Tuesday, September 30, 2014

The Jerusalem Post, the UN Report, and David Sheen

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

I have never been to Israel and do not profess to be an expert on its social and cultural dynamics.  Thus, I find myself most grateful when someone provides me with an informed insight as to what may be happening there that may not be fully known.  In that regard, yesterday, in response to yesterday's posts regarding Israel's War on Africans, I was most appreciative of receiving the following note:

"This is an interesting article on racism  in Israel from  the Jerusalem Post. Its value is that it contains polls. It appears to reflect the general feeling that  it is a problem that should be addressed. Also it indicates that there is agreement that the current government does not do enough to stop it."    

This recent (March 2014) survey in the Jerusalem Post appears to reflect the concern of Israelis themselves about the climate for tolerance within Israel.  This concern was echoed in the 2012 UN Report that was influenced by David Sheen, the Canadian journalist whose video is referenced in yesterday's post.  The UN Report can be found at


and the bio for David Sheen can be found at

http://www.davidsheen.com/bio.htm

For those who have an interest in Israel, these articles and reports should be of interest ... and concern.

Peace.

Israel's War on Africans

Monday, September 29, 2014


The following link is to a lecture by a Canadian Jew about the plight of African refugees in Israel in 2014.  I commend this video to you all and encourage your thoughtful reflection on what it says ... and about how you feel about what it says.


Peace.

Friday, September 26, 2014

Matthew McConaughey and Glasgow, Montana

Friday, September 26, 2014


A few months ago, before I ventured back to Glasgow, Montana, my girlfriend advised me that I should not go back because all that would be there would be ghosts.  She told me about this motivational speaker who advised that one's life should be conducted the way one drives a car.  One should pay the most attention to the road ahead that is visible through the big window in front of the driving wheel and that one should only occasionally check the rear view mirror just for short safety measures.  To spend one's life focused on the past is akin to attempting to drive forward while focusing on the rear view mirror.  It is a recipe for disaster. 

I thought about what my girlfriend said for many days before finally going back to Glasgow.  Ultimately, after a fifty year hiatus, I did go back and, in the process of doing so, I learned a few things about myself that could only be found by returning to the memories of what once was, but is no more.

I will have more to say about that later, but to my surprise, I found the best way to frame my feelings about my return to Glasgow was most recently enunciated by that suddenly profound actor Matthew McConaughey and what has become a rather talked about (and ridiculed) commercial. You can find the commercial at 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NcGhLcVqxf0

After viewing the commercial, I wonder what you might think about "going back" in order to find the way ahead.

Have a nice weekend everyone.

Peace.

P.S. The weekend is on its way and, for some, religious services may be on the itinerary.  If so, kindly say a prayer or have kind thoughts for our friends and classmates and their loved ones who may be experiencing health concerns or concerns of the heart.  Thank you all and, please also remember, be kind to yourselves.    

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Roaming Through Woody Guthrie's New York

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

In response to my last email, one of my Amherst College classmates sent the following response.  

Peace.

*****


Classmates,
You don't even have to have the time to view a video!

Here in New York, we knew all along about the any people who (famously or supposedly unknown-ly) lived in our City!  Despite being an Oklahoman, Woody was here half his life.
Just last Friday, the NYTimes published a long article about the story of Woody's life here, and specifically the places he frequented.  And the online posting of the story has got a dozen photographs, as well as (for you die-hard fans) a 10-minute video of two of his grandchildren sharing their stories and visiting the sites. 
Some of the more poignant and simply humbler details about his life, I hadn't known.  But it's all pretty cool:
[As a subscriber, I'm not aware of how and why non-subscribers might not be free to access the Times's webpages.  But I believe that, at least until the 7th day (this Friday the 26th), their content is free to read.  Possibly, it requires registering to do so.]

Woody Guthrie, New York City and Serendipity

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

As fate or coincidence would have it, I am home today recuperating from another too strenuous bout of umpiring and I happened to listen to a radio program on NPR called The Takeaway.  One of the segments on today's show happened to deal with Woody Guthrie and the little known fact that he wrote most of his songs while living in New York City including his famous This Land Is Your Land.  You can listen to the program yourself at

http://www.thetakeaway.org/story/woody-guthries-new-york-city/


After listening to the program, perhaps you too will be pleasantly surprised. However, perhaps even more intriguing is to read this email thread in conjunction with listening to program while pondering on the mysteries of coincidence and on the wonder of fate.

Peace.

Friday, September 19, 2014

The Roosevelts and This Land Is Your Land

Friday, September 19, 2014


Last night's episode of The Roosevelts focused on Franklin Roosevelt's first two terms in office.  What impressed me most about FDR and Eleanor Roosevelt from this episode was that these two children of privilege seemed to transcend the constraints of their class to not only empathize with the plight of the poor but to actually take action to correct it.  In stark contrast to their cousins, the children of TR, Franklin and Eleanor actually took to heart those who were less fortunate and with their heartfelt compassion demonstrated that they truly cared for the people as should we all.

As for the African American perspective, it was good to note the episode showed that the lynchings did continue during FDR's first two terms with little progress being made to abate them.  However, to FDR's credit, African Americans were brought into his administration in numbers that were unprecedented in American history.  And Eleanor and Franklin appeared to have had no qualms in inviting African Americans to dine with them at the White House.  Ultimately, FDR was the People's President, all of the Peoples President, in so many ways.

FDR's and Eleanor's remarkable ability to transcend the constraints of their class was well documented last night but earlier in the day, I came across an even more profound transcendence.  In reading, about the lynching that occurred in Okemah in 1911, I was intrigued by the fact that one of the leaders of the lynch mob was a reputed Ku Klux Klan member who happened to be a local landowner and sometime political wannabee.  This local landowner was undoubtedly a product of his class, and his times wherein black folks were not viewed as being quite human.  Thus, the lynching of a black woman and her child was not something to be ashamed of but rather something to be proud of as fulfilling one's civic duty. 

A little more than a year after the lynching of Laura and L. D. Nelson, this local landowner became the father of a baby boy.  Emulating his father, the boy became a racist.  However, he did not remain so.  After a series of personal tragedies, the boy began to change.  The boy came to transcend the constraints of his race and his class to become a People's Poet and Songwriter.  Indeed, in my own youth, I fondly remember first learning to sing his most famous song while in the fourth grade in elementary school in 1962-63 Glasgow Air Force Base, Montana.  You see, the boy who became the Favorite Son of Okemah, Oklahoma, happens to be Woody Guthrie and the song I learned to sing was This Land Is Your Land.

Your can read about This Land Is Your Land at 


However, I think we all can remember this:

This land is your land, this land is my land
From California to the New York Island
From the Redwood Forest to the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and me.
As I was walking that ribbon of highway
I saw above me that endless skyway
I saw below me that golden valley
This land was made for you and me.
I roamed and I rambled and I followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts
While all around me a voice was sounding
This land was made for you and me.
When the sun came shining, and I was strolling
And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling
A voice was chanting, As the fog was lifting,
This land was made for you and me.
This land is your land, this land is my land
From California to the New York Island
From the Redwood Forest to the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and me.

In addition to being the writer of This Land Is Your Land, Woody Guthrie is today credited as being the inspiration for such artists as Pete Seeger, Bob Dylan and Bruce Springsteen.  And in one of the more remarkable images of the twenty-first century the song by the Boy from Okemah, the child of a lynch mob racist, was sung by two of his disciples at the inauguration ceremonies for the first President of the United States who happens to be of African descent.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wnvCPQqQWds

It is an amazing world.  Please have a great weekend and enjoy it.

Peace.


Contrary to popular belief, Guthrie was not raised in poverty but was, in fact, the son of a middle-class real estate agent, Cray said. Woody's father, Charley Edward Guthrie, served as court clerk after moving his bride and children to Okemah in April 1907. Charley earned accolades from the local newspaper, which described him as a citizen of "irreproachable private life." 

Giving up his general store gig, Charley opted for a career in real estate, Cray said. Woody's father, a registered Democrat, began preaching against the evils of the Socialist Party and Eugene V. Debs. 

At the time of Oklahoma's birth, the agriculture and livestock industries tugged at the burgeoning state that had adopted the official motto of Labor omnia vincit (English translation: "Labor conquers all things"). Although southern Democrats controlled the first legislatures and Oklahoma's constitutional convention, the popularity of the Socialist Party increased among the poverty-stricken on the prairie. According to Cray, the state's Socialist Party grew until Oklahoma had the largest membership of any state in the union.

To combat this invading ideology ‹ and to keep the Socialists from taking away votes from Democratic presidential nominee Woodrow Wilson ‹ Charley fired several salvos. According to "Ramblin' Man," letters sent to the Okemah Ledger's editor circa 1911 included topics such as "Free Love the Fixed Aim of Socialism," "Socialism the Enemy of Christian Religion" and "Socialism Guards Secret Philosophy." 

A dozen days after Wilson earned the Democratic presidential nomination, Woodrow Wilson Guthrie was born to Charley and Nora Belle Guthrie on July 14, 1912. During that same year, Logsdon said an African-American activist recruited blacks to sell everything and travel by ship back to Liberia in an event dubbed the "Chief Sam Movement." African-American citizens camped in the all-black town of Boley in Okfuskee County. 

"Remember, in 1921 Tulsa had a huge race riot," Cray said. "It wasn't the blacks who were revolting; it was blacks who were victimized. And Woody used the word 'nigger' as a kid ‹ that was just standard fare. Now it wasn't a pejorative, really. Woody didn't see it, but there was a lynching in Boley. 

"I have no doubt that Woody grew up with this kind of background (of racism), and it's a tribute to him that he overcame it." Other diverse influences included Okemah being located on Creek Indian land. "Woody definitely changed directions because he was in a different atmosphere," Logsdon said. 

Something else was brewing on the prairie. Tenant farmers near Okfuskee County planned to storm Washington, D.C., to take back the government at a time when Socialists opposed World War I and encouraged resistance to the draft, according to Logsdon. During the summer of 1917, agitators responsible for rousing the "Green Corn Rebellion" in Oklahoma were influenced by a "strong strain of socialism," author O.A. Hilton wrote in "Chronicles of Oklahoma." 

In "Ramblin' Man," Cray chronicled this "last spasm of prairie radicalism" as a ragtag band of armed farmers that gathered south of Okemah for the implausible march. These protesters viewed World War I as a "rich man's war, poor man's fight."

During his father's failed bid for Oklahoma's corporation commissioner post, Cray said, young Woody learned "short speeches to say standing up in the wagon, cussing the Socialists, running the Republicans into the ground and bragging on the Democrats." 

"I certainly think that since Woody even helped his dad campaign for local office, that Woody was exposed to politics in a general sense," Cray said. "He realized that politics was sort of part of the lifeblood of any community.

"(Woody) was intensely optimistic. That's something he got from his father. And in a kind of perverse way, it led him to leave his father's yellow-dog Democrat voting to move leftward because it was the Left ‹ and being quite frank, the Communist Left mostly ‹ that was advocating the kind of things that Woody cared most about, such as race relations, equal or fair redistribution of income. These are things that were close to Woody. *They definitely weren't (Democratic ideals at that time). They had to push for it. It was this sense of optimism that led Woody to believe that things could be improved." 
***

THE LONG ROAD TO PEEKSKILL presents the story of Woody Guthrie’s personal transformation from a youthful Oklahoma racist to the ardent anti-racist champion who, along with many others, risked his life holding the line against American fascism during the notorious Peekskill riots of 1949.

Conventionally known for his championing of the poor white Dust Bowl migrants, Guthrie also left an extensive body of songs condemning Jim Crow segregation, lynching and race hatred. Most of these songs were never recorded, but they are the legacy of this remarkable journey that eventually brought Guthrie into the fellowship of Lead Belly, Josh White, Sonny Terry, Brownie McGhee and Paul Robeson.

The Long Road to Peekskill is both a harrowing and uplifting presentation, showing through the example of Woody Guthrie that racists are not born, but made - and that they can be unmade.

Roosevelt, the NAACP and Amber Valley

Thursday, September 18, 2014

In viewing The Roosevelts, I was quietly struck by the fact that TR's Presidency came to an end in 1909.  That year was notable because the America that TR left behind was not one that was kind and gentle to African Americans.  Indeed, before he left office, an organization was formed (the NAACP) to address some of the long simmering issues concerning the disenfranchisement of African Americans and the hostility that they faced.  You can read about the birth of the NAACP at

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/National_Association_for_the_Advancement_of_Colored_People

Along with the creation of the NAACP, 1909 also saw the beginning of another development that would become, for me, of great personal significance.  In 1909, the town of Amber Valley was founded by a group of African Americans in Alberta, Canada.  You can read about it at

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amber_Valley,_Alberta

This initial group of African Americans included my great great grandfather and the community they founded continues to this day.  The reason for the African Americans leaving TR's America for a hardscrabble existence on the Canadian plains can be summed up in one word - "Freedom".  These African Americans sought to be free from the discrimination that existed in 1909 America.



In 2009, I was fortunate enough to attend the 100th anniversary of the founding of Amber Valley and it was a beautiful experience.  All in all, what I observed confirmed that the pioneers of 1909 had made the right decision.  This confirmation was bolstered when, in conjunction with viewing The Roosevelts documentary, I read about the plague of lynchings that was prevalent in TR's America.  Granted TR spoke out against the lynchings, but the lynchings persisted never the less.  Indeed, one of the more gruesome lynchings occurred only two years later in Okemah, Oklahoma, a town that neighbors the all-black town of Boley, Oklahoma, where my mother was born. The lynching in Okemah was particularly upsetting because it involved the lynching of a woman and her teenage son.  Virtually the entire town of Okemah witnessed this gruesome spectacle.  Photos were taken and, for years, the photos were sent out on postcards as "souvenirs".   You can read about the lynching of Laura and L. D. Nelson at 


It is within the context of this atrocity, along with other injustices, that my perception of TR and his times is "colored".  In viewing The Roosevelts documentary, I find myself compelled to wonder where the perception of African Americans of The Roosevelts comes into play ... and whether it even matters.

Peace.  

The Man in the Arena


Wednesday, September 17, 2014


Four years ago, I was at a conference where I was asked to speak on what advice I would give if I were an adviser to the President of the United States.  At that time, the conference was being held around the time that we were celebrating the 20th anniversary of the release of Nelson Mandela from prison and Clint Eastwood, in one his more "politically correct" moves, had released the film Invictus, a movie about how Nelson Mandela had inspired the South African rugby team to win the 1995 Rugby World Cup that South Africa hosted. The name of the movie ostensibly comes from the poem that Mandela kept posted on his prison wall during his years of incarceration at Robben Island.  The poem Invictus reads:

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.   
***

William Ernest Henley's poem undoubtedly did inspire Nelson Mandela for many, many years.  And, in the context of the movie, it does seem to inspire the South African rugby team to an upset victory.  But truth be told, the poem Invictus was not involved at all.  No, the actual words of inspiration that powered the South African rugby team were not those of William Ernest Henley, but rather the words of Theodore Roosevelt and on that February day in 2010, I referenced the words of TR from a hundred years ago, as being the words of advice that I would give to the President of the United States, if such were to ever be.  And on this day, four and half years later, I offer them to you all now.

Peace,



                         
THE MAN IN THE ARENA
                                          Excerpt from the speech "Citizenship In A Republic"
                                          delivered at the Sorbonne, in Paris, France on 23 April, 1910 
                                          download PDF of complete speech 
It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat. 

Roosevelt and the Brownsville Affair


Tuesday, September 16, 2014

The second episode of The Roosevelts aired last night on PBS.  This episode highlighted the Presidency of Theodore Roosevelt.  He was a truly remarkable man who accomplished a great deal, but he did have his flaws.  One of the flaws concerned his actions in the Brownsville Affair.  As the documentary notes, TR was the first President to invite an African American (Booker T. Washington) to dinner at the White House.  The dinner engagement caused him great political grief and was not repeated during his Presidency.  However, the fact that TR had done so did raise some hopes within the African American community that TR would be a supporter of African American causes.  And indeed, TR was an outspoken critic of the wave of lynchings that were occurring during the early 1900s.  

These early acts of support by TR were later overshadowed by his shameful actions in the Brownsville Affair in which TR ordered the dishonorable discharge of 167 African American soldiers.  You can read about the incident at 

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brownsville_Affair

As noted in the documentary, what was particularly troubling is that some of these very same African American soldiers had been with TR in Cuba.  Indeed, one had even shared his rations with TR after one of the battles.  But TR gave no leeway to this fact, nor to the fact that six of the 167 were recipients of the Congressional Medal of Honor.  

TR's actions with regards to the Brownsville Affair were despicable and, as the documentary further notes, in his memoir, his actions in the Brownsville Affair are conspicuously absent.   

The third episode of The Roosevelts airs tonight.  Stay tuned.

Peace.

The Roosevelts: An Intimate History

September 12, 2014


Based on my post from yesterday, perhaps this latest offering from Ken Burns should be a "must-see" for all.

Peace.



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Thursday, September 11, 2014

Pershing, Roosevelt and the Tenth Cavalry

Today is a day to remember the nation's first responders and those in our military service who sacrifice so much in defending our country. In that regard, I would like to do something a bit unusual and highlight some of this nation's most honored defenders.  I would like to take this opportunity to highlight the careers of John J. Pershing, the highest ranking general in American history, -- the only General of the Armies to be so named during his lifetime; of Colonel Theodore Roosevelt; and of the Tenth Cavalry, the unit that played a important role in both of their careers.

Why Pershing?  Well, as this country was preparing to embark on yet another undefined war in a country it does not understand, I decided to pay my daughter a visit.  My daughter moved to the fine state of Montana in April of this year and, with her boyfriend, currently resides in the City of Havre, a municipality of some 9,000 souls that is situated on the "Hi-Line" of northern Montana.  Last Saturday was spent with my daughter and her boyfriend on a sentimental journey back to Glasgow Air Force Base during which I could reminisce about a couple of memorable years I spent there in the 1960s.  It was only after spending most of the day reflecting about my time on that outpost where the inhabitants were prepared to fly B-52s to the Soviet Union in the event of a nuclear confrontation that my daugther and her boyfriend deposited me at my Havre hotel with a couple of hours of daylight still to spare. Curious as to what the town might have to offer, I first ventured over to the Buffalo Jump, a cliff located a couple of blocks from the hotel where, a few hundred years ago, the native people would stampede the bison over the cliff and proceed to harvest the remains of the bison who did not survive. Unfortunately, it was after 4pm and the Buffalo Jump was closed.  So I then proceeded to my next destination the local golf course, the Beaver Creek Golf Course located two miles west of Havre on the "Hi-Line", Highway 2.  

The Golf Course was still open and the course operator explained that the 18 hole course was really a nine hole course with two sets of tees. On the second round of nine, the golfers would have a different experience by having to hit from the second set of tees that would be located behind the first set.  Interesting, but I did not have enough daylight for even a nine hole course and besides, as I experienced in Glasgow, it was still mosquito season and I was sans repellent.

Leaving the Beaver Creek Golf Course, my next stop was Fort Assinniboine, and it was at Fort Assinniboine that I became intrigued. Fort Assinniboine, is now a historic heritage site located about five miles south of Havre on Highway 87.  You can read about it at

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fort_Assinniboine


I arrived after the normal hours of operation but it was still light and I was still able to read the interpretative signs.  One explained that Fort Assinniboine was most famously the home of the Ninth and Tenth Cavalry -- the famed Buffalo Soldiers -- and that one of the commanders of the Tenth Cavalry (from 1895 to 1896) while at Fort Assinniboine was a First Lieutenant named John Pershing.  Knowing that Pershing was the commander of the American forces that fought in Europe during World War I and having heard that Pershing got his nickname "Black Jack"  ("N.... Jack" actually) from his time spent commanding the Buffalo Soldiers, I suddenly felt a connection to Havre that I had not expected to find.  

You can read about Pershing at

In reading about Pershing and the Tenth Cavalry, I was also struck by the fact that the relationship that Pershing forged with his troops at Fort Assinniboine enabled them to play such an instrumental role in the greatest day in the life of Theodore Roosevelt -- the day that Roosevelt and his Rough Riders charged up San Juan Hill.   Please see



Because of what happened on that day, Roosevelt became a national hero and Pershing's military star began to shine.  Indeed, quite probably because of the link the two men shared at San Juan Hill, Roosevelt, once he became President, became personally involved in promoting Pershing from captain to brigadier general and paving the way for Pershing's subsequent elevation to higher stars.

And yet, underneath all of the glory achieved by Roosevelt and Pershing lay the blood and toil of the Tenth Cavalry.  Those men are mostly forgotten now, but at least on one September day in 2014, while visiting Havre, Montana, I was compelled to remember them and to not forget.

And so, on this day of remembrance of those who most recently served, I also offer up a brief memory of those who also served so many years ago.

Peace.

P.S. You can read about Pershing's feelings about his time with the Tenth Cavalry at

Thursday, September 4, 2014

Words To Live By

Words To Live By

It's not how much you accomplish in life
that really counts,
but how much you give to others.

It's not how high you build your dreams
that makes a difference,
but how high your faith can climb.

It's not how many goals you reach,
but how many lives you touch.

It's not who you know that matters,
but who you are inside.

Believe in the impossible,
hold tight to the incredible,
and live each day to its fullest potential.

You can make a difference
in your world.


~ Rebecca Barlow Jordan ~