Script of Charity
For no reason that bears scrutiny I have, on my side of the window, food – food you seek with “Please”, food I pass to you, and you say “Thank you” (then our smiles), and then I say, “You’re welcome.” The script of charity assigns your lines: "Please." “If it pleases you." “You can give or withhold. I hope to please you with my ‘Please’.” (Of course there’s no withholding – I’m here to give. But I can have attitude, be impatient, grouchy, rough – and still give lunch, feel “helping” and get thanked.) You say, “Thank you.” “I hope my gratitude means I can ask again tomorrow, ‘If you please.’” And my line, also assigned: “You’re welcome” says, “Yes. You can.” It’s the script of charity – the default of good people, but not innocent. Even less innocent, someone says, “Beggars can’t be choosers.” But isn’t it our choosing makes us human, isn’t agency our human coin? What? “Beggars can’t be humans”? One day a rabbi fed a crowd with food they al