Letter: False Idols

In reading Jack Neely's column regarding the proposed demolition of the Pryor Brown Parking Garage ["The House of Brown," June 20, 2013], I had to applaud his comment that "In terms of the amount of money and real estate we devote to it, parking automobiles may be more important to Americans than music, or football, or religion."

Automobiles are truly the new gods, but we have become slaves to them. We sacrifice untold acreage to parking lots, engage in global warfare to protect our petroleum sources, and spend more on automobile ads for local TV than anything else, more than twice as much as on politics. We put our parking lots street-side and even build front-loading pasture palaces, with the garage the most prominent feature. Garages used to be in the back of the house, hidden.

What's next in this perverted adulation? Little brass plaques in the corners of parking lots giving the date of completion, the "architect's" name, and the Good Carkeeping Seal of Approval?

But what kind of religion is it when your gods are tossed out every few years for newer models? And what kind of religion endorses so much destruction without even attempting to find less shallow and expedient solutions—solutions that, in the least, don't flout one's mindless subservience to a god that is choking us six ways to Sunday?

Judy Loest

Knoxville


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