The Kettle and The Pot Redux

by Teréza Eliasz-Solomon (HeiressMommy™)

“Oho!” said the pot to the kettle;
“You are dirty and ugly and black!
Sure no one would think you were metal,
Except when you’re given a crack.”

“Not so! not so!” kettle said to the pot;
“‘Tis your own dirty image you see;
For I am so clean – without blemish or blot –
That your blackness is mirrored in me.”

This poem can be found in the school book “Maxwell’s Elementary Grammar”,  ©1904.

Pot Calling The Kettle BlackA copper shiny kettle was aging well – still providing service to many. Oh yes there were the now and again mishaps – an occasional over boiling of tea water and such. Still for the most part the kettle retained its productivity and one might even say attractiveness. Along side this whistling kettle was a pot – tarnished and showing REAL signs of wear and in fact, not always performing well the task at hand. None the less, this rather unattractive pot managed to cook the meals required of it – a struggle perhaps but sufficient for simple preparation in the kitchen. Seems a copacetic scenario or at least tolerable, wouldn’t you agree? Of course not – these shall we say adversarial relationships never REALLY  are.

It seems the bright and shiny kettle had advantages of presence and place that the pot had not. Being used as a service kettle, it was frequently brought out for grand fetes – hence privy to life stories while grand, also oft times fraught with difficult situations. The REAL truth is that on account of this very exposure, the kettle was thought highly of by its owners – able to maintain its glow and provide just the right service no matter the stresses presented that day. Contrast that REAL life narrative to the battered and insular kitchen life of the pot … hmm, without question this lead to pot’s jealous rages and rants in an attempt to demean the kettle with salacious and lie filled taunts. Never made to fill lessened by pots attempts to marginalize its role nor to feel less than content due to  its ongoing usefulness, the kettle stood proudly and even increased its standing in their shared home. REAL truth and acceptance of the long and varied life the still shiny kettle had experienced was its glory, whereas the pot felt increasingly frustrated by its inability to destroy the kettle’s sense of well being. In the end, this almost psychopathic determination by pot to malign the kettle, caused it to completely derail. The pot spent so much energy to present kettle in an unfavorable light, that it destroyed itself – cooked meals badly and even burnt a dish or two. In the end, the Masters of the home simply had no choice but to throw that old pot away – leaving kettle happily whistling away, still lovely and REALLY wanted for many, many years to come!

Moral: Simple REALLY is the lesson learned and even referenced in Old Testament text concerning one’s preoccupation with their fellows flaws … for is it not the insecurity and internal demons in evidence when an individual sets out to destroy another on faux considerations? The Kettle and the Pot idiom is no more than a tutorial on those among us who see the refection of their lesser status in those that are the object of their envy and subsequent hate. I once asked my father why so many seemed hateful of we Jews despite our successes and more. He answered that we are like a mirror to those who have failed in their own life – he suggested that our very ability to overcome extreme adversity, survive and even thrive made some others see in us what they could never be. If you know me personally or read me regularly, then you are aware that myself and my husband have needed to deal with individuals guilty of just such pathological reaction toward us. In fact, one such woman wrote on a social media site that I needed to accept I was like her, with the same “middle of middle” life problems – all agreed she was portraying her REAL fear that my happenstance and determinant successes had made her realize the failures her life included, as well as her jealousy of my REAL life narrative. Equally telling are when these sort of individuals, whether diagnosed or observed as such to be unstable  project their undeniable emotional problems onto the object of their obsessions (me). Indeed my REAL sworn enemies seem most daunted that I have overcome obstacles most would have been felled by and that husband and I have likewise proven their statements to be fallacies. Each and every decided action we have made to be the stewards of our life – name changes, legal disowning/disinheriting, et al. appears shockingly intolerable to our nemesis. Far too many good people face likewise those falsely believing they have rights to dictate others existences. I am hopeful that through my triumph many will be supported to stay the course toward their chosen destiny. The task is one not easy – much work and support is needed to define in fact and documentation truths about the usurpers among us … however it is a necessary and worthy pursuit. For now may I suggest we all be more introspective when seeing our reflection in the bright and shiny objects before us!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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