I am a capitalist… with a few socialist ideologies. I gather that is sort of like being a vampire who doesn’t like the taste of blood.
[I’ll interject here to note that, if you think — from the title of this post — that I’m going to be talking about how to fight off Dementors, you’re about to be really disappointed.]
I think socialism is a really beautiful idea. I can get behind the from each according to his ability, to each according to his need philosophy that summarizes socialism. But socialism fails when it runs up against a universal constant: greed. Whether it is a desire for money, a desire for power, or a desire for fame, I feel that any human culture can only provide socialism barren, infertile ground for growth, and that it is only through tyranny — a greater evil than capitalism — that socialism can be sustained.
My golden compromise is to espouse the ideals of social responsibility, which I will oversimplify as: rich people care more.
In ancient Rome, when a slave was freed by his master, a patron-client relationship was often forged. It was understood that a wealthy master was bound to provide for his former slave in some capacity. Similarly, I feel that the haves of our society have a responsibility to give to the have-nots. By haves, I don’t mean millionaires; I refer to those who do not struggle to put food on their tables, those who can afford a family vacation, etc. When I write have-nots, I might mean the poor, the downtrodden, the sick, the disabled; I do not mean the lazy.
Have you heard the legend of the martyrdom of St. Lawrence of Rome? It’s an inspiring story. Upon the death of Pope Sixtus, St. Lawrence was ordered to turn over to the Prefect of Rome the riches of the church for which Lawrence was deacon. Lawrence requested three days to comply with the instruction. He proceeded to distribute the riches of the church to the poor. Then, on the third day, he went before the Prefect accompanied by the poor, the crippled, the blind, and the suffering and said, “these are the true treasures of the church.” For his audacity and irreverence, he was gruesomely martyred.
Today, St. Lawrence is a symbol of charity. He reminds us that, no matter a person’s lot in life, that person deserves love, respect, care, and to have certain basic human needs met.
Today, I am thankful for philanthropy. Whether it comes in the form of a few coins tossed into the Salvation Army kettle at Christmas; a sandwich given to someone who hasn’t eaten; a warm smile given to the marginalized; an anonymous act of kindness. I’m also grateful for the more headline-catching acts of millionaires and billionaires giving hoards of money to charities. Even if the money is essentially pocket change in comparison to the donor’s amassed wealth, it’s still an amount that will benefit others immensely and an amount the donor could just as easily have kept.
Charitable acts renew my sometimes dwindling faith in humanity, and instill in me a feeling of “oneness” with those around me: my companions on this tiny tilting blue planet in the dark expanse of space.
Do you have a story about charity? Please share it with me in the Comments.