I heard the news of the horrendous 1998 murder of the University of Wyoming student, Matthew Shepard, with shock and disbelief. Its raw hatred brought back memories of my Oklahoma City visit the previous Spring.

Again I saw that chain-linked fence surrounding the Murrah Federal Building bomb site. There was the array of crayon drawings, small toys, sprigs of flowers, each in memory of victims of hate. I thought, too, of Oklahoma's favorite son, Will Rogers, and remembered his words, "A fellow shouldn't have to kill anybody just to prove they are right."The McVeigh trial in Denver was over. Justice had been served, but it left a troubling question. Even with justice served, the hate infecting the country remained. So how now do we respond?

For my answer I turned to Will Rogers. That is, I turned to my understanding of him, gained through several years of studying and portraying him in my living-history performances.

I've tried to puzzle out why people endowed Rogers with such authority. He lacked the qualifying credentials. He was neither a man of industry nor of government. He passed himself off as unschooled, a status the people readily accepted. Even so one Washington observer noted, "This country could never go to war unless Will Rogers was for it."

The relationship between Rogers and the American people is unlike any other in the nation's history. I turned to examine it again, but with new purpose. Since practically all behavior and action can be understood in terms of self interest, I decided to consider the relationship from this viewpoint. As I did, Rogers came to represent the pursuit of self interest in ways that created trust. Trust is an antidote for hate!

Trust bonded Rogers and the people. The people took him to heart because of what he was as a person. He was so refreshingly genuine, so honest, a friend, not a celebrity, even though he was the best known person in America. This bond was so strong some say he helped prevent a revolution in the days of the Great Depression.

This trust stemmed from the deep-rooted human desire to be oneself. Rogers was legendary as a man who was himself. He mastered this art about as well as was humanly possible. He did it with such ease, such unconscious effort, as though it was the most natural thing in the world. Being your self was a birthright. You simply claimed what was already yours.

In being himself, Rogers achieved the ultimate in self interest. The man was at peace. Being content with himself freed him from the tyranny of envy, jealousy and greed. He had no desire or interest to use people to satisfy self-serving needs. He entered relationships, wanting only to know others and to enjoy them for their own sake. This translated into a grinning, rope-spinning cowboy, radiating joy, boyish enthusiasm, courage, friendliness and trust

Imagine living free from negatives, free from trying to control others, to control events, to control life. You are free from pretense, sham and deceit, free from the intimidation of status, rank or station. That's what people in the 1920s and '30s did. They could look in a mirror and more nearly see themselves as Will Rogers than as any other person in America. What then was there to do but radiate hope, joy, trust, and find satisfaction in the moment - just as Will Rogers did.

One could trust a man like this, and trust him they did. It was a trust he never violated. He in turn trusted them, believing everyone to be honest until they proved otherwise. In trusting him, they trusted what he stood for. He became the nation's conscience and unmatched opinion setter because people als

o trusted his wisdom. He had them laughing about things that mattered, about human welfare and the health of democracy.

In their laughter they were saying, "He's right about that." In this laughter they agreed that all shared common foibles. Strip way the social facade and trappings and indeed all the people had much in common. This commonality should give freedom, equality and justice to all. There should be freedom for the pursuit of happiness and self fulfillment, the equality of an opportunity for success, and the justice of a government serving all the people.

For Rogers these values were vital and alive. He was what he championed. Being himself and living these values were one and the same. These were character values that made him the person he was, creating trust up and down a two-way street. They were values he absorbed as a Cherokee raised in the Indian Territory years before Oklahoma was a state.

Will Rogers revealed to a nation what internalizing these values will do to a person. They are the conditions in which human life flourishes and trust abounds, conditions which support the desire to be oneself.

This is the challenge today: Weaving them into our nation's social, political and economic fabric, expressing and realizing them continually in the milieu of daily commerce. No more to be trivialized, corrupted or perverted into inane slogans by politicians, slick promotional copy by advertisers, or rallying cries for rebellious action. These values will be so pervasive that any behavior violating them will atrophy from lack of reinforcement.

This is possible when we understand that all of our institutions, formal and informal, are part and parcel of an all-inclusive venture - the human enterprise. This enterprise extends from home life to national assemblies; from neighborhood gatherings to federal government policies; from playgrounds to professional entertainment; from charitable endeavors to corporate board room ruminations.

With this understanding, is it a short step to insist that all activities, goals and objectives become subservient to the promotion and expression of the character values inherent in American democracy.

Can it happen? Yes, if we want it to. It will be difficult. Rogers himself said, "Meanness has always been better organized and conducted than righteousness." It's easier for us to pass "tough" laws than work to change the equation. But unless the equation is changed the image of a bombed out Federal Building and a young man dying as a scarecrow will soon be lost from sight, buried under ever newer scenes of hate. (c) Cy Eberhart 1998

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