GARBAGE MEN

“I’m always happy to see a relevant ministry.

It’s all right to talk about long white robes over yonder, in all of its symbolism, but ultimately people want some suits and dresses and shoes to wear down here. It’s all right to talk about streets flowing with milk and honey, but God has commanded us to be concerned about the slums down here and His children who can’t eat three square meals a day. It’s all right to talk about the new Jerusalem, but one day God’s preacher must talk about the new New York, the new Atlanta, the new Philadelphia, the new Los Angeles, the new Memphis, Tennessee. This is what we have to do.

 

Now the other thing we’ll have to do is this: always anchor our external direct action with the power of economic withdrawal. Now we are poor people, individually we are poor when you compare us with white society in America. We are poor. Never stop and forget that collectively, that means all of us together, collectively we are richer than all the nations in the world, with the exception of nine. Did you ever think about that? After you leave the United States, Soviet Russia, Great Britain, West Germany, France, and I could name the others, the American Negro collectively is richer than most nations of the world. We have an annual income of more than $30 billion a year, which is more than all of the exports of the United States and more than the national budget of Canada. Did you know that? That’s power right there, if we know how to pool it.

We don’t have to argue with anybody. We don’t have to curse and go around acting bad with our words. We don’t need any bricks and bottles; we don’t need any Molotov cocktails. We just need to go around to these stores, and to these massive industries in our country, and say, “God sent us by here to say to you that you’re not treating His children right. And we’ve come by here to ask you to make the first item on your agenda fair treatment where God’s children are concerned. Now if you are not prepared to do that, we do have an agenda that we must follow. And our agenda calls for withdrawing economic support from you.”

 

And so, as a result of this, we are asking you tonight to go out and tell your neighbors not to buy Coca-Cola in Memphis. Go by and tell them not to buy Sealtest milk. Tell them not to buy – what is the other bread?– Wonder Bread. And what is the other bread company, Jesse? Tell them not to buy Hart’s bread. As Jesse Jackson has said, up to now only the garbage men have been feeling pain. Now we must kind of redistribute that pain. We are choosing these companies because they haven’t been fair in their hiring policies, and we are choosing them because they can begin the process of saying they are going to support the needs and the rights of these men who are on strike. And then they can move on downtown and tell Mayor Loeb to do what is right.

 

Now not only that, we’ve got to strengthen black institutions. I call upon you to take your money out of the banks downtown and deposit your money in Tri-State Bank. We want a “bank-in” movement in Memphis. Go by the savings and loan association. I’m not asking you something that we don’t do ourselves in SCLC. Judge Hooks and others will tell you that we have an account here in the savings and loan association from the Southern Christian Leadership Conference. We are telling you to follow what we’re doing, put your money there. You have six or seven black insurance companies here in the city of Memphis. Take out your insurance there. We want to have an “insurance-in.” Now these are some practical things that we can do. We begin the process of building a greater economic base, and at the same time, we are putting pressure where it really hurts. And I ask you to follow through here.

Now let me say as I move to my conclusion that we’ve got to give ourselves to this struggle until the end. Nothing would be more tragic than to stop at this point in Memphis. We’ve got to see it through. And when we have our march, you need to be there. If it means leaving work, if it means leaving school, be there. Be concerned about your brother. You may not be on strike, but either we go up together or we go down together. Let us develop a kind of dangerous unselfishness.

 

One day a man came to Jesus and he wanted to raise some questions about some vital matters of life. At points he wanted to trick Jesus, and show him that he knew a little more than Jesus knew and throw him off base. Now that question could have easily ended up in a philosophical and theological debate. But Jesus immediately pulled that question from midair and placed it on a dangerous curve between Jerusalem and Jericho. And he talked about a certain man who fell among thieves. You remember that a Levite and a priest passed by on the other side; they didn’t stop to help him. Finally, a man of another race came by. He got down from his beast, decided not to be compassionate by proxy. But he got down with him, administered first aid, and helped the man in need. Jesus ended up saying this was the good man, this was the great man because he had the capacity to project the “I” into the “thou,” and to be concerned about his brother.

 

Now, you know, we use our imagination a great deal to try to determine why the priest and the Levite didn’t stop. At times we say they were busy going to a church meeting, an ecclesiastical gathering, and they had to get on down to Jerusalem so they wouldn’t be late for their meeting. At other times we would speculate that there was a religious law that one who was engaged in religious ceremonials was not to touch a human body twenty-four hours before the ceremony. And every now and then we begin to wonder whether maybe they were not going down to Jerusalem, or down to Jericho, rather, to organize a Jericho Road Improvement Association. That’s a possibility. Maybe they felt it was better to deal with the problem from the causal root, rather than to get bogged down with an individual effect.

But I’m going to tell you what my imagination tells me. It’s possible that those men were afraid. You see, the Jericho Road is a dangerous road. I remember when Mrs. King and I were first in Jerusalem. We rented a car and drove from Jerusalem down to Jericho. And as soon as we got on that road I said to my wife, “I can see why Jesus used this as the setting for his parable.” It’s a winding, meandering road. It’s really conducive for ambushing. You start out in Jerusalem, which is about 1200 miles, or rather, 1200 feet above sea level. And by the time you get down to Jericho 15 or 20 minutes later, you’re about 2,200 feet below sea level. That’s a dangerous road. In the days of Jesus it came to be known as the “Bloody Pass.” And you know, it’s possible that the priest and the Levite looked over that man on the ground and wondered if the robbers were still around. Or it’s possible that they felt that the man on the ground was merely faking, and he was acting like he had been robbed and hurt in order to seize them over there, lure them there for quick and easy seizure. And so the first question that the priest asked, the first question that the Levite asked was, “If I stop to help this man, what will happen to me?”

But then the Good Samaritan came by, and he reversed the question: “If I do not stop to help this man, what will happen to him?” That’s the question before you tonight. Not, “If I stop to help the sanitation workers, what will happen to my job?” Not, “If I stop to help the sanitation workers, what will happen to all of the hours that I usually spend in my office every day and every week as a pastor?” The question is not, “If I stop to help this man in need, what will happen to me?” The question is, “If I do not stop to help the sanitation workers, what will happen to them?” That’s the question.

 

Let us rise up tonight with a greater readiness. Let us stand with a greater determination. And let us move on in these powerful days, these days of challenge, to make America what it ought to be. We have an opportunity to make America a better nation.

 

And I want to thank God, once more, for allowing me to be here with you. You know, several years ago I was in New York City autographing the first book that I had written. And while sitting there autographing books, a demented black woman came up. The only question I heard from her was, “Are you Martin Luther King?” And I was looking down writing and I said, “Yes.”

 

The next minute I felt something beating on my chest. Before I knew it I had been stabbed by this demented woman. I was rushed to Harlem Hospital. It was a dark Saturday afternoon. And that blade had gone through, and the X rays revealed that the tip of the blade was on the edge of my aorta, the main artery. And once that’s punctured you’re drowned in your own blood, that’s the end of you. It came out in the New York Times the next morning that if I had merely sneezed, I would have died.

 

 

Well, about four days later, they allowed me, after the operation, after my chest had been opened and the blade had been taken out, to move around in the wheelchair of the hospital. They allowed me to read some of the mail that came in, and from all over the states and the world kind letters came in. I read a few, but one of them I will never forget. I had received one from the president and the vice president; I’ve forgotten what those telegrams said. I’d received a visit and a letter from the governor of New York, but I’ve forgotten what that letter said.

 

 

But there was another letter that came from a little girl, a young girl who was a student at the White Plains High School. And I looked at that letter and I’ll never forget it. It said simply, “Dear Dr. King: I am a ninth-grade student at the White Plains High School.” She said, “While it should not matter, I would like to mention that I’m a white girl. I read in the paper of your misfortune and of your suffering. And I read that if you had sneezed, you would have died. And I’m simply writing you to say that I’m so happy that you didn’t sneeze.”

 

 

And I want to say tonight, I want to say tonight that I, too, am happy that I didn’t sneeze. Because if I had sneezed, I wouldn’t have been around here in 1960, when students all over the South started sitting-in at lunch counters. And I knew that as they were sitting in, they were really standing up for the best in the American dream and taking the whole nation back to those great wells of democracy, which were dug deep by the founding fathers in the Declaration of Independence and the Constitution.

If I had sneezed, I wouldn’t have been around here in 1961, when we decided to take a ride for freedom and ended segregation in interstate travel.

If I had sneezed, I wouldn’t have been around here in 1962, when Negroes in Albany, Georgia, decided to straighten their backs up. And whenever men and women straighten their backs up, they are going somewhere, because a man can’t ride your back unless it is bent.

If I had sneezed, if I had sneezed, I wouldn’t have been here in 1963, when the black people of Birmingham, Alabama, aroused the conscience of this nation and brought into being the Civil Rights Bill.

 

 

If I had sneezed, I wouldn’t have had a chance later that year, in August, to try to tell America about a dream that I had had.

If I had sneezed, I wouldn’t have been down in Selma, Alabama, to see the great movement there.

 

If I had sneezed, I wouldn’t have been in Memphis to see a community rally around those brothers and sisters who are suffering. I’m so happy that I didn’t sneeze.

 

And they were telling me. Now it doesn’t matter now. It really doesn’t matter what happens now. I left Atlanta this morning, and as we got started on the plane – there were six of us – the pilot said over the public address system: “We are sorry for the delay, but we have Dr. Martin Luther King on the plane. And to be sure that all of the bags were checked, and to be sure that nothing would be wrong on the plane, we had to check out everything carefully. And we’ve had the plane protected and guarded all night.”

 

 

And then I got into Memphis. And some began to say the threats, or talk about the threats that were out, or what would happen to me from some of our sick white brothers.

Well, I don’t know what will happen now; we’ve got some difficult days ahead. 

But it really doesn’t matter to with me now, because I’ve been to the mountaintop. 

And I don’t mind. 

Like anybody, I would like to live a long life – longevity has its place. 

But I’m not concerned about that now. 

I just want to do God’s will. 

And He’s allowed me to go up to the mountain. 

And I’ve looked over, and I’ve SEEN the Promised Land. 

I may not get there with you. But I want you to know tonight, that WE, as a people, will GET to the Promised Land. 

And so I’m happy tonight; I’m not worried about anything; I’m not fearing any man. 

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord

Mexican Jesus

PEOPLING

Here's something interesting. 

In 1940, our armed forces weren't among the 12 most formidable in The World, but obviously we were gonna fight a big war. 

And Roosevelt said the U.S. would produce 50,000 planes in the next four years. 

Everyone thought it was

a joke, and it was, 'Cause it turned out we produced 100,000 airplanes. 

Gave the air force an armada that would block THE SUN.

It’s not a fleet, Sir!

It’s just PEOPLE!

IRON JOHN

“I think that this is something that is opening for the first time - I think when I was younger, the mood for men often involved ascension.... I mean, that’s a heavy suggestion of Christ, with ascension. 

And in the 60s, as you know, with Higher Consciousness and ‘Head’ material, was very strong.

So, it seems to me that the attempt to become a Man by ascending has not worked somehow.

And the movement I found valuable in my own life was the attempt to go down into certain Earth-energies or Sorrows, also. And only recently have I begun to associate that descent with also a descent into Childhood, and into the sufferings and loneliness of Childhood.” 

- Robert Bly.

We are leaving our time now. 
We are leaving our time now. 
There are places where time moves more slowly than here. 

We all know all four directions, 
East,West, North, South.

And we are also under The Fifth Direction, The Vertical One,

Which is in Us, 

Today, Here.

Iron John by Robert Bly - What's Missing In Modern Man

Once upon a time, there was a King and a Queen. 

And they lived in A Castle. 

And near The Castle there was A Forest. 

You know there’s always A Forest near The Castle. 

And This Forest was like other forests, with one exception:

When anyone went into it, he didn’t come back. 

Five hunters went out, and they didn’t come back. 

Ten hunters were sent after them, and they didn’t come back. 

Then twenty hunters went out, they did not come back. 

And then thirty hunters were sent after them, 

and they did not come back.

And pretty soon, no one went to that part of The Forest anymore. 

Only occasionally a Hawk or an Eagle flew over it. 

That identifies this as a Male story, 

The Hawk and The Eagle are Male Birds. 

That was The Situation, 

and that’s the way it lasted for Many Years.

Finally, one day a Young Man came, and he said, 

“Anything dangerous to do around here?” 

And The King said, 

“Yes, there is, but I don’t recommend it, 

because the return rate is not good.” 

And The Young man said, 

“That’s the sort of thing I like, I think I’ll go.”

So he went, taking only His Dog with him. 

Maybe the fact that he didn’t go in a group was a part of it. 

He took only His Dog with him, 

and he walked into The Forest 

and he walked all the way into The Forest 

and all of a sudden, a hand came up out of The Pond 

and pulled The Dog down. 

And he didn’t get hysterical. 

He just said, 

“This Must Be The Place.”

Iron Hans*

THERE was once on a time a King who had a great forest near his palace, full of all kinds of wild animals. One day he sent out a huntsman to shoot him a roe, but he did not come back. "Perhaps some accident has befallen him," said the King, and the next day he sent out two more huntsmen who were to search for him, but they too stayed away. Then on the third day, he sent for all his huntsmen, and said, "Scour the whole forest through, and do not give up until ye have found all three." But of these also, none came home again, and of the pack of hounds which they had taken with them, none were seen more. From that time forth, no one would any longer venture into the forest, and it lay there in deep stillness and solitude, and nothing was seen of it, but sometimes an eagle or a hawk flying over it. This lasted for many years, when a strange huntsman announced himself to the King as seeking a situation, and offered to go into the dangerous forest. The King, however, would not give his consent, and said, "It is not safe in there; I fear it would fare with thee no better than with the others, and thou wouldst never come out again." The huntsman replied, "Lord, I will venture it at my own risk, of fear I know nothing."

The huntsman therefore betook himself with his dog to the forest. It was not long before the dog fell in with some game on the way, and wanted to pursue it; but hardly had the dog run two steps when it stood before a deep pool, could go no farther, and a naked arm stretched itself out of the water, seized it, and drew it under, When the huntsman saw that, he went back and fetched three men to come with buckets and bale out the water. When they could see to the bottom there lay a wild man whose body was brown like rusty iron, and whose hair hung over his face down to his knees. They bound him with cords, and led him away to the castle. There was great astonishment over the wild man; the King, however, had him put in an iron cage in his court-yard, and forbade the door to be opened on pain of death, and the Queen herself was to take the key into her keeping. And from this time forth every one could again go into the forest with safety.

The King had a son of eight years, who was once playing in the court-yard, and while he was playing, his golden ball fell into the cage. The boy ran thither and said, "Give me my ball out." "Not till thou hast opened the door for me," answered the man. "No," said the boy, "I will not do that; the King has forbidden it," and ran away. The next day he again went and asked for his ball; the wild man said, "Open my door," but the boy would not. On the third day the King had ridden out hunting, and the boy went once more and said, "I cannot open the door even if I wished, for I have not the key." Then the wild man said, "It lies under thy mother's pillow, thou canst get it there." The boy, who wanted to have his ball back, cast all thought to the winds, and brought the key. The door opened with difficulty, and the boy pinched his fingers. When it was open the wild man stepped out, gave him the golden ball, and hurried away. The boy had become afraid; he called and cried after him, "Oh, wild man, do not go away, or I shall be beaten!" The wild man turned back, took him up, set him on his shoulder, and went with hasty steps into the forest. When the King came home, he observed the empty cage, and asked the Queen how that had happened? She knew nothing about it, and sought the key, but it was gone. She called the boy, but no one answered. The King sent out people to seek for him in the fields, but they did not find him. Then he could easily guess what had happened, and much grief reigned in the royal court.

When the wild man had once more reached the dark forest, he took the boy down from his shoulder, and said to him, "Thou wilt never see thy father and mother again, but I will keep thee with me, for thou hast set me free, and I have compassion on thee. If thou dost all I bid thee, thou shalt fare well. Of treasure and gold have I enough, and more than anyone in the world." He made a bed of moss for the boy on which he slept, and the next morning the man took him to a well, and said, "Behold, the gold well is as bright and clear as crystal, thou shalt sit beside it, and take care that nothing falls into it, or it will be polluted. I will come every evening to see if thou hast obeyed my order." The boy placed himself by the margin of the well, and often saw a golden fish or a golden snake show itself therein, and took care that nothing fell in. As he was thus sitting, his finger hurt him so violently that he involuntarily put it in the water. He drew it quickly out again, but saw that it was quite gilded, and whatsoever pains he took to wash the gold off again, all was to no purpose. In the evening Iron John came back, looked at the boy, and said, "What has happened to the well?" "Nothing, nothing," he answered, and held his finger behind his back, that the man might not see it. But he said, "Thou hast dipped thy finger into the water, this time it may pass, but take care thou dost not again let anything go in." By daybreak the boy was already sitting by the well and watching it. His finger hurt him again and he passed it over his head, and then unhappily a hair fell down into the well. He took it quickly out, but it was already quite gilded. Iron John came, and already knew what had happened. "Thou hast let a hair fall into the well," said he. "I will allow thee to watch by it once more, but if this happens for the third time then the well is polluted, and thou canst no longer remain with me."

 

On the third day, the boy sat by the well, and did not stir his finger, however much it hurt him. But the time was long to him, and he looked at the reflection of his face on the surface of the water. And as he still bent down more and more while he was doing so, and trying to look straight into the eyes, his long hair fell down from his shoulders into the water. He raised himself up quickly, but the whole of the hair of his head was already golden and shone like the sun. You may imagine how terrified the poor boy was! He took his pocket-handkerchief and tied it round his head, in order that the man might not see it. When he came he already knew everything, and said, "Take the handkerchief off." Then the golden hair streamed forth, and let the boy excuse himself as he might, it was of no use. "Thou hast not stood the trial, and canst stay here no longer. Go forth into the world, there thou wilt learn what poverty is. But as thou hast not a bad heart, and as I mean well by thee, there is one thing I will grant thee; if thou fallest into any difficulty, come to the forest and cry, "Iron John," and then I will come and help thee. My power is great, greater than thou thinkest, and I have gold and silver in abundance."

 

Then the King's son left the forest, and walked by beaten and unbeaten paths ever onwards until at length he reached a great city. There he looked for work, but could find none, and he had learnt nothing by which he could help himself. At length he went to the palace, and asked if they would take him in. The people about court did not at all know what use they could make of him, but they liked him, and told him to stay. At length the cook took him into his service, and said he might carry wood and water, and rake the cinders together. Once when it so happened that no one else was at hand, the cook ordered him to carry the food to the royal table, but as he did not like to let his golden hair be seen, he kept his little cap on. Such a thing as that had never yet come under the King's notice, and he said, "When thou comest to the royal table thou must take thy hat off." He answered, "Ah, Lord, I cannot; I have a bad sore place on my head." Then the King had the cook called before him and scolded him, and asked how he could take such a boy as that into his service; and that he was to turn him off at once. The cook, however, had pity on him, and exchanged him for the gardener's boy.

And now the boy had to plant and water the garden, hoe and dig, and bear the wind and bad weather. Once in summer when he was working alone in the garden, the day was so warm he took his little cap off that the air might cool him. As the sun shone on his hair it glittered and flashed so that the rays fell into the bed-room of the King's daughter, and up she sprang to see what that could be. Then she saw the boy, and cried to him, "Boy, bring me a wreath of flowers." He put his cap on with all haste, and gathered wild field-flowers and bound them together. When he was ascending the stairs with them, the gardener met him, and said, "How canst thou take the King's daughter a garland of such common flowers? Go quickly, and get another, and seek out the prettiest and rarest." "Oh, no," replied the boy, "the wild ones have more scent, and will please her better." When he got into the room, the King's daughter said, "Take thy cap off, it is not seemly to keep it on in my presence." He again said, "I may not, I have a sore head." She, however, caught at his cap and pulled it off, and then his golden hair rolled down on his shoulders, and it was splendid to behold. He wanted to run out, but she held him by the arm, and gave him a handful of ducats. With these he departed, but he cared nothing for the gold pieces. He took them to the gardener, and said, "I present them to thy children, they can play with them." The following day the King's daughter again called to him that he was to bring her a wreath of field-flowers, and when he went in with it, she instantly snatched at his cap, and wanted to take it away from him, but he held it fast with both hands. She again gave him a handful of ducats, but he would not keep them, and gave them to the gardener for playthings for his children. On the third day things went just the same; she could not get his cap away from him, and he would not have her money.

 

Not long afterwards, the country was overrun by war. The King gathered together his people, and did not know whether or not he could offer any opposition to the enemy, who was superior in strength and had a mighty army. Then said the gardener's boy, "I am grown up, and will go to the wars also, only give me a horse." The others laughed, and said, "Seek one for thyself when we are gone, we will leave one behind us in the stable for thee." When they had gone forth, he went into the stable, and got the horse out; it was lame of one foot, and limped hobblety jig, hobblety jig; nevertheless he mounted it, and rode away to the dark forest. When he came to the outskirts, he called "Iron John," three times so loudly that it echoed through the trees. Thereupon the wild man appeared immediately, and said, "What dost thou desire?" "I want a strong steed, for I am going to the wars." "That thou shalt have, and still more than thou askest for." Then the wild man went back into the forest, and it was not long before a stable-boy came out of it, who led a horse that snorted with its nostrils, and could hardly be restrained, and behind them followed a great troop of soldiers entirely equipped in iron, and their swords flashed in the sun. The youth made over his three-legged horse to the stable-boy, mounted the other, and rode at the head of the soldiers. When he got near the battle-field a great part of the King's men had already fallen, and little was wanting to make the rest give way. Then the youth galloped thither with his iron soldiers, broke like a hurricane over the enemy, and beat down all who opposed him. They began to fly, but the youth pursued, and never stopped, until there was not a single man left. Instead, however, of returning to the King, he conducted his troop by bye-ways back to the forest, and called forth Iron John. "What dost thou desire?" asked the wild man. "Take back thy horse and thy troops, and give me my three-legged horse again." All that he asked was done, and soon he was riding on his three-legged horse. When the King returned to his palace, his daughter went to meet him, and wished him joy of his victory. "I am not the one who carried away the victory," said he, "but a stranger knight who came to my assistance with his soldiers." The daughter wanted to hear who the strange knight was, but the King did not know, and said, "He followed the enemy, and I did not see him again." She inquired of the gardener where his boy was, but he smiled, and said, "He has just come home on his three-legged horse, and the others have been mocking him, and crying, "Here comes our hobblety jig back again!" They asked, too, "Under what hedge hast thou been lying sleeping all the time?" He, however, said, "I did the best of all, and it would have gone badly without me." And then he was still more ridiculed."

 

The King said to his daughter, "I will proclaim a great feast that shall last for three days, and thou shalt throw a golden apple. Perhaps the unknown will come to it." When the feast was announced, the youth went out to the forest, and called Iron John. "What dost thou desire?" asked he. "That I may catch the King's daughter's golden apple." "It is as safe as if thou hadst it already," said Iron John. "Thou shalt likewise have a suit of red armour for the occasion, and ride on a spirited chestnut-horse." When the day came, the youth galloped to the spot, took his place amongst the knights, and was recognized by no one. The King's daughter came forward, and threw a golden apple to the knights, but none of them caught it but he, only as soon as he had it he galloped away.

On the second day Iron John equipped him as a white knight, and gave him a white horse. Again he was the only one who caught the apple, and he did not linger an instant, but galloped off with it. The King grew angry, and said, "That is not allowed; he must appear before me and tell his name." He gave the order that if the knight who caught the apple, should go away again they should pursue him, and if he would not come back willingly, they were to cut him down and stab him.

On the third day, he received from Iron John a suit of black armour and a black horse, and again he caught the apple. But when he was riding off with it, the King's attendants pursued him, and one of them got so near him that he wounded the youth's leg with the point of his sword. The youth nevertheless escaped from them, but his horse leapt so violently that the helmet fell from the youth's head, and they could see that he had golden hair. They rode back and announced this to the King.

The following day the King's daughter asked the gardener about his boy. "He is at work in the garden; the queer creature has been at the festival too, and only came home yesterday evening; he has likewise shown my children three golden apples which he has won."

The King had him summoned into his presence, and he came and again had his little cap on his head. But the King's daughter went up to him and took it off, and then his golden hair fell down over his shoulders, and he was so handsome that all were amazed. "Art thou the knight who came every day to the festival, always in different colours, and who caught the three golden apples?" asked the King. "Yes," answered he, "and here the apples are," and he took them out of his pocket, and returned them to the King. "If you desire further proof, you may see the wound which your people gave me when they followed me. But I am likewise the knight who helped you to your victory over your enemies." "If thou canst perform such deeds as that, thou art no gardener's boy; tell me, who is thy father?" "My father is a mighty King, and gold have I in plenty as great as I require." "I well see," said the King, "that I owe thanks to thee; can I do anything to please thee?" "Yes," answered he, "that indeed you can. Give me your daughter to wife." The maiden laughed, and said, "He does not stand much on ceremony, but I have already seen by his golden hair that he was no gardener's boy," and then she went and kissed him. His father and mother came to the wedding, and were in great delight, for they had given up all hope of ever seeing their dear son again. And as they were sitting at the marriage-feast, the music suddenly stopped, the doors opened, and a stately King came in with a great retinue. He went up to the youth, embraced him and said, "I am Iron John, and was by enchantment a wild man, but thou hast set me free; all the treasures which I possess, shall be thy property."

NOTES

From a story current in the district of the Maine, and No. 17, in Arnim's Märchen. In our earlier editions it is called The Wild Man, and is from a tradition current in the province of Münster. Here we have a genuine male Aschenputtel, of whom mention has been already made in No. 21. His wretched smock-frock which makes him like Allerleirauh (No. 65), have to sleep alone, and even the menial kitchen-work appears, and in the same way after living most royally, he secretly resumes his former mode of existence, and can only be recognized by an external mark. In Austria there is a story of a certain Stiefelstoss, who is transformed into a bear, and lies under the stairs. Everyone who enters the house kicks him steps on him, and cleans his boots on his hide. According to the Jewish saga (Majer, Mythol. Wörterb. 1. 119, 120), Aschmadai is by a stratagem, chained fast, just as the wild man is here. In German we find the story in the collection made by Vulpius; in Müllenhoff, No. 12; in Wolf's Hausmärchen, p. 269, in Sommer, pp. 86, 133, 135; in Zingerle, Nos. 28 and 33, p. 198. In Norwegian see Asbjörnsen, p. 74. In Danish, Winther, p. 31. In Italian, see Straparola, 5, 1. In Russian, see Dieterich, No. 4. In Bohemian, Milenowski, No. 6. A story which is startlingly like ours is told of the renowned Norwegian King, Harald Harfager. It is not in Snorri, but in the Flatöbuch. In his father's court a Jote was kept imprisoned, because he wanted to steal the king's treasure Harold, then a child of five, set him free; in return for which the Jote took him away, and brought him up until he was in his fifteenth year (P. E. Müller, Ueber Snorris Quellen, p. 13). The story may have an ancient basis, and tell of a higher and semi-divine being, who fell into the power of a spirit of the nether world, and had to do servile work until he once more regained his higher place. The shining golden hair points to this.

SurLaLune Note: The title for this tale is more accurately Iron Hans, but Margaret Hunt chose Iron John, influencing the tale's title in many collections onward.

Grimm, Jacob and Wilhelm. Household Tales. Margaret Hunt, translator. London: George Bell, 1884, 1892. 2 volumes.

HAWK

 CHARLES XAVIER
(Neither McAvoy, Nor Stewart) :
Jean-Luc, Who is This?

JL :
He's Nobody - Just Someone I Used to Get Here.

 "That identifies this as a Male Story, 

The Hawk and The Eagle are Male Birds." 

- Robert Bly

Everybody is Somebody to Someone, Jean-Luc.

I Feel Fine.

It's Not The End of The World. 

 Be Brave.

Don't Panic.

Nobody loses Loved-Ones Before Their Time  -

The All-Father wove the skein of Your Life a long time ago.

Go and hide in a hole if you wish, 

but you won't live one instant longer.

Your Fate is Fixed.

Fear Profits a Man Nothing.

Miss Caroline Krafft seriously needed to pluck her eyebrows. 

Her outfit looked like it was picked out by a blind Sunday school teacher. 

And she had some 99-cent lip gloss on her snaggletooth. 

And that's when I realised -

Making Fun of Caroline Krafft Wouldn't Stop Her from Beating Me in This Contest.

Calling Somebody Else Fat Won't Make You Any Skinnier. 

Calling Someone Stupid Doesn't Make You Any Smarter. 

And Ruining Regina George's Life Definitely Didn't Make Me Any Happier. 

All you can do in Life is try to solve 

The Problem in Front of You.

If the limit never approaches anything...

The Limit Does Not Exist. 

The Limit Does Not Exist!

MATERNAL INSTINCTS

Anyone who values their own goals over The Safety of Their Children is Irresponsible.

Trust Your Maternal Instincts, Seven.
They Worked Before.

“There are three things to remember about being a Starship Captain:

• Keep your shirt tucked in, 

• Go down with The Ship, and 

• Never abandon a member of your crew.

KATHRYN JANEWAY

 SEVEN: 
My feelings are irrelevant. 

JANEWAY: 
Are they? 
Would you like me to tell him?


SEVEN: 
It's my responsibility.... 
....but I am uncertain how to proceed.


JANEWAY: 
Well, you've already helped him make one difficult transition. 
How did you do that?


SEVEN: 
By giving him the benefit of my own experiences. 
Encouraging him to be resilient in the face of obstacles. 

JANEWAY: 
[smiles]
Sounds like a good strategy.






JANEWAY: 
Your attitude is making a difficult situation worse.


SEVEN: 
I was simply attempting to ensure Icheb's well-being.


JANEWAY: 
By insulting his parents?


SEVEN: 
Those issues needed to be discussed.

JANEWAY: 
You could have done it with a little more tact.


SEVEN: 
Perhaps, but that doesn't alter the fact that 
Those individuals may not be suitable guardians.


JANEWAY: 
Those individuals are his mother and father.


SEVEN: 
Which is no guarantee that they'll be able to care for him. 
He's far more likely to flourish if he remains on Voyager.

JANEWAY: 
That's not an option, Seven.


SEVEN: 
Are you ordering him off The Ship?


JANEWAY:
That's not what I said.


SEVEN: 
So that he can be assimilated again?


JANEWAY: 
What makes you so sure that's going to happen?


SEVEN: 
They shouldn't remain on That Planet.


JANEWAY: 
It's their home.


SEVEN: 
It's not worth protecting.


JANEWAY: 
Who are you to decide that? 

SEVEN: 
Anyone who values their own goals over the safety of their children is irresponsible.


JANEWAY: 
Are we talking about Icheb's parents, or yours?

SEVEN: 
Both.

JANEWAY: 
It's not like you to admit to something like that.

SEVEN: 
It would be naive for me to claim objectivity in this case. 
But I'm not prepared to return Icheb to parents who may be as careless as my own.


JANEWAY: 
I know what it's like to feel protective towards someone you've helped through a difficult period, but Icheb is an individual now. 
You have to give him a chance to form his own opinions.

SEVEN: 
If I do, and he decides to remain on Voyager?


JANEWAY: 
Then it'll be my problem.

[Astrometrics lab]

SEVEN:

I thought you were studying spatial harmonics.

ICHEB:

My parents suggested I might have an aptitude for genetics as well.

SEVEN:

I see. 
What have you learned?

ICHEB:

This is the genome of a typical Brunali male and this is my DNA.

They're nearly identical, but do you notice the differences in the third, thirteenth and seventeenth chromosomes?

SEVEN:

Yes.

ICHEB:

My parents made microgenetic alterations so I would produce the pathogen.

Quite ingenious.

SEVEN:

It's also barbaric.

ICHEB:

They were trying to defend themselves, their way of life.

Preserve their species.

SEVEN:

I know how difficult it is to acknowledge your parents' faults, but what they did was wrong.

You don't have to forgive them.

ICHEB:

Do you think they will ever forgive me?

SEVEN:

For what?

ICHEB:

I could have destroyed that Sphere. 
I failed them.

SEVEN:

You would have been reassimilated.

ICHEB:

I know, but -

SEVEN:

But what?

ICHEB:

Maybe it was My Destiny.

SEVEN:

Maybe.

In The Future you may choose to fight the Borg, 
but you'll do it in your own way.

You're an individual, and you have The Right to determine your own destiny.

It's time to regenerate.

ICHEB:

And if I prefer to continue studying?

SEVEN:

....
It's your decision.

QUARANTINE

1 + 5 + 2 = 8

8 = RUPTURE

LISTER: 

Bay 47? That's quarantine! 

RIMMER: 

Spot on. 

KRYTEN: 

But sir, I've screened us all: we're clean. 

RIMMER: 

Well, much as I trust a viral screening conducted by an automated toilet attendant, 

I really must draw your attention to Space Corps directive 595. 

CAT: 

For cryin' out loud! 

RIMMER: 

I have no intention of contracting the hologrammatic equivalent of foaming dog fever. 

So gentlemen, if you'd all like to proceed to Quarantine Room 152 where you will be spending the next three months.

12 Model shot.

Starbug lands in bay 47.

13 Int. Quarantine Room 152.

KRYTEN, LISTER and CAT enter, looking positively disgusted.

KRYTEN: 

Twelve weeks. 

I have a deep, dark sense of foreboding about this. 

LISTER: 

Aw c'mon, we'll get through it. 

KRYTEN: 

This is single quarters! 

One chair, one bed, one shower. 

LISTER: 

We'll manage! 

KRYTEN: 

Sir, it's a scientific fact that the human male needs to spend time by himself! 

LISTER: 

It is? 

KRYTEN: 

Yes! The most popular pastimes have always been ones that males can enjoy alone: 

angling, golf, and of course the all time number one. 

CAT: 

It's not just humans!

 Look what happens when two male tigers are locked up together! 

One of them winds up on the other guy's toothpick! 

KRYTEN: 

Lions, tigers, scorpions, rats — 

even vultures when they're in captivity. 

LISTER: 

What are you saying to me?

 Vultures need personal space?

 They need like time alone if they're to put their feet up and read "What Carcass” Magazine?

KRYTEN: 

Sir, I think you're downplaying the gravity of the situation. 

LISTER: 

Look, what difference does it make? 

We hang out most of the time together anyway. 

CAT: 

Yeah, but we all knew we could stroll out the door at anytime. 

Not now, though.

RIMMER appears on the other side of the darkened observation window which takes up one whole wall of the quarantine room.

RIMMER: 

Welcome to quarantine, lads. 

I hope the next 84 days pass as swiftly and as pleasantly as the 100-years war. 

KRYTEN: 

Sir, I must protest. 

You only supplied us with single-berth accommodation! 

RIMMER: 

Space Corps directive 597 clearly states 

"One berth per registered crew member." 

And as Listy is the only registered crew member, 

One berth is all you get. 

CAT: 

Don't rise to him. 

KRYTEN: 

What about entertainment? 

You are obliged to provide us with minimum leisure facilities. 

Games, literature, hobby activities, motion pictures. 

RIMMER: 

And in accordance with Space Corps directive 312, you'll find in the storage cupboard over there : 

A chess set with 31 missing pieces; 

A knitting magazine with a pull-out special on crocheted hats; 

A puzzle magazine with all the crosswords completed 

and 

A video of the excellent cinematic treat, 

"Wall-papering, Painting, and Stipling -- a DIY guide." 

CAT: 

Don't rise to him. 

RIMMER: 

And fulfilling all Space Corps dietary requirements, dinner tonight, gentlemen, will consist of :

Sprout soup, 

followed by 

Sprout salad, 

and for desert 

-- I think you'll like it, rather unusual -- 

Sprout crumble. 

LISTER: 

Rimmer, you know •damn• well sprouts make me chuck. 

RIMMER: 

Well, this is awful. 

I've got you down for sprouts •almost• every meal. 

(Shaking his head no) 

I tell a lie. 

It _is_ every meal. 

LISTER: 

How long are you going to keep this up for, Rimmer? 

RIMMER: 

Keep what up? 

I'm merely executing Space Corps Directive 595! 

Anyway, must dash-erooni. 

I've got to organise your daily provision of musical entertainment. 

I think you're going to like it: It's a perpetually-looped tape of "Reggie Dixon's Tango Treats." 

CAT: 

OK! Time to rise to him. 

Let me out of here! I'll kill him!

KRYTEN and LISTER restrain him as RIMMER vanishes.

LISTER: 

Listen, guys, he wants us to get on each other's nerves; go through twelve weeks of hell. 

Well, we're not gonna give him the satisfaction, OK? 

‘Cos the entire time we're here, we're not gonna have one single argument, not a raised voice or a cross word. 

Not one angry exchange. 

(To KRYTEN) 

OK? 

(To CAT) 

OK?

They each nod in agreement.

LISTER: 

Boys from the Dwarf.

They do that "hangin' loose" thingy with their hands.