DOES THE MORAL ARC OF THE UNIVERSE BEND TOWARD JUSTICE?
COMPILATION AND COMMENTARY
BY LUCY WARNER
NOVEMBER 18, 2017


"[IF WE] BECOME THE PARTY OF ROY MOORE AND DONALD TRUMP, WE ARE TOAST," FLAKE IS OVERHEARD SAYING TO MESA, ARIZONA, MAYOR JOHN GILES.

ONE OF THE MOST IMPORTANT THINGS I HAVE EVER HEARD FOR THOSE OF US WHO ARE AGNOSTICS, IS THAT “GOD WORKS THROUGH PEOPLE.” I BELIEVE ONLY WHAT I CAN EXPERIENCE IN SOME WAY OR ANOTHER, BECAUSE THAT’S JUST HOW AGNOSTICS ARE; BUT I HAVE SEEN THAT A GREAT DEAL OF WHAT IS GOOD DOES COME FROM PEOPLE, AND I BELIEVE IN GOOD VERSUS EVIL. THE ORIGINAL GOOD, IN MY VIEW, IS THE WORLD OF NATURE, WHERE IF THERE IS ABUSE IT IS NOT CRUELTY. A CAT “PLAYING” WITH A NEARLY DEAD MOUSE IS NOT DOING IT WITH A DESIRE TO INFLICT PAIN, BUT AS A REFLEX BORN INTO FELINE NATURE. SIMILARLY, A DOG WILL VERY OFTEN CHASE ANY SMALL CREATURE THAT IT FINDS, BECAUSE NO LOGIC TELLS IT NOT TO DO SUCH THINGS. ON THE “GOOD” SIDE, HOWEVER, FEMALES OF BOTH SPECIES HAVE BEEN KNOWN TO “ADOPT” A BABY ANIMAL OF SOME OTHER KIND TO NURSE. WE AS HUMANS, IF WE ARE NORMALLY INTELLIGENT AND MENTALLY HEALTHY, WILL “ARC TOWARD” KINDNESS OVER CRUELTY. THAT TO ME IS WHAT “JUSTICE” IS ALL ABOUT. THAT ISN’T JUST MY WISHFUL THINKING, BUT A TRUTH BORNE OUT BY CONSIDERABLE EVIDENCE. I BELIEVE THAT IS WHAT JESUS WAS DESCRIBING WHEN HE CHARACTERIZED US AS A MIXTURE OF GOOD AND EVIL. IN A CIVILIZED SOCIETY, WE TRY TO MAXIMIZE THE GOOD AND REFUSE TO DO KNOWN EVIL. TO A GREAT DEGREE, HOWEVER, WE ARE JUST LIKE DOGS AND CATS IN THAT OUR IDEA OF RIGHT AND WRONG IS BUILT INTO OUR INSTINCTS.

PEOPLE FOLLOW EACH OTHER FROM ONE NEW PIECE OF KNOWLEDGE TO ANOTHER AND FROM THAT DEVELOPS SCIENCE AND PHILOSOPHY. I BELIEVE THAT FOR THE MOST PART, BOTH OF THOSE THINGS ARE GOOD. BEFORE THE INVENTION OF THE MICROSCOPE THE “GERM THEORY OF DISEASE” WAS AN APPARENT IMPOSSIBILITY. BESIDES, EVERYBODY KNEW THAT WITCHES CAUSED SICKNESS, SO THE RIGHT THING TO DO WAS TO KILL THEM, AND IN THE MOST HORRIBLE WAY POSSIBLE. THE FIRST WORK ON THE MAGNIFYING POWER OF GLASS WAS DONE BY THE GREEKS AND ROMANS; BUT WHEN A SERIES OF SCIENTISTS, ONE AFTER THE OTHER, BUILT AND USED A TRUE MICROSCOPE, “GERMS” WERE SEEN AND STUDIED FOR THE FIRST TIME. THAT WAS GOD AT WORK, IN MY VIEW, BUT IT WAS ALSO THE ESSENTIAL ELEMENT OF SCIENCE. SCIENCE IS EXPERIMENTATION, OBSERVATION, LOGIC AND DISCOVERY. SO, SCIENCE AND BELIEF ARE NOT IRRECONCILABLE, BUT DIRECTLY RELATED; AND SOMEWHERE IN THE MIX LIVES TRUTH.

THE FOLLOWING ARTICLE QUESTIONS WHETHER OR NOT IT IS TRUE THAT THERE IS AN INNATE BENT IN THE UNIVERSE TOWARD JUSTICE. I PERSONALLY THINK THAT IN AN ATMOSPHERE OF FREE THOUGHT AND GROUP DISCUSSION, THE SUBJECT OF ETHICS AND MORALS WILL INEVITABLY COME UP, AND JUSTICE WILL BE DISCUSSED. IT’S ONE OF THE THINGS THAT PEOPLE REALLY CARE A GREAT DEAL ABOUT, ONCE THEIR CREATURE NEEDS ARE MET. UNFORTUNATELY, WHEN FOOD IS MEAGRE, ALMOST NO ONE GOES TO SCHOOL, AND FORCE RULES THE DECISION-MAKING PROCESS, THAT MAY WELL NOT BE THE CASE. IT IS MY BELIEF AND HOPE, HOWEVER, THAT IF A SOCIETY SURVIVES LONG ENOUGH, SOMETHING LIKE JUSTICE WILL EMERGE AND GROW.

JUSTICE, LIKE ALL GOODNESS, IS A FRAGILE THING AND MUST BE MAINTAINED CONSISTENTLY, BECAUSE IT IS NOT AS AGGRESSIVELY FORCEFUL AS EVIL. BECAUSE WE ALL HAVE AT LEAST A LITTLE OF IT IN US, HOWEVER, IF LIVING CONDITIONS AREN’T TOO TERRIBLE, THE SOCIETY AS A WHOLE WILL THEN TEND TO MOVE TOWARD ONE THAT IS CHARACTERIZED MORE BY GOOD THAN EVIL. THAT HAPPENS AS MENTAL HEALTH BECOMES DOMINANT IN THE POPULATION. IT’S A MATTER OF NUMBERS AND INTELLECTUAL DEVELOPMENT.

WE ARE AT A DECISION POINT NOW, AT WHICH I AND MANY OTHERS BELIEVE WE SHOULD BE LOOKING CLOSELY AT WHAT JUSTICE IS. IS DOMINATION BY THE STRONGEST AND MOST WEALTHY JUSTICE? I DON’T THINK SO. THE RIGHTISTS DISAGREE WITH ME, BUT TO ONE DEGREE OR ANOTHER, MOST AMERICANS DO NOT, JUDGING FROM THE EVIDENCE THAT I AM SEEING IN THIS PERIOD OF OUR HISTORY. WHEN A FASCISTIC VIEW OR ACTIVITY EMERGES, A SIGNIFICANT PORTION OF THE US POPULATION USUALLY STAND UP IN OPPOSITION. DEMAGOGUES MAY WIN THE BATTLE, BUT NOT THE WAR; AND EVEN IF THEY DO, THEIR REIGN WON’T LAST FOREVER. MENTAL AND EMOTIONAL CORRUPTION IS A DEADLY ILLNESS TO THOSE WHO TAKE JOY IN IT. PEOPLE IN THIS COUNTRY ARE TOO ACCUSTOMED TO HAVING AND EXERCISING OUR HUMAN RIGHTS TO GIVE THEM UP WITHOUT A FIGHT. GET OUT YOUR OLD TATTERED BOOK OF SHAKESPEARE PLAYS AND READ “JULIUS CAESAR.”


https://www.cbsnews.com/news/jeff-flake-hot-mic-gop-will-be-toast-party-of-trump-and-moore/
By KATHRYN WATSON CBS NEWS November 18, 2017, 3:10 PM
Flake, on hot mic, says GOP will be "toast" if it's the party of Trump and Moore

Outspoken Republican Sen. Jeff Flake of Arizona was heard on a hot mic Saturday saying the Republican Party will be "toast" if it is defined by figures like President Trump and Alabama Republican Roy Moore.

Flake, whose comments were caught on a microphone of ABC local affiliate KNXV, was speaking with a friend at the time after finishing a town hall on tax reform.

"[If we] become the party of Roy Moore and Donald Trump, we are toast," Flake is overheard saying to Mesa, Arizona, Mayor John Giles.

From the local station's cut, it isn't entirely clear how Flake began the sentence, but Flake's office told the station he used the words, "if we" before the hot mic picked up his comments. KNXV's camera began to roll mid-sentence.

It isn't the first time Flake has criticized Moore, Mr. Trump or the Republican Party as a whole. Flake had criticized the president for weeks before announcing he will not run for re-election in 2018, saying he "will not be complicit or silent" about the direction of the GOP. He has called the president's behavior "dangerous" for democracy.

After multiple women came forward accusing Moore of inappropriately pursuing or sexually touching them when they were teens, Flake said he would "run to the polling place to vote for the Democrat" if he was an Alabama voter.

The accusations against Moore have thrown the GOP into a political crisis, weeks ahead of the special Dec. 12 election between Moore and Democrat Doug Jones. Moore has only intensified his attacks against Senate Majority Leader Mitch McConnell, The Washington Post -- which first reported the allegations -- and his accusers themselves.

The accusations against Moore have also put the White House in a difficult situation politically, as at least 16 women have accused Mr. Trump of behaving inappropriately towards them. Mr. Trump has yet to personally address the accusations against Moore, although White House press secretary Sarah Sanders has said he believes Moore will do the "right thing" and step aside "if" the allegations are true. Sanders has refused to answer further questions about the president's own accusers.

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“... FITTINGLY, HE LIVED NOT FAR FROM WHERE WE SIT, IN BOSTON. FITTINGLY, HE WAS AN ABOLITIONIST, A CHANGE-MAKER, AN ACTIVIST. A TROUBLEMAKER OF OUR KIND.”

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05/31/2013 01:52 pm ET | Updated Jul 31, 2013
The Moral Arc of the Universe Bends Towards Justice, But It Will Not Happen on Its Own

Skoll Global Threats Fund president Larry Brilliant was the commencement speaker at the Harvard School of Public Health’s commencement yesterday. Here’s the text of his speech as prepared for delivery (Cross-posted from the Skoll Global Threats Fund blog).

Graduating students of the class of 2013, and your families and partners and friends...

Distinguished members of the faculty. All of the entire School of Public Health community

Thank you for inviting me to speak to you today.

It’s a pleasure to see some familiar faces and friends here today. I’m happy to see John Brownstein, from the Harvard Medical School and Flu Near You, whom we’re partnering with on some really interesting work on digital disease surveillance. John is proof that you can be a PhD and do practical things in public health.

I particularly want to welcome Andy Epstein. You may have known her husband, Paul Epstein, who sadly died a year and half ago. Paul founded the Harvard Center for Health and the Global Environment. He taught classes at the School of Public Health on climate and health and he set the gold standard for combining science and advocacy.....and love.

Paul, Andy and my wife, Girija, and I came together when we were interns in San Francisco around the time of the Summer of Love. Coming here today, I’ve been thinking about that time, in the late 60s and 70s, when Paul and Andy and Girija and I were activists. We had dedicated ourselves to change the practice of medicine, to make health care work for the poor, the vulnerable, the weak. We were activists and we were optimists.

All of you are at some level activists, at some level optimists. Do you remember the first time you decided on a career in public health, in serving the people, as an activist for social justice?

I know the very minute the virus of activism infected me.

On Nov. 5, 1962, the Reverend Martin Luther King visited the University of Michigan. It was a dramatic time. The world teetered on the brink of nuclear madness during the Cuban Missile Crisis. Federal troops were on patrol after the first black student was admitted to Ole Miss. And Bob Dylan was singin’ “A Hard Rain’s a-Gonna Fall.”

I was a completely clueless sophomore, locked in my own selfish bubble. But I went to hear Martin Luther King as he spoke that day in a way that made us feel it was our destiny to become activists. We jumped on stage and stayed there as his soaring rhetoric and the truth of his life, his example, called everyone who heard him to a life of service, to social justice, a life that for me became public health.

A small group of us sat around him for several hours, listening, mesmerized. We could not let him go.

He said that “the arc of moral universe is long, but it bends towards justice.” He was not the first to speak of the arc of the moral universe bending towards justice. Albert Einstein talked of it. Theodore Parker, a Unitarian Minister, was probably the first. Fittingly, he lived not far from where we sit, in Boston. Fittingly, he was an abolitionist, a change-maker, an activist. A troublemaker of our kind.

But for me, when I heard Martin Luther King say “the arc of the moral universe is long, but it tends towards justice” - it might have been the anthem of the 60s - it struck home. We all signed up for the cause. We marched in Selma, Ala., in Mississippi, and in Washington D.C., for freedom, social change, and civil rights. We marched against secret wars in Southeast Asia.

We had sit-ins and teach-ins and joined an alphabet soup of civil rights organizations: CORE, SNCC, and NAACP. We learned non-violence, to sit-in at the lunch counter at Woolworths, and absorb body blows without hitting back. In medical school, I joined the Medical Committee for Human Rights, put on a white coat with an ostentatious stethoscope, and joined a cadre of medical students, nurses, and public health activists and we marched with Dr. King, surrounding him as if our white coats could protect him. One day in Chicago, at an antiwar march, hundreds of us were arrested marching with Reverend King. There we so many of us they could not put us in regular jail. They had to make a pretend jail to keep so many. That’s a lesson for activists who plan to get arrested. Figure out in advance how to go to pretend jail.

We won some and lost some, but we successfully stopped the Vietnam War and passed the Voting and Civil Rights Acts. My generation planted seeds that would later embolden movements for women’s rights and gay rights and yes, we felt that, indeed the arc of the moral universe was long, but it did bend toward justice.

And that is how I wound up with Paul Epstein and Andy Epstein and half a dozen other activists, deciding we would all do our internships—and perhaps wreck [sic] havoc—on the same city. Poor San Francisco, it was not ready for us.

A few days before our internship started, a glossy expensive doctors’ magazine called “World Medical News” put a photo of five graduating activist medical students on its cover.

They wrote: “Watch out doctors! Watch out hospitals where they will intern! These young revolutionaries are coming. They will destroy your wealth and privileges.”

I guess they thought they had detected the ringleaders of a conspiracy, and they were not completely wrong. We believed, unlike the AMA of the time, that health care was not a privilege, it was a basic human right. And we believed that to deprive anyone of basic health care was immoral, as a clinician and as a country. Something about inalienable rights and “life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.” I still believe that. Don’t you?

I looked at that photo yesterday, thinking I was going to see Andy today. I don’t believe we looked menacing at all, just scared kids, like most of my generation—-angry about an unjust war, fighting for civil rights. But the hospital I was interning thought I was menacing, I guess.

Internships began on July 1st. When I walked into the hospital on my first day, that magazine cover picture was everywhere. Hundreds of copies posted on every bulletin board in the place, each with a bull’s eye painted around my head. They did not intend that bull’s eye to be a halo!

Several bull’s eyes had a hypodermic syringe stuck in my nose. Below each one was written: “Presbyterian Hospital Welcomes Its New Revolutionary Intern.” Oh, yes...

And maybe it was a coincidence, but maybe it wasn’t: instead of the usual intern’s 24 hours on, 24 off, the first rotation I was assigned was for 96 hours straight in the intensive care ward. By the end of my four days on, I was exhausted, useless, sure I was making lousy medical decisions and sure the hospital had jeopardized the health of patients to make a political point.

But that was a different era, and we were bold. On July 5th, we interns issued a press release. On July 6th, we organized an interns and residents union. On July 7, we went on strike for better patient care. Three days later, the hospital caved in and agreed to our demands for better and more inclusive patient care.

The old guard did not believe that “Health care is a right and not a privilege.” Some of those same forces are around today in Congress and are trying to undermine and undo the Affordable Health Care Act. They would exclude 45 million uninsured from getting health care. Who are these people who value profits over public health? They are the same forces that fought the 60s idea of health as a a human right.

I have to admit that, although we held the moral high ground, we were very arrogant and stubborn. Not all of the older clinicians saw the the civil rights movement as a threat to their status. Some looked at us long-haired, shaggy, hippie doctors and saw a threat to their patients. Once we understood that the middle ground was good and inclusive patient care, we began to work together.

Both sides were right in a way. I soon learned how many of those who were indifferent to the social causes I cared about were actually much better clinicians than I. Many worked longer hours, putting their patients’ care at the center of their world.

As for my generation of young radicals, we had prejudged a mostly conservative profession, assuming they couldn’t be good doctors for being out of touch with the great social upheaval of the time, for not understanding the needs of the marginalized, for not seeing the patterns and linkages between disease and poverty, the relationship between social justice and life expectancy and how the battle then, as now, was about dignity and human rights.

And here is the point as you go forward. Somehow, these two sides of our national health debate—one outward looking at social justice and inclusion and one looking inward at high quality patient care that is exclusionary, met then and must meet now on sacred ground, sharing the profound obligation — and great joy — of improving the health of the people.

The fire of that battle in the 60s and early 70s catalyzed great expansion in public health. New areas of study and practice - medical care organization, community medicine, preventive medicine, social medicine - got created. The EIS corps and epidemiology got a boost when young men could avoid the draft by going to CDC as epidemiologists instead of going to war or going to Canada! Much of this centered around Harvard, which played an outsized role in the new alphabet soup of activist public health: MCHR, PSR, SHO, and so many others.

Political activism fueled many public health careers, but, in those days, there was also the counterculture.

You know of the infamous Alcatraz prison? You may not know that, 40 years ago, a band of Native Americans took over Alcatraz, symbolic of their idea of liberating land that once was taken by the US government from the hands of Indians. One woman, a Sioux Indian named Lou Trudell, part of that occupation, was 9 months pregnant, about to deliver a baby in that cold, old prison—where there was no water, no electricity and no medical care. A newspaper columnist wrote a challenge: is there no doctor willing to live on Alcatraz and deliver this baby? Of course—I went. I hitchhiked on a local boat, lived on the island with the Indians for almost a month, helped Lou deliver the baby. They named the baby Wovoka after the founder of the Ghost Dance religion. I know that there was no electricity on that cold prison island, but when that Indian baby was born on free Indian land, there was electricity of a different sort. A mystical electricity. It was a deep emotional experience for everyone on the Island, whatever the color of their skin.

After I was lifted by helicopter off Alcatraz to dry land in San Francisco, I was met with dozens of TV cameras asking me “what do the Indians want?” How could I really know? I had never met a Native American until three weeks earlier. Somehow, in a way I still don’t understand, someone at Warner Brothers saw my anxious TV performance and asked me to play a young doctor in a movie called Medicine Ball Caravan — about the Grateful Dead and the Jefferson Airplane and rock bands. I became a rock doc. You’ve heard the expression, “you are either on the bus or off the bus?” I was definitely on the bus. I left medicine for a time to join my dear friend Wavy Gravy’s Hog Farm commune, and traveled on funny, painted hippie buses from London to Kathmandu, living for weeks at a time in Iran, Iraq Afghanistan, Pakistan, India and Nepal.

I wound up with my wife in a Himalayan ashram for two years. I nearly forgot all about medicine. We studied Hindu, Buddhist, Muslim, Christian and Jewish texts. And meditated.

My teacher, my guru, Neem Karoli Baba, was a wonderful and very wise renunciate. And we all thought he could see the future somehow. One day, while I was trying to meditate, my guru yelled my name (he called me “Doctor America). “Doctor America,” he said, it was my destiny to leave the monastery, leave the mountains, to join the WHO team that was being assembled in New Delhi to eradicate smallpox. He said smallpox would be eradicated, that it was God’s gift to humanity to lift one form of suffering from our shoulders, it was God’s gift because of the dedication of public health workers. How he knew smallpox could be, would be eradicated, I will never understand. I was 27 and had never seen a case of smallpox, and this was to be my first real job out of medical school.

The first time I saw a village full of people dying of smallpox, it was like an image from Hieronymus Bosch or an engraving of Dante’s inferno. But this was real. When I arrived in that infected village in a big jeep with a big UN seal on it, a mother rushed up to the jeep carrying a four year old boy. She asked me to heal him. But the boy was long dead. Everywhere children were coughing, covered with excruciating lesions. Parents standing by helplessly, watching them die. Some places, we were told, the rivers did not run because they were clogged with corpses.

Smallpox was arguably the worst disease in human history. It had killed more than half a billion people - really, 500 million! - in the 20th Century alone. Two dozen kings and queens and emperors and dictators died from smallpox. Wealth and privilege could not protect you from a truly excruciating death. Pustules and scabs covered every inch of your body.

There were no intensive care rooms, no clinical care - no treatment options - only the fight to prevent the next case. One-third of the victims died. There were almost 200,000 cases in India the year we began.

To eradicate smallpox, we had to find every case in the world, every virus, without exception, and put a ring of immunity around it. So that’s what we did. Over the next few years, 150,000 health workers visited every house in India searching for hidden cases of smallpox. We made more than one billion house calls. And in October of 1977, I went to the most remote bottom of Bangladesh to see what would be the last human infection in nature of Variola Major - the end of a chain of transmission of the disease of more than 5000 years, that had killed Pharaoh Ramses himself and might have scared the faces of many of Jesus’, Moses’ or Buddha’s disciples. A young girl named Rahima Banu in Bhola Island, Bangladesh. I saw her after her scabs had fallen off, and contemplated that, when she coughed, the last virus of Variola major fell on the hot parched land of Kuralia village, the last virus died from that chain of transmission going back to Ramses, to biblical times. I cried like a baby, so relieved, so happy the demon of smallpox was dead, so honored to be a small part of it.

In a way, my life was set. I had not yet gone to public health school, I had not yet studied epidemiology formally, I did not yet have my MPH, but I knew I would. And I knew I would always be a public health worker. No matter how hard, no matter the long hours, nothing could be more noble.

Bill Foege, my mentor, the legendary epidemiologist who would go on to head CDC and inspire the Gates Foundation commitment to global health, crafted the strategy of surveillance and containment that saved the world from smallpox. Bill took me to see my first case of smallpox. Bill is very very tall. We would go into villages to vaccinate kids and look for cases of smallpox. But the kids would all hide. Because I spoke Hindi, he told me to tell all the children that the “tallest man in the world had come to their villages.” They came to see him and we vaccinated them. Bill taught me to get the same sense of personal satisfaction watching the epidemic curve drop as watching a child’s fever chart. Hidden in those dry graphs and charts were the stories of hundreds of thousands of individual life and death struggles .

I spent ten years in India and Asia fighting smallpox. I had been the youngest member of the WHO smalIpox [sic] team. I was the last to leave, I turned off the lights and packed up the archives.

Smallpox was the first and so far, only disease ever eradicated from the world.

I expect and pray that another ancient disease, polio, will soon follow into the dustbin of history, before you finish the first years in your new careers. Thanks to the WHO, Rotary and the Gates Foundation for sticking with polio, despite the murder of public health workers in Afghanistan and Pakistan. Plus, the Carter Center has had much success against another eradicable disease—another ancient biblical disease— Guinea Worm or dracunculiasis, the fiery serpent. Dracuncliasis is written about in the 2nd cent BC Greek and Egyptian Chronicles.

It is a great race to see which of these two ancient scourges will be eradicated first! polio and Guinea Worm, each endemic now in only 3 or 4 countries. Maybe it will be a photo finish. That would be nice. Because if smallpox is the only disease in history eradicated, it will be an anomaly, an anecdote, a footnote—- but if two or three diseases have been eradicated, that will be a huge boost to global public health workers.

And then we can go after pandemics. With the new digital disease detection systems like Healthmap, GPHIN, ProMed, Google Flu Trends and Flu Near You and new governance systems like CORDS - I have high hopes we can end pandemics in your lifetimes. This is another race — between inevitable pandemics if we do nothing, and the new technologies that could put pandemics in the same dustbin of history where we have this image of smallpox, polio and Guinea Worm sitting, waiting for company.

After we eradicated smallpox, some of the smallpox warriors, as we fancied ourselves, wanted to do it again, and we started the Seva Foundation to apply the same kind of scale to giving back sight surgically to poor blind people. We took what we learned in smallpox eradication and raised funds from old friends like Steve Jobs. By driving the price of a sight restoring operation to (then) $5, we could deliver service at scale to anyone in the world. Seva, and our partner, the Aravind Eye Hospital, have restored sight to more than 3 million people.

So that’s my story. Today begins your story, your turn. Your generation, your adverntures. And public health is a great adventure, filled with so many possibilities. If you want, you can work on a much larger scale than individual doctors. Or you can work with a small local health department. Either way, you will find joy and satisfaction in public health.

You may fight for animal rights or human rights. You may work on poor eyesight or mental illness. Or you may crack the epidemiological or genomic mysteries of cancer or heart disease.

You may challenge the government, corporations, or special interests to right wrongs local or global. You may seek to lessen the burden on the poor, or battle to bring water, health care, and education to those who need it.

You are a change-maker, part of the warp and weft of social change. Whether you work on improving the social justice of public health, like Paul Farmer, or fight the terrible effects of climate change on health, like Paul Epstein, you can be a public health hero.

When you work on public health, when you chose the noble path of working for the health of the public, you inherit the great tradition of those who came before you.

Class of 2013: I wish you amazing, transformative lives and adventures, filled with inspiration, hard work, equanimity, and joy.

Class of 2013: Today you inherit a magnificent tradition and embark on a noble profession.

Every single day, you’ll have the power to change lives. You’ll give hope and health to your communities and your world, even when the news is bad.

In the sixties, when my generation was shell-shocked by the assassinations of Martin Luther King, John F. Kennedy, and Robert Kennedy, and the daily death toll from the war in Vietnam depressed us beyond imagination, a San Francisco radio reporter, Skoop Nisker, ended every news broadcast by urging his listeners, “The news is bad today. But if you don’t like today’s news, go out and make some of your own.”

Class of 2013: From today on, the narrative of history is now in your hands. If ever you don’t like today’s news, go out and make your own.

Class of 2013, new members of the public health community, congratulations! Your teachers, your parents, your partners and all of us who went ahead of you are proud to welcome you.

Here is my parting request. Listen up!

Whether it was Dr King or someone else who first imagined the arc of the moral universe bending towards justice, you can be damn sure they did not mean that history bends toward justice all on its own. Look around you. It is far from automatic. It is a battle for the poor, a battle for justice, a battle to lift the health of the public.

Here is what I ask of you: Imagine that arc of history that Reverend King inspired us with. It’s right here. The arc of the universe needs your help to bend towards justice. It will not happen on its own. The arc of history will not bend towards justice without you bending it. Public health needs you to ensure health for all. Seize that history. Bend that arc. I want you to leap up, to jump up and grab that arc of history with both hands, and yank it down, twist it, and bend it. Bend it towards fairness, bend it towards better health for all, bend it towards justice!

That’s your noble calling of public health. Welcome.

Thank you.

Larry Brilliant, M.D.
Physician, epidemiologist, president of the Skoll Global Threats Fund

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