Category Archives: Politics

Labor Day

Lugnasa                                                                 Garlic Planting Moon

The current awareness of the 1% and the 99% is due to the Occupy movement last year.  It is a useful division to recall on Labor Day.  Why?  Labor Day is a holiday that reaches out to the 99% of us that do not have inherited wealth, do not have elevators in our garages or fixed wing sail boats at our (non-existent) waterside property.

It puts a day on the calendar when we remember the value of labor unions, those democratically controlled voices of the 99% in organized industries and businesses.  Why are labor unions important?  In a contest of power between the 1% and the 99% who normally wins?  Yes.  If you don’t have money, you have to have people to have power.

(“Every cook should learn to govern – Lenin”)

Now, power is not necessary as long as you want other people to set your wage structures, to decide if you deserve health care insurance, to have the opportunity to fire you based on their whim.  If, however, you want a voice on these matters that directly effect you and your family then you need an organization that answers to you, not to the bosses.

Back in the 1950’s and 1960’s my hometown supplied workers to General Motors factories in nearby Anderson, Indiana.  Thanks to the UAW families headed by persons who did not graduate from high school had incomes sufficient to own homes, boats and take vacations.  They had health insurance adequate to remove health care from their list of worries.  They had grievance committees and union representatives who would stand with you in case of a dispute with a foreman.

Those days are gone, have been gone for a long while, but I remember them well because I grew up in those times.  The Mcjobs that many of the same people have to settle for provide minimal wages, few benefits and no protections.  We have seen the hollowing out of the middle class and especially the working class jobs, jobs where college was not a requirement.  Where hard work and honesty could result in a decent life.  Those jobs have become vanishingly few.

Who, General Motors, will buy your cars?  Who, Best Buy, will shop in your stores?  Who, Kitchen Aid, will buy your appliances?  Who will buy homes?  It is a sad and ironic truth that as capitalism pushes harder and harder for more productivity per worker, gains achieved often through robots and computer aided manufacturing processes, it loses the customers who drive America’s consumer economy.

If you’re an anti-union person, and many are, ask yourself whether you want a voice at work or not.  If you don’t, maintain your position.

In the Jungles of Northern Andover

Lugnasa                                                        Garlic Planting Moon

Living out here, in the wilds of exurban Andover is very peaceful.  Quiet, except for the neighbors who occasionally try out their motorcycles and dirt bikes on our street–not all that often.  Spacious, we have one hectare or 2.5 acres with woods, flower and vegetable beds and an orchard, plus a large reasonably useless yard.  Roomy, with rooms for Kate’s sewing and quilting, exercise, reading and for my writing and study.  Memories, we’ve been here 18 years and have many birthdays, Thanksgivings and holidays in our past plus visits from the kids and grandkids and all the dogs.

Yet peaceful has its limits.  When we met last night with all the Woolly wives and discussed books on a clear, comfortable evening, it was wonderful.  The buzz, the casual conversation, the different personalities.  People I’ve known for years, shared intimate parts of their lives.  That we don’t have out here.

I’ve never found my people in Anoka County, though I love it out here.  That’s partly because I’ve refused to give up my urban connections, working in politics for the Sierra Club, volunteering at the MIA, visiting museums, meeting with the Woollies.  It’s partly because I’m an introvert and starting over with new friends is tough for me.  It’s partly because my politics don’t have company here.

I suppose another way to look at this is that I have the best of both worlds, a peaceful refuge and cosmopolitan friends.  I’ll stick with that one for now.

 

 

 

Grrr. Ruffff.

Lugnasa                                                                   Hiroshima Moon

The Hiroshima Moon has begun to fade.  Next up will be the Garlic Planting Moon.  The Hiroshima Moon made me aware, the whole month, of Hiroshima and Nagasaki.  The insanity of nuclear weapons.  Then, the insanity of using them.  Then, the insanity of stockpiling them.  Now, the proliferation of nuclear states.  I think I’ll keep the Hiroshima Moon in my naming list, just for the reminder.  Never forget.

Vega and Rigel have a new hobby, digging under the orchard fence.  There are now six such attempts, two have achieved break through.  At one point this kind of thing amused me.  Me against the dog.  Human mind against canine.  Now it frustrates me.  A lot.

These two, sisters never separated since birth, act in unison.  Rigel digs, then she rests and Vega digs.  A hundred pound plus dog can move a hell of a lot of sand.  A lot.  Grrrr.  Ruffff.

 

To Eat or Not to Eat? That Is Not a Question.

Summer                                                     Hiroshima Moon

When they announced the demolition of the Bennigans at Riverdale Mall, it surprised me because it felt like the whole mall just arrived a year or so ago.  It surprised me, but I wasn’t sad, because the Bennigan’s menu had gone from interesting to boring over the last couple of years.

As a result, the imminent arrival of a Chick-fil-a to replace it intrigued me.  I’d never eaten in one of these deep south fried chicken sandwich places, but I looked forward to the opportunity.

Not now.  Now I plan to walk in when they open, tell them I live close by, that my wife and I eat out once a week or so, and that they will never get our business, in spite of the fact that I love chicken.  Bigotry has no place in our community.  None.  Just ask the Anoka-Hennepin School Board or the Anoka High School.

An Alternative View of the Trail to This Point

Summer                                                        Under the Lily Moon

So.  The Republican critique looks at the failing European states and the creaks and groans of our own economy and concludes that the culprit is the liberal welfare state.  Interesting.

Here’s what I appreciate about their analysis.  They have nailed a high level of angst;  the contagion exists in Europe and if we knew more of the mind of the average Chinese citizen, I imagine we’d find it there, too.  The Japanese perhaps have lived through the economic angst and become inured, but have had to add nuclear anxiety.  So, almost nobody’s good.

The demagogue is the political figure most apt to emerge in times of extreme angst.  I heard Rush Limbaugh yesterday screech on a clip played by NPR, “Why can’t we get justices who once we get them appointed do what we want them to do?”  Why indeed?  In a puppetocracy that would follow, perhaps, but in a representative democracy it had better not and on in a branch of government with lifetime appointments to allow freedom of thought and action such doing would violate the compact.  Though it happens all the time.

How you define is how you solve.  In that case, let’s take another look at the symptoms, Dr. Brooks, and see if our differential diagnosis might lead us to a different spot.

As I scan the US, my impression is that job loss, inability to get a first or new job and the longitude of current unemployment lie at the base of our collective fears.  I say collective for even those employed and adequately-cared for must worry about the health of a nation unable to optimally employ its citizens and worry even more if it finds itself unable to employ them even sub-optimally.

The slow moving and long running financial calamity that surfaced in 2008 had been building for years.  Financial institutions had depleted their capital reserves by increasingly lending and investing money in exotics; surprisingly, many of them backed by subprime mortgages created and bundled by banks and mortgage brokers.

At the same time, what I’ll call late stage capitalism had begun to fonder on one of its predicted icebergs.  That is, as productivity gains began to come increasingly from robotics and other computer assisted processes, the good jobs for the blue collar folk, the ones that had employed 98% of the people in my hometown of Alexandria, Indiana in post WW II America, began to disappear.

This process has been underway in a fashion felt at home (Alexandria) as early as 1974.  The insistence on union busting and the exportation not of goods and capital, but of jobs, reinforced and accelerated the trend.

These trends make good economic sense.  Reduce the cost of labor.  But, there’s a problem here.  What is the engine of the American economy?  The consumer.  That is, somebody like you or me who buys things.  If your job is now in China or Mexico or Thailand, you might find a job at a reduced wage, after all that’s the point of this exercise, but you won’t be able to stoke that engine nearly as well.

Then, imagine a large number of the folks negatively effected by those same smart economic moves saddled with unusual debt instruments known as subprime loans.  Can you see where this is heading?

If you accept that the financial institutions and corporate decision makers (all people now under the difficult to make sense of Citizens United ruling.), have done the things I have outlined above and that they have effected people in the manner I suggest, then you might go somewhere else for your solution than unburdening Gulliver.

The Gulliver I see has a smirk on his face since all the while he’s been held down by the chains of regulation, his ally Clever has sent his business overseas while concocting a way to suck the most out of the poor folks left at home.

If you find this line of analysis closer to your own, let’s look later in the week at how we might start to solve the very real anxiety here and abroad.

Hint:  one aspect of this solution would be removing health care from the list of things people have to worry about.

 

 

 

 

What Do Republicans Want?

Summer                                                             Under the Lily Moon

David Brooks, in a column titled What Republicans Think, says, “…many Republicans have now come to the conclusion that the welfare-state model is in its death throes.”  He quotes from a longer essay, “Our Age of Anxiety”, by Yuval Levin, published in the Weekly Standard.

“We have a sense that the economic order we knew in the second half of the 20th century may not be coming back at all — that we have entered a new era for which we have not been well prepared. … We are, rather, on the cusp of the fiscal and institutional collapse of our welfare state, which threatens not only the future of government finances but also the future of American capitalism.”

Brooks then goes on to say:

“To Republican eyes, the first phase of that collapse is playing out right now in Greece, Spain and Italy — cosseted economies, unmanageable debt, rising unemployment, falling living standards…

This is the source of Republican extremism: the conviction that the governing model is obsolete. It needs replacing.”

This is the first analysis from the Republican side I’ve seen that makes sense of the large disconnect so apparent in Congress and among American voters.  How you define is how you solve is an analytical tool I learned long ago and it applies here.

The Republicans smell blood in the water and are rising for a feeding frenzy.  That makes sense of the strangely apocalyptic and weird debt limit tangles between the House and the President; it makes sense of the Tea Party which wants, paradoxically, to shrink government and strengthen their social security and medicare.

We on the liberal/progressive side see this election, as we’ve seen most elections during my lifetime, as focused on adjusting the gears and levers of a system that more or less works.*

The Republicans see an economic Gulliver bound by the Lilliputian regulators, threads across its vast strong body, and stakes driven in the ground by statute to hold the threads taut and the vigorous giant in check.  If only they could rip off the bonds, they believe, then Gulliver would spring up and make all things new and profitable.

If this is the way you see the problem, the way you define it, then your solution is obvious, throw the bums out, take an axe made for your corporation (probably in China) and sever the cords.

There is another way to view our moment in history and I will discuss that in a later post.

*[Not true of the elections surrounding the Vietnam War. A New Left critique that wants broader economic democracy, a more socialist direction coupled with identity equality and more realistic immigration policies and universal health care, is the one I favor, but I don’t see the path to get there at this point in our history.  It is not hard to see that this is the polar opposite of the Republican vision. Perhaps this is the radical left’s moment for think tanks and analysis, building a theoretical base for a push later in the century when the failures of late stage capitalism’s blind climate change denial has brought the globe to its knees, panting.]

 

 

 

My Land or Our Land?

Summer                                                         Under the Lily Moon

Politics.  Lions and tigers and bears, oh my.

Analysis from odd arenas has caught my eye.  We’re all trying to figure out how to deal with the political and economic mess in which we find ourselves, so folks take looks down many avenues.

Three that have struck me.  First, EJ Dionne, columnist for the Washington Post, has written a book, Our Divided Political Heart.  I’ve got it and haven’t read it yet, but I know the principle thread of the argument.  We are both a communitarian nation committed to the public welfare and a libertarian one dedicated to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.  This makes sense to me since it shows we have a nation built on two different continents which split off from the European pangea of the Enlightenment.

Where do we inflect national policy and political will?  On the side of property rights, individual liberty or on This Land is Our Land, from California to the New York Islands?  Dionne, I believe, answers this question with a definitive yes.

And in so doing he follows an unlikely line of thought, that of multilevel selection in the field of evolutionary biology and championed by Edward O. Wilson, of Consilience and ants and several other books, fame.  Wilson suggests that human evolution reflects evolutionary pressures on behalf of the individual (the Selfish Gene idea), but that it also and equally, reflects the altruistic evolutionary thread that propels groups upward and onward through evolutionary time.

A third bit of analysis also caught my attention.  Gail Collins, a NYT columnist, wrote, in a column titled Running on Empty, that our current political struggle is between those who live in the empty places and those who live in the crowded places.

Our time reminds me, in a much milder form, of the Warring States period of early China, before the first true emperors who begin with the Qin dynasty.  It was in this desperate and violent period of Chinese civilization that the Tao Te Qing was written, Confucius lived, Han Fei,the legalist scholar most admired by the first emperor of the Qin dynasty.  Many, many other schools of thought emerged, all focused on how to bring order or peace to a people tired of conflict.

Somewhere in the creative ferment occasioned by those who want to bring order or peace or prosperity or justice to contemporary America will come at least a few visions for a future worth paying attention to.

In the next week I’m also going to comment on a very interesting David Brooks column, What Republicans Think.  Teaser.  He says Republicans believe the end of the liberal era is at hand and are not willing to compromise.

 

Hard to Imagine

Beltane                                                             Garlic Moon

Reading a novel right now called the Hundred Days.  A fictional rendering of Ceausescu’s last months in power it offers a picture of Bucharest in 1989. Grim doesn’t capture it.  A genuine horror show.

Example.  Queues.  People would line up for whatever was available, even if they didn’t need or want it.  Buying the shoes or bread or meat or alarm clock would allow you to barter on the black market for things you needed.  You could never count on any particular thing being there.

Other examples.  Rampant corruption.  Bribery for even basic care.  In a hospital.  Women charged after a miscarriage for damaging the integrity of the Romanian family.  Beyond understanding.

Now.  What’s really beyond understanding is that Mariana and Vasily, Nicoleta’s parents, lived through this.  I sat in their house, shared food with them with only a vague idea of what is, in fact, the very recent past.

Only a block from the Best Western hotel where I stayed was a Carrefours with plenty of food, produce, meats, cheeses.  Sounds like this kind of grocery would have been available only to those in the party elite.  In 1989.  Less than 23 years ago.

Over

Beltane                                                      Garlic Moon

Over.  The last Sierra Club legcom meeting, the end of the 2012 session, a wrap up meeting and evaluation.  Over.  My return to politics, which lasted a bit over four years.  Out because after the cruise I wanted to focus on work only I could do.  That means, to me, bee keeping, garden tending, novel writing, Ovid translating and reimagining faith.

A combination of sadness and exhilaration.  Sadness because a time with good people, working on important matters, in an arena I have loved all of my life has passed for now.  Yes, a choice, a personal choice, yet, still a loss and some grief.  Exhilaration. I have made a choice and decided to guide my life in a particular direction.  That’s a positive.

Now we’ll see if the things I mentioned above and the work at the MIA is enough to hold my life together.  I think it is, probably more than enough, but more than enough in a way that will give me some synergy.

The Sierra Club work, no matter how good, involved drawing my attention away from the novel, from the Latin, from the garden and the bees.  Both the distance and the time commitments had begun to chafe.  It’s time for someone else to step up and time for me to step back.

The Sunnier Side

Beltane                                         Garlic Moon

OK. I may have tilted toward the darker side in the post below.  It’s here, all right, and dominant in much of what I’ve personally experienced of Romania this week.

However.  If this were a movie, the weather would have started rainy and cool, which it did.  We might say, the Romania I reported on in the post below.  Then, as the week went on, the rain would lift until a pleasant, sunny, mild day ended the visit.

The Romania which I saw, for example, as I took a walk around the hotel’s block.  There apartment buildings of modest heights, 3-6 stories, hide behind vine covered fences, a small pocket park has a shady place for children from the Mikos child care center.  Two backyards (all the backyards) have well-tended plantings and fountains.

A couple sat on their balcony four floors up, smoking, drinking morning coffee.  And, of course, there are homeless people on the streets and under the bridges of Minneapolis and St. Paul.

There is, too, the land, a beautiful land with mountains, picturesque villages, good train service and a friendly population.  And Bucharest has many, many trees and beautiful parks, wide streets and a safe feel so often not present in US cities.

This is a country, I believe, that awaits its vision of itself as a free people.  I can imagine one though.  It roots in millennia of settled history, linking this land to the greatest of early Western civilizations, Greek and Roman and makes the remains of those two a vital aspect of a new future.

The difficult period after the fall of Rome adds great texture to current Romania as Mongols, Magyars, Russian and Turks fought back and forth over this rich land at the nexus of so many ambitions. Those eras, though painful, also enliven a sense of Romania as a place desired by many; many who contributed cultural legacy to the present, like the Saxons around Brasov, the Slavs on the coastal regions of the Black Seas and the Hungarians in northwestern Romania.

The 19th and early 20th century had some stirrings of a free Romania, then world war II came and after that the fall of the iron curtain.

Now there is a country just waking up in its own home, a home with a past, and now one with a future.  I hope this is just the first visit for me.  Nicoleta’s brother and his wife have a baby on the way, naming ceremony in October.