Friday, April 17, 2015

Dorothy Day As An Example of Character

New York Times columnist David Brooks has been writing and lecturing on character in recent months, finding inspiration in, among others, Dorothy Day. Here is an excerpt from his most recent article, The Moral Bucket List:

ENERGIZING LOVE Dorothy Day led a disorganized life when she was young: drinking, carousing, a suicide attempt or two, following her desires, unable to find direction. But the birth of her daughter changed her. She wrote of that birth, “If I had written the greatest book, composed the greatest symphony, painted the most beautiful painting or carved the most exquisite figure I could not have felt the more exalted creator than I did when they placed my child in my arms.”
That kind of love decenters the self. It reminds you that your true riches are in another. Most of all, this love electrifies. It puts you in a state of need and makes it delightful to serve what you love. Day’s love for her daughter spilled outward and upward. As she wrote, “No human creature could receive or contain so vast a flood of love and joy as I often felt after the birth of my child. With this came the need to worship, to adore.”
She made unshakable commitments in all directions. She became a Catholic, started a radical newspaper, opened settlement houses for the poor and lived among the poor, embracing shared poverty as a way to build community, to not only do good, but be good. This gift of love overcame, sometimes, the natural self-centeredness all of us feel.
NY Times Sunday Review, April 11, 2015 
The whole article may be found here.

Sunday, April 12, 2015

The Lustig Family

The Lustig Family by Dorothy Day, New York Call, Nov. 1916

This is a partial transcript of one of the articles in The New York Call with Dorothy Day's byline.

Dorothy Dall New York CallWolfe Lustig – it’s a husky sounding name.  But the man is a rattling bag of bones.  Day and night he lies in his bed and wonders why God doesn’t kill him quick.  For the first time in weeks, he propped himself up in bed yesterday to have his picture taken.  Look at it.

Pauline, the eldest child, is six.  Jakie comes next.  He’s four. Little Maurice, with the schmoochy face, is three and the cuddly baby with the big dark eyes was sentenced to life only five months ago.  Her name is Yetta.

Lustig was operated on two years ago. He doesn't know why. But he does know that the operation didn't turn out right and he has been in bed ever since.


His Wife - Sick Too!

His wife is sick, too, but she has to drag herself around and rub him with alcohol and make beef tea. Her face is puffed with neuralgia. The cold, stale air of the room is maddening. Daily, she goes out to peek at the push carts, hoping vaguely that prices have fallen. She comes in and her face and her heart hurt.