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The Politics of the Crips and the Bloods

Lugnasa                                                                     Superior Wolf Moon

Not sure if it’s wishful thinking on my part, but it appears that Trump has begun, finally, to self destruct. A normal politician, no matter how he felt about the Khan’s, would recognize that his approach to this Gold Star family is destructive to his own chances to win the election. At that point some face saving (read hypocritical) story would be concocted, trotted out at a press conference or two, then the issue would be ignored. But, not candidate Trump.

Nope, he bullies right along, his thin skin rent, his dignity in tatters because (in his opinion) of the nasty Muslims who attacked his honor. This is the politics of the Crips and the Bloods where being dissed is rationale for a drive-by shooting, in Trump’s case a drive-by mouthing.

Jon’s back to work today, going over to Centennial for breakfast at his principal’s house, then out to visit a few students in their homes.

Kate’s meeting Penny Bond, her long time friend and financial advisor, for lunch. Penny comes to Denver once a year to see an old Stanford friend.

 

 

 

A Most Profound Election

Summer                                                                 Park County Fair Moon

Right now I’m watching the polls, reading analysts, following stories of both campaigns. A political junkie since age 5, this is by far the strangest, the most bizarre Presidential election I’ve ever seen. It may also be one of the most profound.

Not for the candidates. Hardly. Hillary does not represent my politics, nor my vision of the Democratic party. I don’t find her untrustworthy so much as I do unlikable and too centrist. I will vote for her and happily though. Not because she’s not the Donald (sorry about the double negative), but because a Democrat in the Whitehouse is better than a Republican.

Trump represents a worrying trend in contemporary politics: the strong man, the anti-politician, the glib hand, the one whose supposed virtue is in having no political track record. Then there’s the not small matter of his character. He’s a blowhard, a know nothing, petty and mean. Aaaccchhh!

Why profound then, if not for the candidates? Because this election season has laid bare so many fundamentals of our polity, so many fundamentals that have lain unaddressed under Republican and Democrats alike. Wealth and wage inequality of a dimension unseen in decades. The shrinking middle class. The erosion of working class jobs, an erosion so severe that their jobs often no longer exist. The fear of white, uneducated men and women about their economic future. The awful rat-a-tat-tat of violence of all kinds, done by guns of all kinds, by homegrown terrorists, cops, angry African-Americans, garden variety punks and thugs. The still strong pressure to hold women out of real power. The role of immigrants in this land filled by immigrants.

These are not our only issues, but they are ones so stubborn, so apparently intractable that they have been ignored or stalemated. It may be morning in America, but the sunlight isn’t hitting every home. Many people remain in the shadows, their lives contracted and miserable.

As in medicine, if you can’t diagnose a problem, then you’ll have real difficulty trying to solve it. This election, by boiling these issues to the top, and, paradoxically, by handing us two candidates ill suited to the times, underlines the critical importance of the electorate as problem solvers. Now that we’ve seen the fractures in our common bond, we can begin to hunt for solutions and for politicians who can help us implement them.

The Silly Season Turned Mad

Summer                                                                           Park County Fair Moon

What’s going on out there in this silly season turned mad?

Scared, angry white folks. Siding with the Donald. Promises have been made to them. Promises of rising tides and jobs if only the unions and the regulators would get out of the way. If only the death tax and the onerous corporate taxes and the capital gains taxes were lowered or eliminated, then capital would rejuvenate the economy. Unleash the entrepreneurs, unshackle the men of Wall Street. Return public lands to the states. (they weren’t the state’s to begin with, but, hey, what’s a fact in this election year?)

The Donald has revealed the lie behind these ideas. A Glass-Steagall freed banking system drove us all to the brink of ruin, set back wage growth for the middle and working classes, crashed the savings vehicles of those about to retire. The tax breaks for the wealthy have served to enrich the 1%, not tune up the engine of capitalism.

The gloom unveiled in the Trumpet blast as he received the GOP nomination reflects the fears of those whose unearned privilege has eroded. And fast. The racist and nativist elements of the Donald’s civil war with the very elite of which he is a part are wrong and must be battled by every decent American, Republican or Democrat. But. The woes of the white middle and working classes are real. They cannot be explained away or discounted because those subject to them hang on to myths about their origins.

African-Americans, whose promissory note cannot find a decent bill collector, see their children shot, jailed. Their communities are often without investment, services. Each African-American, no matter their level of achievement, is at risk on the street or on the highways. Every day. They have been promised much and had so little delivered. And even that must taste like ashes in their mouths. The dead cannot be lifted up by affirmative action.

Latinos have similar problems today, though the root of their life here in the U.S. is different. They are largely voluntary immigrants, forced out of their countries by lack of economic opportunity. Their numbers are increasing and the full weight of their cultural influence on the U.S. is not yet felt. Many Latinos are here without documents and many of those are children born in this country. Their lives are unpredictable because our government cannot solve the problem of their futures.

Native Americans continue in their struggle to overcome the Indian Wars, sequestration on reservations, Indian Schools run by the BIA. The direst poverty in this land of opportunity exists on the res.

LBGT folk have made progress, real progress, but the recent legislation in North Carolina about transgender bathroom use demonstrates the often thin veneer of hope that progress offers.

Women still get paid less for equal work. Women still are vulnerable to the male gaze and the male sense of privilege over their bodies. Yes means yes. No means no. Yes, a woman may sit in the oval office for the first time, but it’s not enough and it seems very, very late.

My point is that the major political parties have had decades to resolve these fundamental problems of our democracy and they have failed. There are legitimate grievances felt by a majority of the total U.S. population. Where are the statesmen and stateswomen who can rise above party and find workable answer? The Donald is too childish, too self-congratulatory, too ill-informed to do more than give voice. Though that contribution should not be diminished. The next-up Clinton has ideas, but her personality and her character make her unlikely to be the healer, the unifier, the move us forward person we need.

What we may have in this mad season is a loud, chaotic revelation about the need for a functioning government. Perhaps it is not this election. Perhaps it is the next one that will produce candidates alive not only to the problems of our nation, but to the need for solutions that bind us together rather than pull us apart.

The Cause

Summer                                                                     Park County Fair Moon

My brother asked, “What do you think is the cause for the recent turmoil in the U.S.?”

We used a promissory note to build our early republic. Its collateral was the freedom of African men and women captured and brought to the New World as forced labor. Slavery. The transaction made economic sense. The winding together of these two, slavery and economic advantage, created a long rope of unearned privilege, unearned wealth. This rope supported, and, to our everlasting shame, continues to support a bridge, a suspension bridge, whose terminus is Edina, the Upper East Side, Nantucket, Orange County, Cherry Hill, Jackson Hole, Vail, Aspen, the Gold Coast, Hyde Park.

As in the Monty Python movie the Holy Grail, there is a bridge keeper, one who lets only certain people cross from the realm of the ordinary to the realm of the moneyed, the elite, the one percent. The first question he asks is, “What color is your skin?” The second, “Where did you go to school?” The third, “Who is your family?” If you answer, give the wrong answer, you immediately fly away from the bridge back to the ordinary place from you which you came. Read the recent novel Sport of Kings if you want a literary explanation.

The turmoil so painfully evident right now is but one instance of an attempt to collect on the promissory note, but the debt collectors have little power and those who cross the bridge are far away from them. Affirmative action, reparations, integration, voting rights, model cities, all of them attempts to change the bridge keeper’s questions, have altered, to a modest extent, the foot traffic on the bridge. But only for a very, very few.

 

Not Quite Yet

Summer                                                                   Park County Fair Moon

“We’re in grave danger”

“The lineup of speakers presented a United States in danger, threatened from abroad and from within, a once-proud nation on the very brink of chaos and dystopia.” NYT, GOP Convention, Day 1

rain over black mountain
rain over black mountain

My post about Mutual Homicide might give you the impression that I agree with this analysis of the immediate future. Nope. Standard and Poor’s and the DOW have both reached record highs in the last couple of days. There are signs that the climate change movement has begun to get traction. The Cubs are winning. Von Miller finally signed with the Broncos. US demographics portend an increasingly diverse nation, with contributions from many cultures strengthening our common life. We’ve just had two full terms of an African-American president and are probably near our first woman president. LGBT rights have increased as has an understanding of transgender individuals. Women have entered more and more careers, have more real power. We are not spiraling into the earth. Not yet.

My mutual homicide conclusion, a dark one, possibly too dark, comes not from the near term, but from a very long term view of the way we humans are acting. We have in place an economic system that does not account for externals, the costs to the public good of private profit seeking. This fact, by itself, is enough to explain the dire distant future I imagine. When the engines of our ingenuity (to borrow the title of an NPR feature) rely on diminishing natural resources and cost-free toxification of the air, the land and our water, then economic advance (like the records for the DOW and Standard and Poor’s) is really a blinking red light. A stop sign. But together we choose, over and over again, to run the light imagining that there is no truck marked CO2 concentration barreling through the intersection.

Can we agree to change course? In theory, yes. In practice, with the state of anarchy that exists among nation-states, it will be very difficult. We need not just one but many statesmen and stateswomen to move into leadership. And unfortunately this is not the trend around the world. No, the world has begun to move toward more and more nativist politics. The Han chinese. The Hindu nationalists. Brexit. The increasing strength of far-right parties in Europe, especially Austria, France and Germany. Donald Trump.

I know, after writing this and the mutual homicide post, that I owe you all a strategy, a path to a future where we do learn to live sustainably on our planet. I’m thinking. I’m thinking.

Mutual Homicide

Summer                                                                         Park County Fair Moon

Up here on Mt. Ararat, aka Shadow Mountain, our small ark has come to rest. Or at least so it seems at times. The rising waters of hate, fear, violence, guns, neglect lap, muddy and turgid, not far below. We keep sending the dove of peace out from the ship. It quickly returns, finding nowhere to rest in a world rent by pain. Doves can read the headlines.

Under the headlines a friend faces death from lung cancer. Jon and Jen fight. The wildfire season is underway on the Front Range, a Russian roulette moment until the rains return. The Trumpet blasts ignorance and xenophobia.

Yet. The lodgepoles blanketed us with their yellow pollen. I watched bees, native and honey, crawl in and out of pale blue Penstemon. Stacked and neatly trimmed lenticular clouds form over Black Mountain, Mt. Evans. Cub Creek and Bear Creek and Deer Creek carry water stored higher in the mountains by late winter snows, feeding trout and willows along the way to the Gulf of Mexico. The mule deer and elk come to our yard for grass and other small plants, show up on Black Mountain Drive as we drive home from dinner. A great horned owl flies above the pines, hunting for prey.

All this human turmoil happens as the Great Wheel turns, as it turned long before humans emerged from the evolutionary struggle and as it will turn long after our mean spirit has scrubbed us from the planet. We may live on beyond this wonder, this earth, but our fate here seems one of mutual homicide. Could we only take the lesson of the Great Wheel and learn to live with our kind as part of rather than against each other and the natural world.

 

 

 

A Poisonous Vine

Summer                                                                    Park County Fair Moon

Some pundits are asking, “Is this 1968?” Luckily, I can answer that question. No!

Easy way to tell? It’s 2016. That’s almost 50 years since Bobby and Martin were killed. A lot of conservatism under the bridge since then. Nixon and Reagan and G. and G.W. Even, it could be argued, Bill C. That river of economic purity and social reaction, never clear, has rendered public conversation opaque. Barack Obama had the misfortune of serving his two terms with largely Republican Congresses. This forced him, somewhat like Bill Clinton, to govern with a millstone.

That millstone, a public weight pressed from the grit of ground up Tea Partiers, Moral Majoritarians, the Christian Right, rebel flag wavers and just plain angry old white folks, is now slung around the American electorate as a whole. And it’s pulling us down, making us read each new Trumpet blast with slackjawed despair. This may be the moment that the millstone finally proves too heavy and sinks us all.

Or, it could change the balance of power in Congress. May that be so.

This time, this 2016 time, this third millennium time, has come after the old days have passed away. The second millennium, a thousand years of Western history, has been written and shelved.

The connection between the times is the unsolved problem of what some call America’s original sin. Our racist history, born in the middle passage, and steadied by the demise of reconstruction, will not disappear. There is no “color-blind” world waiting on the other side of the Edmund Pettus bridge. My own sense is that our original sin was capitalism, the economic system that made cheap, cheap labor appear desirable. In slavery we bound racism and capitalism together, a poisonous vine connecting 2016 to 1968 to the Klan governors and senators, to Jim Crow and the Civil war, to the 3/5ths compromise.

Each time we try to pull ourselves away from that history just grasping the kudzu of capitalist reinforced racism sickens us as a nation. Why? Because we try to fix issues rooted in white racism without fixing economic injustice rooted in American capitalism. This original sin demands a redemptive price no politician will ever be willing to pay. Salvation in this instance is an illusion until we can find a way to uproot both of these evils.

 

 

True That

Summer                                                                    Park County Fair Moon

Imagine if you were African-American looking back at American history. First, enslavement and its horrors. Then, the Civil War. At last, free at last. But wait. Reconstruction torpedoed by Andrew Johnson, Jim Crow laws speed through the country, returning and enforcing segregation. Lynching and the Klan. The rise of the Klan in the 1920’s, then the Great Depression, falling, as these catastrophes do, harder on the poor, many African-American. The wars, in which African-American soldiers could die, but not lead. A shining moment, the time of Martin Luther King. Selma. Washington. Birmingham. The Civil Rights Act. The Voting Rights Act. Affirmative Action. Their gutting over the last few years. The steady pop, pop, pop of police shootings. Death and maiming.

How would you view our common culture? Would you feel safe? As I went about my Friday, whenever I saw an African-American in downtown Denver, I wondered what they were feeling in the aftermath of Falcon Heights, Minnesota and Dallas. There was a young African-American girl lying in a chalk outline of a human body, a protester in Minnesota. Her sign said, Will I be next? How do we unravel this knotted skein in the tapestry of our nation’s history?

Fixing climate change, a very difficult challenge, only makes sense if the world we save is one we all want for our home. If you want peace, work for justice. True that.

Losing the Mandate of Heaven

Summer                                                            Parker County Fair Moon

Outside a Denver Court House - A plea for jury nullification
Outside a Denver Court House – A plea for jury nullification

Dallas. Sniper shootings of police officers. With definite links to Minnesota. A downward spiral, a non-virtuous circle. Shootings begetting shootings. In effect now open warfare. I feel sad, mad. Guns, damn it. Guns. I’ve cited the statistics. They’re easily available and they show the peculiar American fascination with violence and firearms. We are outliers from a norm we should yearn to embrace.

A fragile link exists between public support and government sanctioned coercion. We give our military the right to blow things up and kill people. We give our legal system the right to imprison law breakers. We define the laws, through our legislators and city council members. We give our police guns and allow them to take people out of the common life to incarceration. But when the use of these coercive powers becomes suspect to the people at large then a social upheaval can result.

The American Revolution and the Civil War were both fought by combatants convinced that the current regime’s coercive powers had slipped well beyond the legitimate. In China the Emperor ruled by the mandate of heaven. If the people lost faith in their emperor, he lost the mandate of heaven and rebellion ensued.

fuck cops 2The compact between US police forces and the communities they’re sworn to protect has become frayed. The use of coercive force, especially deadly force, against members of African-American communities has become a steady drumbeat, a staccato loud enough to chip away faith in police powers. When the tactical use of violence continues without cease, and when the proportion of minority American prisoners continues to increase, then the criminal justice system may lose, may have already lost among the minority communities, the mandate of heaven. When that happens, rebellion will follow.

And, to add a match to the gasoline, the shooter in Dallas died at the pincers of a robot, pincers holding a bomb. This is too much like a domestic drone attack. Too impersonal. Too callous. It is the very opposite of the kind of response required. The fear, justified in my opinion, is that the police no longer view African-Americans as citizens, perhaps not even as people. Using robots reinforces both the depersonalization of citizen/police encounters and the fear of that depersonalization already so evident in our country.

 

Indiana Proud

Sign situated directly across the street from where I saw a Klansman recruiting in the mid 1960's.
Sign situated directly across the street from where I saw a Klansman recruiting in the mid 1960’s.

Summer                                                          Park County Fair Moon

Indiana is indiscernible from a Southern state. If it walks like the Klan and burns crosses like the Klan, then…

from the Indianapolis Star

Sheridan, Indiana

“Don Christy doesn’t care what you think about his parade float. To him, the words “Lying African” in front of a depiction of President Barack Obama was funny.

Many, however, are questioning the town officials, police and organizers who allowed the 73-year-old Christy to drive the display in Monday’s Fourth of July parade in Sheridan, a rural community of 2,900 in northern Hamilton County, north of Indianapolis.

“I’m not a Democrat. I’m not a Republican,” Christy told IndyStar. “I’m a patriot.”

Christy wore a prison jumpsuit and a blond wig while driving a golf cart in the parade. The cart’s roof displayed signs in support of presumptive Republican presidential nominee Donald Trump. On the front was the head of a stuffed animal with a sign reading “African Lion.” On the back, a doll with an Obama mask was propped in a toilet with a sign reading “Lying African.””