The Hezitorial: Political Psychology 101 By HEZI ARIS
Yonkers Mayor Phil Amicone must have taken a course in Political Psychology 101. How else would he have become so adept at the finger-pointing antics by which we have become familiar judging his temperament. He became proficient at engaging others to do his bidding. He was superb in nurturing strife over inconsequence. The superficiality of those engaged in those pointless adversarial chapters in Yonkers historical pages brought about no better understanding over any of Yonkersites’ concerns. We were simply caught in the treadmill-like existence we were astute in recognizing in other communities, among others, but not among ourselves. If we did, we would not admit to it. We were either on the side of those who perpetrated these irrelevant sideshows, or we found ourselves incapable of extracting ourselves from the mesmerizing hold it had over us.
We have become consumed by the game unaware that the fights we have fought have been pointless and have exhausted our will. In fighting for control, engaged in a rut for supremacy, we have lost the strength to continue. Those whom we loath have stepped before us, won the prize, and have lauded over us for well over a decade. We got giddy when we were the ones to call others “naysayers,” even though we knew that they were not necessarily so. That was the game. We would carry out the “ploy” with which we were entrusted to win favor among our “friends and family network” brethren. We were family. We were “right” in our thinking and in our vision.
We never did learn the fights were pointless; even though forks in the road forced a time out, here and there. We had a quick respite to reassess. But we would not. We were now in fear of the “friends and family network.” We knew all too well the retribution they could and would exact. We were stuck in the plot of our choosing. We were no longer in control of our destiny.
Still we endured; enjoying the momentary opportunity we had in blocking our adversaries from moving forward on their vision of control of us. We never did learn to get along. We didn’t want to find a bridge; we forgot that such a mechanism existed. We were within our comfort zone when we could point a finger of admonition and derision toward another, brandishing them the naysayer, the outcasts within our midst.
Believers and skeptics alike would “bitch and bicker” among themselves. They no longer cared if the end game would come to pass; so long as they could be in the game, they would be sufficiently sated. We loved kicking our adversaries in the shins. Laughed our heads off at the pain it would exact their gait. We enjoyed the ancillary aspects of the fight. We had long since forgotten why we were adversaries.
Even so, we hoped to proselytize anyone we could into the fold. It was a futile effort. Some would gravitate to one side; others to the opposite side. There was no proof by which to judge who was right and who was wrong.
We have been unable to raise logic beyond the ground floor where it is seemingly stuck. We are still bickering over our belief system. What I believe is superior to your belief system, or vice versa. It is as though your God is stronger and wiser than mine; or vise versa. We have yet to get beyond this superfluous issue. God is the ultimate no matter how you may address him/her.
There is no rational perspective to change the skeptic’s mindset, or that of the believer. Neither is certain of the foundation upon which their beliefs are held.
The paradigm defined above describes all Yonkersites, and those within other communities. We are alike in many ways; in our obtuse recalcitrance and in our earnestness to explore. Shouting at each other, pointing fingers within our midst will not do.
We are at another fork in the road; an opportunity often before us, trampled by our not knowing what to do.
If you believe, shout it out. Find the vehicle to celebrate your knowledge. Reach out beyond the comfort of your friends.
Yonkers Mayor Phil Amicone continues to rape the City of Yonkers in broad daylight. There has yet to be found, even one among us, who will challenge him from the “burn and slash” departure he has chosen as his farewell.
Media will not be able to stop his plunder. We can only bear witness for his lack of benevolence, his arrogance, his retribution, and the shame with which he has soiled the City of Yonkers.