individual. For acceptance he is required to sacrifice his interests and aspirations to the
questionable objectives of a neurotic society. Even his education is directed to the end of
bringing about his conformity. In fact, he is not educated in the Socratic sense but indoctrinated
and trained to meet not his unique needs but the needs of the corporate controlled society.
However, in the face of all that seems to have led us astray from any possible hope for Utopia,
at least in my lifetime, if ever, my cynicism was recently alleviated. I was thankfully taught by
my son, a playwright, that although I may have had to give up on any dream of Utopia, I can be
at ease in believing in the basic goodness of man for which there is so much evidence. I truly
believe that we are hard wired from birth for empathy and altruism and it becomes a day to
day struggle to keep it from being overwhelmed by the machinations of those who have
succumbed to the status quo. In his very first play, "Wine To Blood" he writes of the futility of
the Loyalist cause in the Spanish Civil War. In truth, it was a war between two ideals, Fascism
and Communism. While it is doubtful that Communism could lead to Utopia, it is certain that
Fascism could not. So, what is one who aches for justice, Utopia, to do if even the dream seems
out of reach? This line at the very end of Wine To Blood says it all, and it has served to show
me a way forward.