To the Editor:
I’m sure glad the hurricane didn’t come anywhere near me…
… relieved that I don’t have to deal with refugees from El Salvador and Honduras swarming over my doorstep.
… glad that I’m not near that incinerator in Chester that’s polluting the air and causing breathing problems.
… feeling relief that there’s a doorman in my condo (or a stout lock on my front door) to keep the bad people out. Like the salesmen trying to make a living by selling their stuff — or dogooders trying to get me to sign their darn petitions or contribute to the Girl Scouts or whatever.
But I recognize the challenge to my “inner NIMBY” and my compassion fatigue, and I want to honor my connection to the human family. I want to honor it with action, however small and limited, in the face of the enormous challenges that are facing us as we peruse our morning papers over our coffees.