Moms, and Mother Earth

May 9, 2021.  Mother’s Day.  In Minnesota, this year, it is six days before Fishing Opener, a sacred ritual; often scheduled the same weekend.  The specific date is set by formula, sort of like Easter.  Here’s a History of Mothers Day;  (here’s the formula for fishing opener in Minnesota).

Last year. this day, we were deep into the pandemic. Today, some sense of normalcy seems to be reappearing in the United States, though we are by no means out of the crisis, and there has been an immense loss of life from the virus – over 580,000 dead in our country; 3.3 million world wide thus far, India currently deep in the throes of Covid-19.  The credible estimates are far higher, and still rising.   We are ill-advised to be careless.

My universe, like everyone’s, is surrounded by Moms.

This year I want to spotlight one particular Mom – the young woman who manages the Caribou Coffee in Woodbury City Centre which has been a hub of my early-morning life for years, and which is, like every other place, slowly and carefully beginning a process of recovery after a year of Covid-19.

Autumn is seasoned in the job.  Not long before the Pandemic began her store had been recognized as one of the top 10 in the Caribou chain which presently has 442 stores.  She was, and staff were, deservedly proud of that award.

I gather from brief conversations that she has four kids at home and, my guess, has a pretty balanced life.  Her crew mostly is young women, college age and 20s – or so it appears – and theirs is always a pleasant store to enter.

In recent weeks, I’ve begun to sit in again, depending on available table of course.  I watch good busyness in person.  They seem to have survived pretty well, though for most of the pandemic everything went to carryout, and it’s only recently that indoor seating began to return.  I think people come to this store because of the pleasant personality of the place.  Each of us know places we like to frequent; they are much more than product or appearance: they are the people.  And the people reflect the management of the place.

Here was the crew as of this morning – their self-descriptors.  Visitors visit this space, too.

The Caribou staff “bio board” May 8 2021

Happy Mothers Day to all, today, regardless of age, marital status, gender or being a biological mother….  We all can and do fill the role of “Mom”.

Oh, and “Mother Earth”.

I came across this United Nations website when thinking about this post.   Of course, every day is “Mother Earth Day”.  We ignore this at our ultimate peril.

But I was thinking mostly about an upcoming event which may interest you, wherever you live.  It’s part of the annual Minneapolis-St. Paul International Film Festival  May 13-23, 2021.  Last years film festival was entirely virtual; this years is mostly virtual as well.

But the culminating event, May 21-23, is both virtual and live: After Antarctica, “polar explorer Will Steger’s life journey as an eyewitness to the greatest changes to the polar regions of our planet”.  Check it out and participate.

Here’s a couple of photos from ‘back in the day’ from the time of the 1989-90 Polar Expedition.

1990 Antarctic Expedition map from an exhibition in Minneapolis Oct 4, 2013

The Antarctic Expedition team, 1990

Will Steger and Team welcomed by Gov. Rudy Perpich at Minnesota State Capitol March 25, 1990

COMMENTS: (More at end of post)

from Flo & Mary Ann (my sisters): Flo: Ironically, I’m the speaker at our church today! I’ve credited you with a piece you sent to MAM and me in 2002, by Linda Holzbauer in the Ithaca Journal, May 10, 2002 – The History of Mother’s Day, by Julie Ward Howe’s Mothers Day Proclamation.  Mary Ann: Nice tribute to mothers, of course!  Thanks. So many things to recognize and honor that we are running out of days to set aside!  Maybe it will ultimately be better to be nice and to respect and to appreciate every day!  Wonder if I will live that long.

from Fred: Nice piece on Mother’s Day, Richard! Of course, the info on Autumn, Woodbury Caribou’s star resonates. Won’t be long before the fabulous two-some [Fred and David] return to that haunt.

from Judy: What a nice piece on the young woman at Caribou.  I hope your household continues to do well. Would it not be fun to have a reunion of our trip to Eastern Europe ( it was 21 years ago at this time!).  [NOTE: about 40 of us from Basilica of St. Mary and Temple Israel visited holocaust sites in Czech Republic and Poland in late April early May 2000.  It was an extraordinary and powerful journey.]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

School

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

At the Mississippi River near home May 3, 2021

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As for the accident, here is what happened

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

COMMENTS (more at end of post)

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

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

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

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

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

 

 

 

The Chicago 7

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

COMMENTS (more at end of post):

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

World Law Day

Today is World Law Day.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ruhel Islam, May 1, 2013

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

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

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

Gandhi Mahal area Thursday morning April 29, 2021

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

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

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

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

Infrastructure

Tonight President Biden addresses Congress.  As has become my custom, I’ll publish this hours before there are any specifics.

Tonights address is about priorities, as is always the case when the President addresses Congress. This will be unusual: that Pandemic is still part of all of our lives; the insurrection of January 6 looms in everyone’s memories; the George Floyd decision in Minneapolis was one week ago….

“Priorities” always mean “money” and how it is translated by those for or against expenditures for this or that.

As I was thinking about what to say, here, my thoughts went back to a comment I heard at my coffee stop a few weeks ago.  It was a young man – he appeared to be recent post-college – asking the server what I thought was an odd question: “do you take cash?“.

The source of the quote, a young person, was especially odd.  I come from a generation where transactions were almost exclusively cash or check (the check below is the oldest actual check I’ve ever actually touched) – probably one of the first checks written by my grandfather when he started farming in North Dakota in 1905.

(At first, I thought Grandpa signed the check with a stamp.  I have five other checks from the same batch.  They all differed, but only slightly, and all were as precisely written.)

Those days, ND was in the midst of boom times.  Having said that, folks then could not have imagined today.  Their U.S.  was very different in innumerable respects.

Tonight, I think the Presidents address will be about infrastructure, writ large.  It will be about the crumbling ‘infrastructure’ as it is commonly understood – roads and bridges and the like.

But I think the president intends to expand the conversation to a greater infrastructure: things like child care and other matters of great concern to ordinary folks who could use the helping hand of Government.

I’d predict that the response from the other party will be fear about deficits – that we can’t spend all of this money.  These will be the same folks who passed huge tax cuts in 2017 meant to benefit the already rich and most wealthy corporations…and in turn increased the deficit and squeezed needed resources to those with less.

You can predict what side I’m on in this conversation.

Which leads me back to the young man’s comment: “do you take cash?”.

Debt in this country is not the issue, in my opinion.  In fact, “debt” is the source of a great portion of the “wealth” of this country – interest on debt, spending on credit when one can’t afford whatever want, etc., etc.

At the same counter where I heard the above comment, I’ve noticed people going to the second credit card for their coffee, because their first one was already max’ed out.  It is apparently a not infrequent occurrence, both for the company and the card holder.

Our infrastructure is essential; debt is not an issue.  The U.S. is a community, among 192 other communities (world nations).  We are more than a group of individuals.

This is incomplete.  Doubtless I’ll write postdates, later.  Feel welcome to weigh in, now or later.

POSTNOTE: 9:30 p.m. April 28:  I watched the entire speech.  The Republican response is now on air.

All is predictable.  9:40 his response is concluded.

Our future is in our hands, literally.  We get what we elect.  Here’s my contribution at least to Minnesotans: the current listing of our Senators and Representatives in Washington, and our local legislators in my part of Minnesota.  Time to get to work: Minnesota Legislators

POSTNOTE: 6:20 a.m. April 29:  Overnight came my favorite summary of the previous days national news.  This one headlined “A Bit Transformational”  about President Biden’s speech.  Alan, out in Los Angeles, a retiree like myself, albeit more talented and with a longer tenure as a blogger, most always nails complex issues in what I consider a reasonable way.  What he said and says is always worth your time.

As for me, last night when I wrote the other postnote, I had a one page letter on the desk next to the computer screen.  I received it on April 5 from someone in another state who’s someone I’ve never met in person.  You can read the letter here, as received, with only two words deleted: Democrats?  Along with this letter came a substantial collection of printouts from assorted “news” outlets of the right wing fringe.  I’ve decided to keep them.  This single page is a good summary.

We are in a very different country now than my Grandpa was, when, as a 24 year old brand new farmer in North Dakota, he wrote the $14.50 check, most likely to a new local business for something related to his farm (the town of Berlin was brand new at the time).  He and Grandma, his 21 year old spouse, had been on the prairie for about 6 months, first crop in the first horse-plowed field.  It had to be an exciting and optimistic time.  They lived together on that land until the first of them died 62 years later, and history would fill in the blanks, with small triumphs and large tragedies as life went forward.

April 29, 2021, President Joe Biden gave a “right on” speech.  What becomes of it is up to every one of us.

POSTNOTE: 2 p.m., May 2: Here’s President Biden’s speech to Congress on April 28.  One of many points of emphasis in his speech related to wealth inequity and the role of Congress in increasing this inequity in the 2017 tax cuts which had the opposite effect from the advertised.  This is the issue in the current debate.

“…Look at the big tax cut in 2017.

It was supposed to pay for itself and generate vast economic growth.

Instead it added $2 trillion to the deficit…

According to one study, CEOs make 320 times what their average workers make.

The pandemic has only made things worse.

20 million Americans lost their jobs in the pandemic – working- and middle-class Americans.

At the same time, the roughly 650 Billionaires in America saw their net worth increase by more than $1 Trillion.

Let me say that again.

Just 650 people increased their wealth by more than $1 Trillion during this pandemic.

They are now worth more than $4 Trillion….”

COMMENT:

from Jeff: Lately I have begun to think more about immigration.  Partly as a result of my beginning genealogy work.  Partly from my past historical study. Partly because of the current situation and the last 5 years.

I have always had a saying for the folks who are xenophobic and anti immigrant (and who are all descendants of immigrants of course): “ladder pullers”….I think the metaphorical name explains itself.
In 1906 , unless you were Chinese (or most likely Asian in general), or physically ill or mentally disabled,  you could enter the USA without a visa, without a passport, you just needed to give a contact person who confirmed you and have a little cash in your pocket.  Recently I was trying to find out exactly when a passport was actually needed to enter the USA…I havent really found out when, but in 1923 big restrictions on immigration primarily to stop the flow from Eastern and Southern Europe were enacted.  But it seems it wasnt till 1952 that a passport was required to come and go for USA or other citizens.  I remember from my research that my Italian grandparents arrived in 1906 and 1911 , but they didnt get naturalized until 1921 or 1922.  My guess this was because if they didn’t become American citizens they knew that they would not be allowed back in if they left to visit their family in Italy.
I personally know a Chinese woman who is in China right now because her H1B visa was not renewed during the Trump final year and the pandemic restrictions. She works for a company in Wahpeton/Breckenridge as an international salesperson for food grade soybeans exported from North Dakota/MN to Asia.
Apparently the Biden administration did not extend the work visa restrictions Trump passed, so she may be able to regain her visa and come back to work, however my friend in N Dak who is her boss said absolutely nothing is happening out of the US Embassy in Beijing on visas.  I imagine the stacks of applications and appeals fills several rooms…..
Have a nice day.

From Steve:  A friend sent me an email this morning commenting on the President’s speech. He wrote about how things have changed in our lifetimes and memories, about the role of government and our economy. He included a copy of a check his grandfather had written as a farmer in North Dakota, probably to a merchant or a banker in 1905, and reflected on the pride and optimism that young man must have had after his hard work and the fortunes of weather. Last night’s speech was as different from the politics and economics of those days early in the 20th century as spaceships and helicopters on the moon are from farming on the North Dakota prairie in 1900.

Politics is as fickle as fashion and the term “transformational” is the latest example. I’m not sure the word was used to describe Roosevelt’s New Deal, Humphrey at the 1948 DNC, or Fredrick Douglas’ “What to the Slave is the Fourth of July?” speech. And there are others like those “transformational” appeals. In each case someone stepped forward to say that things can be better, that the resources of this country and the intentions of human nature can be directed differently, toward a more attentive and generous future. The President’s speech last night was in that tradition–an appeal to our optimism and confidence that all of us can share in the benefits of this nation. I hope it works.
 
The president also talked about our place in the world. “I’ve spoken with 38–now 40–leaders of other nations”, he said. “I let them know we’re back.” There are moments in the last century when statesmen acted in ways that protected the well-being of our global future in peacetime, among them the Marshall Plan, the formation of the European Union, the Treaty on Nonproliferation of Nuclear Arms, and the Paris Agreement on Climate Change. Our challenge, it seems to me, is to run in both races–here at home and among the nations of the world. Not an easy task.
 
In the meantime, we have work to do here. Our legislature and the governor, the Republicans and the Democrats, have chosen to find what’s possible to accomplish in Minnesota in these last three weeks of the session. Not an easy job, but it’s one we promised everyone we’d do. There’s a familiar comparison of politics with sausage-making suggesting that neither is for weak stomachs. My grandparents made sausage in their home to sell at Ingebritsens on Lake Street during the 1930s and 40s. They were careful, imaginative and proud of their hard and attentive work. They had nothing to hide or be ashamed of. I watched them and thought it was fascinating and didn’t question their honest effort or dirty hands. Politics, I’d say, has a lot to learn from those who make sausage.

 

Women

Walter Mondale died on Sunday.  He’s a homie, and a small town boy like I am.  His trajectory was a bit more lofty than mine, and he will receive and deserve all the plaudits for a life very well lived.  I can recall meeting him a single time, a few years ago.

“Back in the day”, in 1987, my Dad moved to a retirement home in suburban St. Louis, on the bluff above E. St. Louis. Illinois.  To get to St. Louis, one went through E. St. Louis, then very much down on its heels.  More than once I saw a political sign on a building, and it comes to mind this day:

ca 1990, East St. Louis IL.

Walter Mondale and Geraldine Ferraro didn’t fare well in the 1984 election, but no question they made their mark.  To my knowledge she was the first woman nominated for the office of vice-president; Kamala Harris is the first woman to actually achieve the office, and to sit in the chair occupied by then-Vice-President Walter Mondale 1977-81.

Those who break through ceilings understand the pain often involved in upsetting the status quo.  It takes lots of patience and persistence, and an endless succession of heroines, sometimes male, mostly anonymous, who plow the ground toward future success.

It is a truism that those who have power rarely willingly concede it.  They are accustomed to having control, and will do whatever is necessary to keep it.

It takes courage to keep fighting for equity.  It was a conscious calculation for Walter Mondale to pick Geraldine Ferraro to be his running mate; it took courage for Ferraro to get to the point where she got the nod to run for Vice-President.   So it goes….

We know the history of democracy in this country.  I won’t belabor the points.  Running things was for a great part of our history the province of white men of means.  Then it was white men, whether of means or not.  This was and still is reflected in Law, again, largely made by white men.  (My DNA says I’m virtually 100% white European, French and German and English).  I’m no “man of means”, but I’ve been spared many struggles because of gender and race.

The emancipation proclamation freed the slaves in 1863, but only, effectively, for black men, and that only temporarily.

Women had to wait until 1920 to get the right to vote, and we know how that has gone.

As we move on through the current days, the group I am watching, and cheering on, even when I disagree with a specific or that, is the group I would call “young women of color”.  For all of American history their gender and race has been largely kept in the background, with little power.  Every day I see new indications that they are rising up.

Now is their time.

Yes, there will be disagreement, and there will be mistakes – real and perceived – but make no mistake, this is their time.  Not all will be positive examples for their gender or generation – we’re seeing that already.  But this is a time in history which I personally look forward to.

POSTNOTE, April 25, 9 a.m.: On my walk this morning I reflected what I wrote yesterday, and back home were two comments from long time friends.

I’ve been on the ballfields of life and (to Marion) I have also ‘shared many struggles’, but ‘spared’ because of gender and race.

To Greg, the ball-field has not been equal, ever, in our country, and we all need to come to grips with that reality.  Whatever our circumstances, our white maleness, regardless of family standing, gave us an automatic head start.  As we speak, there are hundreds, literally, of legislative amendments in most of the states of the U.S. attempting to make it more difficult for certain others to simply exercise their right to vote.  These initiatives of course are always couched in protecting the sanctity of the ballot, with no accompanying evidence of any abuse worth writing about.  The Republican side, I think, wants our divided country to play the ball game on a field which for them is 45 yards from the end zone and for the others 55 yards….  It’s only five yards difference from 50-50, but oh, the difference that five yards make.

Out on the walk I was thinking about the topic of women in political leadership, which is the point of this post.  This is not a good and bad distinction.  I made an informal list of women leaders In recent history which includes a thankfully former Congresswoman of mine, female, who was (my opinion) a disgrace; and another former candidate for vice-president whose only qualification was – well, I don’t really know….  There are a great number of women who learned to play the game by the mens rules, and this didn’t make them a better person.  Women are no more all alike, than are men.  But took them over half our lifetime as a nation to even achieve the potential right to vote.  White men, and even slave men, didn’t have that delay.

No question, this is a difficult issue.  But we’re at the transition point, and I’m one man who wishes success to the women who have a positive vision for the future of democracy.

POSTNOTE April 26: I continue to recommend the series on Racism that I participated in a year ago, which began right before the Pandemic.  It was a significant learning experience for me.  I think you can still access it here, scroll down to Becoming Human.  Posts relating to George Floyd as amended are at Mar 29 and Apr 19.  The first segment on CBS 60 Minutes on April 25 was on the George Floyd case.

COMMENTS (More at end of post).

from SAK: Many thanks for the piece on “Women”.

I was intrigued by Mr Halbert’s response which went thus:

“Enough focusing on past injustices. No one alive today caused past injustices. Yet, most people alive today have been treated unfairly at some time. When we get knocked down the only option is to get up and try harder. We can shape our lives much more than other people, “society” can shape our lives, We, each of us, is responsible to shape our future through hard work that includes getting a good education.”.

May I point to today’s Germany where, again, most (by far) people alive there today did not cause past injustices. Yet Germany has successfully healed its wounds and is now a shining example of how to repent & redeem the past. T.S. Eliot in his Four Quartets wrote: “And time future contained in time past”. It is not an option to shirk responsibility & try & muddle along as if all past injustice is just that: past. There is space for forgiveness but also for acknowledgement,  atonement and most importantly work to improve things.

There are a few effects & ideologies working against this necessary work. The first is perceiving the past through rose tinted glasses and indeed glorifying the past. Another is the belief that rugged individualism will succeed no matter the circumstances. This is linked to US’ specific history and the abundant Hollywood productions supporting this myth. It also connects nicely with the American Dream idea. I would suggest reading this article by the evolutionary biologist David Sloan Wilson, I Have Come to Bury Ayn Rand (with a wink at Shakespeare’s Julius Casesar).

The fact that is much closer to the truth is that, as Brecht put it in a poem, “we all need all the help that we can get”. This becomes especially evident when crisis hits, & there have been many crises in our own lifetimes.

I’ll also add the point already alluded to by your good self that there are entrenched interests who favour leaving things as unjust as they are because it suits them, their financial prospects and/or their positions of power. Many ultra conservatives forget that the present status quo was resisted tooth and nail by older generation of conservatives. That is the same status quo that present ultra conservatives try & preserve at any cost – a status quo which has never been that static anyway but perhaps some think it will preserve their own status!?

Of course I am all for Mr Halbert’s recommendation that all should not shy away from hard work or getting a good education. It’s just that some might need a nudge to get on the starting line and perhaps help paying for that education.

Many thanks again & warm regards,

 

Earth Summit, Rio, 1992

Today is Earth Day.  Of course, every day is earth day, and on and on, but we seem to have a need to name and date things.  The first Earth Day was 1970, or so says the official website.  Check it out.

1970 was over 50 years ago.  It surprised me to learn this, though I shouldn’t have been surprised.

Coincidentally, a few days ago I’d checked in with my friend, Bharat, about the Rio Earth Summit of 1992.  I knew he’d been there, and did he know any others from Minnesota who had attended.  I knew he’d met Arthur Kanegis there, and Joe Schwartzberg.  Bharat and I talked on the phone this morning, and there are some other names ‘rattling around’ as such things happen when you get older.  The brain is sort of like the Bingo cage, especially when you age: Every now and then you ask a question about something, it rattles around and possibly an answer comes out of your brain, maybe days later.  But you need to be patient.  And isn’t that what change is all about?  Change doesn’t happen instantly.

Today was really the appropriate day for the conversation.  The Rio Earth Summit was an initiative of the United Nations, and memorable.   Here’s a summary prepared a few months after the conference.

In 1992, I wasn’t engaged in the movement which I’ve come to identify as having four component parts: peace, justice, environmental sustainability and global cooperation.  Till 1992 I didn’t even know such a movement existed.  For me, my engagement began as an aftermath of 9-11-01.  For each of us, I reckon, there is a ‘trigger moment’, perhaps many, which move us in this direction or that.

Not long after 9-11-01 I got to know Bharat and Joe and many others in a still existing organization, the Minnesota Alliance of Peacemakers.

As Bharat and I were chatting this morning, I mentioned another person I met at the time, Hank Garwick, a retired engineer, who with his spouse, Dottie, were extraordinary activists and volunteers.   Their international passions seemed to be India and Haiti.  Here, they are in 2009.

Dottie and Hank Garwick December 8, 2009

We humans, given a choice, are like the old saying: “birds of a feather flock together”.  So it is with the movement I consider myself part of, which focuses on issues related to peace, justice, sustainability and international issues.

We all pass on, it is inevitable.  So Hank and Dottie, in their quiet ways, were mentors for many.  Before them someone else gave the good example, and on and on.

The movement provided many mentors for myself – mostly by watching them work.  I was over 60 years old when I met the peace and justice folks, and they were mostly considerably older than myself.

Just this morning came a photo I hadn’t seen before of one of my heroes, Lynn Elling.  Lynn was 19 when I was born.  When he died, at 95, he’d had 9 years to teach me, and I’m grateful.  Yes, he could be exasperating – a hallmark of people with passion.  But a hero, nonetheless.  I remember him, and Joe Schwartzberg here.

Lynn Elling and teachers at World Citizen Peace Education Training Oct 20, 2015, St. Paul MN

There are many, many stories within this movement.  One more, for the road:

Ten years ago Bharat invited me and several others to meet with Arthur Kanegis, who was in the process of making a film about the life of Garry Davis, who became a peace activist in his 20s, during WWII.  It’s working title “The World Is My Country”.

I’d never heard of Davis, or Kanegis, but was intrigued with what was presented at lunch, that late spring day in 2011 at the West Bank of the University of Minnesota.

A year later, with the film developing, I asked permission to show the draft to some high school students in St. Paul.  I wanted to see if kids could relate to an old man telling a story about his life as a peace activist.  Succinctly, their answer was “yes”.

In 2017, we world premiered the film here in Minneapolis; and this month, April 2021, more than 65 public television stations across the U.S. are airing the film.  It has arrived.

More information about the film, which is likely still available for preview on line, is at The World Is My Country.  Watch it yourself, and even better have a few kids watch it with you.

Bharat told me that he met Arthur Kanegis at the Earth Summit in Rio de Janeiro in 1992.  Very likely, Garry Davis was at the same convening.

Yes, Rio was just a conference many years ago attended by idealists who probably wondered whether it made any difference.  But the connection lives on, doubtless in many, many ways.

Speaking only for myself, I have observed, as one who didn’t have any idea that there was such a conference, I can say, absolutely, yes, Rio de Janeiro in 1992 did make a big difference.

A new generation now is in position to take the reins.  They’ll make mistakes like we did.  But they will build their worlds future.

Godspeed.

 

 

 

 

George Floyd

Today (April 19) is the day for closing arguments to the Jury from prosecution and defense in the Derek Chauvin trial in Minneapolis.  Thence the jury of citizens will take up the matter and make the final decision – well, their final decision.  At this moment, no one knows for sure the outcome or the future.  We all have the opportunity for our own opinions.  I’ve heard a few.

What I have to say I’ve said at the originating post as amended, which you can review here.  At the end of that post, most recently amended Tuesday morning, April 20, I say what I might rule, if given the responsibility.

Today my choice of activity was to pass on the oral argument and go instead to my personal ‘pilgrimage place’, the site of GandhiMahal Restaurant which burned to the ground, last May 29, part of the aftermath of May 25, 2020.

I took a few photos.  Here are two:

The Gandhi Mahal area April 19.  The choice of door – apparently from a commercial food cooler – was pretty obviously very deliberate, but why, as yet unknown.  It was not there April 17, so was installed only a day or two ago.  Also unknown is the Bamboo choice of fencing, and the two grill sculptures of rebar.  The questions will be answered, doubtless.  Behind the photographer (see below), a block west of the door (beside and behind the red brick building)  is the 3rd precinct Police Station, still closed. Between is a mural to George Floyd and Kobe Bryant.  Workmen were involved in some project in the buildings at right.  The entire area is involved in reconstruction.

The neighborhood, which I have visited often over the months since late May, 2020, still shows evidence of the demonstrations, but there are definite signs of recovery.  Ruhel Islam, owner of Gandhi Mahal, has to be an optimist, fencing his property with Bamboo grass, or so it appears.  He is a man of peace, and I am sure he has something planned for his lot, though I don’t know what that might be.

None of us have any idea about what may or may not happen once a Jury verdict is announced.

People do have thoughts.  A lady I’ve known and respected for over 20 years, Carole, sent a link to her personal website, here.  She is working with others to build forward.

Yesterday came an e-mail from a friend which deserves attention.

Fr. Harry Bury, activist Priest best known from the 1960s, but in more recent times leader of the local Twin Cities Nonviolent, which for the past three years or so has done a major 10 day event around September 21, wrote this to me, yesterday:

“I need as many letters to flood the editors of publications stating that Twin Cities Nonviolent is actively seeking ending all violence in the Twin Cities and especially as the trial reaches its verdict.
Then we need for people to understand that “JUSTICE” does not mean punishment. To end violence, justice must mean restoration, rehabilitation, and reconciliation, not retribution. If justice stands for “getting even” then violence will continue and get worse. This is the message of Twin Cities Nonviolent. It needs to be heard and\ implemented. Your help is essential.”
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Fr. Bury has walked the talk of peace and nonviolence for his entire life.
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Finally, if you missed the film, The World Is My Country, I believe you can still access it here.  It is a film about possibility, not impossibility.  How a young man dove in, and made a difference.  I wish every young person would have an opportunity to see this film, and have an opportunity to discuss it with both peers and elders.  Take a look.

The fence around the Gandhi Mahal lot on 27th at Lake St. Minneapolis, April 19, 2020.

Gandhi Mahal area May 29, 2020

COMMENTS ARE SOLICITED (also see end of post)

from Jeff: I am expecting guilty of 3rd degree homicide and 2nd degree manslaughter, and 7 to 10 years.   And that outcome I fear will not make activists happy, but should enliven the opportunists who follow them after 10pm to damage peoples lives like your friend and his restaurant.

from Steve: I do remember Fr. Bury and agree with the words you’ve quoted here. Thanks for the reminder of this life dedicated to healing and justice.

from Fr. Paul: GREAT thoughts, Dick.

from Tony: Thanks.  Nice work.

POSTNOTE April 22, 2021:   All is calm after the Tuesday verdicts in Minneapolis.  But all is not finished at all, not here, not in this country.  This mornings Just Above Sunset summarizes the terrain: “The Dust Settled” .

I took another drive down to the GandhiMahal neighborhood yesterday afternoon.  It was a chilly day; everything was quiet.  Quite obviously city officials had braced for trouble.  The windows of the Library across the alley from the restaurant lot had been covered with plywood.  The library has been open since January, but access is through the back door.  Inside, the library was…a library.  A man was there with his infant, etc.  But not yet the same.

Not a thread of bamboo had been interfered with on the Gandhi Mahal “wall”.  A workman was doing some work on what quite obviously will be an outdoor stage for some as yet unknown event, I’m guessing on the one-year anniversary of George Floyd’s death.  But I don’t know.

Some collapsed sidewalk from last year is about the only remnant of the chaos a year ago.  It may be there intentionally.  We shall see.

I’m posting a few last thoughts at the March 29 post, if you wish….

With wishes for peace and justice for all.

Four photos at the Hennepin Country Library at Lake Street near 27th on Apr 21, 2021. Boarding of the windows was very recent. Especially not the “open”. The only access to the building is on the back side. To my knowledge, library windows were not broken nor covered a year ago.

Main entrance to the Lake Street Library.

Gandhi Mahal area April 21, 2021

Afghanistan

This week, President Biden announced the intent of the U.S. to take all remaining U.S. troops out of Afghanistan by September 11, 2021, the 20th anniversary of 9-11-01.  The news is predictable, as presented by all ‘sides’, from extreme right to extreme left.  Most every opinion is expressed with absolute certainty.  There is no room for nuance or other points of view.

October 7, 2001, when the bombs began to drop on Afghanistan, is when I became a peace activist.  I could see no short or long term good coming out of the action.  I’m no prophet, but that prediction did turn out to be prophetic.  There are many, today, who will say we should stay there forever; that Biden is weak, and Obama.  So be it.  We made our bed when we chose bombs after 9-11-2001….

Yesterday I found the actual news clipping which I kept from the newspaper of October 8, 2001.  Here it is in photo and pdf form: Afghanistan Bombing Oct 10 2001.

Some months later, I submitted an op ed to the same Star Tribune, which I hoped would be printed on the six month anniversary of 9-11-01, but which ultimately reached the printed page on April 20, 2002.  You can read it here: Afghanistan column 4:2002 (click to enlarge).  You will note not a single mention of “Iraq” in that column.  Iraq was not yet part of the public conversation.  It actually was the first day of Spring 2003 when the bombing of Iraq began.  (A few years ago I did a chart for my grandson, then a high school junior, now a Marine, about the cost of War: War Deaths U.S.002.  For anyone interested, at the time of 9-11-01  and immediately thereafter, here is what I wrote: Post 9-11-01001.)

The rest of the 20 years is history which speaks for itself.

As noted in the article in 2001, going to war was popular.   It seems simpler to whip people into a frenzy about some ‘other’, than to seek an enduring peace, what is called “the force of law” (as distinguished from “the law of force”).

As it happened, Thursday of this week about 30 of us gathered via Zoom to talk about a very notable film, The Mauritanian, about one of the slimy undersides of the Iraq-Afghanistan era – the infamous prison at Guantanamo Bay Cuba, and one of its inmates Mohamedou Ould Slahi, imprisoned for years without charges, tortured into a ‘confession’, and now released.  We were very privileged to be joined on our discussion by both Slahi, and his attorney, Nancy Hollander.  (The recording may already be available, or certainly in the near future, at Global Solutions Minnesota).  Of course there were other, probably even worse, ad hoc U.S. government prisons in other countries.  But Guantanamo deserves a spotlight.

It is very worthwhile to watch the film before watching the conversation.  In addition, Slahi has authored a book, now translated into 27 languages, about his experience.  Details here.

The uncomfortable part of this brief column is that all of us, in assorted ways, are and have always been complicit by action and inaction in our history as a country.  We do this through the election of our representatives at all levels in every election.  We portray ourselves as the very model of the best features of democracy; but we betray that very democracy very often.

When I was one of the 6% against the bombing of Afghanistan, I found out how lonely a position it was.  It is now 20 years later, and what have we accomplished, really?

The fall back is to blame somebody else – always somebody else.

WE are the United States, not him, or them, or someone else.

POSTNOTE: for those in the Twin Cities, at 3 p.m. tomorrow, on the TPT Life Channel at 3 p.m., the great story of Garry Davis, World Citizen, whose youthful ideals were put to the test during and after WWII.  The same film is being shown in many PBS stations across the U.S. this month – last number I had was 65 stations.  Check your own station for details, and if it isn’t on the schedule recommend it.