Among the most
accomplished and fabled tribes of Africa, no tribe was considered to have
warriors more fearsome or more intelligent than the mighty Masai. It is perhaps
surprising then to learn the traditional greeting that passed between Masai
warriors. “Kasserian ingera, “ one would always say to another. It means, “and
how are the children?”
It is still the traditional
greeting among the Masai, acknowledging the high value that the Masai always
place on their children’s’ well-being. Even warriors with no children of their own would always
give the traditional answer. “All the children are well.” Meaning, of course,
that peace and safety prevail, that the priorities of protecting the young, the
powerless are in place, that Masai society has not forgotten its reason for
being, its proper functions and responsibilities. “All the children are well”
means that life is good. It means that the daily struggles of existence, even
among a poor people, do not preclude proper caring for its young.
I wonder how it might
affect our consciousness of our own children’s’ welfare if in our culture we
took to greeting each other with this same daily question: “And how are the
children?” I wonder if we heard that question and passed it along to each other
a dozen times a day, if it would begin to make a difference in the reality of
how children are thought of or cared for in this country?
I wonder if every adult
among us, parent and non-parent alike, felt an equal weight for the daily care
and protection of all the children in our town, in our state, in our
country...I wonder if we could truly say without any hesitation, “the children
are well, yes, all the children are well.”
What would it be like...if
the President began every press conference, every public appearance, by
answering the question, “And how are the children, Mr. President?” If every
governor of every state had to answer the same question at every press
conference: “And how are the children, Governor? Are they all well?” Wouldn’t
it be interesting to hear their answers?
Written by Rev. Dr.
Patrick T. O'Neill, Senior Minister of First Unitarian Church of Wilmington,
Delaware. Written in 1991 as a sermon for the First Parish in Framingham, MA.
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