I'm always a sucker for random pictures on Facebook. A folder labeled simply "Mobile Uploads" with miscellaneous snapshots is sure to attract my curiosity. I haven't had much time for Facebook recently--or much of anything else. Still, I usually surf for a half-hour or so at the end of the night and recently found this picture, uploaded by one of my Dominican classmates.
(Courtesy of Christina Breunig-Salata)
The picture shows a house being razed to clear land for an expansion of O'Hare Airport. My classmate's husband is a firefighter, and was taking part in a training exercise called a "burn." It looks like the house will be set on fire using explosives.
My love of all things Chicagoland is hard to overstate--and O'Hare is, to me, kind of the nexus of it all. As those who know my life story will understand, to me it is almost a proxy for Germany, as it is where most of my trips to that country have begun and ended. Some of these represented life transitions. Perhaps that's why it seems poignant to me that a family home would be razed to, albeit indirectly, make such journeys possible.
To take this story on an additional tangent, I find that the modesty of the home provides an additional level of poignancy. The immediate surroundings of airports tend to be lower-middle class--and as in so many areas of life, it falls to that group to bear the burden of our society's luxury and frivolity. Indeed, the airport expansion also seeks to displace the bodies of the dead from their homes, as it were. I am by no means a Luddite, but it would seem that O'Hare has probably long passed the point where any further expansion only adds to inefficiency and makes it even more unwieldy. Too bad some of that capacity can't be moved up here--but then again, then there'd have to be HIGH-SPEED TRAINS to get people back and forth.
And yet another tangent: it's hard not to reflect on the bloodletting Democrats experienced in yesterday's elections. I'm distressed, one of the chief reasons being the dogmatically anti-transit stance of the Republicans. I really don't know WTF the angry (mostly upper-)middle-class white males who played a large part in bringing this upon us would have us do--spend our entire lives driving and funneling money to the Middle East? Still, I hope that Democrat voters like myself will take this experience to heart and rededicate the party to the middle-class dream. While also a member of the middle class, I have no illusions that with all my fancy talkin'--often German fancy talkin'--I'm important in the grand scheme of things. If I get in a car accident, it will be up to people like those in the photo above to scrape my fancy pants off the pavement. These invaluable people and their best interests should never be "flyover country," literally or metaphorically. Perhaps electoral success for Democrats will come only after they realign themselves with these values.







