#867 – Dick Bernard: The Tar Sands Pipeline and other matters of the environment

A relevant and current addendum to this post is the 2014 Report of the Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change accessible here.
Last Sunday after church I stopped by a table staffed by two members of the environmental organization MN350.
This day they were encouraging action against a proposed expansion of the Alberta Clipper Pipeline of Enbridge Energy, a Canadian Corporation. The planned demonstration was Thursday April 3 in St. Paul. The essential information about the contested project is here: Stop Alberta Clipper001.
I was interested in this issue, and Thursday afternoon came, with icy rain preliminary to a predicted 6-10 inches of snow overnight.
After some hemming and hawing, I arrived late at the demo, walked a few blocks in the march and came home.
I was glad I went. There was a good attendance, especially given the weather. My two favorite photos are these.
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April 3 Tar Sands Pipeline demo St. Paul MN

April 3 Tar Sands Pipeline demo St. Paul MN


April 3, 2014

April 3, 2014


Often I wonder if the whole climate change situation is hopeless. Are the people who walked in this demonstration wasting their time? As friends in the peace and justice movement know, I am no particular fan of protests simply for the sake of protesting.
But every now and then, there is encouragement, and Thursday was such a day, coming from an unusual direction. I picked up a little hope that the quiet majority is generally getting it – that there is a problem, despite the scoffers at ” the very words Global Warming”.
Before driving into St. Paul I had stopped at the Post Office to mail some items, and while I was affixing stamps a guy in my age range started to chat.
Of course, the threatening weather came up.
He said, “guess I’ll have to go and talk to God about it”. I answered, “I’ll check what happens and see what God had to say about your talk”.
We both chuckled.
We compared notes a bit, in the way that strangers do, dancing into uncharted waters. The deadly mudslide in Washington came up; the drought in California; less predictable and more severe weather generally….
The guy said, “maybe Al Gore knew something back then. Even my wife is starting to think so.”
The demonstrators probably won’t stop the pipeline but maybe they’ll encourage one or two more conversations like the one this fellow and I were having.
Games like this – making change – are played by the inch, not the mile. Dramatic change happens so slowly as to not even be noticed.
I’m thankful those two women caught my eye on Sunday, and that I picked up their literature.
Enroute home I got to thinking about two years ago at almost exactly this date in my town: the temperature was in the low 70s, and the trees were budding….
There was a frost that messed up the budding a few days later, but the difference between two years ago and now was indeed dramatic.
April 2, 2012, Woodbury (suburban St. Paul) MN

April 2, 2012, Woodbury (suburban St. Paul) MN


Native Americans from Red Lake MN used their banner as a windshield in downtown St. Paul April 3, 2014

Native Americans from Red Lake MN used their banner as a windshield in downtown St. Paul April 3, 2014

#865 – Dick Bernard: Uncle Vince, Aunt Edith and Dr. Borlaug

A week ago, out at LaMoure ND, I asked Uncle Vince if he’d like to go for a ride.
I knew what his answer would be: “yes”. As long as I’ve known him, a ride in the country is like ice cream to a kid. Farmers like to take a gander at the countryside, regardless of the season, and comment on what they see, which is lots more than city slickers like myself can hope to observe. The actions of land, water and sky are very important in their daily lives.
That’s the essence of being a farmer: having a feel for ones environment.
Along with me, I had a three-CD set of Benny Goodman’s 1935-39 small group recordings, a recent gift from an 84 year old elder neighbor. Vince was 10 years old in 1935, and sometime in his youth he had learned a bit about the clarinet.
He loves music, so Benny Goodman and clarinet was an additional treat on a pleasant early spring afternoon.
I mentioned that I had seen Goodman and his band in person, in Carrington ND, sometime in 1957-58. In that era, somebody in tiny Carrington managed to book famed national acts like Goodman, and Louis Armstrong and ensemble, who I also saw there in September 1957.
We chatted a bit about that, and then Vince said he’d once met Norman Borlaug. “The Nobel Peace Prize winner?” “How did this happen?”
Vince recalled a time he and Edith were driving on Highway 11 west of Hankinson ND and they saw somebody at roads edge. They stopped, and the guy said he was out of gas. So they gave him a ride back into Hankinson, helped him with the gas, and were on their way again.
In the conversation, it came up that their passenger that day was Norman Borlaug, and that he was out in ND checking on some field work on barley, if I recall correctly.
Borlaug won the Nobel Peace Prize in 1970, and Vince knew about him. It seems Borlaug has become controversial. There are assorted opinions about him. You can take your choice.
If you didn’t know the name, “Norman Borlaug”, you would be forgiven. Few outside of the agricultural community probably do.
But the conversation with my Uncle, long retired farmer, now in the twilight of his life, was fascinating to me, in part because through him I have gotten to know common farmers on their farms: how they live, how they think.
Vince was a small farmer by ND standards, but he had a lot of pride in what he did.
And while only high school educated, to this day he reads voraciously, and, if he could, he’d attend this or that farm meeting in his area of the state. He may have been “ordinary”, but ordinary meant extraordinary in so many ways.
He was well read, well educated. He remembered Norman Borlaug from that one brief encounter years ago. I had no doubt that the event happened as described, where described.
There’s the old saw about “don’t judge a book by its cover”, and it applies to my Uncle and to a great many others in all sorts of ways.
The 84-year old man, Don, who gave me that Benny Goodman CD spent much of his work career keeping track of the location of box cars for the Great Northern Railway – this was before computers. This same man, in his small home across the street from us, has an autographed photo of Elizabeth Taylor, dating from the time he was a dinner guest at her home during his days of involvement in the movie industry.
We all have our stories, to be remembered, and celebrated.
Thanks, Uncle Vince, for yours. And Don, as well.

Grain Elevators, Berlin ND, March 27. 2014

Grain Elevators, Berlin ND, March 27. 2014

#864 – Dick Bernard: "We all do better when we all do better"

Willard Munger and Elmer L. Andersen, April 22, 1998, Willard Munger Environmental Award

Willard Munger and Elmer L. Andersen, April 22, 1998, Willard Munger Environmental Award


Saturday was a day for Politics in my community in Minnesota.
Four hours at midday was spent at the local Senate District Convention (DFL – Democratic Farmer Labor party), at which we listened to and endorsed candidates for state representatives; where we approved the resolutions to be passed on to the next level; and where a succession of candidates for assorted state or national office dropped by in the semi-annual whirlwind of seeking election in the fall.
Those who were there as delegates, yesterday, had participated in the Precinct Caucuses in February.
Running for office is a daunting task; Election to, and serving in, office is very, very hard work.
Many like to kick around “politicians” and “politics”, but even the most negative cynics would regret it very quickly if their fantasies were realized: that politicians and taxes and government just went away, slowly drowned in a bathtub, as a premier government hater has declared publicly, and successfully, for many years.
In my district, I’m thankful that JoAnn Ward is running for reelection for State Legislature, and Kay Hendrikson is running for the seat in the other area legislative district in my town.
Saturday March 29 is when the 2014 election officially began for the DFL. Citizens play a huge role in party politics, whether they show up, or not. Individual votes (or non-votes, as the case might be), will make all the difference in the world in November. Yesterday we citizens in attendance elected our representatives to the Congressional District and State Convention levels.
Now the hard, daily work begins.
Saturday night, along with what appeared to be well over 2000 people, we attended the Third Annual Humphrey-Mondale dinner of the Minnesota DFL party. The program is here: Humphrey Mondale Mar 14001 It was extraordinarily well organized and very interesting.
I’m Democrat – that’s no secret. Since the beginning of this blog in 2009, I’ve declared that affiliation at right on this page.
But it’s no secret that the politician I interacted most with was Republican Governor and legislator and businessman Elmer L. Andersen. We had a rich relationship by letters for the past dozen years of his life. From him came 55 letters of varying length and topic, which means he received an equal number of letters from me.
We were friends. We agreed much more than we disagreed. Our aim was to communicate, not change each others minds. But simply talking with persons with other views is helpful to clarify and perhaps even change personal views. Elmer L knew that, and so did I.
Elmer L. was an old-school conservative but progressive Republican in the best tradition of Minnesota and national politics, and at the beginning of this post is a photo of him receiving an Environmental award from his friend and legislative state government colleague DFLer Willard Munger, of Duluth.
Last night, at the DFL program, Paul Austin received the Willard Munger Award.
Unfortunately, we’re not back in the good old days, where politicians of both parties engaged in the tussle of partisan politics, but in the end found ways to respect each other and to compromise. I cherish the memory of Mr. Andersen and Mr. Munger together that April day in 1998. One photo doesn’t catch their friendship as it showed that day.
Some day, perhaps, we’ll relearn the lesson that politics is less about take-no-prisoners war, with winners and losers, as it is a process of fairly representing the interests of all, to work with, not against, the other.
There is a long road to recover any semblance of “the old days”, which really existed up to the 1990s, state and nation. Today’s college age kids have lived their entire lives in a deliberately cynical political environment, where government is portrayed as near-evil by its enemies. It will take lots of work to recover.
Finally there’s that quote that is the subject of this post: “We all do better when we all do better”.
This quote is attributed to then-Sen. Paul Wellstone, at a 1999 meeting in St. Paul. It is true. If the least among us do better, so do the high and mighty. But the high and mighty are doing so obscenely well these days, that it is easy for far too many of them to forget that fact; that pay-back will come in some form, some day, in a most unpleasant way.
Here’s the oldest photo I have of Paul Wellstone, sometime before he ran for statewide office, probably in the early 1980s, perhaps in the 1970s. He was a great man.
Paul Wellstone in his early days.

Paul Wellstone in his early days.


And here’s a couple of photos from the 1998 DFL dinner, at which Al Franken, long before he was Sen. Franken, was dinner speaker. Many DFLers will recognize the persons in the photos.
Al Franken, at left, April, 1998, before the DFL dinner.  At right is Darrell Schmidt.

Al Franken, at left, April, 1998, before the DFL dinner. At right is Darrell Schmidt.


Orville Freeman, with son Mike, April, 1998, at DFL dinner.

Orville Freeman, with son Mike, April, 1998, at DFL dinner.


U.S. Senators Amy Klobuchar and Al Franken (MN) and Elizabeth Warren (MA) March 29, 2014

U.S. Senators Amy Klobuchar and Al Franken (MN) and Elizabeth Warren (MA) March 29, 2014


The 2014 election is about seven months away. Whatever your party, and whatever your attitude about contemporary political conversation, get engaged in all of the ways available to you.
Individual voters are the ones who in the end make the biggest difference.
You, yes YOU, will make the crucial difference this November.
UPDATE March 31, 2014: Overnight came a post about the influence of big money in politics, specifically focusing on casino magnate Sheldon Adelson. The post is worth a read. (“Just Above Sunset” is always worth reading, 6 days a week.)
2014 more than any other year in my lifetime, will be BIG MONEY against INDIVIDUAL VOTES. Sheldon Adelson can cast only a single vote on election day, as can I, so his strategy, and that of his fellows, has to be a focus on how to get ordinary people to work (vote) against their own interests.
It is richly ironic that Sheldon Adelson, among the biggest players in American conservative politics solely by virtue of his wealth, apparently made and makes most of his money off of gambling interests. Casinos never lose, though always attracting people who are sure that this time they’ll win.
Casinos are built on losers losses….
It all comes down to VOTES on election day in November.

#863 – Dick Bernard: An unintended re-learning about something I already knew: the Rapid Change in How We Communicate in Contemporary Society

POSTNOTE: The “work in progress” referred to below is complete as of April 13, 2014.
During the past few days I have been involved in a “headache” assignment, self-imposed, but still a headache.
For years I’ve had a very large notebook including 145 newsletters from a small, very low budget, but vibrant organization I was part of for over 20 years. The newsletters began in 1980, and ended at the end of 2001. I was editor of near 100 of the mostly 6 to 8 page documents, from 1985 till we decided to close down.
Last week, I spent a lot of hours converting about 1000 pages of content into pdf files at 96 dpi. Briefly, I re-saw over 20 years of a small organization as reflected in every one of its newsletter pages. It was exhausting, but very interesting. These newsletters are now on-line, but quietly, here, planned as an addendum to a future post “in progress”.
My involvement with newsletters goes back to being student editor of my college newspaper in 1960-61, and subsequent amateur newsletters for assorted groups.
Newsletter production by small groups of amateurs is no mystery to me.
What struck me with this batch of newsletters from 1980-2001 was how change in technology affected us. These were newsletters laid out by volunteers. All the printer did was print the copy (we had to use a real human print shop: this was before sophisticated copy machines).
For most of the history, the format was the old traditional “cut and paste” with typewritten text, typed on someones typewriter, perhaps adorned with some rudimentary art and press on lettering for headlines. (P. 5 CN 1-26001.) It wasn’t fancy, and it was time consuming.
In the end, for all of these years, the product was mailed to each members U.S. mailbox. It was read, and often saved. For a long while we had a sufficiently large circulation to send bulk rate, which saved on postage, but slowed receipt of the newsletters – just like today. But money was money then.
We were very limited in what we could do, then. In March 1982 the editor used a photograph, but it takes a close look to make out that what the photograph showed. (p. 52 CN 52-78003)
In May, 1985, came the first newsletter that utilized one of early versions of word processors, probably an early Apple. (p. 154 CN 140-170006)
It wasn’t until the 1990s that things like columns, and borders, and shading and the different sizes of type were first used, and they rapidly expanded.
It wasn’t until Jan-Feb 1999 that an e-mail address appeared in the newsletter.
We tend to forget how recent that now almost obsolete innovation came to the common folks.
In Jan-Feb 2000 a website was referred to for the first time. (p. 828 CN 792-829028.)
Of course, most of our readers did not do e-mail, even at the end, and relied on pieces of paper transmitted by U.S. mail to individual mailboxes.
Oh, what a change. Back then, I venture, none of us could have visualized todays cacophony of communication media. And this was not that long ago.
We’ve all experienced this.
I wonder what’s ahead in the next generation. We always think that things will be even better. There is a downside as well.
Someday, we might consider the good old cut and paste days to be something we wish we had again.`
* – If you wish to see these newsletters, go back to the March 24 post, the “Work in Progress” [now completed as “1000 pages…”]. All those pdf’s are there. The content that goes with them is still in preparation, for later.
POSTNOTE: Our newsletter died at the end of 2001, when we were doing our best work, utilizing better technology. Members were dying and in other ways just leaving. People we had relied on as readers were not computer literate and had no intention of becoming so. In a way, we represented the dilemma of contemporary society. We have not figured out how to bridge between the old and the new, and it is hurting us.

#862 – Dick Bernard: An airliner vanishes, Stone Soup, House on Fire, and the 26th Nobel Peace Prize Forum, March 1, 7-9, 2014

UPDATE Mar 2, 2014: Video of all speeches referred to below should be accessible here.
Noon today is the first day of Spring in Minnesota. It’s been a long enough winter here.

Bicycles at the University of Minnesota Mar 8, 2014

Bicycles at the University of Minnesota Mar 8, 2014


It’s been about two weeks since the 26th Nobel Peace Prize Forum, convened at Augsburg College. “Crossing Boundaries to Create Common Ground” was the theme; purposely acknowledging and bringing together different voices, different points of view.
The format worked well. Mark your calendar for next years Forum, March 6-8, 2015.
Best as I can count, there were 37 different possibilities of workshops and speakers in the four days.
I attended 14 of the 1 1/2 hour sessions, beginning with the Dalai Lama on March 1. It was a phenomenal, exhausting, enriching four days. I’ve spent the time trying to distill my own impressions of over 30 hours into a brief recap. All the major talks likely will later be accessible on-line. If they do go on-line, they are all worth your time.
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It is also two weeks since Malaysia Airlines Flight 370 went missing early in the morning on March 7, 13 time zones east of here: Airline Mystery Mar 7 14001.
Two weeks later, this first day of spring, nobody knows anything for sure. What happened is speculation, including from “experts”.
Coincidentally, a few hours before Malaysia officially announced that Flight 370 was missing, I was at the Forum, among two or three hundred, listening to Ian Bremmer, an international consultant to the powerful on Eurasia, primarily, talking about shifts in international power relationships, the kinds of things we hear about in the news: China, Russia-Crimea-Ukraine*, etc.
Geopolitically, “times they are a’changin”.
That missing American airliner, piloted for a Malaysian airline by two experienced Malaysian pilots, carrying primarily Chinese passengers from Kuala Lumpur to Beijing, was probably a routine red-eye flight. Then it went missing. The world community, countries, volunteers, and others sprang into action to try to answer what might turn out to be unanswerable questions.
The search from the beginning has been a community activity – the entire world, literally, becoming the community.
Yes, there have been disagreements about most everything, and everybody has a theory, but what else is new? Such happens in every nuclear family, incessantly: “yes I did”, “no you didn’t”. Flight 370 is just on a much more massive scale, and it is remarkable to watch the world, literally, working together.
Our world is very different from the traditional sphere we grew up within; so is our nation. It is a difficult change for some to adjust to. I hope Bremmer’s talk remains on-line, or returns on-line soon, at the Peace Prize Forum website. For me, his talk will be worth a re-listen, and this time I’ll pay closer attention to his opinions, now, in relation to Flight 370 and what it means. (When he was talking, there had not yet been an announcement about the missing flight. That came several hours later.)
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Until 370 took center stage, what follows was the essence of my thinking about the just-completed Forum.
There was a general additional tone to the four days of the Forum that led me to think about the below photo of my then-near two year old grandson, Ryan, taken May 25, 2001.

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Ryan, May 25, 2001

Ryan, May 25, 2001


In sundry ways, at Augsburg, I picked up the message that we ordinary individuals are the ones who must be the change we wish to see in the world (Gandhi’s quote) and that small groups, as Margaret Mead liked to say, are the key to changing the world for better or for worse.
Liberian Laureate Leymah Gbowee’s keynote at the end of the Forum, March 9, brought things together nicely. Here was a 39 year old Liberian Mom thrust onto the world stage simply because she dared to make a difference in her home country in a time of political crisis. Her then-one year old was folded into her speech. Hers was a practical message, as I would interpret it: “folks, we’re all in this together.”
The day of national or personal omnipotence is past. We’re on this globe together; what happens there, has impact here, and vice versa. There are no boundaries: the internet; portability of disease…. It is a bewildering world for those accustomed to being in control.
There were, I heard, 3200 of us in the hall listening to Dalai Lama on March 1.
He talked, but it is the 3200 of us who have to translate his thoughts and his deeds into action, where we live, that will make a difference.
At the Crowdsourcing session, The classic “Stone Soup” was described…a kettle of water was brought to a boil, and some small stones were the first contributions to the “soup”.
Of course, stones are not edible, even boiled stones. One villager came and dropped in a few carrots, someone else brought beans, and after a while there was a soup for everyone, contributed by everybody…. (“Crowdsource” volunteers with computers and time are helping scour satellite photos of the Indian Ocean for some piece of evidence that may be out there, somewhere.)
Crowdsourcing uses everyone’s talents to get a handle on, and solve some problem or other.
In one of the keynote speeches, Dr. William Foege, one of those considered most responsible for eradicating smallpox as a world disease, talked about a crucial moment in developing a strategy for dealing with the disease in India.
The VIPs were in a community experiencing an outbreak of smallpox, and the discussion centered around whether to target immunize in areas with outbreaks, or blanket immunize entire populations.
A simple villager rose at the meeting, and said that in their village, if a house started on fire, each person would bring their bucket of water and throw it on the fire. It was just common sense. You deal with the fire….
It was a simple piece of village wisdom, made all the sense in the world to the important people there, and Dr. Foege titled his book, “House on Fire”.
Which leads back to that picture of my grandson with the basketball back in 2001.
Ryan obviously had a vision that day – he knew what that hoop was for; his Grandpa – me – had been shooting baskets in that same hoop.
All he needed was a few years, and the patience to grow up a little.
He’s now near 15, loves basketball, is not varsity calibre, but plays actively in the local athletic Association league. He’s fun to watch. He got seven points in one game this year, and he’s learned teamwork in the process: basketball is a great team sport.
#12 Feb 23, 2014

#12 Feb 23, 2014


So it is with us and our world.
We might not be on be on the varsity, but we can play our part, or we can at minimum participate by showing up in the stands. Together we make all the difference. But we have to show up.
In the end analysis, what world our kids inherit will depends on us.
Have a great Spring.
World at Peace Prize Festival at Augsburg College March 5, 2009

World at Peace Prize Festival at Augsburg College March 5, 2009


* – A long, interesting commentary on the Ukraine-Crimea-Russia issue is here.

#861 – Dick Bernard: A Nation of Immigrants. "Footprints in the Snow"

June, 1972

June, 1972


June 1972, with Joni and Tom

June 1972, with Joni and Tom


Today is St. Patrick’s Day. In a sense, everybody is Irish on this day (or the weekend preceding or following), for assorted reasons. Yesterday at Church was the annual moving rendition of “Danny Boy”. Here’s a recent version from New York City I saw on YouTube: “Danny Boy”. I don’t have a lick of Irish in me, but I wore green yesterday; today they’ll be serving green bagels at the bagel bakery next to my coffee shop…on the other end of the spectrum will be the buses taking patrons from pub to pub…a bad hangover in the offing for many who, like me, have not a lick of Irish in them….
We are definitely a nation of immigrants. Most of us of very mixed heritage. “Americans”.
And the stories are not all pleasant or nostalgic.
The Irish began to flood the U.S. in the 1840s, and the reason was they were being starved to death back home. Here’s Timothy Egan in yesterdays New York Times.
African Americans are descendants of “immigrants” – slaves of course, counted in our constitution as 60% of a person with no rights whatsoever, only as property value to their owner. Article I Section 2 of the U.S. Constitution makes this very clear early on when it defined persons: “Representatives and direct Taxes shall be apportioned among the several States which may be included within this Union, according to their respective Numbers, which shall be determined by adding to the whole Number of free Persons, including those bound to Service for a Term of Years, and excluding Indians not taxed, three fifths of all other Persons.”
“[A]ll other persons” equaled slaves, of course.
Of course, Indians were an entire other category – they didn’t count as persons at all (The Amherst Smallpox blankets, and such). Natives just didn’t count. As some would still say: “they lost the war. Get over it.”
Amendments 13, 14 and 15 to the U.S. Constitution, all from the 1860s, began to change the reality, but not very well, as we all know.
Some still fight these battles.
Back in November, 2013, an old guy who apparently hates President Obama, got in a little back-and-forth with me, including this gem: “The only reason [President Obama] was elected, was the fact that he is half black. You never hear him talk about being half white.”
Then there’s “Footprints in the Snow”, heading this post.
I’m half German, half-French-Canadian ancestry. Both sides Catholic, which remains my denomination of choice.
Saturday I had a conflict: I was chairing a still-forming organization to celebrate persons who are celebrating various aspects of French-American heritage at the exact same time I had planned to attend a program, “Tracks in the Snow”, sponsored by a group founded in early 2001, in the twin cities, IRG, the Islamic Resource Group.
I’ve enthusiastically supported IRG for several years – I think they serve an important role in helping build inter-cultural understanding.
Their program was very intriguing to me, and I had reserved to attend. It was about 20 minutes from my other meeting.
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But I had this conflict.
As the French-American group knows, I finally decided to preside at the first part of the meeting, and ask a colleague, Pierre, to take the last part. Such was agreed, and I managed to visit both.
The speaker at IRG was excellent, and at one point talked about the still-conflict in the interpretation of the word “American” in the United States. We are “Americans”, but as in the days of our founding, there are still these psychological barriers by some to accepting certain others as fully a part.
Enroute home I got to thinking about the title and the artwork for the IRG presentation. I remembered something similar from before.
Back in the 1980s and 1990s I had edited a little newsletter for and about French-Canadians in the Twin Cities, and still have the 1000 or so pages, indexed and organized.
It was easy to find the article, “Footprints in the Snow”, and it is presented here for any who wish to read it: Footprints 1986001*
One program talked about Moslems in America since 1880; another about the French-Canadians in America.
I see some similarities.
Have a good St. Patricks Day.
Here’s to understanding, not enmity amongst peoples.
* – (Betty Morency Hudelson did the art work for Footprints in the Snow. She lived on the Mesabi Iron Range in northern Minnesota. Dr. Benoit, who commented on the article, remains a primary authority on the French-Canadian presence in the Midwest, still a resident of Red Lake Falls MN; Dan Gendreau lived in Blaine MN.)
POSTNOTE: Today is 11th anniversary of the beginning of the Iraq War. Yesterday came an interesting transcript from 11 years ago. You can read it here.
There are still some who think we “won” that war, or at minimum, we should keep at completing the win….

#860 – Dick Bernard: A "Charter for Compassion". The "rubber hits the road".

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Mastery October 2003, William front and center

Mastery October 2003, William front and center


Sometimes fragments of life intersect for all of us, and are an opportunity to relearn, or learn for the first time. Here’s a personal example. Perhaps you might think of one or more of your own….
This post begins with an e-mail ‘thread’ a week ago today, about something called the Charter for Compassion, which I’d not heard of. The entire thread, which is not too long, is here, if you wish: Charter of Compassion March 2014Rev Reference is made to a “handout on the golden rule” from Janet McTavish of Duluth area. That is here: Golden Rule – McTavish001
Life goes on.
Then came yesterday.
In the afternoon I suggested to Cathy that we make our usual Lenten trip over to the famous Lenten Friday Fish Dinner in the church basement of St. Albert the Great Catholic Church in south Minneapolis. We went, near beginning time of 4:30. Already the place was packed, and we were in group D, waiting our turn, entertained in the sanctuary by an excellent pianist.
As always, the fish dinner was a great event, the usual simple fare of such church dinners, but with all the energy a gathering of diverse people can generate, just by their presence. Each time – yesterday was no different – we “run into” people we know who, like us, just show up to be part of the community.
One leaves St. Albert’s Fish Dinner energized. It has that way about it.
But this particular day, I made a fateful choice for earlier the same afternoon. I said I was going to go over to visit William at the Nursing Home. It had been six months since our last visit – you know how these things go – and I was feeling very guilty, and not even sure that he was still there. I called his number, and there was no answer. I called the home, and “yes” he was, so at about 2 p.m. I made the half hour trip across the city, reflecting, rehearsing, how this “Prodigal Son” might reenter an important relationship….
Who is William?
I didn’t meet him till the summer of 2002, when he helped convince me to enroll in a workshop of the Mastery Foundation at an area Retreat Center. He was a nice guy, early 70s (a couple of years less than my present age), a retired Methodist minister.
I went and was enriched. There are three photos from 2002: one at the beginning, and the other two at the end of this post. (I’m at left, kneeling, in second row of the top photo.)
A year or so later, William, myself and a lady who’d been in a later workshop, met and decided to try to meet once a month just for coffee, and a tradition began which went on for a long and satisfying time. As such things go, gaps began to occur in our meetings; one or another would miss from time to time; sometimes more than a month went by. William had to stop driving, which further complicated matters, and then he ended up in the nursing home after collapsing at church one Sunday.
I went to visit him a couple of times but then, “radio silence”, till yesterday.
I’d guess, reader, you’ve “been there, done that”, sometime. As time passes, reunion becomes more and more difficult. “How can I do this?”
It is just how it is.
William was in the same room as before. His roommate had fallen right before I got to the door, and couldn’t get up. An orderly was entering the same time I did, and helped the helpless roommate.
William seemed asleep, a shadow of the man I last saw six months ago, and he was slight, then. Pictures of family were above his bed (unfortunately, behind him, not where he could see them).
One notices such things.
I went to the desk, got a piece of paper, and wrote a note, saying I’d come back. I have to admit feeling relieved that I wouldn’t have to encounter myself, to him, in person, just then.
But when I went back, he was awake, and we reconnected in the tentative and awkward way such things happen. An attendant raised the bed a bit at his request.
He’s 86 now. No dreams of ever moving to assisted living with his spouse, Fran, as they hoped would be true six months ago.
I said I had a picture of him from 2002, and he said he’d like that, “just a 4×6”, he said. It’s at the beginning of this post, you’re looking at it; I’ll give him the other two, below, as well: of him, as MC at the closing dinner that year, and of Fran and two other assistants at the workshop.
We shook hands, once, twice, and then, a third time…and I was on my way.
Compassion begins with small steps, and isn’t dramatic.
You don’t need a Charter, I guess, or a dramatic highly public Resolution to care. Compassion can be very hard, and has to be re-learned, again and again and again, one person, one action at a time. And maybe that’s why I’m writing this, today. Maybe, some day, I’ll be gifted with compassion from someone else, when I need it….
Fran (at left) and other assistants Oct 23, 2002

Fran (at left) and other assistants Oct 23, 2002


William, MC at closing dinner October 23, 2002

William, MC at closing dinner October 23, 2002


Oct 23, 2002

Oct 23, 2002

#857 – Dick Bernard: Final Day of 2014 Nobel Peace Prize Forum at Augsburg College.

Dates for the 2015 Nobel Peace Prize Forum: March 6-8, 2015
Posts for previous days accessible here.
Today’s short and final session of the 2014 Forum was very interesting, beginning with a debate about the success or failure of the 113-year Nobel Peace Prize Forum, and ending with a very stimulating talk by 2011 Nobel Laureate Laymah Gbowee of Liberia.
In between was the final series of breakouts. My choice from among seven options was a well attended session, “Nonviolent Resistance: Still Relevant?” with Dr. Mary Elizabeth King of the University for Peace. Dr. King’s website is here. Her activism began in the Civil Rights days of the late 1950s and early 1960s.
As with previous days, today’s debate about the relevance of the Peace Prize as well as Ms Gbowee’s Laureate address are accessible on line. You can view them here.

Laymah Gbowee, March 9, 2014

Laymah Gbowee, March 9, 2014


Ms Gbowee’s talk, and her answers in the following question and answer session, were particularly powerful and revealing, much different than I recall the focus of presentation of F.W. deKlerk on the same stage two years ago. The difference, perhaps, is more due to the fact that deKlerk, when he won his award with Nelson Mandela, was a career political actor in South Africa, representing, in effect, the ideology of the international political establishment in the years of Apartheid; while Ms Gbowee rose from common citizen to grassroots activist to one who helped change her nation, Liberia.
Both spoke powerfully from their personal framework of reference remembering their time in history.
And, of course, gender difference and traditional role differentiation between men and women plays a major part in the different ways of speaking, and differing priorities in prepared remarks.
Ms Gbowee had some powerful insights. I highly recommend watching and listening to her presentation.
She chose as her theme “how to reclaim our boundaries for peace”, a variation on the Conference theme: “Crossing Boundaries to Create Common Ground”.
The debate between Geir Lundestad, Director of the Norwegian Nobel Institute, and Jay Nordlinger, Senior Editor of the National Review, was more predictable. Likely the choice of who you felt won or lost the debate depended on your bias going in.
from left, Jay Nordlinger, Stephen Young, moderator, and Geir Lundestad, March 9, 2014

from left, Jay Nordlinger, Stephen Young, moderator, and Geir Lundestad, March 9, 2014


I happen to think that the Nobel Peace Prize has had a remarkably effective history, given how people organizations work and the fact of its 113 year history.
The Norwegian Nobel Peace Prize is easily the most well known of many variations on the Peace Prize, and, indeed, more well known than the companion prizes awarded by the Swedish Nobel Institute.
Prior to the event I printed out and read a March, 2001, essay by Dr. Lundestad about the first 100 years of the Nobel Peace Prize. It prints out at 25 pages, and can be accessed here.
Jay Nordlingers book about the Nobel Peace Prize can be ordered here.
Of course, Dr. Lundestad’s summary stops at the year 2000.
The Peace Prize recipients since 2000 are as follows:
2001 – United Nations and Kofi Annan
2002 – President Jimmy Carter
2003 – Shirin Ebadi
2004 – Wangari Muta Maathai
2005 – International Atomic Energy Agency and Mohamed elBaradei
2006 – Muhammad Yunus and Grameen Bank
2007 – Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change and Al Gore
2008 – Martti Ahtisari
2009 – President Barack Obama
2010 – Liu Xiaobo
2011 – Ellen Johnson Sirleaf, Laymah Gbowee, Tawakkol Karman
2012 – European Union
2013 – Organisation for the Prohibition of Chemical Weapons
Minnesota Boychoir March 9, 2014

Minnesota Boychoir March 9, 2014


SOME RANDOM PERSONAL THOUGHTS ABOUT THE NOBEL PEACE PRIZE:
It is an honor for the Nobel Peace Prize to be criticized. This means they are doing something worthy of notice.
My own life work was public education, and since at least 1950 the National Education Association (NEA) has annually recognized a National Teacher of the Year, chosen from among nominees from state affiliates across the country, who in turn are nominated by millions of their peers at the school building levels.
Teacher of the Year is a grassroots up award.
The Teacher of the Year program has never purported to select the “best” teacher in the U.S.; rather, to honor a teacher who especially well represents the ideals to which all teachers aspire. “Teacher of the Year” is criticized too. But it has been and remains a wonderful program.
So, too, is this the case in the annual selection of the Nobel Peace Prize winner: someone/some agency spotlighted for his/her/their efforts for Peace, consistent with what likely was Alfred Nobels wish as imperfectly expressed in his Will.
To me, personally, it seems that “peace” and “war” are antonyms, not synonyms.
I am not aware of any “War Prize” (except for the t-shirt I occasionally see which declares the U.S. as “World Champion” for “winning” World War I and World War II.
In its imperfect way, the Nobel Committee, in its many incarnations over 113 years, has attempted to select a candidate or candidates who fit the written criteria established by Alfred Nobel himself, in his Will in the 1890s.
We are now a world of near 7 billion population, with near endless variations of increasingly sophisticated ways to destroy ourselves.
A Peace Prize is ever more important, every year, not just once in awhile. Seemingly increased emphasis on grassroots nominees like Ms Gbowee is as wonderful as it is essential.
When Alfred Nobel died (10 Dec 1896), the population of the world was less than one-fourth of what it is today, and humans were infinitely less sophisticated in their ways of destroying each other.
The carnage of war has increasingly been innocent citizens rather than formal military, and we see examples of this in each and every conflict.
In a profound way, someone like Laymah Gbowee exemplifies in effect the “World Citizen of the Year”, doing something noteworthy to make the world a better place, one community, one person, at a time. In many ways she symbolizes a “changing of the guard”, ethnic, nationality, position in society, which threatens the age-old status quo of white male domination. Of course, this increases push-back from those who ran things, but doesn’t change the result.
I have long treasured two timeless quotations which summarize my own feelings on this matter, and which have long began and ended my own website (currently being updated) to two citizens I admire, Lynn Elling and Joe Schwartzberg:
“Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world, indeed it is the only thing that ever has.”
Margaret Mead
“We must be the change we wish to see in the world.”
Gandhi
Neither Gandhi nor Margaret Mead ever won the Nobel Peace Prize but they, like every one of us, was fully capable of making a difference….

#856 – Dick Bernard: Day Three, Nobel Peace Prize Forum Augsburg College, Science and Health Day

Days One and Two: here. Sunday, March 9, program noon to 5 p.m. here.
UPDATE: All live stream talks at this years Forum “by Nobel Peace Prize Forum” are archived and immediately accessible in their entirety via google plus on YouTube here. By my count there are 13 talks on video thus far, and there will be at least two more today (Sunday March 9).
Today’s (March 8) Forum was stellar.
Personal takeaway: The theme of this years Forum, “Crossing Boundaries to Create Common Ground” holds consistently, and while I was exhausted at the end of the day, and the topics I heard were very serious, I went home feeling hope for the future. The grassroots (all of us) matter.
Todays two keynotes by Dr. Deane Marchbein U.S. President of Doctors Without Borders (Medicins sans Frontiers) and Dr. William Foege, best known for his major contribution to eradication of Smallpox, were superb. They were transmitted world wide live to an international audience, and appear in the video section referred to above. Both talks – indeed all the talks – are very well worth the 1 1/2 hours each. Also, check out Dr. Foege’s book on the eradication of Smallpox: “House on Fire: A Fight to Eradicate Smallpox”.
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Dr. Deane Marchbein, American President Doctors Without Borders, March 8, 2014

Dr. Deane Marchbein, American President Doctors Without Borders, March 8, 2014


Dr. William Foege, March 8, 2014

Dr. William Foege, March 8, 2014


In between, I had to choose between an assortment of workshops, one in the morning and the other in the afternoon, both 1 1/2 hours.
I’m not sure what the other workshops would have offered. Whatever the case, I made two great choices.
“Crowdsourcing to Create Common Ground” sounded interesting (live-streamed and archived here), and indeed it was, featuring four young academics, two with us, the others live-streamed from England, and from Denmark, talking about bridging the gap between past and future methods of finding common ground on questions of all kinds. Speaking as an older person in the midst of college age kids, I found the presentation very well done, and left with a great deal to think about. There are plenty of on-line links relating to the concept Crowdsourcing.
Here are a couple of photos (click to enlarge)
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Live on-line from Oxford, England.  Once the connection was made, communication was clear and conversation seemed easy.

Live on-line from Oxford, England. Once the connection was made, communication was clear and conversation seemed easy.


Many thanks to Dr. Lucy Fortson of UofMN School of Physics and Astronomy; Caren Cooper, Cornell Lab of Ornithology (both on-site), Finn Danielson of Monitoring Matters Network; and Nordic foundation for Development and Ecology, linked in from Denmark; and a representative from zooniverse (in the photo) speaking from England.
In the afternoon, I attended a powerful (and very troubling) session entitled “Crossing Boundaries to Create American Indian Health Equity”. Speaker was Dr. Donald K. Warne Professor of Public Health Program a the North Dakota State University. Dr. Warne is Oglala Lakota who grew up in Kyle SD on the Pineridge Indian Reservation. The first two sentences of the seminar descriptor describes his session well: “We don’t have to travel to the 3rd world to find 3rd world health status. Health indicators of American Indians are shamefully low.” As part of life’s passage, many of us go to poor foreign countries to do good, which is great. In our backyard, at home in our own country, are many trapped in poverty.
Dr. Warne made his points gently, but firmly. His presentation was very clear and troubling, and the audience, largely students, was very attentive. I wish everyone could hear his talk.
I gathered Dr. Warne would be glad to have contacts from people with an interest in the topic: donaldDOTwarneATndsu.edu.
Dr. Donald Warne, March 8, 2014

Dr. Donald Warne, March 8, 2014

#855 – Dick Bernard: Day Two: Youth Festival, and Law and Business Day, Nobel Peace Prize Forum Augsburg College March 7, 2014

PRE-NOTE: The Nobel Peace Prize Forum continues Saturday and Sunday March 8 and 9. Details here. I highly recommend the Forum, an annual tradition at Augsburg College. My thoughts on Day One (Dalai Lama) here.
Prime takeaway: Peace is a process, one person, one action at a time, which has immense cumulative effects. The guests know this, and convey this in one way or another in their talks. Everyone in every power pyramid, regardless of how seemingly insignificant they might be portrayed, or feel, has an equal stake in making our world a better place.
This morning I was walking towards Augsburg College with Tom Morgan. We parted company at Oren Hall, and he suggested that I take a look at the Peace Quilt Labyrinth there, an exhibit arranged by Janet Bear McTavish.
Thus began a usual great day at the Nobel Peace Prize Forum, now in its 26th year, bringing the community together to focus on the issue of Peace.
The basic message of the labyrinth, a series of 44 beautiful quilts, was the shared message of all faiths: what is often called the “Golden Rule”. Within the exhibit was this handout: Golden Rule – McTavish001
Janet (her maiden name, Bear, is actually German, she said), was completing setting up the labyrinth, but was most gracious, spending some time with me. Here are some photos from this must-see exhibit at Oren Center at Augsburg College, Minneapolis.
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Janet Bear McTavish with one of her quilts in the Labyrinth

Janet Bear McTavish with one of her quilts in the Labyrinth


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Entry panel quilt

Entry panel quilt


My personal choice this first day was the Youth Festival, long a part of the Forum, open to students, this years focus grades 4-12. This years Festival co-sponsor was Youthrive. They did an expert job, including as MCs.
(The Youth Festival is not on the public program and by invitation to schools. I know of it from several years active involvement in it.)
Several hundred students were inspired by dynamic Nobel Laureate Leymah Gbowee (Liberia, 2011 Nobel Peace Prize); and Dr. Deane Marchbein, American President of Medecins Sans Frontieres (Doctors Without Borders, Nobel Peace Prize 1999). Ms Gbowee is keynote speaker at the Forum on Sunday afternoon; Dr. Marchbein is keynote speaker on Saturday morning. Videos of their talks will be on-line at the Augsburg Peace Prize website soon.)
I have become accustomed to pleasant surprises at the Nobel Forums.
This year, along with the Quilts, another highlight occurred when Leymah Gbowee asked that the houselights be turned off; then asked the kids in the bleachers to turn on their cell phone lights. Here was the result:
cell phones on at Melby Hall, Augsburg, Mar 7, 2014

cell phones on at Melby Hall, Augsburg, Mar 7, 2014


The message of Ms Gbowee to the kids was simple: “you, the young people, are the light of the world”; a simple, powerful encouragement to everyone that they, individually, make all the difference.
Both Dr. Marchbein and Leymah Gbowee connected with their young audience, and one can imagine that lots of these kids and their teachers and parents went home inspired to light up their own worlds in a positive way, as we all can light up our world. (A few more photos at the end of this post.)
After the Youth Festival, I attended one of the workshops of Law and Business Day, and also the final talk of the afternoon. Both were worthwhile.
Looking for something worthwhile to do this weekend?
It’s not too late to attend and participate in this years Peace Prize Forum at Augsburg College. You won’t regret it.
Gallery. Click on any to enlarge.
Leymah Gbowee poses with kids after her talk.

Leymah Gbowee poses with kids after her talk.


Dr. Deane Marchbein, Doctors Without Borders, shared her experiences with the student audience

Dr. Deane Marchbein, Doctors Without Borders, shared her experiences with the student audience


from left Keith Nelson of Best Buy, Jothie Rajah of American Bar Association, Judge John Tunheim, U.S. District Court, and Wilhelmina Wright, Justice of Minnesota Supreme Court, discuss complexities of The Global Rule of Law: Crossing Boundaries.

from left Keith Nelson of Best Buy, Jothie Rajah of American Bar Association, Judge John Tunheim, U.S. District Court, and Wilhelmina Wright, Justice of Minnesota Supreme Court, discuss complexities of The Global Rule of Law: Crossing Boundaries.


Ira Bremmer President and Founder of Eurasia Group gave his views on international developments in Eurasia.

Ira Bremmer President and Founder of Eurasia Group gave his views on international developments in Eurasia.


The First Graders from Burroughs School worked their annual magic.

The First Graders from Burroughs School worked their annual magic.


Dr. Geir Lundestad (at left), Executive Director of Norwegian Nobel Peace Prize Institute, and Lynn Elling, center right foreground, co-founder of the Youth Festival 17 years ago, were honored guests.

Dr. Geir Lundestad (at left), Executive Director of Norwegian Nobel Peace Prize Institute, and Lynn Elling, center right foreground, co-founder of the Youth Festival 17 years ago, were honored guests.


World Citizen display at Peace Prize Youth Festival March 8.

World Citizen display at Peace Prize Youth Festival March 8.


The Festival of Nations, a long-standing program of the International Institute of Minnesota, was invited to publicize its annual Festival in St. Paul, May 1-4, 2014.  Its 2014 theme: "Peace Among the People".

The Festival of Nations, a long-standing program of the International Institute of Minnesota, was invited to publicize its annual Festival in St. Paul, May 1-4, 2014. Its 2014 theme: “Peace Among the People”.