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Later this morning Facebook announces its intention whether or when it will reinstate posting privileges to the former President of the United States.

Personally, I feel that the man combined with the medium and far too many minimally informed followers are a toxic threat to our very future as a democracy.

What follows is what I wrote on the general topic one week ago, April 27, 2021, to a friend of many years.

The text is only very slightly edited.  While good friends, we are on opposing sides on this issue, and I had finally reached my own personal “last straw”.

(Facebook says I have 514 Facebook “friends” with 43 requests, but I only very rarely actually visit or use the medium.  But I have never warmed to it as a primary way to communicate.  I can post these posts to Facebook automatically, but so far have chosen not to do so.  I do not have a twitter account or other alternative media.)

Anyway, here was my expression via e-mail on April 27.

“Some day, long after we’re gone, and everyone else from our generation, those coming after will wonder how Limbaugh, [45], Hannity, “Paggs”, and on and on and on were so successful in playing so many for suckers in the process of destroying our democracy.  How could all of us have been so stupid, our descendants will wonder?  Really.  There will be no halo around our heads, in their minds.  We ruined their future.
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I put the words “Trump lies” in my google search.  The Washington Post kept track of the record daily.  “30,573 untruths during his presidency”, an average of 21 per day…it got worse and worse as his presidency progressed.  In the first 100 days of their presidencies, Biden had 67 misleading statements – less than one per day, Trump had 511, five per day,  the same criteria, same length of time.  “The truth” was whatever Trump said it was; “A hoax” “fake news” was any alternative view to him.  
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Trump et al were truly expert in reflecting the assorted biases of his base – I called it ‘fear and loathing of others”: Muslims, brown, black, immigrants, “socialists”….  That’s hardly a compliment for the right wing tribe.  His disciples mimic’ed the master.  
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The biggest “Christian” lesson I learned as a kid was about the truth and lies.  When Truth becomes optional, every relationship is in trouble.  The Nuns taught us about sins of omission and commission – leaving something out, or telling a whopper.  It was a primary sin.  Of course, a certain amount of “lying” is expected and indeed necessary in things like diplomacy and negotiations, generally.  But there is generally a mutual trust between the parties.  Sooner or later the truth outs, and both sides know it; indeed know what the truth is.  I think that those who worked with Trump thought that he’d mature into the job; he only got worse and worse.  The U.S. to him was nothing more than a gigantic personal property.
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Every word I ever wrote about Trump is on record within my blogs, all of which are archived.  I wrote almost nothing about him before he was elected because I knew almost nothing about him, personally or otherwise.  After he was elected I thought he’d be just a normal president, though he had zero experience in government, which I thought was a serious problem.  Turned out, as we found out, he wasn’t interested in negotiating; he wanted to be in control, everyone else shut your mouth.  He was a control freak to the max.  In my entire life I’ve seen no president even remotely like him.  He wanted the country divided, and he basically succeeded, not to the benefit of the country.  I told you this almost a year ago.
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Hannity, “Paggs” (whoever that is, Limbaugh – who died at 70 in February – and whoever else, the script was uniformly and consistently dishonest.  You say “your truth and my truth are miles apart”.  There are not two truths, we learned that when we were little and it hasn’t changed.  Its surprising to hear a “Christian” suggest this, except I know other Christians just like you who rationalize what they want to believe is true, when it isn’t.  “Belief” and “Truth” are not synonyms.
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Of course, there isn’t any requirement that you either read or respond to anything I write.  My mailing list is about 500.  Over the years there’s been a dozen or two that have asked me to take them off the e-list – my guess is that some of them look anyway; I don’t know who looks or doesn’t.  
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I am by nature an optimist.  That’s a daily prayer.  I am not subject to being depressed.  I march on.  There are disappointments – this is one of them for me….”
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Facebook will do what it will do today.  If he is reinstated, or not, the tribe will have to decide whether truth or fiction is going to be their norm.  We all can survive with truth; we cannot, relying on fiction.

School

Today is my birthday.  I had titled this blog “81” and the contents were exactly as they appear at and below the photo of the Dandelions, taken yesterday.  It is spring in the north country.

My topic shifted overnight, to “School”.  Before I went to bed, an e-mail about a teacher I first met 56 years ago when we were among those who opened a new junior high school:

“Bruce is home in hospice after a traumatic event.  He is unable to move and sleeps most the time.  He wasn’t expected to make it through the night last Wednesday in the hospital, but then rallied.  We brought him home to hospice care on Friday and his vitals have remained strong.  He can’t communicate, but does respond when someone talks to him.”
The e-mail was from a week ago, in an account I no longer use, but you can imagine the impact.  We were in our 20s then.  Bruce was a math teacher, I was social studies, so we were in different wings, and no particular associations otherwise.  I don’t know what the “traumatic event” was, but we were part of that school family, and you know how families are, and crises….
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Then overnight another piece of news from a place I’d never heard of, Southlake.  I’m going to ask you to read this column and think about how it relates to you, personally, wherever you happen to live.  It caused me to think back to a previous “culture war” swirling around about 30 years ago when I was a teacher union rep in a suburb not far from here.  I’ll say nothing more now, but in a few days look back at this spot and I’ll tell the rest of the story as I remember it from back then.

The Dandelion, my dad’s favorite flower, as presented in its latest edition, May 3, 2021, Grey Cloud Island MN.

Today, I’m 81. There are no bells and whistles  expected or planned.  80, last year, came right in the difficult early days of the pandemic, so there were no bells and whistles then, either.  Fine by me.  Our friends, the Longs, had their daughters 20th birthday in the parking lot of their business last year.  They invited a few friends, we were all masked and social distanced.  That is how it was.  Let’s hope for good days to come, though the people of India are reeling now, and this isn’t at all over.  Be wary and aware.

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I had a couple of thoughts for this days post, but as the song goes “life is what happens to you when you are busy making other plans”.

Today my younger brother is having brain surgery in his home city.  He wasn’t expecting this destination, and  none of us were aware until the phone call on Thursday night – an MRI led to immediate hospitalization, and surgery which began on Monday.  Of course, none of us know if the news will be good or not: “life is what happens….”  So, the top of my ‘to do’ list today, didn’t exist four days ago.  It is how life is.  POSTNOTE May 5: Surgery went well – no apparent adverse after effects.  Good news so far.

I did, and still do, have three musings I want to share this day, as they were listed on my sheet of paper….

  1. CLEM GRONFORS: Tuesday, May 4, 1999, was National Teacher Day, and I recall being invited to speak at a gathering of teachers and administrators in the Anoka-Hennepin School District, where I had been a teacher and then teacher’s union representative for about 17 years.  My gig is not public speaking, but I had a couple of things on my mind that day.  First, the previous weekend, I had been with my son and family, at Cross Hill above Columbine High School in Littleton CO.  The carnage had just happened there little over a week earlier, and we went up the mound of dirt which had been dubbed Cross Hill, in memory of those killed.  (Enter Cross Hill Columbine in your search engine and you’ll find lots of references.). I talked about what I felt there.  Then I related a comment from my daughter, Joni, when I had asked her if she had any school memories to share.  She was a teacher, and is now a Principal, and her answer was quick in coming.  She remembered her fourth grade teacher Mr. Gronfors who had a special impact on her life in an important time.  I was telling the story and heard a loud sobbing sound in the room.  It was Susan, who I think was still a high school teacher.  My story resonated with her since part of her service duties was to take “meals on wheels” to Mr. Gronfors, then retired and shut in. It was a powerful moment, at a powerful time.  Mr. Gronfors passed away in 2008.  I noted that the closest Clem got to a flowery obit was a column I wrote which told this same story May 10, 2018.  I’d forgotten about that.  Clem had made an impression, for sure.
  2. A LAST CLASS: I’ve been thinking this year about my last day in my undergraduate college days, which was Monday, December 4, 1961 – 60 years ago.  I was ready to “commence” and I wrote the date on a slip of paper which I kept for many years.  No offense to the professor or the class.  I was ready to go!  A month later I was heading into the Army, and beyond that life with all of its twists and turns.  We all go through this.  We all have our stories.  (I dug out my college transcript last night – I got a “C” in the course…it wasn’t a favorite.  It wasn’t the professors fault.  You know the drill.)
  3. THE LIST:  Last week I was going through old newsletters of an organization I’ve been part of for many years.  The May 2003 issue caught my attention.  It was the issue immediately before I became a member.  There was a request for $5 donations for a fund which had been sent to 425 people, of whom 132 responded, donating $740 for the identified cause.  The names of the donors were all listed, so I decided to look through the list, to see who I knew, personal role models for me.  There were 38, 17 of whom were deceased.  We come, and we go.

Common advice to people trying to make their point is to “tell the audience what you’re going to say, say it, then tell them what you said”.

We all have a finite life.  Live it, and strive to leave a positive contribution of some sort along the way.  Live each day as if it were your last.

At the Mississippi River near home May 3, 2021

POSTNOTE noon May 4: I’m aware that this has become an old man’s blog this day.  That’s okay.  I’m one.  I have lots of company.

Some weeks ago I was thinking about this topic because of three happenings to three friends of mine which happened quite close together, albeit on our street, in Wisconsin and in Colorado.  All would qualify as elders.  I give them assumed names.

Jim across the street was first: he’s 91, and one night called and wanted us to come over.  I walked over, and he was in such obvious bad shape that I called 9-11.  It ended up with an ambulance ride to the hospital in St. Paul, and a stay overnight.  He was terrified, and had to be carried out of the house on a stretcher.  I was glad I called 9-11.

Sometime later, the bill came for the ambulance ride, and Jim had no memory whatever of either the ride or the time in the hospital.  He does have memory issues.  The incident was worse than normal.

Then, Don in Colorado: he and his wife finally were convinced to divest of their home and move to be closer to their kids.  For Don, the issue was not memory.  But he was having trouble qualifying for a drivers license because of neck problems – he couldn’t turn his neck far enough sideways to see traffic coming beside him. He was stubborn, but it was easier to understand why folks like those who license drivers pay more attention to the physical and cognitive state of their older clients. It is extremely hard to convince we older people to use common sense and quit driving.

Finally, Phil in Wisconsin:  I hadn’t heard from him in awhile, and then came an e-mail, in relevant part as follows (reprinted with his permission):

“Two weeks ago today [written April 4] I was hurt in an accident.  Since then I’ve been unable to type for any length of time….  

As for the accident, here is what happened

Two weeks ago two friends and I were cutting down some trees and some very large branches off of some other trees on Sunday morning.  After lunch, [two of us] decided to cut a very large branch facing the lake of on the east side of one of the elm trees in the front yard while [the other] was cleaning up some of the wood in the back yard.  [We] used a 20-foot aluminum and placed it on the S. E. corner of the tree to climb about 20 feet or so into a large crutch of the tree.  [My friend] was placing himself into a position where he could cut a very large branch located directly on the east side of the tree.   I was standing fifty feet away by the garage when [he] asked me to move a picnic table near the tree so the tree branch wouldn’t hit it.  So I moved the table sitting on the patio from the north side of the tree to the west side of the tree.  So the table and I were on the west side of the tree when this very large branch was cut and came down.  The last thing I remember was leaning over the picnic table.

 The next thing I remember was lying under the deck with only my feet sticking out.    I was unconscious for about 10-12 minutes until the ambulance arrived from [town which is] four miles west from … where I live.

Apparently, this very large branch hit the aluminum ladder causing it to fly back west past the tree and struck me in the middle of my head and then deflected and hit the top of my left shoulder.   This caused a very large cut on the top of my shoulder and the top of my head causing me to bleed profusely.  Because of the force of the ladder, my body flew about 10 feet over the patio and I hit the back of my head and the back of both shoulders against the supporting board of the deck and I fell onto the ground, back, and under the deck.  This caused bad bruises on the back of my head and on both shoulders.  The top of my head and the top of my left shoulder were so badly bruised, it broke the skin and both bled profusely. 

When the ambulance arrived and I became conscience, they pulled me out from under the deck.  [My friends] lifted me off the ground and help me walk from the front of the house through the garage to the back of the garage and placed me on a stretcher.   While in the ambulance, the attendant (a young farmer from the area) wrapped by head and shoulder to stop the bleeding.   The ambulance took me to the emergency room [at the hospital] arriving there at around 2:00 P.M. 

As a result of the accident, I have a concussion and a C-2 vertebra fracture.  I now have a brace around my neck, possibly for 6 weeks or more, depending on how the fracture heals.  I have two open wounds, one of the top of my head that required 22 staples that were just removed this past week, and a wound on my right shoulder that is also healing.   

I’m feeling well, but still have a difficult time typing for a period of time.”

I sent Phil a little advice:  “Ladders, trees and elderly aren’t usually a good mix.  Don’t rush recovery, and relax  .”

Yesterday I got a note from Phil: Now, six weeks out from the accident, he’s pretty much back from the dead, so to speak. Regardless of the age of the reader, his story is good advice to us all.  The trick is to follow that advice!  And I’m no more perfect than anyone else.

POSTNOTE 9 p.m. May 4:  Today went about perfectly, not the least of which was the apparent successful surgery for my brother.  All seems to have gone well.

On the home front, it was a good day too: the usual activities, but with add-ons of a small party of about ten of us at Third Act in Woodbury, phone call with my son in Colorado, and tomorrow lunch with daughter Lauri and two kids.  Then all these notes (below).  All low key, which is what I liked.  Thank you all.

COMMENTS (more at end of post)

from Larry: Happy Birthday, Blogday, and World Betterment Day,

from Doug: Mr. Bernard. Happy birthday.  My birthday is next week on the 13th. I will be 91. Hard for me to believe that number. 

I am married to the former Bernadette Berning and live in Dubuque, Iowa. 
Hope you have a pleasant birthday Dick.
I do enjoy all your Emails. Thanks.
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from Melanie: Happy Birthday Dick!!! I am visualizing your brother recovering and doing well.

Big huge hugs,
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from Georgine: Happy birthday Dick.  Have a wonderful day!  Cannot believe you are 81!
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from JaL: Happy Birthday, Dick.  Hope you are having a wonderful day.  Stay safe, keep well.
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from Jerry: Happy birthday, Dick.  It so I are to dream the fund will keep growing.  .It was good to see you at Yesterday’s short Zoom meeting.  Our dream from the start of 100 Associates to reach $25,000 happened fairly effortlessly..  You played the major role in our good start.
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from Kathy: Oh Happy Birthday Friend Dick Bernard!  Continued blessings to you all ways/always!
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from Judy: Happy 80th Birthday! Now you and Doug (my guy) are both Geezers!
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from Brad: “We’re on on the path we preciously need to be.”  Happy 81st Birthday, and the best to you on this year’s path!
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from Kevin: Happy birthday Dick.  Stay well and keep active!  Cheers
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About 5 p.m.May 4, 2021. Would I trust this character if I saw him on the street? My daughter did the best she could with the subject she had. I was squinting into a bright sun.

from Len:  I want to extend a “Happy Birthday” to you. May the day and this year be filled with happiness and joy.  I am reminded of a line from one of my favorite James Taylor songs in his album “Passages of Time: “The secret of life is enjoying the passage of time…any fool can do it …there ain’t nothin to it…no one knows how we got to the top of the hill  ..but since we are on our way down …we might as well enjoy the ride…Much to ponder in this verse and the following verses and the melody also is soothing. Best to you.

 

 

 

The Chicago 7

Last night we decided to watch “The Trial of the Chicago 7” on Netflix.  It was a choice I’m glad I made; an opportunity to visit (for the first time) the aftermath of the 1968 Democratic Convention in Chicago, which led in turn to Hubert Humphrey as the nominee for president, and the ascent of Richard Nixon to the Oval Office in the November election.  There is a great plenty of information available about this time in history, so I don’t feel a need to make a recommendation.

The Trial of the Chicago 7, released in Oct, 2020, before the 2020 election, is excellent.  Of course, all films, are like all novels: not all ‘facts’ are necessarily facts.  This film is no different. The trick is to get the essentials of the story correct…and “The Trial of the Chicago 7” does that, including period film clips.  It’s worthwhile digging deeper into the story.

If you haven’t seen the film, do.  It’s a Netflix film.

I was 28 in 1968, certainly old enough and politically aware enough to know what was happening in Chicago.  But it was not much on my radar, then.  To quote myself, from something I wrote in April, 2018, 50 years after: “[I was] “in my third year as single parent of a four-year old son, teaching Junior High…[b]eing an activist was not on my personal radar….”  There were many millions of us with infinite variations on the same theme.  We saw the news, but didn’t appreciate its significance.

As I watched the film, I found myself thinking of other analogous (my opinion) situations at other times.

Most recently was the January 6 Insurrection at our Nation’s Capitol, as I write, awaiting the trials of hundreds.

Even more recently, the Derek Chauvin Trial here in the Twin Cities, following up on George Floyd’s death on May 25, 2020, has had massive attention.

Further back, I thought of the Nuremberg Trials in the aftermath of WWII.  In the same publication which held my quote, above, was a full page by Nuremberg prosecutor Benjamin Ferencz, which appeared in a February 26, 1989, publication.  It is worth reading, and accessible here: Benjamin Ferencz Feb 26, 1989.

All four situations reflect law, and conflict over interpretation of Law, and society generally, and anyone even slightly interested is generally aware of each of them.  My list could be much longer, but let these suffice.

I have personal opinions about all of these, but my point here is not to argue what is right, or wrong, about any point of view expressed on any of these issues; rather to refresh memory.

I encourage the reader to give some thought to each of these in context with your own particular feelings.  And how to reconcile differences to have a civil society, the role of punishment, or reconciliation, or whatever one wishes to mark and resolve differences.  How do we build from here?

As I conclude this brief writing, I think back to a memorable quote from Nuremberg Trials which was so unbelievable to me when I first saw it that I had to search it out to its original source.  It continues as one of my most memorable examples of food for thought:

“Why, of course the people don’t want war. Why should some poor slob on a farm want to risk his life in a war when the best he can get out of it is to come back to his farm in one piece?

Naturally, the common people don’t want war, neither in Russia, nor England, nor for that matter, Germany. That is understood, but after all it is the leaders of the country who determine the policy and it is always a simpler matter to drag the people along, whether it is a democracy, or fascist dictatorship, or a parliament, or a communist dictatorship. Voice or no voice, the people can always be brought to the bidding of the leaders. That is easy. All you have to do is tell them they are being attacked, and denounce the peacemakers for lack of patriotism and exposing the country to danger. It works the same in any country.”

Hermann Goering
Long time Nazi, Reichmarshall, and heir-apparent to Hitler, Statement made while imprisoned at Nuremberg after WWII. Goering was sentenced to death by hanging for war crimes, but committed suicide first.

Quoted in the book Nuremberg Diary, p. 278, Gustave Gilbert, Farrar, Straus & Co., 1947. Gilbert was psychologist assigned to the Nazi prisoners on trial at Nuremberg.

POSTNOTE, same day:  My personal thoughts about the four above situations focus, generally, on two aspects.  One is the obvious and profound changes in communications technology since my own birth in 1940, even more rapid and profound than in the time preceding my birth.  As I write, today, even for someone elder like myself, it is hard to visualize the time before cell phones and ubiquitous detection devices like security cameras and iPhones.  What one could hide, before, is virtually impossible to conceal now.

Along the same general lines is the ongoing and ultimately futile strategy of trying to restrict the right to protest.  Currently there are many efforts around the states to restrict the rights to freedom of expression given by our own constitution.  My guess is that the initiatives, even if passed and signed into law, will be about as permanently successful as was prohibition in the 1920s and early 1930s.  The cure was worse than the disease.  One can hope for sanity.

COMMENTS (more at end of post):

from Carol:  I’m with you – just a handful of years behind you in age and starting my own family in central Minnesota, I wasn’t paying a bit of attention.  The civil rights movement seemed like on another planet.  Now I can’t believe I wasn’t marching… somewhere.

I remember wondering one day how we got into the war in Vietnam anyway, and trying to figure that out.  Then I came to realize that nobody else really knew, either.
Farmer parents were Republicans, first hubby was a Republican – ergo! I voted Republican.
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from Peter: My first thought about your inquiry is what’s taking most of my time these days to get between book covers: we are not in the Information Age anymore. Information does not move the public. They have already been hijacked by spectacle, by the time information shows up. This is a paradigm-level change, like driving your car into a canal. Stepping on the brake is no longer effective or relevant.

In 1968 I and most people I knew were constantly reading and talking about the terrible crime that was the Vietnam War. We knew the true stories behind the false official accounts. We swam in a sea of information, most of it mimeographed (precurser of xerox), sung, spoken, or by snail-mail (the only kind of mail then). By the time something spectacular happened, we already knew the whys and wherefores. Of course that’s all backward now.

I knew about the Chicago events, they were on everybody’s mind, but I was occupied. We were skillfully pitted against our peers, those who went versus those who somehow escaped the draft. And that did not follow political lines, it followed economic lines, as people with more education and money in their families knew how to work the system of exemptions and deferments.

For example, I filed with my draft board as a Conscientious Objector when I was 18, and spent two years working my case up through the courts, expecting to be sent away to war or jail any moment, and four years mopping up after surgeries in hospital operating rooms, to fulfill my “obligation.” I still have my FBI file, somewhat redacted to protect my neighbors and school teachers, although most of them backed my claim. Nobody accused me of cowardice or shirking my “duty.”

I understand George W. Bush had other ways of getting out of it. Somehow our manhood seemed to be involved.

As to the Chauvin trial, the dramatic increase in blatant, on-screen murders by police that accompanied the trial seems like a clear and terrifying message. But there is a subtlety here: while it is clearly an expression of racial bigotry, economic class is the primary driver. Police are recruited from just above poverty, and “serve and protect” social strata they may hope their kids reach someday. Police don’t seem to have faced much union-busting.

Recent studies purport to show that whites in districts becoming more “diverse” express deep fears of being “replaced.” Of course they do: they understand the vast and horrible crime that has been perpetrated by white people for so many generations. That crime was the source of America’s great wealth. The amount of money that goes into sustaining the violent repression and incarceration of people still economically marginalized by race provides a glimpse into the mass-denial we have all lived in for generations.

Had the Chauvin verdict been what most of us expected (i.e., a big middle finger to populations that soon can no longer be called “minorities”), there would surely have been real trouble, far beyond a few smashed windows and burning cars. But the smoldering embers will keep on smoldering until America gets up off Black America’s neck.

Meanwhile, there’s so much money being made, don’t hold your breath.

Peter’s Dad protesting the Vietnam War, 1968, Philadelphia

from Jeff:  In regard to Nuremberg,  the author and podcaster Malcom Gladwell recently published a new book, The Bomber Mafia, which is about Curtis Lemay and the developers and administrators of the bombing strategy in WWII.  I may have advised you to listen to his podcast from last year, 3 parts, on this that he turned into a book.  Initially the Allies (USA and UK) tried a precision bombing strategy to destroy military and industrial sites of the Axis (mostly Germany in the early years of the war) but the technology available made getting bombs to targets practically useless.  And of course not hitting targets came at the cost of huge losses to Allied air crews. in war sense , the sacrifice of men and planes wasnt worth the results.  Lemay and a few others (the Bomber Mafia) advocated what essentially was “carpet” or saturation bombing…big quantities over a wide area , and no consideration of the civilian deaths in enemy territory. (obviously they were working under the threat of Goring’s bombing of Britain which didn’t try to spare civilians, and the torpedoing of unarmed vessels by German U boats)   Also they worked with scientists across the USA to develop a better bomb material…and napalm was born.   This eventually led to the fire bombing of parts of Germany , and the firebombing of Tokyo and other Japanese cities later in the war. Hundreds of thousands of German and Japanese civilians died.  (the equation in regard to Japan was that this along with the nuclear bombs, brought the war to an end in summer 1945, instead of perhaps 1 or 2 years later during an invasion of Japan and the loss of millions of lives civilian and military.

I think Lemay said to colleague(s) at the time, something to the effect of…we better win this war, because if not, we will be tried as war criminals.
Yes, the winners tend to write the history.
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From Flo: In 1966 I was graduating from NDSU [ND State University]and had decided to follow my dream to be a Peace Corps volunteer. I didn’t pay much attention to the demonstrations against the Vietnam conflict, but when I entered Peace Corps training in Puerto Rico I learned that many of the to-be volunteers were avoiding the draft into a war that they neither wanted nor supported. There were two women in my group of 24, one being me. If I wasn’t a pacifist before, I became one during my two years as a Peace Corps volunteer and still take that stance, most often in opposition to the majority opinion. My current “activism” is protesting Line 3, something I’ve been doing since the possibility of yet another oil pipeline reared its ugly head seven years ago. I’m sure you can appreciate that I’m never a behind-the-scenes activist, for better or worse. Just a couple of weeks ago, for the first time, I cut off a political conversation saying, ” You believe what you believe, I’ll believe what I believe, but let’s just change the subject.” That remark was first used on me when I challenged the “facts” in a member’s letter in our church bulletin re: the first Iraq invasion, but she didn’t offer to change the subject. Unfortunately, we never spoke again. Being a pacifist is sometimes very lonely, especially in rural Minnesota.
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from Jermitt:  This is a very powerful post.  There are so many things I would like to share on each of the “times and issues of these times” relating to my own “education or social development” that your message and the messages of the others brought back into focus.  It would require a month or more of writing.  In the end, it would be a valuable task, at least for me.  Even reading and reflecting on these times has been beneficial to me.

I would like to share this with three or four other friends but would like your permission before doing so.  Thanks, Dick.

from Dick:  Everything I write at this space is meant to be shared.

from Joyce: I was only 17 when the Democratic convention was held; I paid attention to the news, I was in college, and it was talked about everywhere on campus, but since I was way too young to vote (the voting age at the time was 21) I didn’t pay too much attention. I was involved in some Vietnam war protests, and there were a lot of protests against LBJ, and a lot of talk about the “credibility gap”, all because of the war. Still, when Nixon was elected, I was deeply disappointed, but not too worried; the Republican party at that time was not insane, though Nixon was corrupt. I was still very much under the influence of my parents, who were conservative Democrats, thoroughly supportive of the war, and very opposed to the protests. It was only later, years after the events of 1968, that I read about the protests, and the arrests and trial. I found the movie gripping; it made me wish I had been more aware, and more involved back then.

World Law Day

Today is World Law Day.

Never heard of it?  You’re excused.  But beginning May 1, 1964, a group of citizen activists in Minnesota held the first World Law Day dinner, then annually through 1988, and sporadically thereafter, the dinners were held, always well attended and appreciated.  Then, after a hiatus of some years, the series began again in 2013, thence through 2019, all at the Gandhi Mahal restaurant at 27th and Lake Street in Minneapolis.  The 2020 and now 2021 events didn’t happen due to the pandemic.

Fire destroyed Gandhi Mahal on May 29, 2020.  To my knowledge no one has been arrested about this specific fire.

On this day, May 1, 2021, the site of Gandhi Mahal is a vacant lot surrounded by a fence of bamboo grass, a place being prepared for resurrection at some point; a monument to resilience.  If you wish to note this years World Law Day, drive by the site sometime this weekend.  It is a peaceful place.  Today I am hoping to visit Ruhel Islam, owner of Gandhi Mahal, at the site of the restaurant.  I have visited the site numerous times in the past year.

All “days” like “World Law Day” are artificial constructs, of course.

There is still an official U.S. Law Day on May 1.  The first U.S. Law Day was declared by President Dwight Eisenhower in 1958, and was codified by Joint Resolution of Congress in 1961 (U.S. Code Title 36 Section 113).  It was an idea from the American Bar Association.  Here’s a summary of its history.

It was a very short leap for citizens to expand the idea of Law Day to World Law Day.  Our world is complex and interconnected in now-innumerable ways.  We are a community.  Chaos is prevented by systems of laws, rules and regulations.

My friend Lynn Elling (dec. 2016) was involved in the first World Law Day in 1964, and ongoing.  In 2012, he lobbied hard to resurrect the World Law Day dinner at a favored restaurant of his, the Gandhi Mahal.  Thus it began and continued.

The 2013 Law Day speaker was David Brink, then 93, and past-president of the Hennepin County, Minnesota and American Bar Associations between 1967 and 1982.

David Brink, World Law Day May 1, 2013, Gandhi Mahal restaurant Minneapolis.

The most recent speaker, in 2019, was Jim Nelson, who talked on the history of World Law Day as about the attendant history of the United Nations Association of Minnesota and Citizens for Global Solutions.

Every year had very well informed speaker, and an equally well-informed audience.  I always marveled at the dynamics of the audience: there was always enthusiastic conversation at the tables before the speaker; always good questions; enthusiasm at the end….

Events are never easy to plan or execute.  I’m grateful that Lynn Elling had the determination to continue the long-standing tradition, and I hope it resumes in 2022.

The 2020 event, which had to be cancelled due to the pandemic, would have featured R. Padre Johnson, who held a one-man show of art at the United Nations in 1992.  His art was incredible.  Here is the cover of his book about the family of humankind, which includes his art.

Ruhel Islam, owner of Gandhi Mahal, welcomed us at all of the World Law Day celebrations.  Here is a photo of him at the first.

Ruhel Islam, May 1, 2013

Obviously I hope the events resume next year…and at a new Gandhi Mahal.  “Esprit” gatherings like these World Law Day dinners have been are very important.  Lynn Elling and Ruhel Islam, very active in his south Minneapolis community, made it work.  Special thanks to both of them.

Here’s the latest photo I have of Ruhel – a screen shot of a Zoom gathering Friday morning.  Today, later, I’ll meet him at the site of the future rebuild of the successor Gandhi Mahal.  The second photo was taken on Thursday.

Ruhel Islam gave the message online April 30. Apparently Ramadan is about mid-point.

Gandhi Mahal area Thursday morning April 29, 2021

The World Law Day speakers in the series that began in 2013:

2013 – David Brink; 2014 – a panel of young people moderated by Ehtasham Anwar, Fellow in the Human Rights Program at the UofM Law School.  Panelists were Md Abdullah Al Miraz, Emily Bilius, Stephen Eigenmann, Janelle Shoemake and Dr. Tea Rozman Clark (of Green Card Voices); 2015 – Annelee Woodstrom; 2016 – J. Drake Hamilton; 2017 – Shawn Otto; 2018 – Louisa Hext; 2019 – Jim Nelson; and 2020 (cancelled due to Covid-19) – R. Padre Johnson.

Lynn Elling (blue shirt) May 1, 2013, Gandhi Mahal Minneapolis MN

Ruhel Islam, owner of Gandhi Mahal, received a gift symbolizing the restaurant as a Peace Site on May 1, 2021. At Islam’s right is the flag of Bangladesh.  Ramadan 2021 is April 12 through May 12.