The Backside of a Bull and a Garden Full of Rodents

I had an unexpected epiphany after spending time with a bronze bull and a garden full of rodents in the financial district of New York City last month.

The moment came at the end of a long weekend celebrating my daughter’s upcoming birthday. She, her best friend, her best friend’s mother and I packed a lot into 48 hours. By Sunday morning, when we were exploring Lower Manhattan, we had slowed considerably.

The city, on the other hand, wasn’t slowing down at all. People crowded narrow sidewalks under the watchful eyes of police officers on every corner. While the officers graciously responded to requests for photos with tourists, their ability to give good directions was questionable.

Despite their help, we were finally able to locate the Charging Bull on Wall Street. Since the bull had never been on my list of sites to see, I hadn’t expected the frenzy of people mobbing it for photos. Many were lined up behind the bull to touch its anatomically correct underside for good luck.

The eleven-foot-tall bronze sculpture is supposed to symbolize aggressive financial optimism and prosperity. Last year, when the Occupy Wall Street protests began, metal gates were set up around the bull to prevent it from harm. Now, the public can once again touch it, but judging by the police presence, there’s still concern about the safety of the more than 7,000 pound bull.

Personally, I think the concern about vandalism is a bit misplaced. I’m more worried about the almost worship-like reverence people demonstrate for an icon that represents an industry focused more on the value of money than the value of people.

Don’t get me wrong. I like money. I just think that, as a society, we’re too fixated on who has it and who doesn’t.

To me, the bull represents a culture rooted in money and the immense appeal that has. But when people go to great lengths to touch that lifestyle, they may miss seeing what’s really going on around them.

For example, just feet from the Charging Bull, there’s a garden full of rodents living off the crumbs of others. The mice live among the vivid red flowers in the circular garden around the fountain in Bowling Green Park where we ate our lunch.

What seemed like a quiet public garden was actually teaming with dozens, if not hundreds, of mice. When bits of bread, meat, tomatoes and even cucumbers dropped, they would scurry out from under the blossoms, grab their feast then rush back for cover.

Many of the people intent on enjoying the beautiful, late morning sunshine didn’t even notice the mice. Others were completely disgusted by them. No one wanted to touch them, and very few people wanted to feed them.

But my daughter and I were fascinated.

Although seemingly dependent on others for their livelihood, the mice certainly weren’t lazy. In fact, the were quite industrious. And even when vying for the same crumbs, they seemed to respect each other’s efforts.

That’s when I had my epiphany.

The mice represent all the low-income people who live and work right alongside those who are more financially secure and influential. They represent all those people on Wall Street who clean bathrooms and pick up trash instead of buying and selling stocks and bonds.

And even though they live in the shadow of a bull that people fondle for good luck, they also represent a great deal of dignity.

About Trina Bartlett

I live in the Eastern Panhandle of WV, with one dog, two cats, and a husband who works strange hours. I can generally be found wandering through the woods my dog, playing in and planting in dirt, and generally stirring things up.

Posted on September 23, 2012, in My life, perspective, Politics, Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 12 Comments.

  1. What a fascinating perspective on society’s values!

  2. Nicely done. Thanks for your insights.

  3. Very insightful post, as usual!
    I share your thoughts about the big bronze bull, too. The worship of money is best demonstrated by the ritual fondling of the bulls balls. Yuck.
    And I am truly troubled by the heavy police presence all around Wall Street, where crime is really quite low (or at least, “street crime” is low). After following the Occupy Wall street movement for the past year, I have come to see the NYPD as a private security firm for Wall Street. Some call them “Bloomberg’s Private Army”.
    But Happy Birthday to your daughter! She has a pretty cool Mom!

  4. Trina, do you mind if I like to this post on a blog about Occupy?

  5. I love you!!! You’ve done it again!!!!! Another triumph!!!!!

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