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My Advice for a Safe and Happy Halloween by B.R. Merrick
October 31, 2008 I
anticipated it almost as much as Christmas when I was a kid.
You probably did, too. The
colors are just about off the trees, and the nights are far colder.
Just the way I like it. I
grew bored with it for a time when I was a teenager, relegating myself to
helping my mom decorate the front hall (in as macabre a fashion as she
would permit). But I am all
gung-ho for it once more, because I realize now that Halloween is probably
more anarchistic than all other holidays. And
I truly believe that all holidays are anarchistic in various ways,
excepting the fake days the government tries to sell us, usually resulting
in little more than one less day at the grind.
Beyond not having to go to work, who actually gives a damn about
Labor Day, Columbus Day, Veterans Day, Presidents Day, or Memorial Day? No,
an anarchist’s holiday is something more like Christmas.
The spontaneity of people decorating their houses trying to outdo
the neighbors, the charitable contributions, the giving of gifts to family
and friends, the get-togethers, the way that stores chime in with
decorations and sales, the simple change in greeting strangers with
“Happy Holidays” or “Merry Christmas.”
Thanksgiving is much the same way.
Valentine’s Day has its own organic rules.
The Irish invite everyone along for St. Patrick’s Day.
Cinco de Mayo means little to me, but I understand it’s on the
rise now, and mostly as a way for adults to find one more way to celebrate
something, anything. Probably
an excuse to drink. I don’t,
but if you do, more power to you. I
may not be a dad, but I know what the first and most important refrain is
that parents constantly teach their children: Don’t talk to strangers.
Personally, I think the most important one is: The meat cleaver is
not a toy. But how is it that
this maxim guarding against unknown grownups falls by the wayside one
night per year? When I was a
kid, parents didn’t even escort their children door to door for
trick-or-treating. That may
have changed, but little else has. You
still get candy for free, and often from strange adults.
So you’re not supposed to talk to strangers, but you’re
definitely not supposed to take candy from strangers, right?
Another custodial caution swept away for a single cold, dark night
every autumn. At
Christmastime, the gifts are usually exchanged between coworkers, friends,
lovers and families. At
Halloween, anybody who shows up at your door walks away with something for
free. Understand that true
charitable exchanges are always mutually beneficial.
Once, after a brief conversation with a homeless man on the streets
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same thing happens at Halloween. It’s
a quick fix, but it works. Dropping
candy into the bags of grateful kids will give you the same feeling.
You ought to get something out of every charitable act.
If you don’t, you’re either not doing it right or you’re not
doing the right thing at all. Trust
me. Handing out treats to
excited kids is always the right thing to do.
In any free market transaction, the mutual benefit should be
readily apparent, and fully appreciated. What
happened to all those tainted candy scares that marred Halloween when I
was growing up? It never
actually ruined anything for me, but mainstream media certainly did their
best. If you want to know what
happened, and happened quickly, just look at the free market response.
What candy company wants to lose sales at Halloween?
What candies are parents most likely to buy?
What candies are concerned neighbors, who want every trick-or-treat
stop at their house to be a pleasant one, going to buy?
Any public relations guru or marketing executive at any candy
company in this country will tell you what will sell. If
some loser tries to trick the treat by adding poison or other harmful
products, you can now tell by the wrapping.
No government mandate necessary.
It’s simple logic, really. The
demand
for safe candy, and the accompanying clamor for the continuance of a
long holiday tradition, will deliver safe candy. Parents
are a bit more cautious these days, and that’s understandable.
My parents never actually had us go trick-or-treating, but that was
okay with us, as there was always a party either at our church or for all
the neighborhood kids. I know
other parents who only do trick-or-treating at the homes of people they
know, which means a lot more driving than walking is involved.
There was no government
demand for this. When a
threat is perceived, parents, churches and communities will normally take
care of these things themselves. Sound
judgment at Halloween time does not need to be enforced, merely
encouraged; and not by the police, but by parents and neighbors. Halloween
means taking your kids out of the unnatural environment of public school
and “play dates.” They’ll
have an opportunity to see people they might not otherwise meet.
They’ll be out in the fresh air.
They’ll get a brief glimpse into how life is lived in other
people’s homes. They deserve
to know much, much more about their neighbors, but at least for one night
a year, they’ll see the normalcy, the ordinariness, and the sheer beauty
of other people’s lives: the young married couple down the street, the
widower next door, the retired couple a few blocks away, where that cat
that’s always sniffing around in your backyard mysteriously comes from.
These are they whom you live amongst.
You should know them. They
should know you. Halloween
will be good for you, too, now that I’ve married it to that loathsome
word: anarchy. No government
is needed to tell people how to celebrate, how to have fun, how to
associate, how to protect themselves, how to enlist free enterprise in
their enjoyment, how to decorate. Take
a walk with your kids, or stay home and load up on the goodies for
distribution, and just observe, as the original meaning of community comes
roaring back to life for a few magical hours. Just
for fun, and to get a little on the dangerous side, light a Jack-O-Lantern
with a real candle – without
having a fire extinguisher handy!
Wait. You were probably
going to do that already, weren’t you?
Well, then. See?
You’re on your way to being an official peace-loving, free
market-embracing anarchist already. Enjoy your Halloween, and the mutual satisfaction of small acts of anarchistic charity. B.R.
Merrick lives in the Northeast, is
proud to be a classical music reviewer
at Amazon.com
and iTunes, and in spite of the poisonous nature of television, God
Himself will have to pry his DVDs of “Monty Python’s Flying
Circus” out of his cold, dead hands, under threat of eternal damnation.
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