Let America Be America Again: An Oracle of Langston Hughes

I remember learning about Langston Hughes at some point, maybe in high school. I am sure we read one (I am sure it was no more than one) of his poems, and talked about him in the context of the Harlem Renaissance. I’m also fairly certain that whichever poem we read was not “Let America Be America Again.”

Hughes wrote the piece in 1935. I didn’t learn it in 1995, ’96, ’97, or ’98. I came across it last night on a poetry playlist on Spotify. Amazing how prescient, especially considering the ironic foreshadowing of the prime political slogan and dog whistle of the last decade. An excerpt, lest you think Hughes was only concerned with things going on in Harlem:

Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark?
And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?

I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart,
I am the Negro bearing slavery’s scars.
I am the red man driven from the land,
I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek—
And finding only the same old stupid plan
Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.”

Read the full poem here: Let America Be America Again by Langston Hughes

How the Big Beautiful Bill Threatens Everyone

I’ve done both street-level and systems-level work with—and among—the people who are about to lose their healthcare because of the so-called “Big Beautiful Bill.”

I want to dispel a few persistent myths—about the people most affected by this legislation and about what’s actually happening behind the political spin.

1. The Myth of the Idle Poor

One of the favorite talking points of BBB supporters is that this bill only takes Medicaid away from “able-bodied, able-minded” individuals who simply refuse to work. If only that were true.

In all my experience, I’ve never met a person who actually wants to be homeless, who prefers instability, or who wouldn’t welcome connection to services—most of which only become available once you have a permanent address.

I have met countless individuals who are clearly disabled, yet have not been officially classified as such by the Social Security Administration. Why not? Because the process is deeply flawed.

Homeless people, by definition, have no stable, permanent address. That should be obvious.  It should also be obvious that a safety net that requires an address can’t possibly catch or help the most vulnerable.  Homelessness  makes it nearly impossible to receive correspondence, fill out paperwork, or remain in contact with agencies. And even when those hurdles are somehow overcome, the SSA routinely denies initial applications—sometimes automatically.

I’ve seen cases take years to resolve, even when the person has clear medical documentation and even when highly trained social workers and counselors are doing everything right.

Until now, Medicaid has been a critical lifeline during this liminal period—a bridge that allows people to access care while navigating the slow-moving machinery of disability classification. When the BBB kicks in, that lifeline will be cut.

And when it is, thousands of people stuck in this bureaucratic no-man’s-land will be left with nothing. It’s not just immoral. It’s economically reckless.

2. The Myth of Government Waste

Another popular refrain is that Medicaid is bloated, mismanaged, and wasteful—that it’s a drain on public resources and ripe for cuts. But this argument falls apart when you look at the actual impact of the program.

Medicaid isn’t just a health plan. It’s one of our most cost-effective tools for preventing larger-scale social and economic crises. It keeps people out of emergency rooms, where care is exponentially more expensive. It reduces hospitalizations. It lowers incarceration rates and decreases the burden on mental health and addiction systems. In short, it keeps people stable.

Cutting Medicaid in the name of “fiscal responsibility” is like smashing the brakes on your car to save gas. You may feel like you’re saving something now, but you’re setting yourself up for disaster later. We will pay for these problems one way or another. The only question is whether we’ll do it preventively—with dignity and foresight—or reactively, through crisis management that’s far more expensive and far less humane.

3. The Myth of the Deserving vs. Undeserving Poor

Perhaps the most harmful myth of all is the one that divides people into the “deserving” and the “undeserving” poor. We’ve told this story in American policy and culture for generations. It’s the quiet moral justification behind countless cuts, restrictions, and barriers.

But real life doesn’t fit neatly into those categories. People lose jobs. They get sick. They flee violence. They struggle with trauma, addiction, and mental illness—often without support. These aren’t personal failings; they’re deeply human realities, compounded by structural inequities: underfunded schools, unaffordable housing, generational poverty, systemic injustices that cut across race, gender, and geography. 

To speak of “undeserving” poor is to ignore these realities—and to ignore our own responsibility. It allows us to believe that someone else’s suffering is somehow earned, or inevitable, or irrelevant. The BBB doesn’t punish people for poor choices made with the best of intentions.  It punishes them for circumstances they were born or thrust into.  It punishes homeless veterans, opioid addicts, people in poverty regardless of color, and, ironically, it punishes many of the people who think they support it.

What’s more, many people don’t even realize that the healthcare they rely on is Medicaid—because it goes by different names in different states. In some places it’s called MassHealth, in others, TennCare, or Medi-Cal. These programs may feel local or distinct, but they’re all part of the broader Medicaid system. That means people who support the so-called Big Beautiful Bill may not even realize that they’re voting to gut their own coverage—or the coverage that keeps their parents, neighbors, or children healthy. The disconnect is dangerous, and it’s being exploited.

Where This Leads

The “Big Beautiful Bill” isn’t beautiful. It’s devastating. It punishes the vulnerable while claiming to protect taxpayers. It strips essential care from people already fighting uphill battles against illness, poverty, and bureaucracy. And it does so based on myths that are convenient for those in power—but ruinous for the rest of us.

The Big Beautiful Bill Threatens Minnesota’s Boundary Waters

A month ago, I would have told you that opening federal land on the periphery of the Boundary Waters to mining was a terrible idea.

Since this article was published, I’ve been there. Some of me still is (not just the 5 lbs I lost rowing, portaging, and camping). I can’t put into words what this place is like. And the Big Beautiful Bill puts one of America’s most important and impressive natural resources at risk.

From the linked article, published by the Guardian and the Public Domain:

Earlier this month, conservationists cheered when Congress withdrew from the reconciliation bill several provisions that would have sold off hundreds of thousands of acres of federal land in Nevada and Utah. Those provisions had sparked fury among public land advocates and staunch opposition even from some Republicans, including the representative Ryan Zinke of Montana, who vowed to oppose the bill if the land sell-off provisions were retained.

Despite that fury, a lesser-known public lands giveaway remained in the reconciliation bill. If approved as currently written, the provision could lease in perpetuity land near Minnesota’s Boundary Waters wilderness, an enormous complex of pristine lakes and untrammeled forests, to Twin Metals Minnesota, a subsidiary of the Chilean mining giant Antofagasta PLC.

Becky Rom, the national chair of Save the Boundary Waters, a campaign to protect the wilderness area from mining, described the provision as “a giveaway of critical and sensitive federal public land forever to a single mining company”.

“It is a giveaway,” Rom added. “This is forever.”

The “Big Beautiful Bill” has been passed. The Boundary Waters might seem inconsequential in light of the real human damage cuts to Medicaid will cause. But we need to be doing more large-scale environmental protection, not less. It’s not about securing scenic vistas for would-be poets; it’s about the things that can happen when people and polities (in this case, the US, Canada, the Ojibwe, Minnesota, Ontario, Manitoba, and more) work together to preserve a natural heritage that’s every bit the right that life and liberty (and in some jurisdictions, healthcare), are.

Part of me wishes I were still on the water. All of me wishes there were a line item in the federal budget for every American to make the trip. You can’t really appreciate what’s at stake until you’ve been there.

We’ve gone to great lengths to remove ourselves from the severities of nature; I get it, that’s what humans do. We move, we learn, we grow. But we’re also inextricably connected to places far less hospitable than the houses, neighborhoods, or cities we call home. Spend a few hours in the ocean. On the lake. Do it wisely, but open yourself up to pristine settings, natural beauty, spend a week without plumbing or TV. Go someplace where you can really see the stars.

Take a hike. Grow a plant. Consider the supply chains and the net strain of most convenience.

This is what I was getting at with this poem, a relatively small example. There’s so much more at stake.

Revamping My Writer Bio (Feel Free to Chime In)

The flurry of activity.

I took a good look at some things I’d felt were finished years ago. Printed them out. Marked them up.

Some have stayed the same. Some are now better. Many are on their way out the door; we hope for good journeys and stoked editorial reception.

What do we think of this as a streamlined bio?:

Chris Cocca is a Pushcart-nominated poet and writer whose work explores spirituality, memory, and place. His writing has appeared in The Huffington Post, Brevity, Hobart, Appalachian Review, VIA: Voices in Italian Americana, Belt, Schuylkill Valley Journal, and more. He holds degrees from Ursinus College, Yale Divinity School, and an MFA from The New School. Chris lives in Allentown, where he continues to write, teach, and advocate.

Native to You

About a year ago, I made a decision to stop submitting to literary journals. I wanted to see how the industry (that’s a bad word for an artistic ecosystem that hardly pays anyone) would respond to the fact that AI was already making very human-seeming pieces.

I don’t think that’s been resolved. It’s just a new point in the honor system. Borrow, don’t steal. Use AI for research, but write your own material (otherwise, what’s the point?) Click here to affirm that this piece was written by the interplay of experience and operating system native to you, only to you. This makes me think, for some reason, of Rives saying “I am the emperor of oranges, I am the emperor of oranges, I am the emperor of oranges. Now follow me, OK?”

That makes me think of the King of Carrot Flowers (Jeff Mangum, Neutral Milk Hotel), and the King grows up to be the Emperor. The boy and girl from We’re Going to Be Friends are the same boy and girl from 13 by Big Star. Alex Chilton sang The Letter when he was just 16 (now he stops at traffic lights, but only when they’re green [I’d like to teach the world to sing]). Point is, anything AI can do, we can do slower. AI does it because we say so. We do it because we have to. Our brains seek resolution, our dreams try to even things out (Dreams by the Cranberries is mostly D and A. So is Breakfast at Tiffany’s and Lucky Man, and I think I had a dream about Tom Petty last night).

I fell asleep listening to the 7 new Springsteen albums made from old stuff in the vault. I woke up to James McMurty and Alex Amen, who maybe got there via the algorithm. So I hit “like.”

I wrote a few things in the North Woods last week. A few things on the gravel road out. I lived a few things I’d written before, learned what they’re really about...

love & mercy.

Love & Mercy

It’s been a minute since I’ve posted here. 14 months or so. A lot has happened since.

There was the whole Biden thing. There was Harris. There was an election. There was (is) what’s going on in Gaza. There is Urkaine. There is Iran.

Brian Wilson died.

Henri Nouwen’s reminder is still there: ““If you know you are the Beloved, you can live with an enormous amount of success and an enormous amount of failure without losing your identity. Because your identity is that you are the Beloved… “

I’ve just spent time in the Boundary Waters. That sounds like the name of a Nouwen book, actually. The boundary is meant to be between the US and Canada, but there’s a lot more to it.

Be good to others. Be good to yourself. Get help with the details.

(love & mercy)

You Can’t Spell Toxic without X

Right there in the middle of the word “toxic” is X, the everything app.

Headlines last night were about how people have stopped buying Teslas because Elon has become too toxic.

I think that’s probably true. And there’s been a retraction in the EV space in general. I’m not completely sure why. But I do know, anecdotally, about a lot of self-styled experts who say the cars are no good, wherever they’re from.

A lot of it is fear. A lot of it is certain demographics holding on to the internal combustion engine because they feel like they’ve lost everything else.

As for Things Elon Does. I’m completely off Twitter/X. Not necessarily because of him, bu that’s part of it.

I have this theory, not particularly well-developed, that Michael Jackson was a gestalt figure at the crux of celebrity, race, exploitation, and child endangerment. He personified the symptoms of our disordered relationship with art, commerce, and the end product: superstar. Elvis had some of that, too. Whatever else he is, Donald Trump is a gestalt célèbre, a self-identified symptom of what’s sick about our political system in general. He has said so himself (“the system is rigged, she knows it, and that’s why she won’t fix it. It benefits her and her donors.” Chappelle makes a very good point about that). In the same way, Elon Musk is social media personified. He needs to unplug. He needs to touch grass (the real kind). We all do.

Headlines this morning were about how 40% of adults go three days without in-person interactions. That’s part of why keeping us polarized has become so damn easy. Shares of Truth Social may have plummeted, Musk may have all but destroyed Twitter, but people are still making money keeping us so hell-bent on hating each other. If you’re sucked into this matrix, if you think these billionaires want to save you, maybe turn your phone off. If you’re one of these 40%, left, right, or middle, go talk to a neighbor. Volunteer somewhere. Take someone soup. Do something in person. Remember that people are complicated, we all work from faulty assumptions, we’re all prone to fooling ourselves. Play pickleball (if you must). Find a way to connect, flesh and blood, Vitamin D, birds chirping. The good stuff.

St Paul put it this way: “Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things.”

Henri Nouwen said this:

“If you know you are the Beloved, you can live with an enormous amount of success and an enormous amount of failure without losing your identity. Because your identity is that you are the Beloved… The question becomes ‘Can I live a life of faith in the world and trust that it will bear fruit?’”

Nouwen’s not so-secret secret? We’re all the Beloved. If you struggle to see the image of God in others, congratulations, you’re human. But part of that burden is trusting that putting your faith into work will, indeed, bear fruit.

In November, we’ll elect a president. We are not crowning a Messiah. Celebrities have agendas like the rest of us, and it turns out that not even the technocrats will save us.

“Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.” MLK said that, paraphrasing Jesus.

This post is a work in progress. More to come as I have it. But please, stop worshiping political figures, celebrities, and internet clout.