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Yule                                                                          Stock Show Moon

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The High Country News  is excellent progressive journalism about the West. I discovered it not long after moving to Colorado and read it cover to cover every time it comes. At HCN.org there is a link to a compilation of articles HCN has published over the years about the sagebrush rebellion.

I’m currently reading through those articles plus articles I’ve collected at various news outlets. The sagebrush rebellion, I’ve decided, is going to be my entré into the dynamics of the New West. As I read and learn, I plan to report here on my new, adopted region.

The West is simpler than the Midwest. Its regional status is newer, really only coming into its own in the mid to late 19th century as native peoples were pushed out and East coast railroad and mining magnates moved in. It is, too, a region built on exploitation, first of the native population, then of resources.

This point is interesting in regards to the sagebrush rebellion which has fixated on the government as the main tyrant. Any cursory reading of Western history would point to railroads and mining companies, then other East and Left coast financiers, corporate boards and offices located outside the region, as the true tyrants here. This is still the case in many ways .

The overlay from that relatively recent past makes Westerners sensitive to control of any kind that bypasses locals. The birdwatching militia occupying Malheur are a symptom of that acuity, acting on the feeling of outside interference, with no sense of nuance about either the history of government lands or the real villains who have their hands on the throat of the West.

More to come.

 

 

 

Stock Show Weather

Yule                                                                                 New (Stock Show) Moon

The Denver metro has Stock Show weather. Stock Show weather is cold as opposed to snowy, not surprising since the Stock Show runs the three weeks after the first week of the New Year.

We got 5 or 6 inches of snow overnight. The next few nights will be in the single digits or low double digits, cold by Colorado standards. Just getting cool by Minnesota’s. It rarely gets chilly here, that is well below zero, though it does happen. Still, as I told Greg, my Latin tutor, this morning, I wouldn’t care to visit Minnesota during a chilly period. Not anymore.

A couple of weeks ago Greg gave me an assignment. Match my English translation against other English translations, then figure out where and why we differ. This means I’m moving closer to the sort of translating I sought when I began this long journey. In order to proceed honestly I still have to translate the Latin first, then check others. This way I don’t engage in cheating, making my translation fit someone else’s interpretation. But, done in the proper sequence this method allows me to begin polishing my language, getting beyond a more literal translation to a more literary one.

Getting back to regular, that is daily, Latin work has been frustratingly slow. I’ve allowed holidays and illness to intrude. Understandable, not helpful. After this morning’s session though, I have a feeling I’m back at it. Greg said I did very well with the material I prepared. That means, when we sight read the Latin, I easily and accurately translated what I had put through the English translation match.

With my workouts somewhat regular now, illness and holidays again, it feels as if I’m returning to the productive rhythm I had in Minnesota. Now I need to add writing on a novel and/or the reimagining book. Working out, Latin and creative writing are the three legs to my stool, each necessary in their own way.

The art will come along, too.

A Bird Sanctuary? Come on.

Yule                                                                            Christmas Moon

 

Malheur   National Wildlife Refuge | Oregon

People and wildlife have been drawn to the resources of this oasis of wetlands in the high desert of Oregon for thousands of years. With over 320 bird species Malheur is a mecca for birdwatchers.

 

Birdwatchers?

The militia (sic) occupying the bird sanctuary. My solution? Cordon them off, leave them alone. Arrest them when they come out. Invoke laws focused on terrorist acts on American soil. Try them. Lock’em up.

As to the inciting cause. Geez, guys and gals in the federal judiciary. Don’t let somebody out, then say, oops, we need more of your time. That’s cold. No matter what the crime. Also, makes you look like the gub’ment. That makes us all look bad. A bit of understanding would have stopped this incident before it began.

Sage Brush Rebellion. Revoke their grazing permits and other land use permits for federal land. Arrest them for all violations of state and federal law. Prosecute. Jail or fine. Repeat as necessary.

However. When both the protesters and the government act like the Three Stooges, maybe it would be best to call NBC, declare all of this reality tv and make a little money. Vote them off the bird sanctuary. That sort of thing.

A new westerner’s two cents on this silly issue of our time.

Sad

Samhain                                                                       Thanksgiving Moon

Routine disrupted. My loft computer is now downstairs where I can hook it up to the internet. On Monday I have a serious computer service company coming out to create a wi-fi or hardwire setup. Calmed down after I made a decision to get it done once, then forget about it. My problem is that I obsess about these things until they get taken care of. If I’m trying and failing to fix things, then I keep obsessing. Tiring.

Sad about guns, about the killing, about terrorism, about the obtuse beliefs of NRA fanatics, about climate change deniers, about the too slow pace of change toward a sustainable future. Angry, too. Yes, angry. In the past sadness and anger have pushed me into political work. Got started when I was a freshman in high school and found the school itself a barrier to learning.

Today, though, I find myself on the sidelines watching a circus where the acrobats miss the trapeze, where the fire eater gets consumed by his element, where the animals smash the cages and trample the crowd. The world has once again sunk into madness.

Yes, the world is always mad. War began thousands of years ago. Slavery, too. People without power did terrible, unthinkable things to break free. So, in a way, the diagnosis of madness, of chaos and insanity, is a tautology. The world is. The world is mad.

It’s also true that any one action, any one person, even any political movement has little chance of creating change systemic enough to bring sanity. Yet, as Margaret Mead said, “Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world; indeed, it’s the only thing that ever has.” It might be this action, this person, maybe you. It might be this political movement, this one you choose to support.

Where am I going here? What I want to say is that the only way to avoid despair is to choose to act in some way. I won’t be on the sidelines much longer, the projects of our making this home ours will finish and I’ll find somebody to team up with. Somebody to shake a fist with. To make what strangled sort of cry we can. Fatalism just doesn’t work for me. Might be about the third phase and our lives in it.

Enough, Enough, Enough

Samhain                                                                              Thanksgiving Moon

This week’s Colorado shooting. Yes, he’s a terrorist. Yes, a black man in a similar situation would most likely be dead. Yes, he lived in the middle of South Park, the huge high plain only 50 miles here. Yes, his home was a trailer without sewer, running water or electricity. Yes, he was from South Carolina.

No, mental illness is not the problem. All but a handful of persons with mental illness, myself included (Generalized anxiety disorder), do not pick up guns and shoot people. No, Planned Parenthood is not the problem. The escalation of the rhetorical war in the so-called pro-life movement is a contributor. No, religious belief is not the problem. The absurd use of religious belief to justify already existing biases and hatred is so clearly a problem: ISIS, al-qaeda, Jim Jones, mongers of all apocalypses.

This is the second mass shooting in Colorado Springs in the last few weeks. In the first incident the eventual shooter was seen walking the streets carrying a loaded rifle and other weapons. When police were called, they said they could do nothing. Open carry is the law in Colorado.

I’ll say again. Let’s put the NRA on the list of those providing support to terrorists. Let’s emphasize the well-regulated part of the second amendment.

I also like making gun ownership applications similar to getting a driver’s license and, like driver’s licenses, make owning a gun a privilege not a right. I also like making gun ownership application processes equivalent to the most rabid right wingers dreams for vetting women wanting abortions.

And, let me say too: Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh. Enough, enough, enough.

Despair and Fear

Samhain                                                                    Thanksgiving Moon

Despair and fear crown the pronouncements of GOP candidates about ISIS. Watch mosques. Don’t let in any refugees. Make all Muslims wear an identifying marker. Yes, it’s easy from the left to see these notions as simply stupid, xenophobic canards, but they mean more than that.

At least I think they do. When I listen, I hear people who fear for the stability of their lives. People whose current situation seems so fragile that difference could make it shatter. The economy has consistently displaced the working class, leaving with them no job options that can support a family.

Veterans come home from fighting our misadventures in the Middle East, veterans whose personal origins are most likely working class or even lower on the socioeconomic scale, and find no work. The hawks who wanted them to stave off the coming tide of this group or that group want more money for defense but not for the defenders, especially the defenders now out in the work world after their military duty is over.

The flag wavers, the stars and bars loyalists, signal not so much love of country, but fear of missed or fading opportunity. We’ve created a unique, even Alice down the rabbit hole world where those whose lives are being ruined by the oligarchic 1% pin the blame on people fleeing the very same radical terrorists they want to eliminate.

It’s easy for a Ben Carson or a Donald Trump or a Ted Cruz to ignite the flame of discontent among these Americans. The lesson for those of us not taken in by these poseurs is that the anguish in this country is real. Life in the U.S. has been tainted by decades of war, by trickle up economics, by blindness to the history of this almost 100% immigrant nation.

These dark currents in our common life will not find resolution soon. We (the left) need to convince the Trump, Carson, Cruz voters that we do in fact care as much about them as we do about the Syrian refugees and the struggles of just folks in the Middle East. This sounds like a subtle difference, but it’s not. There is no choice, either us or them. No, we must use that very word, we, to include Americans and victims of terrorists worldwide. Life does not present us with only one option or the other. We can choose both.

And we must.

 

The Cold War

Mabon                                                                 Moon of the First Snow

The cold war. Hard to imagine explaining this to someone who didn’t experience it.

That Sputnik, for example, was not just or even primarily a first satellite in space, but instead a dire political statement of the advanced Soviet state.

That there was an iron curtain that separated eastern Europe from western Europe, a series of checkpoints and border controls that kept folks in as much as it kept folks out.

That the possible advance of communism became a convenient tool for paranoid patriots, just as muslim terror is today. That once the Soviet Union strode across the world as China has begun to do today.

That Kremlinology referred to the arcane practice of reading the intentions of the politburo from esoteric sources like economic reports, propaganda, and spy gathered intelligence. That the wave of spy movies and books had their roots in the post-WW II struggle between the advocates of communism and those of capitalism (not democracy).

That we put missile silos in the prairie and mountain states of Colorado, Arizona, Wyoming, South Dakota, North Dakota, Nebraska, and Montana seeding the earth with the most poisonous and powerful weapons ever imagined. That we did it to create a balance of terror which was seen as rational policy. And, even stranger, that it seemed to work.

Movies like Dr. Strangelove, Fail Safe, On the Beach gave creative expression to the unspeakable angst of a world living under the threat of annihilation, not from an exploding sun, not from climate catastrophe, but from decisions made by politicians. This angst, symbolized by the odd notion of fall-out shelters, is perhaps the most difficult aspect of the cold war to convey. It created an atmosphere in which children feared the future and adults worked with an atomic cloud not far from their consciousness.

A great deal has been done in popular literature and media  to explain Hitler and the nazis, the holocaust; but, there is little comparable work around the cold war. This is a mistake and one those of us who lived through it are responsible for rectifying. Why a mistake? Because at an emotional level it is so close in tone to the Bush/Osama Bin Laden created fear of terrorism. The cold war shows the ultimate futility and extraordinary cost of using fear as a primary definer for foreign policy. And, we are already far down the same road in our so-called war on terror.

Coming Together. Thinking Back.

Mabon                                                                    Moon of the First Snow

getting ready for the picture

The 50th high school reunion. Friend Tom Crane sent me an article by a historian who graduated from Hopkins High School in 1964. Tom’s sister was in that class and he was in the class of 1966 which has its 50th next year.

John H. Johnson, a U.S. historian who teaches a class every year at Northern Iowa University on recent American history, saw several themes of the recent past reflected in his class. Overwhelmingly white. So was mine, just look at the picture. Located in a well-to-do suburb of Minneapolis. Mine, a small town of 5,000, mostly factory workers, about 60 miles east of Indianapolis.

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Like Tom and Johnson’s classes, my class of 1965 had little direct experience with the politics of the early 1960’s with the exception of the strong UAW presence in town. The latter meant that fundamental economic/political issues like fair wages, good benefits and retirement packages got attention.

Alexandria, Indiana’s class of 1965 came before the rise of Betty Friedan and Gloria Steinem feminism and unlike Johnson’s classmates its women did not go on to break glass ceilings. Most married, had children. Some worked, of course. A few, a handful, went on to college and developed careers, but they were the exceptions. Alexandria was a town where many parents had not graduated from high school; or, if they had, the high school diploma was a terminal degree. Also unlike the Hopkins experience.

the edge of town, Alexandria

There was, as Johnson described, a historical rift between male classmates who had served in Vietnam and those who fought against the war, but unlike the Hopkins instance the vast majority of military age men went into the service and most saw active duty in Vietnam. As far as I know, I was the only visible anti-Vietnam war protester in my class. We did not, as Johnson talks about happening at his reunion, discuss the war and its stateside opponents.

There was, though, the exchange of concern among myself and many of my Vietnam Vet classmates over my recent bout with prostate cancer. And, I did say at the reunion that I believed our presence there together showed the futility and stupidity of America’s currently polarized politics. We cared about each other because we knew each other from childhood, our politics did not interfere with that sense of community.

I imagine there’s a good book to be written about early baby boomer’s 50th reunions. They represent the coming together of people who were both together before the 1960’s turned U.S. history on its head and who left high school to become agents of that very change.

 

Let Sad Make You Mad

Mabon                                                                            Elk Rut Moon

I got a disturbing call in the early 1980’s. Could I do a funeral for a young woman whose marriage I had performed on the West Bank in Minneapolis not two years before? Of course. How did she die?

Two boys playing in an alley had a rifle. It went off. The .22 bullet was so spent by the time it reached where she stood on the balcony of her apartment that it couldn’t penetrate the back of her coveralls. But it had enough power to stop her heart.

At the funeral we decided that the only way to make sense of her death was to push for gun control. And we did. We lobbied the Minneapolis city council, talked to Minnesota legislators. I don’t remember how long we kept at it, but in the end we failed. Just like gun control advocates all across this country.

I think it’s time three things happened: 1. The NRA gets put on the terrorist watch list as an enabler of domestic terrorism. 2. The second amendment gets recognized as the gun control amendment that it is. 3. Gunmakers, gun controlled lawmakers, local gun use advocates get the shame and the blame each time a shooting occurs, mass or otherwise.

Here are graphics that you might have seen elsewhere, but they’re worth seeing again. If you want to dig a little more into the numbers, go to this website: mass shooting tracker.

gun deaths vs terrorism deathsmass shootings graphic

Labor Unions

Lughnasa                                                                    Labor Day Moon

When a worker with a high school education, maybe less, gets hired by an international corporation, the imbalance of power is obvious. It may be less obvious, but no less true if that new employee is a college graduate. What is the imbalance of power? It is the individual against the collected wealth and authority structure of corporate America.

When a Procter & Gamble or Ford or General Electric decides to take action against an individual unless that individual has a union on their side, they will not get a fair hearing. Even if corporate structures were not captive to greed and oligarchic interests, which they are, the imbalance of power would still exist. With greed and class placed on the fulcrum as well, an individual is powerless.

When an individual in the employee of a large corporation wants a raise, better health benefits, improved vacation leave, their opportunity to win the conversation comes at the bargaining table, negotiating from collective power rather than depending on the kindness of middle management.

Labor Day celebrates both workers and their unions. As a child, the UAW (United Auto Workers) made a huge impression on me. The parents of my friends were members of the UAW. More than once I saw them, through their union, fight General Motors, Chrysler, Ford and win. Many, perhaps most, of these parents were recent immigrants from the hills of Arkansas, Mississippi, Tennessee, Kentucky. Most had less than a high school education, but they earned middle class wages with good health care, retirement packages, vacation and sick leave. I saw first hand the benefits of union membership.

Decades later I’m still convinced of the power and necessity of unions. Support them, if you can. Goodwill is not enough.