Friday’s Poetic Pause: Excerpt from “The Grapes of Wrath” by John Steinbeck

In my new, cubicled gig, I overheard a phone conversation the other day between a colleague and a “local implementing partner.” I was reading The Grapes of Wrath at the time, which is essentially about corporatization, livelihoods, and people’s fight for dignity. This person’s punitive approach and harsh tone reminded me of this passage from the book.  Was this aid worker having “a refuge from thought and from feeling”? Or just a bad day?

Some of the owner men were kind because they hated what they had to do, and some of them were angry because they hated to be cruel, and some of them were cold because they had long ago found that one could not be an owner unless one were cold. And all of them were caught in something larger than themselves. Some of them hated the mathematics that drove them, and some were afraid, and some

A still from John Ford's film, "Grapes of Wrath" (1940)

worshiped the mathematics because it provided a refuge from thought and from feeling. If a bank or a finance company owned the land, the owner man said, the Bank—or the Company—needs—wants—insists—must have—as though the Bank or the Company were a monster, with thought and feeling, which had ensnared them. These last would take no responsibility for the banks or the companies because they were men and slaves, while the banks were machines and masters all at the same time. Some of the owner men were a little proud to be slaves to such cold and powerful masters. The owner men sat in the cars and explained. You know the land is poor. You’ve scrabbled at it long enough, God knows.

~From The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck


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