#1090 – Dick Bernard: Muslims

Seek First to Understand, Then To Be Understood; Stephen Covey, Seven Habits of Highly Effective People.

A mosque and cemetery on the North Dakota prairie, July 28, 2007

A mosque and cemetery on the North Dakota prairie, July 28, 2007


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A place of Peace, the Ross Mosque, July 28, 2007

A place of Peace, the Ross Mosque, July 28, 2007


My growing up was in the tiniest of communities in various parts of North Dakota. The population density of ND, then, was roughly ten persons per square mile. Today it is really not much different.
We lived in eight different places in my first eighteen years, twice, literally, in the country. Five of those eighteen years, our closest neighbors were farmers. Sometimes the towns were mostly Catholic (my “brand”), sometimes mostly Lutheran, with a few other Protestants tossed in. If there were atheists (and there were atheists, I’m certain), they kept quiet….
There was almost no cultural diversity of any kind worth noting in those small towns of my youth.
Then there was 1953-54, my eighth grade year, in the “blink of an eye” town of Ross where I met the only childhood friend I still keep up with regularly, 62 years later.
I knew him as Emmett, a farm kid; the official records record his first name as Mohammed. I am forever grateful that he and I met, and have stayed in contact ever since. He was and is a great gift to me.
The rest of this part of the story is here, from Sep 5, 2010.
For those who are all stirred up about Muslims these days, but really have never actually known a Muslim, I’d recommend this, my own, story about a Muslim kid and his farm family and kinfolk in my tiny North Dakota town.
Many years have passed by since 1953-54.
I have known many Muslims in many contexts over the years.
Just last year I spent a couple of months with Ehtasham and Suhail, from Pakistan, whose project was to film Americans who professed peace.
Ehtasham interviewing Native American author and Vietnam War veteran Jim Northrup, Memorial Day, 2014, Vets for Peace gathering.

Ehtasham interviewing Native American author and Vietnam War veteran Jim Northrup, Memorial Day, 2014, Vets for Peace gathering.


(Ehtasham Anwars Facebook page includes two video summaries of his interviews of 10 Minnesota Peacemakers. Take a look. Scroll down right hand side.)
Sometimes I see amusing things, like the time, in my town, when I saw a tall Catholic Nun in the traditional black habit, coming out of the local FedEx. She brought back old Catholic school boy memories for me. She was out of place, that’s for sure. Then the person opened the car door and when she turned I saw that she had her face covered, in full hijab.
The only generalization I can make about Muslims is that they are just good people, like anyone else.
Occasionally, certainly, a rotten apple can be found in the barrel of life – it is no work of genius to find an example.
But we Christians, and those who are Jews, don’t have to look very hard to find our own very bad examples. Start with supposed “leaders” who gin up fear and resentment of some “other” for political advantage.
But at its essence, all of us, all of humanity – share common roots; and we are generally good people.
Take the time to really appreciate others you may not know, and appreciate their own customs and traditions which are very rich.
There are many positive websites. Here’s one to begin with: Islamic Resource Group. Another is Unity Productions Foundation.
Ruhel and Lynn, Dec. 2, 2015, Bloomington MN

Ruhel and Lynn, Dec. 2, 2015, Bloomington MN


When we went to visit our friend, Lynn Elling, in the Nursing Home, Ruhel Islam of Gandhi Mahal Restaurant in Minneapolis brought along soup and bread from the restaurant, and helped feed Lynn. It was a very tender time.
It will always stay in my mind that at the very time Ruhel was helping Lynn eat the soup he had brought, the two killers in San Bernardino were preparing to press the trigger in their insane rampage. We had no way of knowing that. Ruhel’s action represented the very best of humanity, what we see most. The killers in any places represent the murderous fringe of all societies.
Who do we wish to recognize and empower?
POSTSCRIPT:
There seems considerable fantasy thinking when the emphasis is on the belief that terror can be kept out, by refusing to allow people who might theoretically do bad things in.
Not only can we not keep terror out, but the very hysteria of labeling people or groups as somehow evil only magnifies the threat to us.
I have a small personal example from a dozen years ago.
I was invited to join a delegation going to Haiti in 2003. I was the oldest in the group, and I went only as an opportunity to learn. That was my sole agenda.
On a particular day, we were invited to visit with a group of men and women from a slum, all of whom had been victims of political oppression, including rape, and the like. It was plausibly believed, at the time, that the United States was behind a move to oust the democratically elected President of Haiti, whose constituency was the poor, the very constituency we were visiting. The U.S. had previously supported the long-time brutal dictator of the country and, paradoxically, was not enamored of “democracy” in that impoverished country.
I just sat and listened as people described the outrages that had happened to them some years earlier. I had nothing to say. I took a few photos.
Afterwards, after a lunch provided by us, we went around the group to shake hands.
One of the men – I remember this vividly – refused to shake my hand.
I reminded him of something. Perhaps my age, my race, my nation, my demeanor reminded him of something offensive, probably related to the historical long time dominance over his country by the United States of America.
The “blowback” these days for dissing someone else is very likely and deliberate.
In even the poorest countries there are cell phones and television and networks now. People are aware.
What happened in Haiti sticks in my mind whenever I’m reminded of the gracious invitation of my friend in Pakistan to come and visit his country. Who is it who will see this American if I visit, and I remind him of something?
In other words, we make bad things much much worse by our “better than thou” attitude.
Our national arrogance is not helpful.

#1081 – Dick Bernard: Paris, November 13, 2015

SEE POSTNOTE AT END OF THIS POST:
We learned of the unfolding tragedy in Paris last Friday evening. Immediately, at 5:55 p.m. I sent a quick note to our friend, long-time Parisian, Christine: “The tragedy is, of course, being heavily covered here in the U.S…thoughts are with you and everyone.”
In minutes came Christine’s reply: “We are now talking up to 100 dead and as many heavily injured. It is so frightening…. It is not even finished yet….. Snipers everywhere…. Some are talking about 200 dead now as I am writing…. I can’t sleep and I am crying alone…. None of my family are unsafe, thanks God.”
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Saturday morning we headed to North Dakota for a long-planned weekend.
I never travel with computer, and rarely listen to the radio on the road, so I don’t stay up to date.
At the motel in LaMoure, the TV brought the media interpretation.
A congresswoman from Indiana was voicing a common talking point from the right: essentially, the problem was President Obama’s fault.
A later clip talked about an alleged perpetrator having a Syrian passport, and a direct inference to the refugees flooding into Europe: a rich opportunity to gin up anti-immigrant hysteria.
Sunday morning the story focused on the one known American victim, a young woman from California.
Sunday night, back home, Sixty Minutes had an instant analysis with Scott Pelley interviewing (so I recall) three people in the allotted fifteen minutes or so. Being Sixty Minutes, it brought an authoritative “first rough draft of history” to the crisis.
So it goes with short-hand and instant journalism….
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Christine’s response was totally normal. Shock. Something very bad had just happened in her city; something very bad had happened in Paris in January as well: the Charley Hebdo massacre. It is very easy to lose equilibrium, at least temporarily. Anyone of adult age has experienced some crisis; one that leaves us reeling.
Time most always brings balance, but it takes time.
The congresswoman and the media spin present a unique problem of contemporary media: a race to a sought conclusion; to make news instantly. Here, somebody must do something, and destroy the problem RIGHT NOW.
Such a problem is also a political opportunity to move a particular agenda. Anyone with a keypad (including me) can speak. Being adult, thinking things through, and acting accordingly, is less desirable.
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My mind keeps going back to 9-11-01, and our collective national response at that time.
There was, let’s be honest about this, a near universal call for some kind of revenge after 9-11: 94% of the citizenry approved the bombing of Afghanistan in October, 2001 (Afghanistan Oct 7 2001001). There was something akin to nationally sanctioned murder: it felt good, apparently, for us to get even, immediately. Any politician at the time can be excused for being soft on the going after the evildoers. We, the people, wanted revenge; each and every politician casting a wrong (anti-war) vote would have been an easy target. We demanded retribution.
(I was in the 6% against sanctioned violence then. I could see no good coming out of our response.
It was a very lonely place to be, then. My thoughts in the Minneapolis Star Tribune six months later: Dick B STrib 4-20-02001
I think I was right, then.
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What is ahead, three days into a genuine tragedy in Paris?
After 9-11-01, normal shock was transformed into a disastrous war with Iraq which lives on in ISIS in its assorted descriptions and manifestations. The monster has been created, and we created it.
Odds are 100% certain that there will be other incidents, if not in France, somewhere else. Let’s not forget, however, that there have been other incidents, before. Oklahoma City in 1995 comes to mind; the Littleton school killings in 1999. On and on.
What I hope for now is what I hoped for 14 years ago: a mature adult response by national and world leaders to a serious problem. Hopefully we learned at least a few lessons from the post 9-11 debacle.
I’ll watch how the French respond, and I hope it won’t be hysterical as ours was, after 9-11-01.
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Here, with her permission and my thanks, are Christine’s comments earlier today: “We are hearing now [lunch time in France, 6 a.m. Minnesota time] about the war developments (bombing from the French over Daech headquarters in Dakka, the US initiative from President Obama about oil tanks in Syria (New York Times) …. It does not stop. And testimonies, interviews….The terrorists were preparing the attacks from Belgium and the Belgium people are collaborating with the French….
We have an extraordinary meeting of the Senators and Representatives together in Versailles to listen to the President Hollande. (He has no right to penetrate any of the Chambers) at 4 o clock (our time of course). President Hollande is extremely worried about more imminent terror attacks and therefore keeps people being frightened and anxious. He wants to keep the “emergency state” up to 3 months and that is the reason for bringing this extraordinary assembly because he, alone, can only make that decision for 12 days. To make it longer, he needs to be approved by both chambers. This emergency state gives the government more rights over private rights like arresting people, searching in private houses, expelling people and depriving some from the French nationality… and more….”

POSTNOTE November 17:
Several days after Friday the 13th I’ve been attentive to the “chatter” of genuine real people (beyond on the headlines and the news leads on television news).
Out in LaMoure we were at a gathering of 150 people Saturday night. A few hours after the tragedy, the topic of Paris didn’t come up in any way in my hearing; at another meeting last night, it wasn’t mentioned either. Yes, there is e-chatter, but it is far less than after 9-11-01.
My favorite summarizer of national news helps bring me up to date each day, and here is his digest overnite. He seems to catch the mood pretty well.
Perhaps, just perhaps, unlike 9-11-01, 11-13-15 is potentially reflecting more of an adult response to a situation.
I can hope.
In my home office, within eyeshot to my left, are two boxes full of paper, 9″ in height. They have been there for a dozen years, and I cannot bring myself to throw them out. They are two years of e-mails between friends between 9-11-01 and the end of November, 2003. Someone else will have to throw them out when I’m out of the picture. I guess they represent an important part of my own personal history.

#1074 – Dick Bernard: The newest crisis at Congress in Washington D.C.

Lots of people despise “politics”, even though the very essence of politics is people like you and me. It is easy to blame “them” (choose your favorite “them”). In reality, it is all of us who vote, who never vote, who make demands that are impossible to satisfy.
Politics is all of us. Period.
I write at another crisis time in Congress (that is all there ever seems to be).
It is said, now, that 40 Congresspersons, called the “Freedom Caucus”, are essentially trying to run things as a new speaker is to be elected to replace John Boehner who is quitting.
Whatever “dog” you happen to favor in this conflict, note that number, 40. 40 people who think they have the political process by the throat and can move their agenda by being united.
These folks, out of perhaps 320,000,000 Americans, believe that they can control the political process in this country, simply by sticking together.
They know politics, the rules, the Constitution. They are, yes, playing by the rules.
They know how to get the Press: the latest stupidity of “Benghazi” morphing into “e-mails” will play out on stage today, perhaps, or tomorrow, and make news, when there is no news to make.
Whether you think they’re wonderful, or awful, it is best that you watch what happens in the next weeks on all manner of issues.
If gridlock and control by tiny minorities is what you want, fine.
These are scary times, indeed, when people who call themselves “Freedom Caucus” are essentially the same people who want to control others freedom, and exert their unmerited, but accessible power.
Those of you who think that’s wonderful, fine.
But these 40 aren’t your friends, ultimately. They are only friends of their own national and worldview, and everyone else is disposable.
Friday morning, after Benghazi….
When I wrote, yesterday, I wasn’t sure if the hearing was Thursday. I guess I thought it was Wednesday yesterday – I am getting older, you know.
But when I came home from a meeting last night, after 8 p.m., and the hearing was still on, live, I knew this had been a long day in the hearing room, of which I saw almost none.
Just Above Sunset does a good job, as usual, of covering 11 hours of essentially nothing. You can read it here.
But after everything is said in done, it is up to the individual voters, who vote, or don’t vote at all, who will make the difference.
Especially pay attention to who your representive in the House of Representatives is, or will be….

#1062 – Dick Bernard: The "Debates"

Last night I turned off the “telley” at 6:30. I missed the “debates” from the Reagan Library in Simi Valley California.
Not that there is much to miss. The combatants (that’s what they are) are practicing refining their hopefully winning message to a certain subset of the American electorate who will, in a few months, be voting in Republican Primary Elections in some early states, like New Hampshire and Iowa.
Everything is very predictable. Occasionally some surprise happens, as when now-former candidate and Texas Governor Rick Parry, in the 2012 round, declared firmly that he would eliminate three U.S. Cabinet departments…but who, when asked, couldn’t remember the third…. Those things are noticeable. Depth of knowledge apparently is not needed.
We are stuck with the “debates”.
The choice is whether to watch them or not. It is like getting hooked on a “reality” show like “Big Brother” (doubtless borrowing from George Orwell’s “Big Brother” in the book 1984. Big Brother never makes an actual appearance in 1984, but he is omnipresent….)
The debates cause me to think back to 1982 when my Dad and I and four traveling companions met a solo traveler at Laval University in Quebec City. Her name was Mary, and she was from England. We invited her to join us for a day or two of sightseeing.
Mary, I came to learn years later, was the daughter of a prominent Judge in London’s Old Bailey Court, His Honour Alan King-Hamilton, and years later, in October 2001, I was able to meet him in person, still intellectually formidable at age 96.
In 1926-27 he had been President of the Cambridge Union Society.

Cambridge Union Society with  committee and two  guest speakers 8 June, 1927. Debaters in America, Fall 1927:  Alan King-Hamilton and H. L. Elvin, front 4&5th from left; H. M Foot, back, 4th from left.   From King-Hamilton's book, "And Nothing But the Truth".

Cambridge Union Society with committee and two guest speakers 8 June, 1927. Debaters in America, Fall 1927: Alan King-Hamilton and H. L. Elvin, front 4&5th from left; H. M Foot, back, 4th from left. From King-Hamilton’s book, “And Nothing But the Truth”.


Mary took my wife and I around to places to see in London, one of which was for lunch at Middle Temple, a haven for barristers, and in the library I pulled a book from the shelves by her Dad, And Nothing But the Truth. Lo and behold, the first page I opened referred to a 1927 Debate Tour of the United States taken by the Judge and two of his colleagues, H.L Elvin and H. M. Foot, as part of the exchange program of the Institute of International Education (IIE), now commonly referred to as the Fulbright Program.
Over time, I came to learn much about the Debates in 1927. A list of the debates is here (two pages): King-Hamilton et al 1927001. Alan K-H turned 22 near the end of the U.S.-Canada tour.
In 1927, debates were, like the Presidential debates now, spectator sports. In effect, in this case, the U.S. college versus Cambridge!
The teams had to be prepared to argue either the affirmative or the negative of several different issues.
In one memorable debate, at UCBerkeley, there was such a large crowd that they agreed to do two debates simultaneously in two separate halls. This made for some amusement. Judge King-Hamilton recalled in his diary “when I arrived in the second hall, I [found] that their first speaker and Elvin (who spoke first for us) [had] already finished, and Elvin [had] been filling in time by entertaining the audience with his views on America. I [had] to dash back again to the first hall and reply to three speeches, two of which I [hadn’t] heard.” But, all was well: “it [was] a very successful and amusing evening, and we were all in good form.”
After a month and a half in North America, King-Hamilton mused on the United States: “through the Middle West, from North Dakota to Texas, we have encountered religious curiosity which develops into something like intolerance upon the information being given to them. In the East they want to know who your father is, in the Middle West who your God is, and in the far West how much money you’ve got!” In his 1982 book, “And Nothing But The Truth”, Judge King-Hamilton recalls this same question, and asks “I wonder if it is still the same now, more than fifty years later.” (p. 14)
I wonder how the good Judge, deceased at 105 in 2009, would comment on the American “debates” if he were now to witness them.
Personally, I find them as substantive as “let’s make a deal” or similar game shows.
Caveat Emptor….

#1061 – Dick Bernard: September 11

NOTE: I’ve added a postnote to this post.

Nuclear weapons, from display at Hiroshima Nagasaki Exhibit at Landmark Center, St. Paul Aug 23, 2015

Nuclear weapons, from display at Hiroshima Nagasaki Exhibit at Landmark Center, St. Paul Aug 23, 2015


Seventy years ago today, September 11, 1945, my mother’s brother – my Uncle and Navy Lieutenant George Busch – was on board the Destroyer, the USS Woodworth, which had anchored the day before in Tokyo Bay. (WWII was over, the surrender signed nearby on September 2, 1945.)
I know this from the ship daily log books which I had requested back in the 1990s. Uncle George was on the Woodworth, from January, 1943, through the end of the war, till docking in Portland Oregon October 20, 1945, thence reentering into American civilian peace-time society.
Presumably on September 11, 1945, those on the Woodworth had an opportunity to take a look at what was left of Tokyo.
from Bombers over Japan WWII, Time-Life Books 1982, page 198

from Bombers over Japan WWII, Time-Life Books 1982, page 198


Perhaps some of them – perhaps my Uncle George? – did as my Dad’s cousin and best man, Marvin, an Army veteran, who was field promoted to Colonel by the end of the war, and was for a short time head of a Prefecture on Japan. He told me once that his first act on reaching Japanese soil was to “piss on it”. So it is with showing dominance over enemies after conquest, and disrespecting the vanquished, even though his Prefecture was far from the seat of things militarily – it was just a rural area in northern Japan.
The war in the Pacific had been a vicious one for all, and in addition, Marvin’s cousin, my Dad’s brother Frank, had gone down with the Arizona at Pearl Harbor, December 7, 1941.
Marvin and Frank, circa 1935, probably Oakwood ND

Marvin and Frank, circa 1935, probably Oakwood ND


There have been lots of September 11ths before and since 1945.
September 11, 2015, in addition to the obligatory nod to THE 9-11, will probably feature, on TV tonight, the endless commercials attacking one of our MN Congressmen who apparently is not condemning the Nuclear Agreement with Iran and is viewed as politically vulnerable. One ad ends with a horrific fireball, a “mushroom cloud”, as if it is some unique invention to be pioneered by the Iranians if we don’t see to it that they’re kept under our heel. Such propaganda is expensive and persuasive. We have become slaves to sophisticated media messages which are difficult to escape.
But there are alternative realities as well. Tomorrow somewhere in the Twin Cities a large number of new citizens will proudly take the oath, and graduate to full citizenship in the United States. It is doubtless a ritual shared in all countries, all that differs is the precise way it is done.
And these new citizens will be proud of their new citizenship, as they’re proud of their own homeland, and are likely more aware than the vast majority of us about what it means to be an “American”. They’ve had to study our system, and they are knowledgeable. Sorry, more of us aren’t as aware….
We all will do as we will do today, and tomorrow and next week and on and on and on.
Three simple suggestions:
1. To become acquainted with the organization Green Card Voices, which is doing very significant work to bring to life those who have spent years as Green Card holders in the U.S. enroute to citizenship.
2. If you’re in the Twin Cities, take time to go to the Landmark Center in St. Paul, and see the exhibit provided by the City of Nagasaki about the bomb and its affect August 9, 1945. It is a relatively small exhibit, but if you pay attention to it, you’ll easily be there more than an hour. It’s on till November 28. The schedule is here:
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3. To pick up and reread, or read for the first time, George Orwell’s “1984”, published in 1949, which I probably didn’t see till college days. It is rather disquieting to translate his novel to present day American terms: actors like “telescreen”, “Proles”, and all of that. (I looked up September 11, 1984, and there really wasn’t all that much happening that particular day. But Orwell was in many ways a visionary, and most of us are todays Proles, who allow life happen to us without much regard to the consequences.)
Each one of us has a certain command of our own “ship”, and we can impact positively or negatively on how it sails, and how it impacts ourselves, and others.
Have a great day.
Same source as above, Aug. 23, 2015

Same source as above, Aug. 23, 2015


POSTNOTE: After publishing the above I watched the 9-11-2015 evening news which, as expected, emphasized again, on this 14th anniversary of 9-11, the continuing national mourning of what seems to be our now perpetual “Pearl Harbor”.
No “mushroom cloud” ads appeared, as erroneously predicted by myself, perhaps because a concerted effort to stop the deal failed in the U.S. Congress on Sep. 11 – a date probably specifically strategically selected for the vote.
No doubt, we experienced a tragedy 9-11-01, but the biggest tragedy of all is our continual obsession of the need to be in control; and the seeming narrative that the only way to prevent war is to be stronger and more threatening than the other party in preparing for the next war…more or less the narrative of George Orwell’s 1984. We seem to need to have an enemy to validate our existence. We are made to live in constant fear of some other.
9-11-01 took the lives of 3 Minnesotans, it was reported tonight. In the 2000 census there were 4.9 million Minnesotans. (There were 281 million Americans in 2000.) After 9-11 has come continuous war, Iraq, Afghanistan, ISIS/Syria, with all the attendant loss of life and disruption of normal lives, including the present day refugee crisis. ISIS/ISIL is a direct outgrowth of our actions in Iraq, including regime change.
We don’t seem to learn, we need to change the conversation, beginning within ourselves.
I wonder if we have the capacity to do this….

#1055 – Dick Bernard: Dealing with Differences. The Iran Nuclear Agreement, the Koreas, North and South, et al

POSTNOTE, AUGUST 28: Here is the video of the entire two-hour program on the Iran Nuclear Agreement, on which I comment, below.
A few hours before attending a two hour “Round Table” on the Iran Nuclear Agreement Monday night, I was talking with a friend, who at the same time, was monitoring tweets from another friend at some political conference somewhere. A prominent Minnesota legislator was speaking at the time, and he commented, according to the tweet, that “in my district, the only acceptable vote [on any legislation] is NO”.
He would have been talking, of course, about his “base”, the majority of voters who elected him to the legislature from their district. They obviously aren’t into the give and take of what I consider healthy politics: healthy debate accompanied by compromise to reach an always imperfect resolution. Rather their idea seem “my way or the highway”. You win or you lose, and all that matters is winning…. A certain recipe for conflict where, ultimately, everyone loses.
A few hours after the Round Table, on Tuesday morning, I noted at the top of page A4 of the Minneapolis Star Tribune the below photo, which was surrounded by a long article, “Talks yield deal to ease Korean Tensions”.
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Minneapolis Star Tribune Aug. 25, 2015

Minneapolis Star Tribune Aug. 25, 2015


Clearly these representatives of enemies of over 60 years were negotiating to resolve an issue; face-to-face with a handshake to seal a doubtless imperfect deal to both sides.
The image particularly struck me because a dozen hours earlier I watched and listened to another group of four men, talking pro and con about the Iran Nuclear Agreement before a couple of hundred of us at the Cowles Auditorium at the Humphrey School of Public Affairs at the University of Minnesota. The below photo is representative of many that I snapped of the group.
August 24, 2015, at University of Minnesota.  From left, Terrence Flower, Oren Gross, Tom Handson, William Beeman

August 24, 2015, at University of Minnesota. From left, Terrence Flower, Oren Gross, Tom Handson, William Beeman


Each photo would have seen the four characters in a somewhat different light. Photos are simply “freeze frames”, in these digital days easily manipulated to convey the desired “spin”.
The content of the Monday gathering was no particular surprise: polar opposites invited to express their positions. A good summary was provided by Eric Black who covered the session.
William Beeman and Oren Gross apparently were the main spokespeople for the pro and con side: both were well informed and convincing; the room was probably filled with partisans, one way or the other who didn’t need convincing. Everything was very civil, but there was no bargaining, not so much as “you have a good point”….
While the Monday session was strictly a talking at, rather than talking with, exercise, it was a very worthwhile use of my time, I felt. At two hours, it is too long for airing on on-line media, which is a shame. It was very interesting to hear these four panelists talk about an extraordinarily complex topic – the multilateral Nuclear deal with Iran – to an audience which was, likely, split in its opinions about whether the deal was “good” or “bad”.
We all had an informal ballot we could fill out, assessing whether the two hours changed our individual minds on whether the deal was good or not. I answered “no”. My guess is that my answer was by far the most common vote.
We were not there to negotiate; rather to listen and learn a bit more.
Of course, this was intended, but it is also very representative of an unfortunate reality in our nation today. We are a nation filled with sound bite certainties. We make judgments based on our own fragments of information about all manner of simple and complex issues.
I happen to be in Beeman’s corner on the Nuclear deal issue (Beeman, Iran Nuclear001), but always willing to listen to other points of view.
As for “getting to yes”, those four folks (photo above) from “axis of evil” North Korea; and shining star of capitalism South Korea best represent the harsh reality of actually doing a deal, where the status quo, even on relatively simple issues from a global perspective, is difficult.
The actual negotiations for the Iran Agreement of course is infinitely more complex, but the very engagement of our countries participation and leadership in the process is worthy of congratulations to all negotiating parties.
Negotiations is part of everyones life. Why should negotiating international differences be any different?
POSTNOTE: RELATED, Note the October 9-10, 2015 Workable World Conference on Transforming the United Nations System. Details here.
Here is a link to a year-long series of posts related to international issues on this, the 70th year of the United Nations.

#1045 – Dick Bernard: On "Warriors" and "American Heroes". Remembering First Sergeant Strong

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If one follows national politics at all, one staple is obvious: the cult of American superiority as played out by its military “warriors” and “heroes”. It has most recently erupted in the Republican political debate, largely brandished by candidates and members of the political echo chamber who never served in the military, and conveyed to a public who have also, by and large, never served, and have a John Wayne movie (or, for the youngers, Transformers) view of the fantasy of invincibility of American military prowess.
For those who’ve been there, war is hell, something to be avoided…like the religious concept of Hell: Hell is a place you think you know about, but don’t want to go there to visit.
A few days ago, in this space, I published a photo of North Dakota farm boy and Marine Francis Long. Private Long was killed on Saipan on July 2, 1944, 13 days after the battle began; 7 days before it ended.
Late Sunday afternoon, I turned on public television, and it happened they were rebroadcasting part four of Ken Burns powerful series on WWII. This segment featured the horrors of Normandy, and of Saipan….
Francis Long gave me context for Ken Burns re-creation in images of the Saipan campaign, and about the reality of war…for all sides. About 50,000 dead during the battle of Saipan alone. Saipan was hell for U.S. GI’s and the enemy Japanese combatants; no less, it was hell for the Japanese who lived on Saipan, a great many of whom, civilians for whom Saipan was home, committed suicide by jumping off a cliff rather than surrender to the Americans.
War is hell.
But this post is about another soldier I knew: First Sergeant Fred Marcus Strong.
I was 22 when I met him in Company C, 1st Battalion, 61st Infantry, 5th Infantry Division (Mech) at Ft. Carson Colorado in 1962. For more than a year I was his Company Clerk; and he was top enlisted man in Company C. There were perhaps 150 of us in the Company. I got to know Sergeant Strong pretty well, though he seemed really old at the time (he apparently was 39), and he was my superior. Our desks were adjacent to each other, and our office was “Grand Central Station” for the company; as it was when we were on maneuvers, which was often.
He and I related well, in a quiet sort of working way. Sometimes we conversed about home, and he told me about growing up in the Tennessee/Virgina border area.
Our Division was training, it turned out, for Vietnam.
Time passes, but I never forgot Sergeant Strong. He had a powerful and positive impact on me. He was a gentle man. I made some failed attempts to find out if he was still alive. Search technology had not reached today’s sophistication.
This Memorial Day a friend forwarded a powerful tribute to GIs sponsored by a grocery chain out of Bristol Tennessee. You can view it here, the link is in the first line.
Sergeant Strong came back to my life. I knew from long ago conversations that he was from the general vicinity of this place, and I decided, once again, to look him up.
Sure enough, he had a mailing address, near Fort Carson, so I wrote him a long catch-up letter, not knowing if I’d ever hear back.
Presently came an e-mail, from his daughter: “My Mother wanted me to contact you when she got your letter to let you know that my Dad passed on June 9th 2014. Mother was so happy to get your letter and it made her feel very good to know someone cared enough about Dad to write after all these years…She is so lonely without him. We all miss him.”
A little later, about July 10 came an envelope with a brief note, and Sergeant Strongs obituary, which leads this post, and speaks for itself. Look deeply at the picture: that is the Sergeant Strong I remember.
I was struck by this memory card, stark in its simplicity. This was as perfect a summary of service as I’ve ever seen. The customary biographical sketch is not on this card. But it doesn’t need to be.
Anything more would have been a distraction from the essence of a life of service by Sergeant Strong which most likely included World War II and Korea:
Military Honors. “Army”
The memory card and note from his daughter has joined the goblet made by my Uncle Frank on the USS Arizona before he went down with the ship December 7, 1941.
Thank you, First Sergeant Strong.
POSTNOTE: In my followup letter I included a couple of memories of 1962-63, which you can read here: Ft. Carson 1962-63001
Some years ago, I happened to meet the mail clerk for Company C, just a kid like myself, and we were reminiscing. He recalled, back then, that he really wanted to become a helicopter pilot, but Sergeant Strong quietly counseled him out of that idea.
Doubtless, First Sergeant Strong knew war, and not from the abstract.
We were training for Vietnam. He knew that. He knew the coming reality. We didn’t understand what was ahead.

#1036 – Dick Bernard: Political Talk. It's way past time we look at our own personal role in all of this.

Directly related, for leisure reading, what seems to be a good site on Civil Discourse, here.
In the state that works, Minnesota, we have again witnessed the absurd government-by-posturing where the Senate and House and Governor desperately attempt to avoid another government shutdown, even the thought of which was never necessary in the first place. It is as if the end of the regular session is the beginning of time of action, going to the brink*….
“Bull-headed” behavior, as I learned it in North Dakota years ago, seems to continue to prevail: “My way or the highway.”
Give a political leader a microphone, or newsprint quotes, and blame (against the other, always) comes quickly and easily; as does wearing the personal and partisan mantle of righteousness.
Like it or not, we citizens are the ones most to blame – all of us – however disinterested or repulsed we may be by “politics as usual”. We tolerate this behavior.
Wherever it is, federal, state, local, we get exactly the government that we deserve, and we can’t escape accountability by being able to say “I didn’t vote for any of them”, or such.
We are a democracy “of the people, by the people, for the people”.
We, the people, are very sloppy.
The June 12, 2015, Minneapolis Star Tribune carried four letters about the looming shutdown (which did not happen).
The best letter by far was the last from Meseret Hine a youngster in St. Paul, who said to the titular leaders of Minnesota (two Democrats and one Republican):
“Dear Gov. Dayton, Rep. Daudt and Sen. Bakk:
I am very sorry about the fight you are having with each other.
I have a way for you to stop fighting.
My second-grade teacher Mrs. Sturm taught me and my classmates a way to get along with each other when we are mad – it is called the “Stop Steps. Here they are:
“S” = Say your feelings.
“T” – Tell what you want.
“O” = Own your part.
“P” = Peaceful Partners.
Even if you are enemies, you can be peaceful partners and get your work done if you use these steps with each other. I wish you good luck.”

Of course, Mrs. Sturm and Meseret Hine are not unique among their colleague teachers and students. Neither is their technique new. Remember Robert Fulghum’s “All I ever needed to know I learned in kindergarten”?
Of course, what is happening in St. Paul is childs play compared with what is happening in Washington D.C. every day of the week. And what is happening there is child’s play compared with the posturing we’re going to have to endure over the next many months.
There is no need to put a partisan designation on all of these.
We all participate, including, especially, by our non-participation in the conversations that lead to our governments being what they are.
I was struck by another item in the Minneapolis paper early this week. It was a column, “A Field Guide to Political Hate”, by Arthur Brooks, President of the American Enterprise Institute, hardly a left-wing outfit.
Political hate is about all we get from today’s media bites from this constituency or that.
It’s up to us to sift and sort, and call the offenders out, whenever we discover them doing their deeds. And remind their disciples – the people who gobble up the false news without questioning – that we’re being manipulated.
Way to go, Meseret and Mrs. Sturm! Let’s use some common sense.
* – The settlement came early Saturday morning, thus not in the Saturday paper, and probably no longer “news” by Sunday. The Star Tribune story is here.
POSTNOTE: As I sent this post on to my own list, I added this note:
Back in 1981, lots of Minnesota teachers went on strike, including my own local.
We had the right to do so, for the first time.
Strikes were fairly common in 1981 – maybe 20% of school districts either went on or actively threatened strikes that year; they were less common in 1983, they’ve been extremely rare ever since. To my knowledge, they’re still “legal”, but no one wants to go there.
Strikes, we learned, really solve nothing. Best to figure out how to work things out.
The nonsense at federal and state lawmaking is directly akin to strikes. Once you’re out the door, you have to figure out how to get back in. And management (which seems to have the advantage) does not have any advantage at all. They are equally losers. They can posture about how they can prevail without the teachers in the classroom, or workers on the line, but they, too, are in desperate shape.
It’s not a perfect analogy, but it’s close enough for me.
There’s another observation about this which I think also deserves consideration:
Even in those old days when the adjustment was being made in the power relationship between teachers and school boards, there was, even in small towns, often a long-term relationship between the teachers who represented their colleagues in salary talks, and the management representatives. They generally knew and respected each other, and they occupied, in a sense, the same house.
This used to be true with legislators as well. While they were from different places in the state, or country, and had different philosophies, they at least knew and respected each other, often for many years.
In this era of winner take all and often young and unseasoned and very partisan legislators who are hard to budge from their certainties, “compromise” in any way is considered a dirty word.
We are the worst for this.

#1035 – Dick Bernard: A Visit to the Commons, led by Jay Walljasper

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A crowd at the Commons, Sunday May 31, 2015 (see end of this post.)

A crowd at the Commons, Sunday May 31, 2015 (see end of this post.)


On May 21, 27 of us were given a fascinating tour of the Commons we all share by Jay Walljasper, and how we can constructively engage in and improve those Commons. For those who like to “cut to the chase”, here is speaker Jay Walljaspers web-home; and another website he strongly recommended. Jay Walljasper’s bio is here. There is far more at these sites than I can easily describe in a few hundred words….
A simple definition of Commons that I wrote down during the presentation: “assets that belong to all of us”.
While Mr. Walljasper’s take on Commons seemed mostly geographic (physical places, like sidewalks, parks and the like in which we live, together) I found myself thinking both more broadly and personally.
A simple interpretation of those assets we have in common (my own): in a real sense, everything belongs to all of us, and we are all accountable for the stewardship of those assets, everywhere.
Our planet is our common space.
In this society of ours which obsesses on individual rights for everything, including “property”, however defined, thinking in common about anything is a tall order. We jealously guard what we believe is ours.
Stewarding community assets as a larger society working together is a difficult concept.
It is easiest to do as the 27 of us did on May 21 in a safe meeting room deep inside a large church: gather as ” birds of a feather”, where people of like minds can safely listen to validation of their own world view, and discuss things with people who are likely in general agreement from beginning to end of the conversation. (Eight of those in the room on May 21 were people that I know quite well – “birds of a feather….”)
In my opinion, those of us in the room for the meeting on “the commons” were not in a “commons”. The commons was outside that room, where each of us live amongst differences.
Where the Commons really is, is out in the larger messier world. That often is a very “sticky wicket”. We aren’t all alike.
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We all have “Commons” that we enter every day.
For me, it’s places like the local Caribou Coffee; the neighborhood of 96 homes I live in within a larger suburb; the local park in which I walk about an hour almost every day; the post office line I’m frequently part of; the local restaurant for afternoon coffee; my Church, the Basilica of St. Mary, particularly the “Commons” for coffee and donuts afterwards where, odds are, I’ll be visiting with somebody I’ve not met before.
Etcetera.
Examples abound, for everyone.
Coffee shops came up in the session as not being examples of Commons, since people there are often solitary individuals, as I would appear to be, most of the time, reading, writing, thinking.
Not so fast.
This past week I visited a friend [see Postnote] I got to know at that coffee shop who is dying rapidly in a local hospital. He and I got to be friends over the past 15 years, only because we frequented the same place for perhaps an hour most every day.
This past Saturday, in the same coffee shop, seven guys involved in Bible Study sat at the big table next to me doing what Bible Study groups do. There were “the usual suspects” there, but frequently some new person stops by. They are having a meeting in the “Commons”.
On this particular day one of them took apparently serious disagreement with someone else over the interpretation of some Bible passage, and it clearly caused discomfort. He left the gathering early. I wonder if he’ll be back today, when I sit in my regular place, and they gather at their regular place next table over.
I wonder how his disagreement impacted the other individuals in the group. Obviously, I noticed it, without even knowing what text they were talking about at the time he got upset.
A good example of “Commons” would be this very thing: a negotiation of differences in a public place. We are not all alike.
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One of the persons at Walljasper’s talk was my friend, Donna, who’s heading a committee which is actively promoting changing our behaviors on disposal of waste at our very large Church.
Donna aka "the Garbage Lady" May 3, 2015

Donna aka “the Garbage Lady” May 3, 2015


Recently, she was distributing stickers pronouncing “Let’s Talk Trash”, so I dubbed her “the Garbage Lady”.
Trash sticker001
One of her first learnings – an obvious one – is that when people are confronted with three choices for their trash, they don’t necessarily follow simple directions of where to put their half-eaten donut or whatever. She and her colleague committee members were, in a sense, monitoring (and teaching about) trash behavior, and it can be frustrating: someone puts trash that should be in bin “A” when it should be in bin “C”…. It is difficult to have even a gentle conversation about this, with a stranger, but this they were doing.
Donna’s committees initiative will succeed long term, but it’s a long and frustrating process educating the people in the “Commons” to change their behaviors related to waste.
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Then, there’s the much larger scale of “commons”:
On a sidewalk near the American Indian Center, Minneapolis, May 31, 2015

On a sidewalk near the American Indian Center, Minneapolis, May 31, 2015


Last Sunday I went over to Minneapolis to see if I could get into a local appearance of Vermont Senator Bernie Sanders, newly announced Democrat candidate for U.S. President in 2016. I got there 45 minutes early, and it was clear that the meeting place would be packed long before my part of the line would reach the door, so I took snapshots instead.
It was a beautiful day, and pleasant for standing in line.
But, I thought, the real work for the folks who really like Bernie Sanders for President will come down the road, “in the Commons” of politics in this very complex society of ours.
Bernie Sanders knows this. So do the other candidates.
It is not enough to attend a speech, say it was good, or not, and leave….
How will the people who stood in line that one time to see a visiting celebrity become engaged over the long months leading to election 2016? That’s the important question.
It is not enough to express support for a candidate you like. Sooner or later will come a time where these folks will most likely have to choose between two lesser than perfect options, and hopefully they’ll hang in there, and make the compromises necessary to make a wise choice not only for themselves, but for us all.
Yes, there is a Commons, everywhere. It is a place of disagreements to be negotiated; not a place where only agreement is acceptable.
On the Commons is where the results happen.
Comments on the 'express yourself' blackboard at Woodbury Caribou Coffee.  Note the question of the day at the center of the blackboard.

Comments on the ‘express yourself’ blackboard at Woodbury Caribou Coffee. Note the question of the day at the center of the blackboard.


May 31, 2015.  Where are you in the commons of politics?

May 31, 2015. Where are you in the commons of politics?


POSTNOTE, June 16: Yesterday I went to the funeral of my coffee shop friend. It was as all funerals are, a celebration of life. Three of we regulars (Caribou Coffee at Town Centre in Woodbury) were there. I learned a bit more about John.
Front and center on the display table about John’s life was a simple recyclable Caribou cup someone had offered.
Nice touch.
The missing guy at the Bible Study? Still missing….
The Commons can be that way.

#1030 – Dick Bernard: Memorial Day 2015 Thoughts about the War About War

We’re out of state on Memorial Day so this year, for the first time in many years, I won’t be at the annual Vets for Peace gathering on the Minnesota State Capitol Grounds. Of course, the event doesn’t need me to go on. Here’s the info about Monday in St. Paul. This is always a meaningful event, of, by and for veterans.
Memorial Day with the Veterans for Peace
Vietnam Veterans Memorial (Minnesota State Capitol grounds)
Monday, 9:30 AM
Music, poetry, speeches,
solemn ringing of bells,
and the reading of the names
of the Minnesota casualties
of Iraq and Afghanistan Wars

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Entasham (at left) interviewing Native American author and Vietnam War vet Jim Northrup at the MN Vietnam Memorial Vets for Peace event, Memorial Day, 2014.  Cameraman fellow Pakistani, Suhail.  See Postnote

Entasham (at left) interviewing Native American author and Vietnam War vet Jim Northrup at the MN Vietnam Memorial Vets for Peace event, Memorial Day, 2014. Cameraman fellow Pakistani, Suhail. See Postnote


There are many thoughts this Memorial Day, particularly when politicians are attempting to justify war and blame someone else for it.
I’m going to propose taking some time to watch and read the items which follow. They will take some of your time, but you might find them both interesting and instructive.
Personally, I am a military veteran, from a family of veterans. I’m a long time member of the American Legion and Veterans for Peace. I have a grandson who’s in Air Force ROTC in high school, and I consider it a positive experience for him in many ways. This does not make me, or him, pro-war. It is helping him grow up. And he, too, is proud of his service.
My focus this weekend will be on a person I never met, the brother of my good friend, Jim, who died this year from the lingering and severe effects of exposure to Agent Orange during Vietnam. His suffering is over. Our national confusion continues.
All this makes me a complicated individual when it comes to a conversation about this annual Memorial Day which is interpreted in so many ways (the Legion post in the town we’re visiting this weekend will be having a fish fry on Saturday night). Not all is somber on this day remembering death (though many victims of war are very much alive, though suffering PTSD or other long-term effects of war).
Here’s my recommendations:
1. March 20 I and many others listened to seven persons tell seven stories of the Vietnam War from their perspective. The film is excellent and runs for about 90 minutes. You can watch it here. I was there. It is a somber and thought-provoking presentation.
2. In recent months, out at the family farm in North Dakota, I have come across some very interesting and historical documents about World War II BEFORE Pearl Harbor. The American Legion has helpfully provided its summary history of American Wars. You can read these in the first section “POSTNOTE” here.
3. This year is the 70th anniversary of the founding of the United Nations. On June 1 will be what appears to be a very interesting webcast of talks by many experts which at minimum I’d like you to be aware of. You can access the information here. Another perspective, by my friend and UN expert Dr. Joe Schwartzberg can be read at the end of this post from Jan. 1, 2015.
My friend, Lynn Elling, is fond of the mantra that we are in “an open moment in history” to change course.
I agree with his assessment, but even more so.
We will, collectively, decide on global progress towards peace; or continuing on a death-spiral for our entire planet through war, lack of attention to crises like man-induced climate change, etc.
We cannot pretend that the past is present; that simple belief about this or that suffices; or that there is a rosy future without deep and painful changes in our behaviors.
The mantra of the energy industry, for instance, pronounced over and over on TV ads, that we are energy independent and will be (it is suggested) okay for the next 100 years is very dangerous.
My grandparents were married 110 years ago, long ago, but a blip in human history. Who will be around 110 years from today who will remember us fondly?
It is long past time to wake up.
POSTNOTE: A year ago, this time of year, it was my privilege to meet Ehtasham Anwar, a Pakistani civil official in one of Pakistan’s largest city – as big as the Twin Cities. Ehtasham was completing a year as a Humphrey/Fulbright Fellow at the Human Rights Center of the University of Minnesota Law School.
We talked about many things in the month we worked together on his year-end project, on the issue of peace. And one memory is vivid in my mind, since he mentioned it to me more than once.
Paraphrasing what I remember, he said this: “Throughout this year in Minnesota I have been so impressed with how friendly and peace-loving American people are. Why is it that American foreign policy towards others in other parts of the world is so negative and dominating?”
Difficult question.
I gave him my answer, what I thought was our national problem. Hint: it is every one of us, our disinterest and lack of engagement in the greater questions of who we are with the rest of the world, even with our fellow Americans. We are individualists. Too many of us have had it far too well, for far too long. We feel we are entitled to what some call our “exceptionalism”.
What is yours?, I ask you.
Ironically, overnight came a personal commentary remembered from a fifteen years ago conversation in Paris by my favorite blogger, Just Above Sunset. You can read it here. Remember, this is from near 15 YEARS ago. While at this blog space, the previous several posts have summarized the last couple of weeks of posturing by presumptive U.S. presidential candidates for 2016 on the issue of war. The other columns are very well worth your time.