pregnancy permit, which would be good for up to three months and the entirety of pregnancy, should pregnancy occur. There would be specific criteria to be considered before anyone could be approved for such a permit, which would include, but not be limited to: Marriage, proper sexual orientation, biological qualifications, economic status, intent to raise the child in a positive environment, intent to raise the child with a good and morally oriented mindset, positive religious adherence, and positive views on society, politics, and the government. This list could be changed, so that a pregnancy permit is easier to obtain, as it is not necessarily the pregnancy which will determine a child’s future. Also, consideration should be made for permanent pregnancy licenses, in case there is a sharp decline in the population.  Upon approval for her permit and during the entirety of her pregnancy, the mother would be interred at a special pregnancy hospital, which would be regulated by Minifam, in order to ensure the well-being of the fetus. At this hospital the mother would be under constant surveillance, her meals and activities would be regulated, and she would be taught the proper way to be a mother and to raise children. She will also be studied for any abnormalities, unwholesome thoughts or ideas which could be detrimental to the  mental or moral health of the child. 

When she is released from this hospital, if she is still deemed fit to be a mother, she will be directed back to her local Minifam office to request that her pregnancy permit be upgraded to a family license. All the above criteria for a pregnancy permit would apply to the family license, however, strict adherence to said criteria is a must, and I do not believe that anything should be removed from the list, as it is intended to weed out those prospective parents who do not have the proper qualifications for raising children who are morally conscious. 

Of all of these qualifications for a family license, marriage is the most important. As Wilson (2002) states, “Marriage is a socially arranged solution for the problem of getting people to stay together and care for children that the mere desire for children, and the sex that makes children possible, does not solve” (pp 376). No unmarried persons shall be granted a family license, although it may be made possible for an unmarried woman to receive a pregnancy permit or license. Marriage is vital to the raising of a family, since no mother shall be permitted to work as long as she is caring for any children who are not of working age. Because mothers will not be working while they are raising their children, all prospective fathers will have to prove to Minifam that they have a steady income of an amount which is deemed sufficient to support a family. Of course, since there will undoubtedly be some cases of illegal pregnancy (which can be terminated if it is deemed that the child has no hope of a decent future due to biological problems) and birth-mothers who are denied their family license upgrade, Minifam will run programs which encourage couples wherein the wife is either unfit for a pregnancy license (due to biological problems) or unable to become pregnant to acquire a non-biological family license. Illegal pregnancy, of course, will be punishable by law, and incur a penalty of no less than two years in prison. Permanent pregnancy licenses should be made available, if only in times of need, for the purposes of reproducing children for people who can maintain a family license but cannot become pregnant for whatever reason. 

Now we must come to the issue of how Minifam will enforce family values. It will be required that a Minifam representative visit the home of each family at least one time every three months. This visitation would preferably be random, and include interviews with not only the parents and children, but also of neighbors and possibly even schoolteachers. Any negative findings should be filed under the family’s name at the Ministry of Family, and could have an impact on their license renewal application. If severe problems are encountered within a family the Minifam representative will be authorized to remove children from the parent’s care and revoke their license by any means necessary. 

In order to promote family values, and also to make sure that each family is made aware of how to properly conduct their family business, a special television set will be required to be owned by each family. This television will only be able to pick up signals broadcast by Minifam with the intent of helping the family learn more about how to be an upright and good family. It is possible, even, to install cameras in these TV sets so that Minifam can more easily monitor their activities. 

Some people may argue that families shouldn’t be governed or monitored like this, but to them I say that if they are good and moral people capable of raising decent children then they have nothing to hide and shouldn’t be worried about it. The ones who will make the loudest outcry about this bold new policy are the ones trying to subjugate our family values as Americans in the first place. For the security and happiness of our nation we must do something about our family life. We can’t have immoral parents raising immoral children to be rapists, murderers and thieves. American family is in a downward spiral; if we act now, we can save our families. 

References

Erera, P. (2002). What is a family? In M. L. Kennedy, W. J. Kennedy, & H. M. Smith, 

Writing in the disciplines: A reader for writers (5th ED.). (pp. 350-366). Upper 

Saddle River, NJ: Pearson Prentice Hall 

Wilson, J. (2002). Cohabitation instead of marriage. In M. L. Kennedy, W. J. Kennedy, & H. M. Smith, Writing in the disciplines: A reader for writers (5th ED.). (pp373- 

376). Upper Saddle River, NJ: Pearson Prentice Hall 

2024

The most important election of our lifetimes:
Trump v. Biden Harris.
I remember the excitement
when she took the corpse-president’s place.
But then we were told
nothing would fundamentally change.

Fewer still hoped the killing would stop—
but Amerika did 
what Amerika does best:
Genocide. Proletaricide. Anthropocide. 

She needed our votes for the crime of crimes—
to damn our souls to everlasting hell
and save the nation’s empty myth
from a faltering husk of a man.
“The fate of the Palestinians is unfortunate,
but we must think first of our families.”


I voted for her. 
Claudia de la Cruz.
The working people of Palestine are my family.

We Are Kept Awake at Night by the Cries of Starving Children

It’s August now, and the stores are gearing up to save the economy
The holidays are coming close and spending has been low
To cure what ails we need to spend, the price of liberty
We are the best, we need the best, as everybody knows

Ghosts and goblins frighten children until they laugh with glee
Throughout the neighborhood they scatter, to every door they go
And bring home treats they went to earn with costumed trickery
But Hind Rajab, phone in hand, cries the tanks are coming close

Thanksgiving next as leaves turn brown and red and orange and fall
The turkey fat and steaming, plucked and stuffed so we can savor
And everyone gives thanks to God, that we could gather one and all
But Nabhan’s bodies in the orchard marred our grace, ungrateful to the Savior

Then Christmas time, with all the snow, and elves and gifts and wonder
Santa Claus, he’s at the mall, with manger scene prospectus
Parents wink and purchase gifts which to the tree go under
But Mohammad Al-Motawaq, that bony babe, should starve; it’s all genetic

Would that some high stationed man with money and a suit
Could find some way to hide from me the children destitute
For their cries are shrill and feral and they break the season’s peace
I don’t feel bad; I’m just annoyed: I want their cries to cease.




Postwar Reaction

Had the Nazis won
There’d have been a
Nationalist Atlantic Treaty Organization,
staffed by high-ranking Wehrmacht officials—
men with names like Speidel, Heusinger,
Gehlen, and Globke.

Perhaps a man named Werner
would build rockets for the Reich
under the stars and stripes.

There’d be an industry for tracing ancestry.
People might say things like:
“I’m 47% German and 33% French.” And respond:
"Aren’t you glad to know that you’re pure?”

We’d compete for purest blood,
and purest German grammar,
and German ideals—
such as Efficiency,
Individualism,
the Value of Hard Work,
and Law and Order.

The police would be held up
as heroes
and paid as such,
with bonuses for cracked skulls
and hidden lists kept confidential.

Had the Confederates won
There’d have been a white supremacist United States,
with a white language,
and white neighborhoods,
and white committees deciding
who speaks
and who dies.

They’d issue identification cards:
Eyes: blue
Hair: blonde
Blood: Hexadecaroon
Neighborhood: Birchwood Reserve

The police would stop you
if you looked like you didn’t belong.

Villains would write our textbooks,
name our schools,
tell our stories—
and we would call them heroes.


All the Difference

What use is
Knowing
The mouton has nearly finished climbing.

Clench your fists
Grit your teeth
Gaze into the empty eyes of the heads in the basket

Perhaps you could shout
Some too radical words for the jeering crowd
As the white paint peels from the dry, cracked lunette
And a panorama of empty eyes
Hunger for someone else’s blood

You have time to think
And feel regret
Every time two paths diverged in a wood
You chose the guillotine

The frame shudders at the mouton's climax
What use is
Knowing
The blade is shearing through the air

And once you’ve stopped knowing
It will take another



Gimme A Dollar

I found, as expected, a card in my mailbox.
Sealed with a sticker
Embossed: “Happy Birthday”
I wondered if there was a gift card inside for a bloomin’ onion
(There wasn’t)
Let me fish it from the trash–I don’t remember what it said–
“We hope that your birthday was as amazing as you are”

It’s management dogma:
Never give a worker anything useful
Wages are kept low
So we are kept weak

I wonder what a birthday card costs–I never buy them–
Everything costs twice as much as it did yesterday
(Except labor).
Signed with love, from my [redacted] family.
My [redacted] family,
Who’d just turned my brothers and sisters
Out in the cold
I suppose I should be grateful
For the chance
To feast on their flesh

My parents took me out to eat for my birthday and gave me a hundred dollars.
They spent time with me and we talked about the world.
They know I don’t want a card, though I’ll still check it
For cash before tossing it in the garbage.

How wonderful it would be to come to work on my birthday
And find a crisp one dollar bill
With love,
From my family.

Billionaires

One thousand leeches suck the blood of America.
Weigh them and find them wanting.
Liquidate them.
Grind them up into meat,
And let them feed the hungry.

What I want is for every dirty, lousy tramp
To eat his fill.
To fatten his belly;
Let it not be a war,
But a packinghouse line.
Let their pleading
Be answered by a form letter.

Two thousand maggots gorge on the world.
Take back what they stole
From those who hunger and are not fed,
Those who are cold and are not clothed.
Drop the bombs on soft, pampered heads
And melt the flesh from their bones.

Let them learn what it is,
As they burn,
To beg.

So Many Reasons Why

When they diagnosed me I was in the middle of my divorce
Astonished at how I had come to find myself
In that time and place
I told my girlfriend I was extremely lucky. She said, no, I had worked hard to get where I was.

I watched a Palestinian child sob and shiver
On the dirt floor of a hospital tent
Her skin burned away. No anesthetic. No triage. No comfort.
I try to imagine what that feels like.
I fail.

My mom likes to say she worked hard to get where she is. She wasn’t lucky.

I think about Victor Jara. Somos cinco mil.
I try–and fail–to imagine how it feels
To sing for a better world,
And be forced to play guitar with no fingernails.
Maybe knowing you are forsaken is worse.
Maybe it’s the fingernail thing.

The national guard shot four year old Tanya Blanding with a tank while she hid in her living room.
A cop shot twelve year old Michael Ellerbe in the back.
Cops only come for me with warnings about driving too fast.
I’ve never even seen a police car at my parents’ house in the sticks.

My parents both told me I worked hard to get where I am.
They didn’t like hearing me say that I’m lucky.
When Adam and I got arrested
The cops knew his dad. (“Aren’t you Hot Rod’s boy?”)
They booked us and charged us and a few weeks later
The court case vanished into thin air
My parents say it wasn’t luck–it was because they hired a lawyer

When I was a child I had a good friend
His dad, in childhood, had been my dad’s good friend
My dad would take me into the woods and teach me to identify
Trees and plants and animal tracks
His dad taught him to buy his Sunday beer on Saturday and huff gasoline to get high.

I once drove by my friend’s house–not too long ago–intending to stop
I passed by instead
That evening my phone rang again and again
Where was I? Where was my friend?
His parents and siblings had been murdered.
The cops held him and did everything they could to get him to confess.
He still can’t convince himself they were wrong.

When I was a kid my parents bought an acre of land from Dad’s uncle for one dollar.




Good Workers

“We want our students to be good workers.”
Administration proclaims

But the liberal arts are not suited
To producing good workers

Dreamers, probably
Rebels, maybe
Disappointed idealists, surely

But good workers do not come
From interrogating humanity

Let the admins proclaim what they will.
I want my students to fight.

BRCM Co.

One Morning as the sun came up
And the jungle camps were dampened
Up the track came a New York lawyer
He was a business champion
“I’ve found me a land that’s far away
Where no title can be counted.
It’ll all be mine, I’ll lay my claim
On the Big Rock Candy Mountains.”

On my Big Rock Candy Mountains
You can pay by week or night
You can use your credit card
Or a cheque if you can write
Where the railroad bulls are paid real well
To make sure you don’t ride

On the trains that bring my cigarette trees
To the factory where my workers bleed

At the BRCM Comp’ny

On my Big Rock Candy Mountains
All the cops drive big ol’ tanks
And I can call the National Guard
If my workers sleep too late
All these shiftless idlers
Should profit me or die

I let loose the jerk who invented work
Gave him a gun and I called him “son”

At the BRCM Comp’ny

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
All the hobos tried to fight
But they didn’t have no tools or guns
And right is made by might
I locked them all up in my jail
And gave them work release

Now they slave away for a dollar a day
While I rest at ease with my dollar bill trees

At the BRCM Comp’ny