American patriots took great glee in watching the statue of King George III come down in New York City in 1776. More recently we’ve watched as Saddam Hussein fell in Baghdad a few years ago. Since 1989, lots of statues of Soviet leaders have been demolished. Poland, for example, is dumping a lot of Russian monuments to the liberating armies from Moscow during World War II. That isn’t making the Russians happy. And now the important leaders of the Confederacy are being removed. It just proves that sometimes you are up and at other times you are down.
There is a lot of anger whenever a former icon is removed from public ground. In our own country there are many who feel that getting rid of Jefferson Davis, P.T. Beauregard, and Robert E. Lee is an affront to a valued southern heritage. Maybe they have forgotten that about 350,000 Union soldiers died during the four year struggle to get rid of the rebel leadership. They were traitors after all. The Confederacy stood for slavery and class division built by and for a planter aristocracy. Abraham Lincoln saw the great struggle of the 19th century as a test whether this country would be built on the sin of slavery or the promise of freedom. The statues of Confederate leaders rose in city squares and in town parks across the South about 30 years after the war ended. They symbolized a desire by the white population to preserve the memory of the noble “lost cause.” For black citizens, the statues, rising ever so high on their columns and bases, were a message in stone that white supremacy had not ended with the war. Reconstruction did not bring equality and the era of Jim Crow began. Over a century later the statues remained in place. Now they are finally coming down.
I can buy the argument by some southerners that the statues represent a part of their heritage. There is no denying that. But what should not be happening is that these symbols, including Confederate flags, continue to be desplayed on public ground. They are an affront to minority citizens who live and work near them. Frankly they are also an affront to the descendents of those who fought to preserve the Union. If the Sons and Daughters of the Confederacy want to preserve their Civil War heritage, they can create museums on private property so that they can be visited and appreciated by those that revere that part of our history. In the meantime, the statues need to go.
Our president is off on the initial leg of his first foreign policy trip. It is interesting that Mr. Trump will be visiting Saudi Arabia first, perhaps the most unsavory — and I’ll add, untrustworthy ally that the United States presently has in the entire world. Turkey, under the increasingly authoritarian rule of President Recep Erdogan, is rapidly headed in the same direction.
So let’s look at our staunch “ally” Saudi Arabia. It is not a democracy, but instead a theocratic monarchy headed by King Salman Abdulaziz Al Saud. Under the rule of the House of Saud, women are treated as property. They cannot leave their houses unescorted. They cannot drive. They have no choice in who they marry. Education is limited and the possibility of an independent economic life is zero. Saudi Arabia produced 19 of the twenty airplane terrorists who killed over 3,000 Americans on September 11, 2001. Osama bin Laden was a Saudi. If you were around in 1973, you will remember when OPEC, led by Saudi Arabia, caused long gas lines in America by stopping oil exports as a way of exacting concessions from the U.S. government. There is no religious freedom in Sunni Saudi Arabia. Wahhabism is the dominant strain of Islam in the country. It believes in a strict interpretation of the Koran. In the past, Saudis have exported and financed this radical form of Islam to countries that become centers for Islamic terrorists. That support continues today. In Saudi Arabia there are periodic be-headings of law breakers, done publicly so as to impress citizens as to the severity of any kind of dissent. People forget that the House of Saud was allied with Nazi Germany during World War II. They’ve never recognized Israel’s right to exist and they continue to obstruct efforts to bring an end to the Palestinian refugee problem, claiming that it’s all Israel’s fault.
So Mr. Trump will be kissing the hem of King Abdulaziz’s traditional thaus tunic just to let him know how much we love his country and value it as a supporter of U.S. policy in the region. It doesn’t hurt that Saudi Arabia wants to purchase over $100 billion dollars of military equipment from us. That just a side benefit of doing business with this “ally.” If you wonder why we do this dance with a country that has it own agenda, it’s not about oil. That used to be the excuse. Now it’s about Iran. Both the United States and Saudi Arabia fear Shiite Iran’s growing influence in the region. The official line is that we need them as much as they need us. It’s the old “The enemy of my enemy is my friend,” idea. It’s really nonsense. We never should have gotten in bed with the Saudis. We’ve gained nothing and Saudi Arabia continues to perpetuate its authoritarian rule that limits human rights. You would think that Mr. Trump would recognize this. But perhaps he does and really doesn’t disapprove of the Saudi system of government all that much anyway. Sad.
The name of John Peter Zenger is one of history’s footnotes. As the owner and publisher of the New York Weekly Journal in colonial New York, Zenger openly criticized the royal governor and his administration for corrupt practices. To silence Zenger, the governor instituted a libel case against him. The year was 1734. The jury returned a verdict of not guilty, establishing a principle of American democracy wherein the press is free to print whatever it wants – even if it isn’t true. That principle was enshrined in the First Amendment to the U.S. Constitution which guarantees freedom of the press. It has become part of the checks and balances in our democracy. In a case in 1974, the Supreme Court ruled that “Under the First Amendment there is no such thing as a false idea. However pernicious an opinion may seem we depend for its correction not on the conscience of judges and juries but on the competition of other ideas.”
The above quote gets to the heart of the current topic of “fake news” and the media. When we watch CNN or Fox news we should know that there is an agenda being pushed by each outlet. Same with the New York Times and the Wall Street Journal. The interpretation of “facts” is largely a measure of that agenda and consumers should recognize that. The key is to be aware of how the news is being spun and to be able to counter ideas with the “competition of other ideas.”
The greatest danger, in my view, is when the media is portrayed as “an enemy of the people.” This kind of charge is really the first step toward an authoritarian non-democratic system. Remember that in all dictatorships, the first target is control of the media. State-run news outlets are common in countries where there is little political and personal freedom. Without an independent media one of the pillars of our checks and balances system is lost. While not a part of government, the press has been rightly called the “Fourth Estate.” This reference to the French Revolution is appropriate in that the press assumes the role of watchdog over the other three groupings (the head of state, the legislative assembly, and the people themselves.)
Attacks on the press have accelerated around the world. Almost 200 investigative journalists were killed last year because they were doing the job they were supposed to do. And that was to get at the truth. Just because consumers don’t like or agree with what the press finds, it is not an excuse to demonize the media. Read widely. Know the positions of the media outlet that you favor. Recognize the bias. And if you don’t like what the news is reporting, combat that reporting with competing ideas.
Today, if we are lucky enough to still have our mothers with us, we celebrate their role in our lives with them. If they’ve passed on, we take the time to remember them. In reflecting on Mother’s Day, I can say that I actually had three mothers. As unusual as that sounds initially, I suspect that many will connect with my willingness to credit other non-biological “mothers” as having profound influence on my life.
My mother was a professional women in a time when most women were managing the household. That was the default role of married women more than a half century ago. She was actually the breadwinner in our house and because she commuted to work, leaving the house early and arriving in time for supper, I really didn’t see much of her. There was no going home from school at noon to have her there with lunch ready. No after school cookies either. She didn’t read me a story at bedtime. My mother wasn’t into the PTA or the cub scouts like other moms of kids I grew up with. She never cooked a meal. That was my father’s job. She expected me to always do what was right and to never embarrass her. To say that I had a pretty strict regimen to follow is an understatement. For my mother a grade of “B” in any school subject was never good enough. “You can do better,” she would say when I brought my report cards home. She instilled in me a discipline and a sense of responsibility that has served me well in life. I believe that in her own way, she loved me but I was never really sure.
My mother had two sisters and they supplemented her guidance, providing me with real love and direction. The younger sister was my Godmother and it was she that I always went to when I wanted to discuss personal issues. She had no children of her own but she understood kids. I could bring up just about anything with her. She answered my questions without judgment letting me know that she understood why I often had conflicted feelings about things in my life. She was a sympathetic sounding board and a wise counsel when I was very young and it continued as I matured into a husband and a father.
My mother’s other sister was older. A very simple woman without much education, she was the one who showed me complete and unfailing love. As a young child, I spent more time with her than I did with my mother. She treated me like her own son. In college, I lived with her for more than a year as I commuted to school. I never heard her say a bad word about anyone. Later, when I had my children, she was the one who gave them just as much loving attention as she had given me. They loved her as much as I did. She was indeed special.
So I think it is possible to have more than one mother. I know I had three. And I know that I am the beneficiary of things that I gained from each one of them. All three contributed to who I am and I remember them today for that.
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I spent the morning at Upper Cape Technical High School as a volunteer for the Credit for Life program sponsored by the Cape Cod Five Cents Savings Bank. This is my 4th time doing this and each time I come away very impressed with the character of the students who participate. The program sets a goal of showing soon-to-be college students that will be entering the workaday world, the reality of costs related to living on one’s own. Each student states what he/she plan to do for a career. With that, they are given an approximate monthly income and must figure out a budget as to how they will make ends meet. The students visit a number of stations including housing, insurance, transportation, clothing, utilities, furniture, luxury purchases, etc. and they make choices as to how they will spend their income without exceeding what is coming in. At each station volunteers point out the pluses and minuses of their choices. It is pointed out how too much credit debt can bring a myriad of problems. There were credit counselors supplied by the bank that took each student’s credit expenditure and multiplied it by an interest rate to show what they would owe the lender each month. A number of students realized they had to cut back on some things to make payments on what they had previously figured they could afford.
In my case, I was a volunteer in what was called the “Luxury” option. My job was to have the students select an appropriate communications device that will further their job and personal requirements. (actually, I didn’t think that was really an option and more a necessity in this day’s world,) but they could choose a basic Iphone plan or one with a lot of bells and whistles. Also they had to consider how much each month for personal grooming – haircuts, shampoos, pedicures, etc. (A number of students were in the cosmetology field and they said they would room together and do each other’s hair to save money!! I had to laugh at that.) We still made them budget a minimum amount for grooming. What would they spend for entertainment made them think. And finally, would they have enough left over to think about a vacation. Often, by the time the students got to me, and after they had figured how to pay for necessities, they realized that the real cost of living on their own precluded the option of a high-priced vacation. Most ended up choosing a low-cost Netflix package that would let them stay home at night and watch a movie.
It was a really good reality check for these students to realize that making the right choices will be the key to guarantee that they won’t be back living with Mom and Dad sometime in the near future.
I’m one who does a lot of crossword puzzles. I’ve read that watching Jeopardy and doing crosswords can keep the brain active. Hopefully there is some truth in that. I don’t try the difficult puzzles. No New York Times crosswords for me. I prefer the easy ones. One thing I’ve noticed in doing the easier solving puzzles is that a whole bunch of names of people from the past are used to form the words. Some are rather obscure and would otherwise be forgotten. But it does seem that once in a crossword puzzle, a person — even if for one brief shining moment, becomes immortal. They live forever in 29 down.
Take for example, a three letter word that describes a Gershwin brother (Ira) or a four letter word that asks for “Turner from Hollywood,” (Lana.) Certainly these individuals were big personalirties in their time but that was so long ago that I doubt that most Americans would know who they are today. Here’s another one. “Actress Gardner” –three letters (Ava.) And a four letter one connected to “movie star Hayworth,” (Rita.) How about “musical King Cole” three letters, (Nat.) Or Gabor of “Green Acres?” — three letters, (Eva.) Another, “Eisenhower’s nickname” three letters, “Ike.) Or “comedy King”– four letters (Alan.)
You can tell right away that from the selections I’m probably not challenging my brain all that much. And I’ll plead guilty. I like success. But I do think it’s all relative because last summer on a camping trip my 14 year old grandson picked up one of my easy crossword puzzles and, after working on it for a half hour, he told me that he thought it was really hard.