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.

 

 

Law

Summer                                                                 Park County Fair Moon

enver Court House Lobby
Denver Courthouse Lobby

All day yesterday two young men from Timberline Custom Painting power washed our two decks, the shed and the garage. They now look clean and bare, ready for the clear stain. The low humidity up here dries wood out, can crack and split it, so wood siding demands care just like a painted surface.

We got the bid back for the bathroom. Ouch. Need to get other bids, other ideas because the one we talked about with Bear Creek Design is more than it makes sense to spend. Part of the process.

The divorce and legal matters continue to roil up family life. Lawyers and courts and judges, decrees and orders. External power, again the state’s coercive authority, enters intimate areas, areas usually outside the pale of government interference. The capacity of the law to circumscribe behavior is chilling, inexorable when it comes down on you or ones you love. Yet, necessary. Common life, especially in a democracy, occurs among individuals with widely varying goals, ethical assumptions and moral positions. Conflict is inevitable and at times the conflict demands mediation, even arrest and imprisonment.

The law, made in assemblies of elected officials, too often reflects the biases and values of a majority, giving bare attention or actual suppression to those less well represented. Think sodomy laws, restrictive abortion regulations, voting measures like reading tests and i.d.’s, Native American reservations. The law is about power and like all things related to power subject to corruption.

 

Red Flag Warning

Summer                                                                     Park County Fair Moon

 

A red flag warning means that critical fire weather conditions
are either occurring now... .or will shortly. A combination of
strong winds... low relative humidity... and warm temperatures can
contribute to extreme fire behavior.

red flag warningAll that fire mitigation work makes sense when the weather services throw up a red flag warning as they have yesterday and today. Those of us who live up here know this is a price for living in the mountains, but that fact doesn’t mean we want to pay it. The dilemma is that we live in a desirable area, so folks from all over come up here to play, to be in the mountain wildernesses, to do research, to hang out, camp. The visitors are not as attuned to the dangers here, so that s’more or that can of beans or heating the water for coffee seems innocent. And it is, until it isn’t. One spark.

misty morning May 31

Jefferson County fire fighters closed westbound I-70 and Colorado 470 east (which connects to our nearest highway, 285) due to a grass fire on Hogback Ridge. Yesterday a truck lost some trash which flew in the air, contacted power lines, burst into flames and fell to the ground. So freak accidents, careless tourists or locals ignoring reality put us at risk.

A person reported a neighbor yesterday for burning stumps. He puts charcoal on them, lights it up, then covers the stump with a metal can. He was indignant when asked to put them out. What could possibly go wrong? In another instance folks moved into a new development near Bailey and spent the 4th and this last weekend setting off fireworks in their driveways. Geez, guys.

And, as friend Tom Crane knows, there’s always the possibility of a propane explosion. Cheery thought.

Anyhow our weather is like a femme fatale: gorgeous, sensuous, potentially murderous.

Among the Wild Flax

Summer                                                                  Park County Fair Moon

wild flax
wild flax

Conifer is big and diverse. I drove 20 minutes from home this morning to Reynolds Park, a Jefferson County Open Space Park. It’s still in Conifer, nestled in a canyon, filled with Ponderosa pines, creeks, forested hills and plenty of montane ecosystem plants.

The Native Plant Master class held there ran from 8:30 to 12:30, a long time in the heat. At least for me. By the time the morning was over I was hurting. That arthritic knee, right hip and lower back crying out for surcease. No more plants, please! Lay us down, right now. Frustrating because the information in this class is germane to our home on Black Mountain Drive.

We found the Harebell, a wild geranium, three different grasses including Timothy and Broomtail, keyed out a Ponderosa and an Aspen and a Rocky Mountain Maple. There were two members of the Sunflower family: Rudbeckia-the black eyed daisy and a flower with multiple white petals whose name I can’t recall. A native bee crawled into a Penstemon, gracilis, getting pollen on its back in the process, nototribic. We visited a wild Flax with delicate blue flowers.

Two more classes yet to go. Right now, I’m looking forward to the information but not the wandering pedagogy.

Getting Back To Work

Summer                                                                  Park County Fair Moon

ballgameSummer has come in full glory and I’m still not back to work. Getting frustrated with myself, need to get a discipline underway. Back to the work in the morning pattern that has seen me through several novels and lots of Ovid.

It is now a year and a day since my cancer surgery, a real spade turner in the soil of my psyche. Are my old goals still appropriate? Does the divorce and the engagement with Jon and the grandkids override them? Doesn’t feel that way. My ability to give correlates with the care I take of myself. Taking care of myself means continuing creative and scholarly tasks. That work plus exercise are central to my life and cannot be avoided without damaging my Self.

computerRight now the days float by. This meeting with Jon. That power washing of the solar array. Mow the fuel. Reorganize the loft. Work in the garage. Read the NYT. Keep up with the presidential campaign. All of these things are important, even necessary, but I’m doing them and not creating the daily discipline that longer projects require. I know how to do it. I have done it. But not now.

This morning I have my first class in a Native Plant class that focuses on the montane ecosystem, the one in which we live. It’s a start in the discipline. What I need is to protect my mornings again. Get up here in the loft, write a thousand words a day, translate at 5 verses of Ovid.

I need encouragement to get this routine started again.

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.

 

Mussar

Summer                                                               Parker County Fair Moon

Mussar. I mentioned it a while back. It’s an old spiritual discipline in the Jewish tradition. Rabbi Jamie teaches a class each Thursday at 1 pm and Kate, the new member of Congregation Beth Evergreen, and I went today.

The big takeaway from today’s session for me was about stimulus and response. Mussar, the Rabbi said, is about lengthening the time between stimulus and response. The longer we can wait between an external or internal event and our response to it, the more options we can choose. Each month mussar practice encourages the practitioner to take a different middot, or virtue, and concentrate on it. This is an emphasis on character as a religious matter. The longer time between striking the match and lighting the fuse, the better chance we have of living out a virtuous character.

This was familiar ground for me and it felt good. I’ve learned from many spiritual practices over the course of my life and mussar will be beneficial, too.

 

 

Vat Brewed

Summer                                                                     Park County Fair Moon

Following on the last post, this very futuristic, sci-fi idea. What else will be grown in vats using a chemputer?

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.””