Saturday, September 4, 2021

The Texas Taliban, Chapter One


I live in a country where people try to make the abortion rate go down by making it harder for women to get birth control. --John Fugelsang

 I'm seeing online comments about the US withdrawal from Afghanistan as a defeat for American power and an indicator of the decline of the West. American Women feel that defeat and decline all the way to Texas where an American Taliban, based on a faulty reading of Christian scripture, And an extremist ideology in power in the legislature, passed a law that makes illegal the termination of unwanted pregnancies. Combining fascism with Stalinism, The American Republican Party has extended a bonus to the batshit crazy element of American society by promising fortunes to any who inform on those who aid and abet in an abortion or discuss the planning of an abortion or offer assistance such as a ride to an abortion facility, or. . ., well, you get the idea. Christians, Muslims, conservatives, and control freaks everywhere, Rejoice! Our fear of feminine sexuality has won the day. Now, if we can just do something about uppity women in superior positions in employment we can truly say that, at last, culture based on religious extremism is within our grasp. Institutionalized misogyny is within our grasp. Praise Jesus!


Thursday, July 8, 2021

Fabricated Panic

 


Fabricated Panic

That Critical Race Theory is not taught in the public school system has been known by the Left since the first day that the Right turned it into an engineered panic response. The theory sounds to the cognitively biased as a supplement to the Black Lives Matter (BLM) movement. But then, anything that speaks to the problem of racism elicits panic from racists in the party of the Proud Boys.

What has happened to my once-proud Republican Party? 
I had thought that, after the Joe McCarthy debacle and the civil rights movement, the party and the political right would its ranks of witch-hunters, jingoists, white supremacists, and conspiracy theorists--and they did, for a while. It only took a budding Mussolini to bring out the worst of them again.
I ask my Republican friends if the Republicans will ever return to common-sense politics that made them the favorite of the American people before the party went off the rails. Their answer: The GOP is the favorite of God and that the American people have abandoned God and therefore have abandoned conservatism. It's not conservatism that I question, but the catering to nutcases.
I feel the GOP abandoned me when today's moderate Democrats look like the former Grand Old Party.

See the news story at:

Saturday, July 3, 2021

The Militia Circus

 

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The Militia Circus

The Second Amendment did, after all, create the Well Regulated Militia and not the police departments.

Yeah, I know, that's an argument worthy of the three clowns in the image above and the eleven clowns in the Well Regulated Militia described in the Reuters article.



Thursday, July 1, 2021

Power Grab

 

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Power Grab

A contributor to the AZ Central news outlet summarizes the attack on voting rights by those who would deny those tights in favor of a supposed* strong man authoritarian rule selected by a "committee" of solely or predominately right-wing authoritarian voters. The erosion of voting rights and the recent rule of an incompetent but charismatic president signal the final days of the experiment in democracy.

With the ability to select which voters to give the strongest voice through voter suppression and gerrymandering, we can expect the future day in which we live under an essentially one-party rule with authoritarian rulers representing a segment of society at the helm. Those facing diminished representation might then see restrictions on free speech to cement the ruling party's grip on power.

The shutting down of alternative voices has worked well for religions for thousands of years. It creates the illusion that the words of the powerful are representative of reality through the Argument by Consensus. If a majority of people in a culture can be convinced that the consensus defines reality, rulers then have the minds of the people in their hands. That same procedure routinely puts despots and tyrants into positions of power, as we saw with abundant examples through the twentieth century.

A link to the AZ Central article:

Supreme Court upholds Arizona law, giving voter protections their last gasp





Monday, June 28, 2021

Slaughter by Constitution


Slaughter by Constitution

Late last night, three members of the Well Regulated Militia gunned down eleven people, wounding ten and killing one in Chicago. Any rational being is likely to assume that these almost-daily incidents are not what the founders had in mind when they created the Well Regulated Militia with the Second Amendment, but that frequent slaughter must be what the Supreme Court has in mind when it supports the arming of the irresponsible, immature, and emotionally stunted to live out their soldier fantasies while strutting with their firepower to intimidate the public.

It must be a wonderful feeling of power to have a room or a street cleared when the Well Regulated Militia appears.

Do members of the Supreme Court assume that was what the founders meant by "The pursuit of happiness?

Why, yes. It seems that is exactly what they think.



 

Sunday, June 27, 2021

The Clown Show



The Clown Show

Soul seller Attorney General Bill Barr now says the 2020 election "fraud" was bullshit. Chickenhawk Mitch McConnell urged Barr to go public with his concerns about Trump but refused to do so himself.

McConnell a Chickenhawk? Make that coward.

"Barr also said that he told Trump the lawyers pursuing legal election fights were a "clown show."             --Excerpt, See the full story at the link below:



Saturday, June 26, 2021

Denying Natural Selection

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Natural Selection 

A long blog of hundreds of words is unnecessary when the topic is the abysmal stupidity of a segment of American society. It is enough to say simply, You Can't Fix Stupid.

"How many unvaccinated Americans are willing to die easily preventable deaths from COVID-19 each day?" --excerpt

https://news.yahoo.com/6-warning-signs-that-the-delta-variant-is-coming-for-unvaccinated-americans-090025468.html

Friday, June 25, 2021

Texas as Third World Province

 

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Texas as Third World Province

According to a USA Today report dated today, June 25, 2021, a train of vehicles referred to as a "Trump Train" attempted to harass and intimidate a Biden-Harris Bus and accompanying vehicle. That, in itself, is not a serious crime but more a tale of intellectually stunted Texas rednecks. However, the Trump cultists are said to have attempted to run the bus off the road. To what end? To haul the survivors out for physical punishment? To express their support for democracy and fair elections?

To many political moderates, actions such as this sometimes look like the decline of democracy and of American influence in the world.

My first reaction to the story was embarrassment--in my state and too many of my fellow Texans. These Trump cultists appear to have no shame. Let the embarrassment their action aroused in mature Texans be their shame.


Thursday, June 24, 2021

The Failure of Magical Reality

 


The Failure of Magical Reality

If I were a religious person, I would be praying that our post-modern experiment with relative truths and "alternative facts" is done. Finis. Kaput. 

The January 6 insurrection was, we can only hope, the death knell of that ignoble episode in our history. The trials and imprisonment of some of the leaders of that event, and the recent banning of its cheerleader, Rudy Giuliani, from practicing law in New York are encouraging signs that the legal system agrees that, yes, there is a reality separate from our fantasies. Magical reality is an entertaining concept in movies and literature but has no place in Ideology.

Facts are facts and ideological fantasies and propaganda don't change that, regardless of the number of people who believe it. Reality doesn't care about our denial of it. But it appears to me that Rudy, like the pillow guy, will deny reality even while the world points and laughs at their folly.

Not me. I feel the same sympathy for them that I feel for any person who has made bad choices. 

Wednesday, June 23, 2021

Abbott Hates Dogs

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#AbbottHatesDogs

A wise person once advised me to "Never trust anyone who is not kind to animals."

In the years since I have learned that my advisor's insight into human behavior was spot-on. I have, to date, not once met a trustworthy person who was not kind to animals. By kind, I mean those who treat pets with respect and those who support protections for animals in the wild.

Greg Abbott is one of the Untrustworthy. The Texas Governor recently vetoed bipartisan "Senate Bill 474, known as the Safe Outdoor Dogs Act, which would have prohibited the use of heavy chains to restrain dogs, mandated that animal-control and rescue groups scan pets for microchips, and given tax breaks to pet-rescue organizations."*

The bill called for the regulation of collar size, heavy chains, and the availability of food and water. Abbott called referred to the bill as "micromanaging" and "over-criminalizing." 

It is not micromanaging when existing animal protections are "vague and unenforceable,"* and isn't it no more over-criminalizing than those misdemeanor punishments that regulate pedestrian traffic and safe driving.

I grew up in an environment in which the old agrarian way of life was being fazed out in favor of industrial jobs in a nearby city. Old ways die hard, and the former farmers, seeing their woodlands scraped to make way for a booming population and suburban development, continued to keep hunting dogs in cages even when their weekday jobs left them too exhausted for hunting trips to hunting destinations that receded with each new birth and suburban development. Those dogs were often ignored for days. Their masters filled their food and water containers hurridly and absent-mindedly. They were sheltered by plywood doghouses and tethered to them to keep them from climbing over or digging under their prisons. Only neighborhood children gave the animals attention. A law like Texas Senate Bill 474 in those days would have been a blessing to those dogs, who suffered not from cruelty, but from the unkind lack of respect that pets crave.


* "Texas Gov. Abbott vetoed a state animal-cruelty bill, saying the Safe Outdoor Dogs Act was 'micro-managing"  https://www.businessinsider.com/texas-gov-abbott-vetoed-bill-expanding-animal-cruelty-law-2021-6

Tuesday, June 22, 2021

For the People


For the People

USA Today is reporting that moderate Joe Manchin will join Democrats in supporting the For the People Act, a piece of voting legislation that strengthens voting rights. A no-brainer, right? Who would oppose a voting rights bill? 

Republicans have lined up to oppose the bill. Trump's big lie that the 2020 election was stolen has the support of Republicans, even those Trump has insulted in the past. And why not? Thirty percent of the American population lives in right-wing nutter land, and the party of Trump has those votes sewn up. Any politician would love to know he or she has a full one-third of the American public in his or her pocket. So, insult my wife? No problem.

The USA Today editorial supports the conservative proposal for the requirement of a voter ID, and the idea that Democrats have vowed to fight. Why? Because, they say, some people do not have state or federally issued IDs. I, for one, agree with conservatives. State-issued IDs are not all that difficult to attain. Here in Texas, one can receive a state ID on line or through the mail. What is the ID-less individual's excuse for not having one?


Monday, May 3, 2021

Frostbite

 

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The old man had fought in the trenches in Europe in World War I, where he received a wound that would kill him fifty years later. After the war he became distant, drifting off for progressively longer periods of internal journeys, sometimes spending an entire day rolling Bugle cigarettes and staring into a distant space.

Wednesday, April 21, 2021

The Wall is Brother to the Gun

 


A poem dug out of files dating from the Days of Rage.

Photo by Tobe Roberts from Pexels


I buried Jimmy and Larry

and carved their names upon a wall

I lost twenty-two

Viral young boys who died

fighting proud, standing tall.

 

I carved their names upon a wall

those twenty-two and thousands more

released to a fury.

Mere boys, starting life, who died

to enrich the dogs of war.

 

Those twenty-two and thousands more;

I saw in them something

that I could not let pass:

they were little more than children,

all from the working class.

 

I saw in them something

fresh, noble, proud, but poor;

boys who needed a chance,

who live a few brief years

lost to men of wealth and power

 

Fresh, noble, proud, but poor,

boy soldiers-- men who fall

to men of greed, power, and gold;

men who do not send their children

and see their names carved upon a wall

Monday, April 12, 2021

Code Madeleine


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     Under a full moon, a lone Royal Air Force Westland Lysander airplane circled a meadow outside Paris in Nazi-occupied France on the night of June 16, 1943. Men carrying an assortment of hunting rifles, shotguns, and antique pistols emerged from the shadows and lit torches to guide the British aircraft to a makeshift landing field. The little vehicle said to have the ability to land on a cow pile, lived up to its legend. The plane came to a halt after a steep descent and a short approach. Members of the French resistance rushed forward to retrieve containers of weapons, explosives, and survival supplies for those men in their ranks forced by their Gestapo pursuers to live in the wild. The underground fighters tossed mailbags into the aircraft and escorted the two young women cramped in the cockpit to the woods and shadows. The aircraft departed with the same stealth and agility it demonstrated on landing. Men ruffled grass crushed by landing wheels, extinguished the landing lights, and they too faded into the darkness. The Lysander, flying low to avoid Luftwaffe patrols sped back to the English Channel and the relative safety of England. Below, the French countryside lay abandoned in the dim moonlit darkness.

     The two women, Diane Rowden and Noor Inayat Khan arrived the next day at their respective assignments. Noor Inayat Khan, code-named Madeleine, occupied a safe house in Paris and began one of the great tragedies of a war marked by brutality and grief.

     Before the Crimean War (1854-6), women rarely served with military units at or near the front lines. That situation changed when Florence Nightingale and her nurses shared rations with fighting men at the battle lines. By World War I, nurses, and female ambulance drivers served within the range of enemy artillery though did not yet engage in the dangerous work of combat. A revolution occurred in the role of women in war with the end of the Phony War and the German Wehrmacht rolled its blitzkrieg into France and completed its control of the country in June 1940.
     Following the 1939 invasion of Poland and Winston Churchill’s rise to power, Churchill found the old SIS military intelligence agency complacent, bureaucratic, and riddled with security leaks. He created the Strategic Offices Executive (SOE) in order to bypass the men in the SIS who supported peace with, and even an alliance with, Nazi Germany. The new group came into being with only two directives: “Set Europe ablaze,” and to make the lives of men in the German military “an eternal torment.”
     The SOE inserted men with language skills into Axis-occupied countries to provide weapons, organize partisans, and radio information back to London. However, the intelligence and operations services ran into a problem with agents in France. German and Vichy authorities regularly rounded up young men for forced labor in German mines, factories, and labor camps. Women freely traveled the French countryside by bus, rail, and bicycle in search of food, work, and families missing or displaced by the invasion, and as clerks and nurses for armies on the move. The new organization began a search for women fluent in French to fill the need for people to take on the dangerous work of guerilla warfare and rear-guard action.
     Winston Churchill gave the unofficial approval for women in the covert operations service in April 1942, but the SIS scrapped plans for the recruitment of women before it got off the ground by pointing out that the 1929 Geneva Convention and the 1907 Hague Convention did not offer prisoner-of-war protections to women. The men who drafted those treaties had not envisioned women as warriors. Colonel Colin Gubbins, head of SOE military operations, used his connections to sidestep the legal arguments by enrolling women agents in FANY (First Aid Nursing Yeomanry). As a civilian group that acted as nurses and ambulance drivers, FANY gave women recruits a thin layer of Geneva Convention protection if captured. The women of SOE wore FANY uniforms, but their training and chain of command rested entirely within the SOE. An intensive effort to find and train agents began in 1942 and by mid-1944 over half of FANY’s numbers were in the service of the SOE.
     One of the earliest of those women, Noor Inayat Khan, trained as a radio operator for the WAAF (Women’s Auxiliary Air Force). She was the daughter of Hasra Inayat Khan, a prominent Sufi mystic who traveled the world to bring Sufi thought to a troubled world. Hasra and Noor were descendants of Tupi Sultan, the Tiger of Mysore, and the last Muslim ruler of Southern India. The Khan family ancestry made Noor a princess in the royal lineage.
     On a trip to America, Hasra met Ora Ray Baker, a relation of Mary Baker Eddy, founder of the Christian Science Church. They were married in France in March 1913 and traveled to Moscow where Hasra accepted a teaching assignment at the Conservatoire. Noor was born in the Kremlin on New Year’s Day 1914. Further travels had made her multi-lingual and familiar with European terrains. She studied child psychology at the Sorbonne, wrote a children’s book, Twenty Jataka Tales, and performed in a children’s radio program in Paris. Her father had returned to India where he died in 1927.
     With the outbreak of war, Noor and a sister joined the French Red Cross as nurses, and on the invasion of France found themselves cut off from their unit. The Khan family regrouped in Bordeaux and escaped to England aboard a Belgian Freighter.
     Though raised under Sufi doctrine, she and a brother felt that Fascism was of such a significant evil that their pacifism must be set aside in the face of the Axis threat. They joined the Royal Air Force where Noor rose in rank until she felt her talents were not used to her fullest potential. A request for greater responsibility and her fluency in French brought her to the attention of the SOE, who soon called for an interview. She left a favorable impression on her interviewer and agreed on the spot to accept training for an eventual drop into Occupied France.
     In training, her instructors noted that she was “clumsy,” “otherworldly,” and “not burdened with brains.” Those handlers who did praise her efforts were often considered smitten by her dark beauty, as was Leo Marks, code master at SOE. Maurice Buckmaster, head of SOE operations, refused to accept the criticisms, as she was an excellent wireless telegraph operator whose skills the French underground desperately needed.

     Following a rigorous training program, she landed in France on 16 June 1943 under a full moon. News of her pending arrival reached the French Resistance fighters—the Maquis—through the Prosper circuit under Francis Suttill and his radio operator, code-named Archambaud (Gilbert Norman). Another SOE agent, Henri Déricourt, met her on landing. He was not yet suspected of working for the Germans. The Maquis took her to Paris to meet Cinema, Henri Garry, so named for his striking resemblance to the American film star Gary Cooper, to take her assigned place as radio operator for his Cinema circuit. Soon after the meeting, London thought the name “Cinema” gave too much information to German eavesdroppers and changed the circuit name to “Phono.”
     Garry took her to meet Professor Alfred Serge Balachowski and his circuit operating out of the École Nationale d’Agriculture at Grignon. Following the meeting, on 1 July, a large group of German police arrested and interrogated the director, Monsieur Vanderwynckt, but returned him when they could get no information about Resistance cells from him. They came back again to arrest Balachowski, and on 10 July, arrested Vanderwynckt.
     Within days of her landing, The Gestapo arrested Francis Suttill and his radio operator, Gilbert Norman, and hundreds of Free French fighters in the Prosper circuit. The Germans forced Archambaud to continue communications with London. He had no choice but to cooperate after London failed to observe security checks that would have warned them the radioman was operating under duress. Before the collapse of the Prosper circuit, German intelligence had no knowledge of the SOE, but now, thanks to their Prosper network prisoners, knew precise details of its organization and of scheduled drops. The Gestapo knew “Madeleine” was in France; they only needed to find her.
     In communications with London, the SOE offered to fly Noor back home by the next available Lysander flight.  She refused to leave her French compatriots without a radio operator. The date and location for D-Day landings were a secret, but Noor was aware that every agent operating in France increased the probability of the success of the invasion. Her refusal to abandon France made her now the most important Allied agent operating in the country. With the collapse of Prosper and the arrests of Balachowski sub-circuit, Noor operated alone.
      She had come on air on 22 June, just days after her arrival, and for the next month coordinated landing and pickup sites, established escape routes for airmen shot down over France and identified targets for RAF bombers. In early August, she had lunch with a fellow agent, “Octave,” and on returning to her apartment near the Bais de Boulogne in Paris, found it crawling with Gestapo. She slipped away unnoticed, and on 13 August met with “Claire” at a Paris rail station.
     To avoid detection, she stayed constantly on the move with her wireless set. Two German officers in a rail car on one occasion demanded to know what was in her suitcase. She opened the case, revealing the radio inside. She told them it was a “cinematographic projector.” “See the bulbs,” she said. “Haven’t you seen one before?” The soldiers apologized and moved on. This, from a woman raised on spiritualism, who believed that telling a lie was a great sin.
     In July 1943, she escaped a trap set in Grignon by the Germans by killing or wounding the agents sent after her. For her bravery, the French government in exile, headed by General Charles de Gaulle, awarded her the Croix de Guerre with Gold Star
     Her movements thwarted the Sicherheistdienst (SD) wireless detection station, which had her radio traffic under observation. Her arrest came on October 13, not from triangulating her radio signals, but from a description given by an unknown double agent, possibly Déricourt, or by Noor’s landlady who betrayed her for a sum of money. Agents recognized her on the street and closed in, but Noor slipped away from them. With the information given by her betrayer, she was captured at a bakery on the ground floor of her apartment building and escorted to Gestapo interrogation cells at 84 Avenue Foch, a short distance from her apartment. A search of the flat turned up her incriminating message log. Conveniently for the Germans, Noor had proposed in her last message that she lie low for a while, giving SOE nemesis Josef Goetz time to process her logs and prepare for a game of deception with the British.
     London received word of the arrest of Noor and Garry but discounted the news when her radio came back on the air. Months passed before the SOE began to suspect that her wireless set was compromised. As a result, France Anthelme with his w/t operator, Lionel Lee, and courier Madeleine Damerment parachuted into a drop zone they thought the Phono circuit controlled. The Gestapo waited for them as they fell to earth. The Germans continued their ruse, informing London on Noor’s radio that Anthelme had fractured his skull on landing. Four agents sent earlier to form the “Scientist” circuit also landed into the waiting hands of the Gestapo, and all seven met execution in extermination camps.
     Noor escaped soon after her imprisonment in a fifth-floor cell at 84 Avenue Foch. She made it to the roof before her guards quickly recaptured her and returned her to her cell. In a neighboring cell, another captured SOE agent, John Starr, had achieved a trusty status; and on the other side, a Frenchman, Colonel Faye. Starr had artistic talents, and the Germans used him to draw charts and graphs for them, allowing him pencils and paper in his cell that he used to communicate with Noor. She, in turn, tapped out Morse code with Faye. She devised an escape plan that called for Starr’s help as a prison trusty. He obtained a screwdriver, and the three of them took turns with the tool to loosen the bars in overhead skylights. The guards permitted makeup for women prisoners that the escapees used to make a powder and cream plaster to conceal damage to the walls. When the time came for the escape, Noor had not yet loosened her bars, and the two men waited on the roof for two hours. When they finally hoisted her out of the skylight shaft, an air raid siren wailed, the guards checked the cells and discovered the damaged cells. Within minutes, the guards returned the three roughly to their cells.
     Incredibly, their prison-keeper, SS Sturmbannfuhrer Hans Kieffer did not have them beaten and executed. Instead, he demanded they sign an oath that they would not attempt another escape. Noor and Colonel Faye refused and were sent immediately to a secure prison in Germany.
     The SD placed Noor into a category known as Nacht und Nebel, prisoners who were destined to disappear into the “night and fog.” Chains bound her hands and feet and a guard stood continuous watch outside her cell. During her stay, the prison warden took pity on her and ordered her hands free, but a guard reported him to the SD. The warden received a withering reprimand, and the manacles returned. The Gestapo ordered her sent to the concentration camp at Natzweiler where she was beaten and possibly raped by a particularly sadistic guard (executed for war crimes at Nuremberg). Due to the color of her skin, the guard assumed her a Creole. He considered his treatment of her as above punishment, as “colored” and Nacht und Nebel prisoners had no protection under rules of conduct from Berlin.
     Following some confusion by the camp’s commander as to how she should die, she was sent to Dachau where she was executed by a bullet to the head and burned in the ovens.
     For her service to the British military and for her contributions to the French Resistance and to the success of the Allied invasion at Normandy, she received posthumously the George Cross and the Croix de Guerre with Gold Star.
     Of the fifty women sent into action for the SOE, fifteen were captured and only three of those survived. The women warriors of the SOE proved women could, indeed, carry their weight in warfare. Though largely unknown in America, the freedom-loving French and British have not forgotten “Madeleine.”


Saturday, April 10, 2021

Woke

 

Photo by MANH LAI VAN on Unsplash


An epiphany, a realization, a great idea

Enlightenment, religious experience

Change for the better, a new love

A new passion, an awakening

Are best kept close until

They are ready

For us

Monday, April 5, 2021

Nathaniel Hawthorne as Literary Legend

 

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Everyone loves a good story. Lovers of literary history often encounter writers who engage ten-dollar words to give their works an air of pomposity and those writers who inject every sentence with often redundant phrases designed to demonstrate their piety, lofty social position, superior intellect, and/or nationalistic fervor. Add to those difficulties in reading long, tedious paragraphs that ramble on for pages. Can we wonder that the average American shows little interest in literature or history?

Nathaniel Hawthorne broke the grip of self-indulgence in literature. The writer following Hawthorne was now free to hide from the reader, and the reader was free to enjoy reading without lecture or condescension by the writer. Hawthorne’s stories entertained without frivolity, enlightened without thunderous imperative, and instructed without tedious detail. Even his moral tales used complex allegory rather than a sermon to drive them. His style was so revolutionary that his works went through rejection by public resistance to change and harsh criticism by literary wags, followed by gradual acceptance through word-of-mouth advertising, on to celebrity cult status, and finally into the celestial sphere of literary immortality.

The common reader in his workaday world had little time for moral instruction or dry narrative. The Industrial Revolution had begun. Social, political, and economic changes accelerated daily, and the pastoral and historical Classical Romanticism of Europe had no place in a country with no ancient past to glorify through the romance novel, and the new spirit of opportunity was clouded by economic inequality, drudgery, and a breakdown in traditional values. Optimistic novels and short stories filled with sunny characters made for easy escapism, but they did not reflect the reality of the “man on the street.”

Nathaniel Hawthorne and Edgar Allen Poe introduced “Dark Romanticism” in reaction to the Transcendentalist thesis that man is inherently good and need only to follow moral teachings to lead a rich and fulfilling life. Not so, said the Dark Romanticist; man is born of sin and gives himself to evil through his nature. His readers knew of evil—they saw it in the factory, slaughterhouse, and mine bosses. The public found works that delved into their characters’ psychological motives and inner lives, traits that the reader shared. No longer need heroes be heroic: “The greatest obstacle to being heroic is the doubt whether one may not be going to prove one’s self a fool; the truest heroism is to resist the doubt; and the profoundest wisdom, to know when it ought to be resisted, and when it be obeyed.” (The Blithedale Romance, Ch. 2.)

As students of literature move farther away from a language they see in classical literature as stifling and anachronistic, they will yet fix on Hawthorne and see in him a writer who can speak to them from the past and continue to speak to their technology-shortened attention span. For the contemporary common man, history and literature sprang to life with Hawthorne, following a long period of literature unreadable in the present time with its twenty-first-century language, a language as undecipherable to the seventeenth-century writer as theirs is to us.

Readers today too often see a gap of several millennia between the exciting stories of Homer’s Achilles and Ulysses and the renewal of readable literature from Hawthorne and Poe, and down to us through Stephen Crane, Virginia Woolf, F. Scott Fitzgerald, William Faulkner, and Ernest Hemingway. Lovers of the straight-forward tale, unembellished with linguistic fog and self-indulgence, owe a nod to Nathaniel Hawthorne for stripping the story to its essentials, and for revealing to the reader his own dark nature.

 

Sources:

C.D. Merriman for Jalic Inc. Copyright Jalic Inc 2007.
http://www.online-literature.com/hawthorne/
Accessed 07/05/2011.
 
The Tales and Novels of Nathaniel Hawthorne, the Modern Library, Random House, Inc; 1937.
“Introduction, p. viii.”
 
“Nathaniel Hawthorne,” Petri Liukkonen (author) & Ari Pesonen. Kuusankosken kaupunginkirjasto, 2008
http://www.kirjasto.sci.fi/hawthorn.htm
Accessed 07/05/2011.

 

Monday, March 22, 2021

Snarl

 

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During times of economic hardship, the word “Utopian” emerges, usually spat out as a curse. The idea of a harmonious social and political order has devolved into a contemptible pipedream of radicals and revolutionaries. When I recently suggested that the enormous taxpayer funds spent to reinvigorate the economy might be better used helping the now insolvent common man—the taxpayer—with his upside-down mortgages and in retraining him for new and emerging technologies a listener responded with a snarl, “That’s utopian!” His loathing for my proposal was evident: his posture threatened combat, his face contorted in loathing. “Utopian” was evidently, to him, not a pleasant concept. How did a word suggesting a place of political, social, and economic perfection come to such low regard?

Sir Thomas More invented the word, loosely translated from Greek as “No place,” for his imaginary city in his book Utopia in 1516. Five hundred years later the rugged individualist American acquires his disdain for all things Utopian from the welfare state described by More and Utopian dreamers before and since him. We are more comfortable with the heroic stature of an Ayn Rand protagonist than with the idea of the citizen as a minor function in a vast socio-economic machine. A lone person struggling against great odds to amass wealth and fame is a worthy hero to a culture coming of age in an environment of war and celebrity. In that mindset, a contented drone is nevertheless a drone. Aldous Huxley’s Brave New World (1932), describing a dysfunctional utopian future, continues to sell while his Island (1962), chronicling a near-perfect society on a remote south-seas island, remains an out-of-print book discussed only among bibliophiles and daydreamers.

Plato’s Republic, written 2,000 years before More’s work, did nothing to promote perfect social order as an attainable goal. His perfect world, ruled by a philosopher-king who was a model for Ayn Rand’s heroic industrial magnate, fares better among readers in the western world, though his handling of women as state property and the use of slaves leaves many readers squirming with unease. His was a Spartan world where a socialist economy prevailed, children were wards of the state, and art censored. The Republic served as Plato’s personal fantasy. It benefits the philosopher-king but is no Utopia to women and slaves.

Saint Augustine, too, promoted a Utopian vision. His Heavenly City on earth led to the founding of religious settlements seeking a perfect society of like-minded pilgrims, but those harmonious colonies soon disbanded, or deteriorated into villages and towns as messy and disordered as the ones we live in today or ended in disaster like the Jonestown Massacre. A common vision and shared belief, it seems, are not enough to maintain perfection.

Ursula K. Le Guin has experimented with the utopian ideal more than any other writer. In 1971, she published a short story describing a perfect society in “Those Who Walk Away From Omalon.” She sets up the reader with a pleasant world of carefree living, and then reveals the terrible price paid for the perfect society. Those who walked away from Omalon preferred the imperfect world of strife and insecurity over an easy life lived in guilt.

Huxley’s Island, James Hilton’s Shangri-La (from Lost Horizon, 1933), and Francis Bacon’s 1626 New Atlantis represent earthly paradises distant and isolated in time and place, and therefore of minor interest to modern utopists. However, to the casual reader they are pleasant fantasies, an escape from the monotonous grind of daily life in a dystopian reality. The desert island-hidden valley utopia rarely dwells on social-economic-political details, and that brand of utopian literature reads more like escapist fantasy than serious political discussion.

The collapse of the world economic system, ongoing culture wars, and the growing evidence of greed as the fuel that drove the good times have brought utopianism back into the political discussion as we seek a means to bring about “a more perfect union”-- a more stable economic environment. The depression of the 1930s brought socialism into the debate. Earlier economic crises, called “Panics” in their day, introduced such proletarian institutions as the labor union, the end of child labor, and migrations from agricultural to industrial centers. Each advance of socialist values has met resistance, often violent resistance, by mainstream society. The recent rise of utopian discussion fares no better.

Business and government leaders call for patience. They repeat with metronomic frequency the mantra that, when the bank vaults are full and failing industries revived, the benefits will trickle down to the rest of us. To which a growing number of Americans snarl, “That’s utopian!”

 

Suggested Reading

The Republic, Plato, 3rd century BC

The Confessions of Saint Augustine, c. 400 AD

Utopia, Sir Thomas More, 1516

New Atlantis, Francis Bacon, 1626

News From Nowhere, William Morris, 1890

Island, Aldous Huxley, 1932

Lost Horizon, James Hilton, 1933

Brave New World, Aldous Huxley, 1963

The Dispossessed; An Ambiguous Utopia, Ursula K. Le Guin, 1974

The Handmaid’s Tale, Margaret Atwood, 1985, 1986

 

Monday, March 15, 2021

The Richmond Letters


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Fort Washington had fallen and thousands of our best were killed or captured there, leaving the remnants of our routed army to flee across New Jersey, a hotbed of Tory support. Those who survived Fort Washington and Brooklyn heights suffered from wounds and smallpox. The Revolution was surely lost.

Longacre’s bayonet wound hobbled him. I carried the greater part of his weight in flight from the British mercenaries, making our escape tediously slow. As we fled across New Jersey, at every high place, I left Longacre to his suffering to ascend for a look for Howe’s pursuing troops or for the remains of our own army, but saw neither for two days. We could not seek aid at the farms we passed; any of them might be the home of a Loyalist who would hold us at musket point to await the arrival of the British. We ventured on, limping through woodlands and skirting cultivated fields except for those from which we pilfered food to sustain us in our flight.

On the third day, we came upon a wooded encampment of about eighty Continental troops led by a pockmarked and grizzled officer, Lieutenant John Martin, of Philadelphia. A surgeon dressed Longacre’s wounds while Martin interviewed me for his after-action report. I thought it noble of him that he continued to conduct himself as a soldier, to hold his miserable band of patriots together with military discipline and a harsh way with any who talked of home.

With the interview complete I asked, “Sir, what is to become of us?”

“We will rejoin His Excellency-- if he has not been taken or killed at Brooklyn Heights. In any event, I expect we will likely escape across the Alleghenies to engage the enemy in a war of posts.”

His unselfconscious remark shook me. The troops were aware that His Excellency, General Washington could not be killed in battle, though likely to die young. Yet this officer spoke of Washington’s death at war as a likely possibility.

“A war of posts?’ I asked. As a mere corporal, though hardened by battle, I knew of tactics, but nothing of strategy. That I left to the officers.

“To engage the enemy in small raids in which we inflict the maximum casualties, and then flee before he can muster an appropriate response.”

“But the British will avenge themselves by burning our towns and farms.”

Lieutenant Martin responded with a silent nod and dismissed me.

 

I wrote to my wife and children a letter of despair that if surrender could not be negotiated swiftly, our defeat in New York would result in rapine and torch. I instructed them, in that event, to flee westward into Ohio, to await reconciliation with Parliament.

 

Others joined us in the following days. We grew quickly to three hundred, of which more than fifty suffered smallpox. Many had no shoes; others, no coats; and some had no muskets or powder. Those who lacked sufficient clothing, we made as comfortable as our meager resources permitted. Too often men fit for fighting abandoned us to return home, to their farms and shops to await the British yoke. Some traveled to Trenton where they offered themselves to the king’s cause.

There came to us a report that General Washington was alive and assembling his troops near the Delaware River, dangerously close to the massed British lines.

Longacre had recovered from the worst of his wound. Lieutenant Martin ordered us to move as a fighting unit out of the woods, to rejoin the Continental Army. Those suffering with smallpox and crippling wounds remained in camp with the surgeon’s ointments and bandages. We crossed New Jersey again, not in flight this time, but again facing the enemy.

Our arrival in Washington’s camp increased his strength to 2000, many of them ill equipped, sick, and wounded. New recruits and straggling veterans joined us daily. Militiamen quit their posts to join us. Men recovered from wounds and disease. Yet, our ragged army was no match for the thirty-thousand regulars and mercenaries of the well-trained British army and navy that separated us from the northern colonies.

Rumors swept across our cold and miserable camp: On one day, it was said that Ben Franklin, in Paris, was instructed to negotiate our surrender. On the next day, Washington was to offer his sword to General Howe, surrendering himself and his army to Howe’s mercy. That we were to engage in one last suicidal attack, a maniacal plunge into the heart of the British Army, that we would retreat to engage them in a harassing war of posts; and that we were to be disbanded to return to our homes. Each day offered a new version of our fate.

Then, one day in mid-December, Lieutenant Martin ordered us assembled at his tent. Our orders, he said, were to prepare ourselves for an attack against the British winter quarters at Trenton, to come at dawn on Christmas Day.

Our defeat is certain. I have written my wife and children in Richmond, leaving them to the benevolence of God and the civility of their British masters.

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