Wednesday, September 5, 2018

Their Daily Bread



In a moment that can be described as pure Grouchovian, Karl Marx pre-empted his namesake by observing that “History repeats itself, first as tragedy, second as farce."  

When I read recently that the Delhi high court in India issued a ruling decriminalizing begging in the streets,* it occurred to me that Marx’s observation could be expanded to claim also that “The content of satire eventually repeats itself as reality.”

In what was his most famous satiric gem, Anatole France (1844-1924) noted:
La majestueuse égalité des lois, qui interdit au riche comme au pauvre de coucher sous les ponts, de mendier dans les rues et de voler du pain.
(In its majestic equality, the law forbids rich and poor alike to sleep under bridges, beg in the streets and steal loaves of bread.)

Well, at least in this one case, the law relaxed its “majestic equality” and saw fit to remove the interdiction against the destitute begging in the streets. May we presume that it is still verboten for the rich? 

Actually, as we know from our own experience in the US, it would be hard to find on the streets of any great city a plutocrat with his hand out. That is not to say that the rich are not beggars; they are—but not on the streets and generally not in person. They do their begging in the corridors of power—and by proxy, employing those smarmy lapdogs known as “lobbyists.” 

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What is it with the poor, who, Jesus said, will always be with us? 

I think I have a clue. “Behind every great fortune lies a great crime,” Honore de Balzac (1799-1850) asserted. The problem with the poor, it would seem therefore, is that they aren’t criminal enough.

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* “Begging is their last resort to subsistence,” the judges ruled. “Criminalising begging is a wrong approach to deal with the underlying causes of the problem and violates the fundamental rights of some of the most vulnerable people.”
https://www.theguardian.com/global-development/2018/aug/21/its-their-last-resort-delhi-high-court-decriminalises-begging




Tuesday, August 14, 2018

Smoke and Fire



Ryan Zinke, Secretary of the Interior, has put on his detective hat and has identified the miscreants who are responsible for the terrible wildfires that are burning up California—they are the environmentalists:
The US interior secretary, Ryan Zinke, has blamed environmentalists for California’s ferocious wildfires and claimed, contrary to scientific research, that climate change had “nothing to do” with them.*
It would be nice to say that Secretary Zinke’s headgear was a Holmesian deerstalker, but in reality Zinke, himself, is less a Sherlock than a Vidocq. 

Eugène François Vidocq is considered the first private detective and was the model for Edgar Allan Poe’s fictional sleuth, C. Auguste Dupin. But before Vidocq turned to hunting criminals, he was one himself, with a long police rap sheet. 

Now, to be fair, Zinke has not spent time behind bars, like Vidocq, but as Huffpost has put it: 
With [Scott] Pruitt now gone [from the EPA], Zinke appears to have taken the reins as the most scandal-plagued member of President Donald Trump’s Cabinet.**
Here's part of Zinke's rap sheet:
The sweetheart Halliburton land deal, secret meetings, expensive trips on charter planes and helicopters, and several cases of mixing partisan politics with Interior business — all these and more are on the list of Zinke’s alleged abuses, wasteful spending, and conflicts of interest.***
However, again to be fair, Zinke has a challenger to that title in Wilbur Ross, the Secretary of Commerce:
If even half of the accusations [against Ross] are legitimate, the current United States secretary of commerce could rank among the biggest grifters in American history.**** 
Of course, Zinke's and Ross’ boss would give them both a run for their money.

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 But back to our main storyline.

One need not be a detective oneself to conclude that Zinke, in his claim to have discovered the culprits behind the California fires, has shown himself not to be a disciple of Holmes or Vidocq. He has let his ideological heart rule his forensic head. Even the most amateurish wannabe detective would not claim that environmentalists are to blame for the west coast inferno. 

It was environmentalists with matches

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Monday, August 13, 2018

"Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me"


A soaring crime rate meant P. E. did not feel safe walking around the barrio. She said other madres in the playground expressed similar worries, and that stress about violent crime has dogged her recently. "It's crazy how unsafe it has become — so much more so than 10 years ago." "Talking with other madres at school, there have been so many incidents, so many attacks, robberies, knives during the day. You don't feel safe walking around the neighborhood.”
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P. E. and her children hitched rides when they could, but mostly walked days and nights through Central America and Mexico, arriving finally at the southern border of the United States, where she turned herself in to the authorities and asked for asylum for herself and her children. 

She was immediately arrested and separated from her children, who were taken away to be warehoused in inhumane conditions. Where they are now she doesn’t know.

An all-too-familiar story under the present administration.

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But wait! I lied.

The story as I quoted above isn’t exactly as reported in the newspaper article I read the other day.*

Here, to set the record straight, is the relevant portion of the original:
Petra Ecclestone has spoken of her relief over moving to Los Angeles as a soaring crime rate meant she did not feel safe walking around Chelsea. The heiress said other mothers in the playground expressed similar worries, and that stress about violent crime has dogged her recently. She told the Sunday Times Magazine: "It's crazy how unsafe the UK has become — so much more so than 10 years ago." "Talking with mums at school, there have been so many incidents, so many attacks, robberies, knives during the day. You don't feel safe walking around the neighbourhood.”
Ms. Ecclestone has already selected the place where she will live out her days as a refugee from the violence of her anarchic homeland:
The socialite plans to shortly move into her 57,000ft LA mansion - the largest house in Los Angeles county - and said she believes she will enjoy an easier life across the pond.
Here’s a picture of Ms. Ecclestone when she could safely walk the streets of Chelsea and take a brief stroll over to Harrods to pick up a tchochke or two:



The child with her in the above picture and her two siblings, once settled into their place of asylum, need have no fear of being knifed on the walk to school—they won’t have to walk: 
[Ecclestone] said:  "There is valet parking for the kids and the teachers come and get them from the car.”
Whether the children have to walk with the teachers to the door of the school or are carried there is unknown at present.

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Some background:

Petra is the daughter of Bernie Ecclestone, a one-time used car dealer, who made his way to the top of the tree by turning the auto-racing sport called Formula One into an international institution. As the years went on, F1 dropped many historic racing venues from its program while spreading its tentacles into such famous motoring countries (and citadels of democracy) as Bahrain, Abu Dhabi, Azerbaijan, and Singapore.

But, then again, Bernie never cared much for democracy:
Former Formula One dictator-in-chief Bernie Ecclestone hates a lot of things. He hates the entire continent of North America, a known shit hole. He hates the idea of gender equality. He hates social media. He also hates when widespread corruption is out of the picture, because corruption accomplishes things.
But damn, does this guy hate democracy. He’s been reminding us of that for years, including when he said in 2009 that Hitler, Saddam Hussein and the Taliban were good at getting things done. Here are a few select quotes on that topic that made it into The Times, from Ecclestone circa almost a decade ago:
“If you have a look at a democracy it hasn’t done a lot of good for many countries - including this one. I like people who make up their minds.”
We did a terrible thing when we supported the idea of getting rid of Saddam Hussein, he was the only one who could control that country. It was the same [with the Taleban] [The Times of London spells that murderous group differently from just about everybody else].
“In a lot of ways, ... [Hitler] was in the way that he could command a lot of people able to get things done. ... In the end he got lost so he wasn’t a very good dictator.”**
On the other hand, if his daughter Petra ever expressed a political thought, it’s unfindable through a Google search of “Petra Ecclestone politics.” What she has done, however, was to mirror the non-political activities of a daughter of another admirer of dictators and strongmen by doing some modeling and then operating a shmatte company. 
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So, in conclusion, we must be joyful that one member of the huddled masses is now able to breathe free in Los Angeles (sorry about the smog, though). 


But we also must wonder how she was able to squeeze ahead of all those other frightened madres at our borders and be allowed to take asylum when the others can’t.

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(Ecclestone, it seems, will have to put his head together with Trump to determine what the definition of a “shit hole” country is, and which states qualify.)



Tuesday, July 24, 2018

Good Luck, Peasants!



Two days ago I watched The Tree of Wooden Clogs (L’albero degli zoccoli), Ermanno Olmi’s 1978 film which won the Palme d’Or at the Cannes Festival. The film depicts a year in the lives of four families occupying a farmstead in Lombardy at the end of the 19th century. Olmi, who died this past May, used ordinary people from the Bergamo area instead of professional actors. The amateurs acted anything but amateurishly, giving the film an aura of verisimilitude. 

The families (peasants, in fact) live in a state of semi-feudalism. As an English title board tells us: “Almost everything, even 2/3rds of the harvest, belongs to the landlord.” The Italian board specifies what some of the “everything” is: la casa (the house); le stalle (the stables); la terra (the land); gli alberi (the trees); and some of the bestiame (livestock) and attrezzi (tools). 

The film has the feel of a documentary, depicting the community plowing, planting, harvesting, and transporting large bags of produce to be weighed. The film is not plot driven; but the small stories of the folk are evident throughout. The first story (and the one from which the film gets its title) is that of Minec, the five-year-old son of Batistì, who has been identified by the local priest as a very bright boy and who, therefore, in the priest’s eyes, should be sent to school. Batistì himself, as he tells the priest, has never seen the inside of a school, and complains to his wife, “A peasant’s son going to school, what would people say?” Moreover, his wife is pregnant with their third child, and if Minec goes to school, the family will lose a helping hand around the house.

Nevertheless, the boy does go off to school, walking 6 kilometers each way to the village in his wooden clogs. 

Another resident of the farmstead is a widow with too many mouths to feed. Her only income comes from washing other people’s laundry and the little money her fifteen-year-old son earns from his new job at the mill. To alleviate the burden of her poverty, the priest tells her that the nuns would be willing to take the two youngest children into care. But the son absolutely vetoes the proposal; the family will stick together. 

The life these Bergamese peasants have is the life their ancestors had. They bear their lot and carry on. And no matter how little they have, they will hand a bowl of polenta to a beggar who shows up at their door.

But except for a handout or an occasional boost from the Church, these people have no social safety net. And no idea about acting together for social change. When a radical speaker proclaims his message from a soapbox at the village fair, he is mostly ignored. And as we see when the film for a while leaves the Bergamo area to follow the honeymoon visit of a newly-wed couple to Milan, the soldiers of the state are busily rounding up government opponents, who are led off to prison in shackles. 

Another time when the film moves away from the peasants we find the padrone (the landlord), on the other hand, living a comfortable life. We are able to view it—deliberately distanced from it—through a window. A young man (the padrone’s son?) plays Mozart’s “Rondo alla Turca” on the piano while his well-dressed audience dozes or exhibits boredom.

The denouement of the film (which I won’t reveal) comes about through the padrone’s exercise of his property rights. He will not be caught dozing when they are violated.

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Yesterday, by contrast, I read an article about the egregious Koch brothers, billionaires with no social conscience. Written by Jane Mayer, a long-time tracker of the duo, the article* relates how elder bro, Charles, has eased his sib, David, out of the Koch family business. 

The Koch brothers, through various political action committees, have spent, are spending, and unfortunately for well-being of the Republic, will in future spend even more millions of dollars in an attempt to achieve their goal—what William Buckley, Jr.** once labeled “Anarcho-Totalitarianism.” The money has come from ownership of companies in just about every environmentally-destructive and polluting industry: "oil refineries and pipelines,  . . . lumber, paper, chemicals, coal, fertilizer.” 

Is it any wonder that they wish to destroy the EPA? 

In 1980, David ran for Vice-President on the Libertarian Party ticket. In addition to calling for the abolishment of the EPA, the party’s platform called for getting rid of "all federal income taxes and virtually every federal agency, including the I.R.S., the F.B.I., the C.I.A., the F.E.C., . . . the F.D.A., and the S.E.C. The party also opposed Medicaid, Medicare, Social Security, public education, and minimum-wage and child-labor laws."

Welcome to 19th century Bergamo!

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      ** I can’t believe I’m quoting Buckley approvingly!





Friday, July 13, 2018

Problems Solved



HG: Today on our blog we have the rare treat of an in-person interview with Herr Antwort Mann . . .

[Cough] AM: Herr Professor Doktor Antwort Mann . . .

HG: Er . . . sorry . . . Herr Professor Doktor Antwort Mann of the Institut für Alles Wissen in Fortzheim, Germany.

[Cough] AM: Pfortzheim!—mit ein puh.

HG: Er . . . sorry, again. Anyway, the Professor Doktor is here to offer scientific solutions to some of the troubling problems of our day.

AM: Dass ist korrekt.

HG: By the way, Herr Professor Doktor, how was your flight from Germany?

AM: Nicht gut! Economy Klasse, as you say auf Englisch, is the pits! I just now have been able to lower my knees from my eyebrows. Ah, but the hotel you booked me into—mit ein minibar mit Schnapps!

HG: That’s great about the hotel. But now let’s get to the issues at hand. First, a headline the other day on slate.com stated, “Goldman Sachs Warns That Rising Wages Could Cut Into Corporate Profits.”* Is that a serious problem? And, if so, what can be done about resolving it?

AM: Dass ist ein sehr serious problem! Especially if you are a Goldman Sachs partner! If the company keeps raising the wages of the workers, there will be less money for the partners to divide up for Christmas bonuses.

HG: But is there a solution?

AM: A solution there is definitely! Und really it doesn’t take a professor from the Institut für Alles Wissen to see it. What Goldman Sachs should do—is fire all its workers! Then all the profits go to the partners!

HG: I never thought of that.

AM: Maybe it does take a professor from Pfortzheim. 

HG: Moving on—our next problem has to do with children . . .

AM: Kinder, ja?

HG: Here in the US we have the problem of the children who have been taken away from their parents at the borders and transported far away from them.

AM: Ja?

HG: And even the problem of these children—as young as one year old—having to defend themselves in court.**

AM: You make ein Witz—a joke—nicht wahr?

HG: It’s very wahr—er, true.

AM: Gott in Himmel!

HG: Speaking of God, then there are all those evangelicals who are clamoring for the protection of the unborn—fetuses, that is—but seem to have no problem supporting a government that won’t promote breastfeeding.***

AM: Breastfeeding is gut; I favor it myself. . . . Vell, for the kinderproblem, here we can rely on the advice of the klassiker dramatist Sophocles. In his Tragödie Oedipus Rex, the chorus proclaims, “best it is never to be born.” 

HG: I don’t get it.

AM: You see, if the fetuses refuse to be born, they will never suffer the miseries of being separated from their parents, having to go to court, or having formula being forced upon them instead of mother’s milk—und  they will always be protected by the evangelicals and right-to-lifers. Alles is solved!

HG: I do perceive one flaw here, though—if the so-called right-to-lifers support the unborn, but totally neglect the born, shouldn’t they be called the “right-to-be-unborners”?

AM: Hmm. I vill haf to think about that on the flight home to Germany. By the vey, you couldn’t make it First Klasse this time, could you?

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** The 1-year-old boy in a green button-up shirt drank milk from a bottle, played with a small purple ball that lit up when it hit the ground and occasionally asked for “agua.”
Then it was the child’s turn for his court appearance before a Phoenix immigration judge, who could hardly contain his unease with the situation during the portion of the hearing where he asks immigrant defendants whether they understand the proceedings.
“I’m embarrassed to ask it, because I don’t know who you would explain it to, unless you think that a 1-year-old could learn immigration law,” Judge John W. Richardson told the lawyer representing the 1-year-old boy.



Friday, June 29, 2018

Spirits of St. Louis



In the year 1927 the two most illustrious figures in the United States were almost certainly Babe Ruth, who hit 60 home runs during the baseball season—a record that would stand until 1961—and Charles Lindbergh, “Lucky Lindy,” the pilot of Spirit of St. Louis, who was the first person to fly solo non-stop across the Atlantic Ocean. 

Ruth’s fame continues to this day. Lindbergh’s flame blew out in December 1941, when Japan bombed Pearl Harbor, and the United States entered the Second World War.

Before the sneak attack, Lindbergh had become the face and major mouthpiece of the America First Committee, “the isolationist, defeatist, anti-Semitic national organization that urged the United States to appease Adolf Hitler.”(1)

In one notorious speech, Lindbergh singled out the “British and the Jewish races” as the major forces who “wish to involve us in the war.” And it was “for reasons which are not American.” 

We can accept that the British “race,” as a sovereign nation, would pursue its own national interest, which might not always coincide with that of the United States. But the Jewish “race”? By asserting that the Jews—as a “race”— pursue their own interests, driven by “reasons which are not American,” Lindbergh openly demonstrated a vicious strain of anti-semitism. What Lindbergh was proclaiming, Susan Dunn points out, was that  “[t]he nation's enemy was an internal one, a Jewish one.”  
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[T]hroughout the [presidential] campaign, Trump also promised to put America first, a pledge renewed – twice – in his inaugural address. It was a disturbing phrase; think pieces on the slogan’s history began to sprout up, explaining that it stretches back to efforts to keep the US out of the second world war.
In fact, “America first” has a much longer and darker history than that, one deeply entangled with the country’s brutal legacy of slavery and white nationalism, its conflicted relationship to immigration, nativism and xenophobia. Gradually, the complex and often terrible tale this slogan represents was lost to mainstream history – but kept alive by underground fascist movements. “America first” is, to put it plainly, a dog whistle.(2) 
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Nearly ever present by the President's side, perhaps no one is more responsible for the Trump agenda than Stephen Miller.(3)

Miller, the Trump whisperer, has been a major—perhaps the major architect of the President’s malignant immigration policy. Although Miller is only 32 years old, his xenophobic nastiness goes back to his teen-age years. One is not surprised, therefore, that with that history Miller would shed few tears over the forced separation of parents and children.

What did surprise me—indeed, shock me—the other day was to learn that young Mr. Miller was Jewish.(4) Perhaps naively, I have always believed that all Jews would be cognizant of their own history of persecution, exclusion, and expulsion and, therefore, would be foremost in the defense of the oppressed and downtrodden. 

Apparently, young Mr. Miller has never heard the story of the SS St. Louis, which in 1939 left Germany with 900 Jews aboard. 


They were anticipating an escape from the Nazis to a new home and freedom from oppression:
They hoped to reach Cuba and then travel to the US - but were turned away in Havana and forced to return to Europe, where more than 250 were killed by the Nazis.(5)
I wonder who Miller would empathize with: the 1939 equivalents of ICE agents, barring the door to safety, or his fellow Jews, refugees in deadly danger of extermination?

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This past Tuesday brought news of a happier sort. The Hockey Hall of Fame selected its class of 2018 inductees. Among the chosen was Martin St. Louis, a French Canadian, who was born in Laval, Quebec. A somewhat undersized forward, St. Louis did not have a smooth journey to on-ice greatness. But eventually through determination and hard work he became a star in the league. He won numerous major trophies and scoring titles—and in 2004 the Stanley Cup with the Tampa Bay Lightning, the team that gave him his chance to excel. 
St. Louis now lives in Connecticut, an immigrant from north of the border.

So, let us salute l’esprit de St.Louis.


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Saturday, June 16, 2018

God Speaks


Just when I thought I was out, they pull me back in.

There I was, the God of the Creation, doing what Stephen Dedalus so rightly says in A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man,
remain[ing] within or behind or beyond or above [my] handiwork, invisible, refined out of existence, indifferent, paring [my] fingernails. 
But this guy Sessions comes along and claims that people should “obey the laws of the government because God has ordained them for the purpose of order.”* This to justify the ripping away of children from the arms of their parents. This Sessions person says he got that idea from something called “Romans 13” in the Bible, which sets down the words—not mine—of a misogynistic hallucinator.

Hell, there are tons of “laws of government” that if I were human I wouldn’t hesitate to break—starting with the prohibition against jaywalking. (I’m not even going to bother to cite the obvious example of the Nuremberg Laws.**) 

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And then there are these guys down at the University of North Carolina (aren’t they supposed to be spending their time figuring out easy courses to keep their basketball team from flunking out?) who decided to ask people what I look like. (As if they have a clue!) 
In the study, the participants—511 American Christians from all around the nation—individually viewed 300 sets of faces placed side-by-side on a computer screen. They selected "the face from each pair that better characterized how they imagined God to look." These were assembled into a composite image reflecting each person's notion of God.***
For example: God vs. Anti-God:



Summing up the results, Tom Jacobs of psmag.com says,
all believers seek comfort by imagining a deity who fulfills their emotional needs. As these needs vary, so do their images of the supreme being.
If you really want to know what I would look like—if I were a human being, that is—here’s a hint: Think Cary Grant.

Enough of this nonsense—I’m off for a manicure.

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**Those of you with a classical background will notice the Ciceronian touch.