Author, Lecturer, Ethicist

"Rage, rage against the dying of the light . . ."

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It seems that with each day’s - each hour’s? - headline, breaking news or revelation, the world we live in becomes increasingly - maddeningly - incomprehensible; one providing far more question marks than exclamation points. Indeed, as Macbeth moaned at news of his wife’s death “. . . all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death . . . It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing” (Macbeth Act 5, Scene 5, lines 17-28).  One simply cannot wallow in any darker, more shadowy passion.  I deeply apologize for beginning this essay in such a tenebrous manner . . . especially in light of the fact that it is being crafted just hours before the nation’s 244th birthday . . . when history and hot dogs are  supposed to be consumed beneath “the rockets’ red glare.”  But these are different days; our country, our world, has become demented with pandemic, with spineless dishonesty, rudderlessness of epic proportion and a noxious need to blame others for nearly anything we cannot abide.

Here in the United States we seem to be moving ever faster and farther into our opposing corners. In one corner we have the overt violence of racists, white supremacists, “boogaloo bois” and the conspirators of “QAnon” calling for a second Civil War; in the other, groups and individuals urging a coming together of people of different colors and backgrounds . . . of a  revival of e pluribus unum (the nation’s motto given to us by Benjamin Franklin . . . Latin for  “Out of many comes one”). To be honest, historically, America has long had its contentious factions: Federalists v. Whigs; slave-owners v. abolitionists; blue-bloods v. immigrants; Democrats v. Republicans. The big difference, it seems to me is that today, there are simply far, far more forms of mass (“social”) media putting our differences under the glare of far far too many terawatts.

As I started blocking out this essay a line from the late Welsh poet Dylan Thomas (1914-1953) came to mind. It comes from a poem he wrote in 1947 (when he was 33 years old) entitled Do not go gentle into that good night. (It was not published until 1951.) This, his masterpiece, was described in part by one critic as “. . . a rapturous ode to the unassailable tenacity of the human spirit.” Written shortly after his beloved father died, Thomas’ villanelle reads, in part:  

Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

It has always been a favorite of mine.  And more importantly, the verse about “raging against the dying of the light” has long been a watchword for me - especially when it comes to politics.  I have long been of the opinion that like boxing, politics has become less and less of an art form and more and more a type of mortal combat. The further on in time we get, the more seems to be at stake - and not just in terms of ideology.  Our elected officials - from city council to county commission to Congress and ultimately the White House is, except in increasingly rare cases, the purview of the the wealthy . . . those who pay for the campaigns and, when all is said and done, make victory possible. They are the ones who play the tune and set the metronomes; they are the ones to whom oh so many politicians must do the bidding.  As rich as he claims to be, ‘45 is still a puppet, a cats-paw of those who, even while despising him, find him to be both malleable and useful.  So far as I can tell, Boss Tweet serves precisely two masters: those who make contributions to his campaigns, and his own vaunted sense of self . . . much of which is fueled by dire insecurity.  And this is where Dylan Thomas comes back in to the essay.

Statistically, it is obvious that a majority - slim though it may truly be - of the American public is increasingly on to the many larcenous, libidinous and flat out lying tropes of the nation’s 45th president and his “acting” staff of underlings.  Yes, there are certainly those who will gladly follow him to the very gates of Hell, believing their portals to be overlaid with gems and not hydrofluoric acid.  They are the ones who don’t seem to have a problem supporting a lewd, crude dude just so long as he is the antithesis of his predecessor. But ultimately they are wrong; they have been fooled . . . perhaps willingly, perhaps not.  They are, to reemploy Secretary Clinton’s difficult term, "deplorables.”   These are the ones, both in government and standing out on the streets sans masks and brandishing the signs and weapons of self-created victimhood, who reject  the wisdom of science and lessons of experts; who have their eyes avariciously focused on today at the expense of our many tomorrows; and are world-class champs in the game of blame. Left to their own devices the skies have become perceptively darker and more dangerous; our union is in peril.

It is up to those of us who seek a more perfect union, who are both embarrassed and humiliated by the manchild of 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue who has deluded himself into believing he speaks in our name to the rest of the world to send him packing; to "rage against the dying of the light.”   

Please, please, I beg you a thousand times over.  You must vote.  Qvetching (that’s Yiddish for “bellyaching”) is obviously not enough. You must send in your vote-by-mail, absentee ballot or even brave the same-day ballot box, and vote out both ‘45 and all those Republicans who support him. Don’t simply delete all those emails from various candidates begging for a few campaign dollars here, a few campaign dollars there.  Not only must he be defeated; he must be overwhelmingly defeated.  For if Joe Biden only wins in a squeaker, there is every reason to believe that ‘45 will declare the final tally to be fraudulent and then, like the conspiracy dreamed up by novelist Phillip Roth in his haunting 2004 novel The Plot Against America refuse to leave the White House.  Just yesterday, former Colorado Senator Tim Wirth published an ominous op-ed in Newsweek suggesting that ‘45 and his political strategists might already have a plot in mind to keep their boss from having to cede his position . . . through a combination of voter  suppression, the purging of voter rolls (especially in urban centers with higher percentages of minority voters) and fiddling around with precisely how the Electoral College does its work.  Assuming the worst, the only possible way to defeat this plot . . . as stated above . . . is to defeat Boss Tweet by a historically “yuge” margin.

If we are going to succeed at bringing back the sun, we must not “. . . go gentle into that good night,” but rather “Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”

It’s our nation, our world, our future to conquer and to preserve.

There are precisely 122 days left until November 3, 2020.

Copyright©2020 Kurt F. Stone

Copyright©1951 Dylan Thomas

 

Sinclair Lewis & Robert Penn Warren Were Dead On About Donald Trump . . . Just Ask Huey Long

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Shortly after his September 10, 1935 assassination at the hands of Dr. Carl Weiss, Louisiana Governor/Senator Huey Long’s final work (and second biography), My First Days in the White House was published by The Telegraph Press. Unlike his best-selling autobiography Every Man a King, My First Days in the White House is more of a novella (barely 100 pages) in which “The Kingfish” (as he was commonly known) outlines both his presidential platform and precisely who he would name to his Cabinet. In many regards, Long comes off as a Socialist. The main thrust of his presidency would be his “Share the Wealth” program, which called for higher taxes on the wealthy (which would provide every American with a guaranteed annual income of $5,000.00), universal healthcare, and increased spending on public works, education and old-age pensions. His favorite slogan was, as the title of his autobiography proclaimed, “Everyman a King!”

Long was the kind of politician Americans either loved or hated. The poor and downtrodden loved him for his populist progressivism; the middle-class and wealthy abhorred him for the autocratic means by which he sought to get what he wanted. In his 1935 novel It Can’t Happen Here, novelist Sinclair Lewis used Long as the model for Senator Berzelius "Buzz" Windrip, a charismatic and power-hungry politician who wins the  1936 presidential election on a populist platform, promising to restore the country to prosperity and greatness, and promises each citizen $5,000 a year.  Once elected, he rapidly outlaws dissent, incarcerates political enemies in concentration camps, and trains and arms a paramilitary force called the Minute Men. They terrorize citizens and enforce the policies of Windrip and his "corporatist” regime. 11 years later (1946), Pulitzer-prize winning poet and novelist Robert Penn Warren turned the Kingfish into Willie Stark, the lead character in All the King’s Men. In this novel, Willie, like Huey, is a small-town southern lawyer who, starting out as a man-of-the-people populist, climbs the political ladder, eventually becoming the dictatorial governor of his state, backed by his own military. Like Long, Stark is assassinated by a doctor, who in turn is killed on the spot by the governor’s bodyguards. In passing, it should also be noted that the 1953 film A Lion Is in the Streets, adapted from Adria Locke Langley’s 1946 novel, starring James Cagney as the Huey Long-like southern populist politician Hank Martin, who was also based on the Kingfish.

To date, there have been more biographies, novels and movies based on Huey Long than any other Louisianan. He captures our attention because of his audacity, the adoration showered upon him by the little guy, his dangerous turn towards autocracy and the fact that he came the closest to being America’s first dictator. Sinclair Lewis, Robert Penn Warren and Adria Locke Langley all understood just how dangerous the man and his movement was . . . and how much divisiveness some politicians can foist upon the nation.

In many regards, Donald J. Trump shares both character strengths and flaws with the Kingfish . . . and his literary doppelgängers. Both are self-centered egotists whose personal insecurity makes them more fearful of losing than hopeful of winning. Both share a type of charisma which is alluring to many, and repellant to many more. Unlike Donald Trump, Huey Long - and Willie Stark and Hank Martin - are well disciplined and, for the most part, manage to stay on message most of the time.

Not so ‘45.

This point was forcefully brought home in a recent interview in which Fox entertainer - and Trump favorite - Sean Hannity threw a nerf ball question 45’s way. Here’s the transcript of both Hannity’s question and Trump’s response:

Hannity: If you hear in 131 days from now at some point in the night or early morning, ‘We can now project Donald J. Trump has been reelected the 45th President of the United States’ - let’s talk. What’s at stake in this election as you compare and contrast, and what are your top priority items for a second term?

Trump: Well, one of the things that will be equally great: you know, the word experience is still good. I always say talent is more important than experience. I’ve always said that. But the word experience is a very important word. It’s a very important meaning. I never did this before. I never slept over in Washington. I was in Washington I think 17 times, all of a sudden I’m President of the United States, you know the story. I’m riding down Pennsylvania Avenue with our First Lady and I say, ‘This is great.’ But I don’t know very many people in Washington, it wasn’t my thing. I was from Manhattan, from New York. Now I know everybody. And I have great people in my administration. You make some mistakes, like you know an idiot like Bolton, all he wanted to do is drop bombs on everybody. You don’t have to drop bombs on everybody. You don’t have to kill people.

We can see that when asked what his top priorities items were for a second term, Trump did not articulate a single one. Instead, he offered a stream-of-consciousness narrative about the importance of the word “experience,” explained how he hadn’t spent much time in Washington prior to becoming president, and derided John Bolton (his former National Security Advisor, who had just published an embarrassing book about his experiences in the Trump administration) as an “idiot.”

Compare this to Huey Long, who even before he announced his candidacy for the 1936 Democratic presidential nomination, published a novella in which he clearly laid out what his priorities would be, what direction he wished to lead the nation, how he would deal with the rest of the world, and who his advisers would be. (Of course, Long never got the chance to declare his candidacy; he was already dead). Audaciously (and perhaps somewhat tongue-in-cheek) Long named General Smedley Butler his Secretary of War, former President Franklin D. Roosevelt his Secretary of the Navy, former President Herbert Hoover his Secretary of Commerce, and Isolationist Idaho Senator William Borah his Secretary of State.

One wonders who will be the first novelist/satirist or screenwriter to turn Donald Trump into a fictional character.  It seems reasonable that that character definitely will not be a poor southern good-ole-boy like Willie Stark, nor a New England everyman like Buzz Windrip.  And unlike Huey Long, he will definitely not be an avowed enemy of Wall Street and the hyper wealthy.  Whoever that fictional character will be, one thing is certain: he will, incongruously, have the devotion of middle America - what Nixon and now Trump refer to as the “Silent Majority,” and Buzz Windrip as “The Forgotten Men.”  It will remain for future historians to figure out just how it was that a lying, larcenous, immoral supposed multi-billionaire could earn the undying allegiance of the undereducated, the hyper-religious and the believers in conspiracy.

We conclude with a fascinating - and highly entertaining - YouTube clip from Trevor Noah’s “The Daily Show.”  Ladies and Gentlemen: Meet the new  “Silent Majority.”  

127 days until November 3, 2020.

Copyright©2020 Kurt F. Stone






Benjamin Franklin's Bagatelle on Farting

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I’ve been on a Ben Franklin jag these past several weeks. Why? Because, unlike just about any American who ever lived (save, perhaps Thomas Jefferson) he was the quintessential American; sui generis to the max. Unlike Jefferson, who was born into both wealth and family position, Franklin was a totally self-made man. Like Jefferson, Franklin’s list of accomplishments is both broadly breathtaking and totally inspired. For in addition to being one of this country’s most famous and beloved Founders, he was his era’s best-known scientist, the founder of America’s first lending library, the American Philosophical Society and the University of Pennsylvania. Like Jefferson, his writings comprise dozens upon dozens of books, the most famous of which, the multi-volumed Poor Richard’s Almanac and The Autobiography of Benjamin Franklin are both still in print. Unlike the relatively somber Jefferson, Franklin was a first-class satirist who wrote his bagatelles under such pen names as Silence Dogood, Harry Meanwell, Alice Addertongue, (“Poor Richard”) Saunders, and Timothy Turnstone.

Jefferson was a thoroughgoing aristocrat; Franklin a wonderfully talented every man from next door.  Both  Franklin and Jefferson enjoyed a good meal accompanied by a vintage bottle of Madeira.  Both maintained close friendships with younger women and corresponded with hundreds of accomplished people; of the two, Franklin was a far better chess player and Jefferson the far more talented musician.  Both were genius-level diplomats, although Jefferson was easily the greater  linguist (and speller) of the two. Perhaps the one thing that has always made Franklin so compelling - at least for me - was his fabulous sense of humor - something Jefferson never truly possessed.

In our present era when seriousness and self-aggrandizement are endemic in political and public life, Franklin’s easy modesty and - at times - silly satiric pose, is welcome tonic, to say the least.  Keeping this in mind, I am delighted to present  one of the strangest, least-known and self-abasing satires in the Franklin literary corpus.  This one, a brief bagatelle (a literary trifle) written in c. 1781 when Franklin was living abroad serving as American Ambassador to France, is variously titled "Fart Proudly," "A Letter to a Royal Academy about farting,” and "To the Royal Academy of Farting." (The word fart, by the way likely comes from the olde English feortan which means “to break wind.” Franklin likely first came across the term while reading The Milleres Tale, the third of Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales [c.1390] where he would have found But sooth to seyn, he was somdel squaymous Of farting, and of speche daungerous. meaning, “But it is true to say that he was rather squeamish about farting and fastidious in his speech.”)

For the first decade of its existence, The Académie impériale et royale des Sciences et Belles-Lettres de Bruxelles had yet, according to its own historians, to produce a body of work of enduring value. They then decided to get serious, and so invited various writers to send in essays in order to raise themselves from a “level of frivolity.” One of the science writers they approached was Franklin, who found their proposal - in the area of mathematics - to be both silly and ridiculous. (Never mind that mathematics was the one subject he had never been very good at.) And so, he decided to respond with a satiric piece . . . which we represent here for your enjoyment and laughs during a time of few laughs and much emotional friction. (n.b. What follows is sic, meaning that all spellings are as they appeared in the original.  Remember: Franklin’s orthography was quite a bit different than ours today.)

Enjoy!

GENTLEMEN:

I have perused your late mathematical Prize Question, proposed in lieu of one in Natural Philosophy, for the ensuing year, viz. “Une figure quelconque donnee, on demande d’y inscrire le plus grand nombre de fois possible une autre figure plus-petite quelconque, qui est aussi donnee”.  (translated as “Any given figure, we ask to inscribe as many times as possible another smaller figure, which is also given") I was glad to find by these following Words, “l’Acadeemie a jugee que cette deecouverte, en eetendant les bornes de nos connoissances, ne seroit pas sans UTILITE” ) which we shall translate as: “The Academy has judged that this discovery by extending the limits of our knowledge, would not be without UTILITY,” that you esteem Utility an essential Point in your Enquiries, which has not always been the case with all Academies; and I conclude therefore that you have given this Question instead of a philosophical, or as the Learned express it, a physical one, because you could not at the time think of a physical one that promis’d greater Utility.

Permit me then humbly to propose one of that sort for your consideration, and through you, if you approve it, for the serious Enquiry of learned Physicians, Chemists, &c. of this enlightened Age.

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It is universally well known, That in digesting our common Food, there is created or produced in the Bowels of human Creatures, a great Quantity of Wind.

That the permitting this Air to escape and mix with the Atmosphere, is usually offensive to the Company, from the fetid Smell that accompanies it.

That all well-bred People therefore, to avoid giving such Offence, forcibly restrain the Efforts of Nature to discharge that Wind.

That so retain’d contrary to Nature, it not only gives frequently great present Pain, but occasions future Diseases, such as habitual Cholics, Ruptures, Tympanies, &c. often destructive of  the Constitution, & sometimes of Life itself.

Were it not for the odiously offensive Smell accompanying such Escapes, polite People would probably be under no more Restraint in discharging such Wind in Company, than they are in spitting, or in blowing their Noses.

My Prize Question therefore should be, To discover some Drug wholesome & not disagreable, to be mix’d with our common Food, or Sauces, that shall render the natural Discharges of Wind from our Bodies, not only inoffensive, but agreable as Perfumes.

That this is not a chimerical Project, and altogether impossible, may appear from these Considerations. That we already have some Knowledge of Means capable of Varying that Smell. He that dines on stale Flesh, especially with much Addition of Onions, shall be able to afford a Stink that no Company can tolerate; while he that has lived for some Time on Vegetables only, shall have that Breath so pure as to be insensible to the most delicate Noses; and if he can manage so as to avoid the Report, he may any where give Vent to his Griefs, unnoticed. But as there are many to whom an entire Vegetable Diet would be inconvenient, and as a little Quick-Lime thrown into a Jakes will correct the amazing Quantity of fetid Air arising from the vast Mass of putrid Matter contain’d in such Places, and render it rather pleasing to the Smell, who knows but that a little Powder of Lime (or some other thing equivalent) taken in our Food, or perhaps a Glass of Limewater drank at Dinner, may have the same Effect on the Air produc’d in and issuing from our Bowels? This is worth the Experiment. Certain it is also that we have the Power of changing by slight Means the Smell of another Discharge, that of our Water. A few Stems of Asparagus eaten, shall give our Urine a disagreable Odour; and a Pill of Turpentine no bigger than a Pea, shall bestow on it the pleasing Smell of Violets. And why should it be thought more impossible in Nature, to find Means of making a Perfume of our Wind than of our Water?

For the Encouragement of this Enquiry, (from the immortal Honour to be reasonably expected by the Inventor) let it be considered of how small Importance to Mankind, or to how small a Part of Mankind have been useful those Discoveries in Science that have heretofore made Philosophers famous. Are there twenty Men in Europe at this Day, the happier, or even the easier, for any Knowledge they have pick’d out of Aristotle? What Comfort can the Vortices of Descartes give to a Man who has Whirlwinds in his Bowels! The Knowledge of Newton’s mutual Attraction of the Particles of Matter, can it afford Ease to him who is rack’d by their mutual Repulsion, and the cruel Distensions it occasions? The Pleasure arising to a few Philosophers, from seeing, a few Times in their Life, the Threads of Light untwisted, and separated by the Newtonian Prism into seven Colours, can it be compared with the Ease and Comfort every Man living might feel seven times a Day, by discharging freely the Wind from his Bowels? Especially if it be converted into a Perfume: For the Pleasures of one Sense being little inferior to those of another, instead of pleasing the Sight he might delight the Smell of those about him, & make Numbers happy, which to a benevolent Mind must afford infinite Satisfaction. The generous Soul, who now endeavours to find out whether the Friends he entertains like best Claret or Burgundy, Champagne or Madeira, would then enquire also whether they chose Musk or Lilly, Rose or Bergamot, and provide accordingly. And surely such a Liberty of Expressing one’s Scent-iments, and pleasing one another, is of infinitely more Importance to human Happiness than that Liberty of the Press, or of abusing one another, which the English are so ready to fight & die for. — In short, this Invention, if compleated, would be, as Bacon expresses it, bringing Philosophy home to Mens Business and Bosoms. And I cannot but conclude, that in Comparison therewith, for universal and continual UTILITY, the Science of the Philosophers above-mentioned, even with the Addition, Gentlemen, of your “Figure quelconque” and the Figures inscrib’d in it, are, all together, scarcely worth a

FART-HING.

So there you have it.  Imagine any contemporary politician/diplomat/office holder writing a tongue-in-cheek essay on the passing of gas!  It would be a career-ender.  Franklin, like Jefferson, Madison, Monroe and the rest of the founders (with the possible exception of that Harvard-educated prig John Adams) were Renaissance men who despite being capable of reading Greek and Latin, could easily quote the Bible and actually interpret it even if they weren’t terribly religious (most were Deists), and fully understood that “the best way to serve G-d is to be good to man,” were far from perfect. And yet, the contributions they made to creating this nation were incalculable. For the most part, they could laugh at themselves, treat one another with honesty and hold their egos in check.

And oh yes, they all passed a fair amount of wind . . . without being so terribly full of it as to be front-line enemies of a democratic state.

136 days until November 3, 2020. 

Copyright©2020 Kurt F. Stone

Is "Gone With the Wind" Just Another Confederate Statue to Be Razed?"

Scarlett O’Hara (Vivien Leigh’s) Famous Last Line in GWTW

Scarlett O’Hara (Vivien Leigh’s) Famous Last Line in GWTW

It’s just one tragedy after another; one distraction turning yesterday’s front-page horror into today’s forgotten, beneath-the-fold trivia. Where once the daily stats about how many were infected and passed away from Covid-19 on a daily or weekly basis was what captured our attention, it was then replaced by unemployment figures and the precipitous drop in the Dow Jones. Now, that headline has been replaced by the murder of George Floyd in Minnesota and the nationwide protests which that craven act of racist violence has brought to the fore. And, as a result of this latest headline-chomping act, much of the nation has responded with calls to “Defund the Police” (whatever in the Hell that means), topple statues of Confederate military figures like Robert E. Lee and Civil War generals like John Bell Hood, Henry Benning and Braxton Bragg, and rethink the importance of classic novels and movies like Gone With the Wind and The Birth of a Nation. Suddenly, rewriting American history is being seen as a  redemptive cure to that which ails us.

Oh really? 

Personally, I’ve never been all that enthralled by Gone With the Wind.  I’ve read the novel (I actually have a pristine copy of the 1st edition in my library), seen the film and know more than most about what went on behind the screen.  I mean, did you know that one of the biggest arguments the film’s producer, David O. Selznick, had with the Hays Office (the censorship board) was not over anything dealing with gross historic inaccuracies or racism,  but rather with Clark Gable (Rhett Butler’s) last line?  As written in the novel, when Rhett is about to take his final leave from Scarlett O’Hara, she plaintively asks him “But what am I going to do?”  Rhett’s answer? “Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn!”  The censors gave a unanimous thumbs down on that one; it was simply too salacious.  Back and forth they went (Selznick and the Hays Office).  Among suggested last lines were:

  • “Frankly my dear, I don’t give a straw,”

  • “Frankly my dear, my indifference is boundless,” 

  • “Frankly my dear, it makes my gorge rise,” and 

  • “Frankly my dear, I don’t give a whoop!”

But the Hays Office met its match in Selznick, and the then-37 year old producer got his way.  Admittedly, these were different times.  The Production Code forbade the use of such “suggestive” words, expressions and acts as:

  • “Nuts!  

  • “Raspberries!” 

  • “In your hat!”

  •  Married couples sleeping in the same bed;

  •  Onscreen kisses that  lasted longer than 3 seconds;

  •  Miscegenation;

  •  Suggestive dances;

  •  Ridiculing religion. 

  •  Men dancing with men or women dancing with women.

Gone With the Wind would be nominated for 14 Oscars and won an amazing 8 competitive awards including the Best Supporting Actress Oscar for Hattie McDaniel, thereby becoming the first African-American to be nominated . . . and win . . . the coveted prize.  Nonetheless, when the film debuted in Atlanta, Georgia, she wasn’t allowed to stay in the same hotel as the rest of the cast and crew; she had to go to a blacks-only hostelry.  Times were different in so many ways . . . at least overtly and legally so. And while there was quite a hue and cry coming from the black press, the only “mainstream” newspaper decrying the film was the Communist Daily Worker, which called it “. . .an insidious glorification of the slave market.”  The New York Times covered the Daily Worker story as straight news on December 24, 1939 (“Red Paper Condemns ‘Gone With the Wind’); nowhere did they offer an opinion.

During the 1920’s, 30’s and even early (pre WWII) 40’s, white actors appearing in “black face” wasn’t a “shocker”.  For such renowned stars as Al Jolson, Eddy Cantor and Jack Benny (all of whom were Jewish), Buster Keaton, Judy Garland, Mickey Rooney, Betty Grable, Fred Astaire, Myrna Loy and even John Wayne, putting on greasepaint was just part of the job.  And for the movie-going public, it rarely - if ever - brought about a critical comment; it was something they were used to. Not even the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People (NAACP) raised much of a stink about Gone With the Wind. It had been part of the public consciousness for several years even before it hit the screen: first the bestselling novel, and then a step-by-step, nation-wide hunt for who was going to play Scarlett. (Among the Hollywood stars frequently mentioned - and actually auditioned - were Katherine Hepburn, Joan Crawford, Carole Lombard [Mrs. Clark Gable], Joan Crawford [Gable’s longtime squeeze], Paulette Goddard [Charlie Chaplin’s wife], Lana Turner, Lucille Ball, and Bette Davis.)

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It was another Civil War movie, 1915’s The Birth Of a Nation, which did “raise high the roof beam carpenters.” Based on the 1905 novel The Clansman: a Romance of the K.K.K. by Thomas Dixon and directed by the legendary D.W. Griffith, Birth  was one of the first feature length American films, as most previous films had been less than one hour long. The Birth of a Nation changed the industry’s standard in a way still influential today, but aroused an incredible amount of controversy due to its depiction of the KKK as the saviors of the white south. The film led not only to a resurgence of the K.K.K. (which had been more or less moribund for a couple of generations), but to the creation of the N.A.A.C.P. as a means of fighting the reemergence of overt racism in the United States. The Birth of a Nation, like Gone With the Wind, was a blockbuster; it made fortunes for many aspiring producers including a young Bostonian named Louis B. Mayer, who managed to buy up the rights to the film in New England.

Griffith, a Kentucky-born son of a Confederate Colonel (“Roaring Jake Griffith”), was so shaken by the negative response to his romanticized retelling of the war and Reconstruction, sought atonement through his next film: the even more massive Intolerance (1916), a cinematic triptych in which he explored man’s inhumanity to man throughout history.  It wound up bankrupting him.   And although he continued making first-class films for the next several years, he would have to sell his studio, started drinking heavily and went downhill. Ironically, his last film, made in 1931, was about a man who’s life is destroyed by alcoholism. He called it The Struggle. By the time he died in 1948 he had been long forgotten; his funeral was paid for by Lillian Gish, who was one of the stars of The Birth of a Nation.

Just the other day, HBO Max, which is owned by A.T.&T. announced that it had removed from its catalog Gone With the Wind. In announcing this move, a company spokesperson said, “GWTW is a product of its time and depicts some of the ethnic and racial prejudices that have, unfortunately, been commonplace in American society . . . . These racist depictions were wrong then and are wrong today, and we felt that to keep this title up without an explanation and a denouncement of those depictions would be irresponsible.”

The day before HBO Max’s announcement, John Ridley, the screenwriter of “12 Years a Slave,” (for which he won the 2014 Oscar for “Best Writing, Adapted Screenplay”) wrote an op-ed in The Los Angeles Times calling for GWTW’s removal. Mr. Ridley said he understood that films were snapshots of their moment in history, but that “Gone With the Wind” was still used to “give cover to those who falsely claim that clinging to the iconography of the plantation era is a matter of ‘heritage, not hate.’” “It is a film that, when it is not ignoring the horrors of slavery, pauses only to perpetuate some of the most painful stereotypes of people of color,” he wrote.

Let’s understand: HBO Max is not expunging GWTW from its catalog for all time.  What they are doing is putting it on the shelf until such time as they can figure out how to turn any future showing into a learning situation . . . perhaps by creating a pre-screening documentary on the facts and issues of slavery, the Civil War, and what American society was like when the novel and film were released in the mid-to-late 1930’s.  This is something which Turner Classic  Movies does rather well . . . through documentaries and pre-screening discussions. It is certainly understandable that a majority of the American public  is terribly shaken  by the murder of George Floyd at the hands of white cops, at the brutalization of peaceable protesters across the country, as well as violence perpetrated by none-too-peaceful protesters across the country.  People are up in arms (both literally and figuratively) over a whole host of devastating events coming one after another.  The wheels have all but come off that vehicle we call civil society. 

While rewriting history is disingenuous at best, reinventing it is both unconscionable and fraught with danger.  There are calls across the country for the removal of statues honoring Confederate heroes at the same time as those protesting the wearing of anti-Covid-19 masks and the imposition of self-isolation are frequently decked out with “Stars and Bars” flags, automatic weapons and Nazi regalia.  There is so much to be learned, relearned and unlearned about so many things.

One of the most historically productive responses to the post-Birth of a Nation rise in overt racism was the rise of the N.A.A.C.P. which was founded by a small group of distinguished men  and women, both black and white, Christian and Jewish.  What bound them together was an insatiable thirst for the spreading of justice, learning and humanity.

I for one hope that all our current trials, travails and tribulations - this “new normal” which is as yet in its earliest prenatal stage - will one day lead us to view yesterday’s "snapshots” with the understanding that all our yesterdays are gone with the wind.   

142 days until the next election.

Keep ‘a going

Copyright©2020 Kurt F. Stone

The Dark Triad

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Just as it is no doubt wrong to write a review of a book one has never read, critique a play or film one has never seen, or air a wrap-up of a sporting event that has yet to even begin, so too should it be considered rather outre - or even unethical - to analyze a psychiatric patient who has neither sat on one’s couch nor undergone a CT scan or neuroimaging.  Since long before Donald Trump became POTUS, clinical psychiatrists, psychologists, Freudians, Adlerians and garden-variety political psychologists have all attempted to analyze and hopefully get to the bottom of what makes Trump tick.  Is he a sociopath, a psychopath or just plain nuts? In October 2017, more than 2 dozen well-respected psychiatrists published a book entitled The Dangerous Case of Donald Trump: 37 Psychiatrists and Mental Health Experts Access a PresidentAt that point, I wrote an essay entitled “Your Noble Son is  Mad,” which agreed with the professors that Donald J. Trump suffers from severe psychological problems, not the least of which are a combination of egotism, narcissism and pathological mendacity.  Over the past several years we have learned even more about the president’s sociopathy. 

BTW: So that we’re all on the same page, the basic profile of a sociopathic personality includes:

  1. Glibness and superficial charm;

  2. Manipulative and Conning. They never recognize the rights of others and see their self-serving behaviors as permissible;

  3. Grandiose Sense of Self;

  4. Pathological Lying;

  5. Lack of Remorse, Shame or Guilt;

  6. Shallow Emotions;

  7. Incapacity for Love;

  8. Need for Stimulation.

Another analytic term which we will undoubtedly begin hearing and/or reading about more and more the closer we get to the election is the Dark Triad Personality. The term, which was originally coined in a 2002 article by Professor Delroy Paulhus of the University of British Columbia and Kevin Williams, a specialist in psychometrics for Educational Testing Services, refers to three unusually negative personality traits – narcissism, psychopathy, and Machiavellianism - all of which stand center-stage in the nation’s 45th president. Again, a few definitions that will hopefully keep us on the same page:

  • Narcissism is characterized by the pursuit of ego gratification, vanity, a sense of superiority, grandiosity, dominance, and entitlement.

  • Machiavellianism is marked by manipulation – a calculating, duplicitous, and amoral personality, focused on self-interest and personal gain.

  • Psychopathy is distinguished by callousness, impulsivity, and enduring antisocial and bold behavior.

Sound like anyone we know? Because so many of us are not foundering within this dark triad, it is terribly difficult to cope with - let alone understand - those - like the POTUS - who are. Many, I am sure, ask themselves after the latest inane shocker - like Trump’s press secretary of the week Kayleigh McEnany likening her boss’s trek across Lafayette Square to stand outside St. John’s Episcopal Church so he could be photographed holding a Bible, to British Prime Minister Winston Churchill, who was photographed inspecting damage to buildings from German bombs - ask themselves “He can’t for one nanosecond believe this twaddle.” Or, wondering aloud how anyone can lie about virtually everything and claim ultimate expertise in every field from astrophysics to zeugmatography (spin imaging) - even while standing next to the world’s acknowledged experts in these fields. Most hauntingly, the answer is “No, he really doesn’t believe any of the things he says, but that’s not important. What is important is that by saying them, he is casting a malevolent magic spell over a large minority of the public . . . that minority he desperately needs to dominate.”

In her eminently readable book The Sociopath Next Door, psychology professor Martha Stout sums up the effect of being trapped in the Dark Triad in the most effective way possible:

“Imagine — if you can — not having a conscience, none at all, no feelings of guilt or remorse no matter what you do, no limiting sense of concern for the well-being of strangers, friends, or even family members. Imagine no struggles with shame, not a single one in your whole life, no matter what kind of selfish, lazy, harmful, or immoral action you had taken … You can do anything at all, and still your strange advantage over the majority of people, who are kept in line by their consciences, will most likely remain undiscovered. How will you live your life? What will you do with your huge and secret advantage?”

In order to be elected president - even if that victory is an asterisk-appended one gift wrapped by the Electoral College - requires a combination of skill sets which few people possess. No two presidents have had the same number or magnitude of skills. For Washington, Lincoln and the 2 Roosevelts, it was charisma, empathy, and the ability to communicate - to name but 3. For Eisenhower it was humility, the ability to organize, lead and  inspire confidence. For Kennedy it was charm and youthfulness. For Obama it was class, empathy, and the ability to communicate everyday qualities. What about Donald Trump? What special skill set did he bring to office? Audacity? Rule breaking? An almost total lack of sympathy, empathy or humility? A filthy mouth? Never having been one of his supporters or fans, I simply do not know.

What I do know is that he is likely the most psychologically insensitive, insecure and fragile of all 45 presidents. His greatest need is not to be loved, cherished, respected or become number one in the history books. Rather, it is to dominate through manipulation . . . that’s the Machiavellian leg of the triad. It is to prove to one and all his vast superiority and entitlement . . . that’s the narcissistic component. Lastly is his utter impulsivity, bold behavior and antisocial demeanor . . . this is, of course, the psychopathic side of the triad. All-in-all, a malignant med not only for him, but for all those he supposedly leads.

In the world of medical research (clinical trials) each subject or participant must be made aware of the potential adverse events (bad side effects) which might obtain through being exposed to experimental meds). Then will come a long list of potential effects ranging from the expected to the common, and from the rare to the extremely rare. Each “risk section” begins by informing potential participants that in many cases the side effect(s) will lessen and even disappear once the treatment phase concludes . . . or it can last for a long time or even be fatal. (This litany is replicated in all those pharmaceutical commercials we watch on television. It is mandated by law.)

In the same way, the “dosage” of Dark Triad we have been subjected to these past 4 years may dissipate after the election. Then too, they may linger, never go away, or even be fatal. No one knows for sure. But do remember this: the course we are currently on - politically, economically, medically and psychologically - is not all due to Donald J. Trump. Merely voting him out of office. . . and putting Congress, the various state houses and state legislatures back in the hands of the Democrats won’t utterly rid us of each and every SAE (serious adverse event) or UAE (unanticipated problems).  Regardless of how successful we are come November, the Dark Triad will remain trapping and warping a significant minority of the country we dearly love.

Keep ‘a going . . .

149 days until the election.

Copyright©2020 Kurt F. Stone


Some Heartfelt Thoughts From Mother Earth

My dearest children:
Mother Earth here, writing you a note of dire concern. For those of you currently in your 60’s and 70’s who spent your young adult years in Berkeley, you know me as a one-time 60’s rock group of the same name, which was fronted by the phenomenally electric Tracy Nelson.

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For the rest of you, I am both the voice and the symbol of all that is ecologically meaningful.  I represent both the ancient Sequoia trees of Northern California and Lake Zasan, the oldest lake on earth; the Barberton Makhonjwa Mountains, the oldest mountain range on the planet, and the Jack Hills Zircon, the oldest rock on  earth.  Indeed, we are a relatively ancient planet (regardless of what anti-science Luddites proclaim) with much to revel in. And yet, we are in dire, dire trouble; our continued existence as a habitable orb, to say the very least, is in grave danger.

My children: I am just as depressed and disillusioned as the best of you. There are so many challenges on the horizon: the Covid-19 pandemic, planet-wide economic chaos, violence, increasing incivility, a startling loss of leadership and . . . to top it off . . . the beginning of the hurricane season here the Southern United States, forest fires in the West and drought in places which have not experienced rain for years and years. Not only that, but in many places around the planet, you have isolated yourselves from one another . . . and for good reason.

Has it ever dawned on you that as angry, uncertain and depressed as you are because of current conditions, I, Mother Earth, am going through pretty much the same concatenation of emotions?  The only real difference between all of you and me is that my “circle of family, friends and acquaintances” is far, far larger and more all-encompassing than yours?  I mean, have you any idea of what it’s like to be mother to a 280-foot tall, 2,000 year old sequoia (the “General Sherman”) or Elkhorn Coral (which aren't plants, but rather actually colonies of tiny living invertebrates called polyps) and have been around in Florida and the Caribbean for more than 5,000 years?  Talk about long lasting relationships!  And just like you, they - and thousands upon thousands of other long-lived creatures - are suffering.

But believe it or not, I am by no means a pessimist.  We all know the old saw that the difference between an optimist and a pessimist is that the former sees the glass as being half-full, while the latter sees it as being half empty.  As your Mother Earth, I’m here to tell you that there is a third way: to understand that so long as there’s something . . . anything . . . in the glass is reason for carrying on . . . neither optimist nor pessimist, but worker.

Believe it or not, the Corona Virus, which has caused so much death, destruction, angst, fear and economic havoc in  your realm, may also be doing more than its share of good in mine.  “How’s that?” you ask.  Well, let’s take a few moments and view the situation from my wide-angle point of view.

Since the Covid-19 pandemic is first and foremost of human health and safety,  it has forced people to change their everyday behaviors and patterns to contain or avoid the virus. As a result, there have been some subtle effects on the environment.  According to a report published by BBC News, “No war, no recession, no previous pandemic has had such a dramatic impact on emissions of CO2 over the past century as Covid-19 has in a few short months. Multiple sources indicate we are now living through an unrivaled drop in carbon output.”

Shortly after Italy began its draconian shutdown (in mid March) it was noted that in Venice, the often murky canals began to get clearer, with fish visible in the water below. Italy's efforts to limit the coronavirus meant an absence of boat traffic on the city's famous waterways. And the changes happened quickly.

Countries that have been under stringent lockdowns to stop the spread of the virus have experienced an unintended benefit. The outbreak has, at least in part, been contributing to a noticeable drop in pollution and greenhouse gas emissions in some countries.

Although grim, it's something scientists said could offer tough lessons for how to prepare — and ideally avoid — the most destructive impacts of climate change. NASA recently released satellite data of the northeastern U.S., revealing a 30% drop in air pollution over densely populated metropolitan areas. Nitrogen dioxide from transportation fossil fuels and electricity generation shows that March 2020 had the lowest emission levels on record since 2005. And by the way, some non-human species are beginning to show benefit from the many changes caused by our response to the pandemic. Leatherback sea turtles, as but one example, are among the many species enjoying the extra space ceded by humans. Beaches in Thailand with a dearth of human tourists are now seeing the highest number of the rare reptiles' nests in two decades.  Then too other species, long used to being fed by human tourists, are taking back public squares in deserted downtown areas in search for food.

And while I certainly wish I could tell all of you that the sequelae of the Covid-19 shutdown will include a cleaner, healthier more vibrant earth and the revival of many on-the-road-to-extinction species, sadly I cannot. While it is definitely provable that pollution and greenhouse gas emissions have decreased across the globe, no one knows how long it will last. Much depends on how governments, businesses and citizens of every station and stripe do with that which we are learning every day.

Stay healthy, stay humble, stay kind and do try to stay home.

With abundant love,

Mother Earth

154 days until November 3 . . .

Copyright©2020 Kurt F. Stone

 

For My Pal Al

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Frequently, I receive emails, texts and Facebook messages from friends, students, writers and academics asking if I can comment on the truth, falsity or what in “Yinglish” might be referred to as the nish-ta-heen, nish-ta-hare ness . . . “neither here nor there”) of some “fact,” “fiction” or “fable.” I’m not sure why they send me these requests; I mean I’m far from being the end-all or be-all of knowledge; that’s why we have Snopes, Google and the Washington Post Fact Checker. Truth to tell, I’m no smarter than the next fellow; I do admit, however, to having a larger personal library than most, having been afforded a pretty nifty education, and spending more of my waking hours reading and taking notes than anyone I know.

One of the people who sends me more queries than just about anyone I know is a student/great friend/fellow baseball fanatic (although he roots for the Yankees and yours truly for the Dodgers) is a fellow who always signs off as “Your Pal Al.” Well, “My Pal Al” sent me a corker the other day- concerning the accomplishments of Jewish people . . . except that a lot of them weren’t Jewish. Upon first wending my way through his email. it was difficult to tell if the person (or people) who had compiled the original list did so because they were anti-Semitic conspiratorialists or purveyors of יידיש שטאָלץ - (Yiddishe shtolz - Jewish pride). Having a rare afternoon off, I decided to go through the list he was sent and then forwarded to me, and provide a bit of a “thumbs up, thumbs-down” on each of the 49 claims.

Here goes:

  1. The Roosevelts were Dutch Jews who arrived in NYC in 1682. Claes Rosenvelt before he changed his name to Nicholas Roosevelt, was the first Roosevelt ancestor to set foot in America, and Sarah Delano, FDR's mother descended from Sephardic Jews.  Absolutely not! Anti-Semitic opponents of FDR however, did frequently insist that he was Jewish on both sides of his family. They referred to the New Deal as the “Jew Deal” and mispronounced the name “Roosevelt” to make it sound more like a stereotypical Jewish name. It should be noted, however, that Franklin and Eleanor’s great grandson, (through their daughter Anna), Joshua Boettiger, is a graduate of the Reconstructionist Rabbinic College in Philadelphia and has served as rabbi of Congregation Emek Shalom since August 2012.

  2. Joseph Stalin was originally named Joseph David Djugashvili (translated as: "son of a Jew".) All 3 of the women that he married were Jewish This is a canard which has been passed on from generation to generation. While it may be true that he had an affair with at least one Jewish women, he was also one of modern history’s most depraved anti-Semites. Part of the problem is with the translation “Djugashvili,” which does not mean “son of a Jew.” This is twaddle; likely created by anti-Semites who believed that since Karl Marx was born into a Jewish family, all Communist leaders, therefore, must also be Jewish.

  3. Dwight Eisenhower's father was a Swedish Jew, and listed in West Point's Yearbook of 1915. In the 1915 West Point yearbook, The Howitzer, Eisenhower was jokingly referred to as both “a Swedish Jewish Jew” and “Senor Eisenhower.”  The Eisenhowers were of German ancestry and were members of the “River Brethren,” a religious congregation that originated in Pennsylvania and which was a sect of the Mennonite church. There are no traces of Jewish roots on either side of his family.

  4. Lillian Friedman, a Jewish woman, married Cruz Rivera. They named their baby Geraldo Miguel Rivera , but according to Jewish Law, anyone born to a Jewish mother is Jewish. Thus, Geraldo Rivera is Jewish.  While much of this story is true, they got the spelling wrong; Geraldo spells the family name “Riviera.” Although he was raised “mostly Jewish” and became Bar  Mitzvah in a Reform Jewish synagogue in New York, he has been most close-mouthed about his heritage throughout his nearly 50 years in the media.  Of his 5 wives, only the latest, Erica Michelle Levy, is Jewish.

  5. Fiorello Laguardia, famous former mayor of New York City, whose mother's name was Jacobson. His father was not Jewish. Laguardia spoke seven languages fluently, including Hebrew and Yiddish. He was JewishFiorello LaGuardia’s mother was named Irene Luzzato Coen, the scion of a Jewish family from Trieste, then a part of Austria. Irene married at age twenty‑three, and though raised in a religious home was "thoroughly Italian in speech and culture"---the prevailing tendency among Jews in cosmopolitan Trieste. On their marriage certificate, Irene recorded her religion as Israelita; Achille La Guardia, her husband, "carrying the memory of indignities heaped on him by his teachers, all priests," wrote down nessuna---"nothing."  La Guardia, the future Congressman and NYC mayor spoke a passable Yiddish but was decidedly not fluent.  Neither was he at all knowledgeable when it came to Hebrew.  (For further insight into the Jewish side of Fiorello LaGuardia, feel free to check out either of my books on the Jews of Capitol Hill, The Congressional Minyan and The Jews of Capitol Hill.” 

  6. Winston Churchill whose mother's name was Jenny Jerome, was a Jew. So, he was Jewish. Not even close!  Jennie had an Iroquois Indian great-grandfather, but no evidence of any Native American ancestry has yet been uncovered, despite much genealogical digging. The Jewish writer Moshe Kohn, in an article in The Jerusalem Post on 15 January 1993, alleged that the Jerome family name was originally Jacobson, and that Jennie's ethnic ancestry was, in fact, Jewish, at least on her father's side. However, there is no truth to this claim; the name of the family was never "Jacobson" but was always "Jerome" since the family (in the person of a Huguenot immigrant named Timothy Jerome) first set foot in America in about 1717.

  7. Cary Grant, whose mother, Elsie, was Jewish. His father, Elias Leach, was not. Grant's original name was Archibald Alexander Leach; He was Jewish. There is virtually no documentation to prove one way or another that Cary Grant was/was not even partially Jewish. His mother Elsie Maria Kingdom was from Bristol. It would seem that the only “proof” of his Jewishness came late in life when he was asked why he had made a substantial contribution to a the United Jewish Appeal. Grant - who was indeed born “Archie Leach” - offhandedly remarked “. . . because somewhere back in history, I had a Jewish ancestor.” That’s about as far as it goes. In checking with my hometown sources, no one ever heard about Grant’s claiming Jewish antecedents. And believe me, Hollywood is a small town . . .

  8. Peter Sellers' mother, Margaret Marks, was Jewish. His father, Bill Sellers, was not. Peter's real name is Richard Henry Sellers. He is Jewish. Richard Henry Sellers was born in Portsmouth, England. His father William was a pianist and his mother Agnes, one of the Ray Sisters group of entertainers, was the great-granddaughter of famous Jewish boxer Daniel Mendoza. Despite his Jewish origins Peter was educated at the Roman Catholic St Aloysius College in Highgate. So far as can be told, Seller’s involvement in Judaism extended no further than his genealogy .

  9. David Bowie's mother is Jewish, his father is not. One of Bowie's albums discusses his Jewish ancestry. His real name: David Stenton Haywood Jones.  This is patently untrue. At various times in his career, Bowie (born David Robert Jones) called Hitler (y’macn sh’mo) “the first Rock Star” and gave the Nazi salute on stage. Towards the end of his life he espoused an interested in Kabbalah - from whence came the rumor that he had a Jewish background. I can tell you from “neighborhood” history and knowledge that there was a time not long ago when tons of celebrities from the worlds of film and music became devotees of kabbalah . . . few of whom were Jewish. It was just “the thing to do.”  I well remember back in those days when the Kabbalah aficionados would approach me and say “I understand that you can actually can read this stuff in the original; perhaps you can help me.  There’s a few things  I don’t understand.”  My answer, larded with sweet sarcasm, usually started with “Only a few  things you don’t understand?  Then I should be listening to you!”

  10. Robert DeNiro's mother is Jewish. He is Jewish. Sorry about that; Mr. De Niro’s mother was raised Presbyterian  but became an atheist as an adult, while his father had been a lapsed Catholic since the age of 12. Against his parents' wishes, his grandparents had De Niro secretly baptized into the Catholic Church while he was staying with them during his parents' divorce.  His parents divorced when, at age 2, De Niro’s father announced that he was gay.  

  11. Shari Belafonte's mother is Jewish. Her father, Harry's grandfather is a Jew. She is Jewish. Shari Belefonte’s father, Harry was born in Jamaica, the son of a black mother and Dutch Jewish father of Sephardi origins.  This in no way makes her Jewish, although she does have a bit of a Jewish background.

  12. Olivia Newton John's grandfather, a Jew, was a Nobel Prize winning physicist.  John is of paternal Jewish ancestry; her grandfather, Nobel Prize-winning physicist Max Born, fled with his family to England from Germany before WWII to escape the Nazi regime.  This only means that she has Jewish family members . . . not that she is Jewish. 

  13. Harrison Ford's mother is a Russian Jew, his father is Irish Catholic.   As the son of a father  of Irish/Catholic descent and a mother whose family were made up of Eastern European Jews, Ford always claimed When asked about what influence his Jewish and Irish Catholic ancestries may have had on him, he quipped, "As a man I've always felt Irish, as an actor I've always felt Jewish."  (Apropos of nothing: for years, there was a rumor that the great Charlie Chaplin was Jewish. No one knew for certain. Part of the problem was that no one ever asked him directly; many accused him. Finally, late in life, a writer asked him directly. His response? “I’m afraid I’ve never had that honour.”

  14. The first theater to be used solely for the showing of motion pictures was built by a Jew Adolf Zukor. Actually, the first movie theater (then called a “Nickelodeon” was created by a vaudeville impresario named Harry Davis.  The date of its opening was June 19, 1905; the place was Pittsburgh.  The first film shown at his theater was director/producer Edwin K. Porter’s 1903 “flicker” The Great Train Robbery. The only Jewish person involved in the film - generally considered the first “real” movie - was one of the actors: Gilbert M. Anderson, who would eventually be known worldwide as Broncho Billy, own his own movie production company and be an early employer of Charles Chaplin.  His real name was Max Aronson , and was definitely Jewish . . .

  15. The first full-length sound picture, The Jazz Singer was produced by Jews, Samuel Goldwyn & Louis B. Mayer (MGM). WRONG!  “The Jazz Singer,” starring Al Jolson (Asa Yoelson) , the son of a cantor, hit the silver screen in 1927.  Neither Goldwyn nor Mayer had anything to do with it.  It was produced by Warner Brothers.  None of the four Warner brothers were able to attend: Sam Warner —among them, the strongest advocate for Vitaphone, the system that brought sound to film —had died the previous day of pneumonia, and the surviving brothers had returned to California for his funeral.

  16. A Jew, Dr. Abraham Waksman, coined the term antibiotics. Correct. Selman Abraham Waksman (1888-1973) was a Ukrainian-born inventor, chemist and microbiologist. He taught the latter at Rutgers University for more than 4 decades, and won the Nobel Prize in Medicine in 1952.

  17. A Polish Jew, Casimir Funk, who pioneered a new field of medical research, gave us a common word -- vitamins.  Correct. The son of a distinguished Polish dermatologist, Funk (1884-1967) was born in Warsaw. Little is known of his personal life. While researching beriberi - a common illness in the Far East that causes peripheral nerve damage and heart failure - Funk discovered that the typical Far Eastern diet of polished rice was deficient in thiamine. Adding this vitamin back into the diet cured beriberi. Later that year, he isolated a substance now known as niacin (vitamin B3). When he published his findings in 1912 and his book The Vitamines, in 1913, Funk immediately became well known in the scientific world.

  18. The first successful operation for appendicitis was performed by a Jewish surgeon, Dr. Simon Baruch.  Yes and no. Dr. Simon Baruch (1840-1921) who was born in Posen, West-Prussia, made his way to the United States as a teenager, eventually earning a medical degree from what today is called Virginia Commonwealth University. He served as Robert E. Lee’s personal physician during the Civil War, and eventually moved to New York. While he did diagnose the first case of perforating appendicitis successfully operated on, he did not perform the actual surgery. Today, Dr. Baruch is remembered for two things: being an early and ardent proponent of public health programs - most notably public baths - and being the father of Bernard Baruch, a highly successful American investor who was both an advisor to Presidents Wilson and FDR, as well as a highly regarded diplomat. (Of him, that riotous wit Dorothy Parker [Rothschild] once wrote: “There are 2 things I will never understand: how zippers work and the precise function of Bernard Baruch!”)

  19. Dr.. Abraham Jacobi, hailed as America's father of Pediatrics, is a Jew. True. Born in Hartum, Germany in 1830, Jacobi earned his medical degree from Bonn University. He fled to the United States after the Revolution of 1848 and became a specialist in diseases affecting children and women. His activities included the organization of the children's ward at New York’s Mount Sinai Hospital. Married twice - the second time to a physician named Corinna Putnam, Jacobi appears to have had little if any attachment to Judaism.

  20. Until a Jewish doctor, Dr.. Siccary proved it differently, people believed that tomato was poisonousLondon-born Dr. John de Sequeyra (1712-1 795)  came from a distinguished family; his ancestors - doctors all - served as  court physicians to the kings of Spain and Portugal.  Dr. John Siccary (the Americanized version of his name) would eventually become physician to then-Colonel George Washington.  And indeed, he did introduce tomatoes to the American diet in the mid-18th century.  No less a  personage than Thomas Jefferson mentioned Dr. Siccary as being the first to bring the tomato into the American diet.  Precious little is known about the good doctor.’s personal life.

  21. A Jew, Levi Strauss, is the inventor/originator of jeans & Levis, the largest clothing retailer in the world. Although without question Levi Strauss made a vast fortune as the inventor of the eponymous trousers and apparel, Levi Strauss is by no means “the largest clothing retailer in the world.”  That honor belongs to  Inditex—headquartered in Arteixo, Galicia, Spain.  Even in the United States, Nike ($30.6 billion), Ralph Lauren $7.6 billion), Old Navy ($6.6 billion) and the Gap ($6.2 billion) have greater annual revenues than the company originally founded in San Francisco. (Levi Strauss and Co., by the way, comes in 5th with annual revenues of $4.8 billion.)

  22.  In 1909, four Jews were among the 60 multi-cultural signers of the Call to the National Action, which resulted in the creation of the NAACP. Correct:  Among the initial signers of the Call to National Action were Henry Moskowitz, Anna Strunsky, Lillian Wald, Edwin Seligman,  Rabbi Joseph Silverman,  and Rabbi Stephen S. Wise.  It should be noted that a clear majority of Jewish people who were part of the initial founding and financing of the NCAAP were liberal/Reform and mostly German Jews. 

  23. A Jew, Emile Berliner, is the man who developed the modern day phonograph. While Thomas Edison was working out a type of phonograph that used a cylinder as a record, Berliner invented a machine that would play a disc. The machine he patented was called the gramophone, and the famous RCA trademark is a picture of a dog listening to "his master's voice" on Berliner's device. The gramophone was superior to Edison's machine. In short, Emile Berliner made possible the modern record industry. His company was eventually absorbed by the Victor Talking Machine Company, now known as RCAThis is correct.  It would also appear that Berliner’s sole connection to his Jewish roots was his strong support for Zionism.

  24. A Jew, Louis B. Mayer (co-founder of MGM), created the idea for the Oscar. Correct . . . however. While it is true that Louis B. Mayer did first propose the creation of the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences in 1927 as a non-profit organisation with the goal of advancing the film industry. The first Academy Award Ceremony took place two years later at The Hollywood Roosevelt Hotel, on 16 May 1929. Tickets for the private dinner cost $5 and the presentation ceremony hosted by Douglas Fairbanks [actor and first president of the Academy] lasted just 15 minutes. The actual Oscar statuette was designed by MGM design chief Cedric Gibbons, and sculpted by George Stanley. It did not receive the name “Oscar” for nearly a decade; no one knows for certain where the name comes from. I believe the name was given by then-Academy president Bette Davis after he former bandleader husband Oscar Harmon (“Ham”) Davis.

  25. European Jews are the founding fathers of all the Hollywood StudiosMostly correct. Several of the founding fathers were from Central Europe; one, Darryl F. Zanuck, the founder of Twentieth Century, was an Episcopalian from Wahoo, Nebraska. Ironically, when it came to making tangible contributions to Jewish causes, Zanuck was, hands down, the most giving of the entire landsmanshaft (Yiddish for “fraternal organization”).

  26. Jews comprise a mere 1/4 of 1% (13 million) of the world's population (of over 6 billion), and while 99% of the world is non-Jewish, 72% of Pulitzer Prize winners are Jews.  The only place I found this statement was on the website for Congregation Beth Mordecai. In matter of fact, it turns out that the entire email I received from My Pal Al had been copied and forwarded to him (and who knows how many others?) from this website. I found an even earlier version of this piece (August 19, 2010) by one Harriet P. Gross published in the Texas Jewish Post.

  27. Three of the greatest & most influential thinkers dominating the 20th Century are Jews - Albert Einstein, Sigmund Freud, and Karl Marx. True . . . with a lower case “t.” While from a Jewish legal point of view all three are Jewish (their mothers were Jewish), Marx never evinced any Jewishness during his lifetime. Freud’s interest in Judaism was largely intellectual: viz. Moses and Monotheism; Einstein, who like the other two, came from an assimilated family, published a letter 65 years ago that had Jewish folks atwitter: “For me the unadulterated Jewish religion is, like all other religions, an incarnation of primitive superstition. And the Jewish people to whom I gladly belong, and in whose mentality I feel profoundly anchored, still for me does not have any different kind of dignity from all other peoples. As far as my experience goes, they are in fact no better than other human groups, even if they are protected from the worst excesses by a lack of power. Otherwise I cannot perceive anything ‘chosen’ about them.”

  28. The most popular selling Christmas song "White Christmas" was written by a Jew, Irving Berlin . True. He also wrote “The Easter Parade.”

  29. Of the 660 Nobel prizes from 1901 - 1990, 160 have been awarded to Jews. More Jews have won more Nobel prizes than any other ethnicity. They have won 40x more than should be expected of them based upon their small population numbers. Not true enough. In matter of fact, 203 Jewish men and women have been awarded Nobel Prizes: 35 in Chemistry, 55 in Medicine, 56 in Physics, 15 in Literature, 33 in Economics and 9 in Peace. (It should be noted that a 204th laureate, the Russian Boris Pasternak, was awarded the prize in literature in 1958. He originally accepted the award but after intense pressure from the Soviet government, was forced to decline.

  30. A Jew, Dr. Jonas Salk, is the creator of the first polio vaccine. Correct 

  31. Hayam Solomon & Isaac Moses, both Jews, are responsible for creating the first modern banking institutions. Not even close.  The establishment of the Bank of England, the model on which most modern central banks have been based, was devised by Charles Montagu, 1st Earl of Halifax, in 1694.  Then too, there are those who claim that The oldest continually operating bank in the world is Banca Monte dei Paschi di Siena, which has been operating as a bank in Italy since 1472. (It should be noted that the Polish-born Salomon (1740-1785) was one of the major financiers of the American Revolutionary War.  From 1781 on, Salomon brokered bills of exchange for the American government and extended interest-free personal loans to members of Congress, including James Madison. He also purchased much government debt; so much so that when he died at age 45, he owed his creditors over $600,000 (approximately $152,580,000.00 in today’s dollars).

  32. Jews created the first department stores in America in the nineteenth century. The Altmans, Gimbels, Kaufmanns, Lazaruses, Magnins, Mays, Strausses became leaders of major department stores. Julius Rosenwald revolutionized the way Americans purchased goods by  improving Sears Roebuck's mail order merchandising. Hart, Schaffner, Marx, Kuppenheimer and Levi Strauss became household names in men's clothing.  Actuallythe earliest American department stores were “Arnold Constable,” started in 1825 by Aaron Arnold, an immigrant from England (it stayed in business until 1975), and the “Marble Palace” created by one Alexander Turney Stewart in New York City in 1846.  For longevity, nothing can compare to the store which has been clothing yours truly for the better part of a lifetime: Brooks Brothers, which first opened its doors 202  years ago . . . right after the reopening of the White House in 1818.  In comparison, the Jewish shmattiers are rank newcomers. 

  33. Marc Chagall (originally Segal) a Russia Jew, is one of the great 20th century painters.  Born Moïche Zakharovitch Chagalov in Vitebsk (modern-day Belarus) in 1887, Chagall was unquestionably one of the greatest of all 20th century artists.

  34. The fortune(s) of English Jews -- Isaac Goldsmid, Nathan Rothschild, David Salomons, and Moses Montefiore -- helped England become a world empire.  Correct.

  35. In 1918, Detroit, a Jew, Max Goldberg, opened the "first" commercial parking lot. Correct. BTW, another fortune was made in commercial parking lots by a future United States Senator from Ohio: Howard Metzenbaum . . .

  36. In 1910, a Jew, Louis Blaustein, and his son opened the "first" gas station, eventually founding the American Oil Company (AMOCO). The Blausteins became one of the richest oil families in the world. Correct, although Forbes dropped the Blausteins from their list of the richest American families in 2016.

  37. A Jew, Dr. Albert Sabin, developed the first oral polio vaccine.  Correct

  38. A Jew, Steven Spielberg, is the most successful filmmaker since the advent of film. Yes Indeed

  39. A Jew, Emma Lazarus, wrote the famous poem, �The New Colossus" which is inscribed on the Statue Of LibertyYes

  40. A Jew, Harry Houdini (Weiss) is the father of magic and illusion. Yes

  41. Abraham, is the father of the Jews and Arabs, and from whom the world's 3 major religions: Judaism, Christianity & Islam originated. Correct. And, atop the Jaffa Gate in Jerusalem, there is a statement written in ornate Arabic, which translates to say “Allah is our god, Mohammed is His prophet, and Abraham is his friend.”

  42. Jews are the oldest of any people on earth who have kept their national identity and cultural heritage intact.  Don’t tell that to the Chinese, Indians, or Aborigines, 

  43. George & Ira Gershwin and Irving Berlin, all Jews, are three of the most prolific composers of the 20th century.  Let’s not forget the likes of Lerner, Loewe, Paul Simon, Harold Arlen, Sammy Cahn, Marvin Hamlisch, Lorenz Hart, Carol King, Biilly Joel . . .

  44. Isadore & Nathan Straus, who are both Jews - "Abraham & Straus," eventually became sole owners of Macy's, the world's largest department store, in 1896. Correct

  45. Dr. Paul Ehrlich, a Jewish physician, was awarded the Nobel Prize in 1908 for finding the cure for syphilis. Correct

  46. Armand Hammer, a Jew, of "Arm & Hammer" fame. a physician & businessman originated the largest trade between U. S. and Russia. Incorrect.  Hammer was named after Armand Duval a character in La Dame aux Camélias, his father, Dr. Julius Hammer’s favorite novel.  Armand had virtually nothing to do with “Arm & Hammer.”  And yes, Dr.  Armand Hammer did play a significant role in setting up a large (though not the largest) trade deal between the U.S. and the U.S.S.R. 

  47.  Louis Santanel, a Jew, was the financier who provided the funds for Columbus ' voyage to the New World (America). Incorrect.  While Luis de Santángel did have a hand in convincing the King and Queen of Spain to underwrite Columbus’ journey to the New World, de Santángel was by no means Jewish.  His grandfather had become a converso long before his grandson’s birth.  And, it was only after the old man’s conversion to Catholicism that the family began to prosper.   

  48.  Sherry Lansing, a Jew, became the first woman to become president of a major Hollywood studio, Paramount Pictures. Correct

  49. Flo Zigfield, a Jew, of "Ziegfield Follies" fame, is the creator of American burlesque. Incorrect.  Ziegfeld (not “Ziegfield”) was born in Chicago in 1867 to a Catholic mother and a Lutheran father.  Ziegfeld was baptized in the Catholic church.  A master showman, he wound up going broke - which forced his wife, the actress Billie Burke to return to acting in order to earn an income - and died of pleurisy at age 65 in 1932. Zigfeld’s bankruptcy was added to the world’s great fortune: had he remained solvent, Billie Burke would never have played Glinda the Good Witch in The Wizard of Oz.

So there you have it My Pal Al. It is a confusing list; a pastiche of near anti-Semitic canards and pro-Jewish pride/chauvinism. That it would originate on a Jewish website is both troubling and a bit mystifying. I am grateful to have so many friends, students and readers who do reach out to people they trust -  like me - and ask "What gives with this?” before forwarding what may well be a pile of dung on to others.  Thanks for the compliment. 

One can  only wish that there were more people like you, people who reach out before passing along what may well be the lies, half-truths or stereotypes posted by others.  There is indeed enough to be proud of in the long history of the Jewish people without needing to “invite” others into the tribe who by law, heritage, culture, practice (or lack thereof) simply do not belong.  

I look forward to seeing you in class tomorrow afternoon . . .

160 days until November 3, 2020.

Copyright©2020 Kurt F. Stone

COVID-19 and the Many Languages of God

                    “The Tower of Babel” by Pieter Bruegel the Elder (1525-69)

“The Tower of Babel” by Pieter Bruegel the Elder (1525-69)

Of late, a number of people have asked if I was aware of any distinctly Jewish prayer for the sick that speaks specifically of COVID-19. In each case I told the enquirers that as of the moment I did not, promised that I would check it out and if necessary, would write one myself. It didn’t take all that long for me to find such a prayer - one written by Rabbi Yitzchak Yosef, the Sephardi Chief Rabbi of Israel. Along the way, I remembered a short-short story I wrote years and years ago. It concerned a young child who was studying Torah with his or her elderly rabbi. One day, they were learning the story about the Tower of Babel (מִגְדַל בָּבֵל migdahl bavel), which attempts to explain how the world came to have so many languages. Suddenly, the child asked the rabbi “Rebbe, how many languages are there in the world?” to which the rabbi replied “Well, according to our sages of old, there are 70 different languages.” “And how many does God speak?” the child asked. The rabbi pondered the question for a moment or two and then answered “Why, all of them” he answered, and then pausing, a twinkle in his eye concluded with the words “. . . but mit a Jewish accent!” In these times of sickness, stress, isolation and self-quarantine, many understandably feel the need for prayer; of creating some kind of direct link with "the healer of the sick.” In the Jewish world, we frequently feel a bit more comfortable saying these prayers in “the mother tongue” (מאמע לשון - mama loschen) . . . Hebrew or occasionally Yiddish.   Again, in the Jewish world, it is a custom of long, long standing that when one says a prayer for people who are ill, the words are accompanied by a tangible deed . . . normally, making a contribution to a cause or fund. This tangible act is called Tzdakah (צדקה), which comes from a word meaning not “charity,” but rather, “justice.”

What follows is the prayer I found, composed, as mentioned above, by Yitzchak Yosef, the Chief Sephardi Rabbi of the State of Israel:

אָנָא אֵל רַחוּם וְחַנּוּן, תְהֵא הַשָעָה הַזֹאת שְעַת רַחֲמִים וְעֵת רָצוֹן מִלְפָנֶיךָ. תָחוֹן וְתַחְמוֹל וּתְרַחֵם עָלֵינוּ, אֲנָשִים נָשִים וָטָף, וְתַצִילֵנוּ מִכָל פֶגַע רָע, וּבִפְרָט מִנָגִיף הַקוֹרוֹנָה הַמִתְפַשֵט בְכָל רַחֲבֵי הָעוֹלָם, אֲשֶר רַבִים חֲלָלִים הִפִיל, וּרְבָבוֹת וַאֲלָפִים נֶחְלוּ וְנִדְבְקוּ בוֹ.

הוֹשִיעֵנוּ וְרַחֲמֵנוּ וְהַצִילֵנוּ. כִי כֵן דַרְכְךָ לַעֲשֹוֹת חֶסֶד חִנָם בְכָל דּוֹר וָדוֹר.

רִבּוֹן כָל הָעוֹלָמִים, הַעֲלֶה אֲרוּכָה וּמַרְפֵא לְכָל תַחֲלוּאֵינוּ, וּלְכָל מַכְאוֹבֵינוּ וּלְכָל מַכּוֹתֵינוּ. וּשְלַח מָזוֹר לְמַחֲלָה זוֹ. וְהַצֵל אֶת הָעוֹלָם כֻלּוֹ מִכָל דֶבֶר וּמַגֵפָה וּבִפְרָט מִנָגִיף הַקוֹרוֹנָה.

וְקַבֵל בְרַחֲמִים וּבְרָצוֹן אֶת תְפִלָתֵנוּ.

אָמֵן

(“AH-nah EHL rah-KHOOM və-khah-NOON, tə-HEH hah-shah-AH hah-ZOHT shə-AHT rah-khah-MEEM və-EHT rah-TSOHN mee-lə-fah-NEH-khah. tah-KHOHN və-tahkh-MOHL oot-rah-KHEHM ah-LEHY-noo, ah-nah-SHEEM, nah-SHEEM vah-TAHF, və-tah-tsee-LEH-noo mee-KOHL PEH-gah RAH oo-veef-RAHT mee-nah-GEEF hah-koh-ROH-nah ha-meet-pah-SHEHT bə-KHOHL rahkh-VEHY hah-oh-LAHM ah-SHEHR rah-BEEM khah-lah-LEEM hee-PEEL, oor-vah-VOHT vah-ah-lah-FEEM NEKH-loo və-need-bə-KOO VOH.

hoh-shee-EH-noo və-rah-khah-MEH-noo və-hah-tsee-LEH-noo. KEE KHEHN dahr-kə-KHAH lah-ah-SOHT KHEH-sehd khee-NAHM bə-KHOHL DOHR vah-DOHR.

ree-BOHN KOHL hah-oh-lah-MEEM, hah-ah-LEH ah-roo-KHAH oo-mahr-PEH lə-KHOHL tah-khah-loo-EHY-noo, ool-KHOHL mahkh-oh-VEHY-noo ool-KHOHL mah-koh-TEHY-noo. oosh-LAHKH mah-ZOHR lə-mah-khah-LAH ZOH. və-hah-TSEHL EHT hah-oh-LAHM koo-LOH mee-KOHL DEH-vehr oo-mah-geh-FAH oo-veef-RAHT mee-nah-GEEF hah-koh-ROH-nah.

və-kah-BEHL bə-rah-khah-MEEM oov-rah-TSOHN EHT tə-fee-lah-TEH-noo. ah-MEHN.”)

Please, our merciful and gracious God, let this be a time of mercy and good will before you. Show grace, compassion and mercy to all of us: men, women, and children. Save us from bad affliction, and in particular from the coronavirus which is spreading throughout the world, and which has felled many, and many tens of thousands have become ill and infected with it.

Save us, have mercy on us, and rescue us, because it is your way to do gratuitous kindness in every single generation.

Master of the universe, bring recovery and healing for all our diseases, sufferings and injuries, and send a cure for this disease. Rescue the entire world from every pestilence and plague, and in particular from the coronavirus.

And receive our prayer with mercy and good will.

Amen.

In terms of where you might wish to direct your act of tzdakah, permit me to suggest 3 galaxy-class research institutions:

  1. La Jolla Institute for Immunology

  2. Johns Hopkins Medicine - COVID-19 Research

  3. Cleveland Clinic COVID-19 Response

In one of the major commentaries to the Biblical tale about migdahl bavel (the Tower of Babel), the rabbis taught that the thing that really, truly got God the angriest at the people was not their narcissistic desire to “Make ourselves a name” (Gen. 11:4), but rather the heartless way in which they responded to tragedy. According to this commentary, it happened that one of the tower builders, nearing the top of the structure, heavy brick in hand, fell to his death. And instead of the other builders feeling terribly over the loss of a human life, they were infinitely more concerned and angered over the lost brick . . . which now had to be remade and brought back up to top of the structure. In other words, God’s anger was kindled - and thus “co” (my dual “he/she” pronoun for the Divine) confused their speech because they put materiality far above humanity.

Let us not, I pray, fall pray to the same sin.

Now, more than ever, we must rise to the challenge and with combined prayers, compassion, generosity, empathy and that which is best in each and every one of us, speak one language . . . the language of healing and humanity.

Copyright©2020 Kurt F. Stone

From Your Mouth to God's Ear

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Yesterday, Friday May 15, POTUS and members of the administration confidently proclaimed that the U.S. will be able to distribute a full-scale coronavirus vaccine by the end of the year. The project, POTUS explained to the world, has been given the name Operation Warp Speed. Explaining its purpose and aims, POTUS, in an overly repetitively redundant bit of rhetorical puffery, called it “A massive scientific, industrial, and logistical endeavor unlike anything our country has seen since the Manhattan Project.  You really could say that nobody has seen anything like we’re doing . . .Nobody has seen anything like we’re doing now, within our country, since the Second World War.  Incredible.” As I listened to the least truthful president in American history proclaim, once again, that his newest scientific gambit would see a successful, surefire anti-Covid-19 vaccine available for all those who want it - hopefully - by the beginning of next year, all I could think of was the old Yiddish expression “פֿון דיין מויל צו גאָט ס אויער” (pronounced fun dyne moyel tzu gaht’s aoyer, and meaning “From your mouth to God’s ears”).

From the political point of view, 45’s creation of “Warp Speed” is perfectly understandable - although filled with foul air. After having been caught accusing his predecessor of engaging in the “biggest political scandal in the history of the United States” (Obamagate) he had to quickly change lanes when Majority Leader McConnell admitted to having lied about Obama leaving the incoming Trump administration without any plan or background info on an upcoming pandemic. So how to live this down? Simple . . . a return to happy talk and empty promises. And BTW, ‘45 even managed to throw a bit of red meat to his most strident supporters by mentioning that the upcoming vaccine would only be for those who “wanted to take it” - thus leaving room for those who believe vaccines are part of a conspiracy funded by George Soros and the rest of the Lesbian Left.

From a purely scientific/medical point of view, ’45 is once again delving into areas he knows nothing about . . . like how much time, effort, trial and error it takes for vaccines, medical devices and new procedures to earn the Good Housekeeping Seal of Approval: in this case, the imprimatur of the Food and Drug Administration (FDA). Even if a med. vaccine or device is granted “humanitarian use” status, it’s not going to start changing the world overnight. And for good reason.

In the world of medical research, there are a ton of hoops to jump through before a med, vaccine or device is approved. Welcome to the largely unknown world of medical ethics and Institutional Review Boards. In order to understand what we’re talking about, let’s quickly go back to the so-called “Doctor’s Trial” at Nuremberg. On December 9, 1946, an American military tribunal opened criminal proceedings against twenty-three leading German physicians and administrators for their willing participation in war crimes and crimes against humanity. Officially called United States of America v. Karl Brandt et al, the trial was the first of twelve similar proceedings against Nazi doctors held by the United States following World War II. Without getting into too much detail, the trials proved that nearly two-dozen German doctors were responsible for carrying out horrific medical experiments on mostly Jewish “patients” without either their knowledge, much less their consent. As a result of the trials’ findings, a movement began which eventually made it mandatory that anyone participating in clinical trials be protected and have full knowledge of what was about to be done by way of experimentation. And, perhaps most importantly, making it crystal clear that any such participation must be both voluntary and retractable.

Thus was a new world - and a new level of protection - created in order to safeguard the rights of people engaged in medical experimentation.

Over the past 75 years, the world of medical ethics (which a lot of idiots consider to be an oxymoron) has become an integral part of clinical trials - the pursuit of creating new medicines, devices and procedures while keeping an ever watchful eye on the safety of human subjects. Personally, I have been an active member of an Institutional Review Board - the technical name for such panels - for the past quarter century; 18 with the Cleveland Clinic and the past 7 with Advarra, the largest such group in the world. Our board, by law, is made up of MDs in various specialties, pharmacologists, bio-engineers and at least two “civilians” whose responsibility is vetting and translating informed consent documents into understandable English. The latter has long been my specialty. As such, I have been privy to literally thousands of medical protocols, modifications, informed consent forms (ICFs) and continuing review documents.

Through all these years, I have learned an awful lot about the world of medicine. I have seen up close and personal just how much time, effort money and brilliance goes into taking an idea or theory and eventually turning what once was a mere pipe dream into a panacea. A high percentage of the “pipe dreams” will never pass muster; will never get FDA approval and thus become marketable. In order to succeed, “drug X,” “device Y” or “surgical procedure Z” must first go through animal studies, then a minimum of 3 separate “phases,” which first are given or undergone to (or by) healthy human subjects . . . with their full knowledge and retractable consent.

In these “phase 1” studies researchers investigate whether the drug in question is safe. This is accomplished by looking closely at maximum dose tolerability, pharmacokinetics “PK” - a branch of pharmacology which looks at absorption, distribution, metabolism and excretion (ADME), pharmacogenetics “PG” - which is concerned with the effect of genetic factors on reactions to the drug in question, and pharmacodynamics “PD” which investigates how the drug affects the human body. In phase 1 studies, subjects are informed that not only is their participation voluntary, it must not be considered a treatment for any known disease of medical issue.

In “phase 2,” the question for researchers becomes “does the treatment (or drug-in-the-making) work? In phase 2 clinical trials, participants actually have some form of the disease in question. With regards to some phase 2 trials for Covid-19, subjects may have a mild form of the disease or have recovered. Herein, researchers are likely to investigate whether or not the body has developed antibodies which may, in turn, be used to create vaccines. In phase 2 trials, subjects may receive the the same dose amounts, a Single Ascending Dose (SAD), a Multiple Ascending Dose (MAD) or be part of what is called “double-blind, placebo-controlled trial. “Double-blind” means that neither the investigator(s) nor subject(s) know what dose is being administered, or whether the unknown dose is the drug in question or a “dummy” pill or infusion. This is called a “placebo.”

Now on to “phase 3,” in which, generally speaking, these clinical trials compare the safety and effectiveness of the new treatment against the current standard treatment. Because doctors do not yet know if the new drug is better than the “standard of care” (SOC), subjects are usually randomized to get either the standard treatment or the new treatment.

Under normal circumstances it takes at least a year - and frequently far more - to go from animal studies to phase 3. In the case of Covid-19, things are different; these are by no means “normal circumstances.” There is as yet no “standard of care.” At the moment, there are a minimum of 100 ongoing studies around the world. Many deal with the creation of a full-blown vaccine; some deal exclusively with creating better and more effective test kits; others are investigating things like T-cells found in Covid -19 patients and whether this will bode well for long-term immunity. Biopharma and biotech companies across the globe are approaching the fight against Covid-19 with various weapons—repurposed drugs, antivirals, vaccines and clinical antibodies. This is pure science. The fact that so many agencies within the federal government, university medical laboratories and private corporations are working around the clock is a hopeful sign.

The politics of Covid-19 is something else. In recent weeks, we’ve seen and heard POTUS hawking the use of Hydroxychloroquine and the antibiotic Azithromycin (“Z-Pak”) as a panacea for the treatment and eventual eradication of Covid-19. Besides being totally devoid of any knowledge of things pharmacological, POTUS is causing time, talent and money to be wasted trying to prove that he is correct. Just the other day, the website of the National Institutes of Health informed the public that they were entered a phase 2b clinical trial investigating whether this “cocktail” can be efficacious. This comes on top of POTUS’s recent - and utterly reckless - suggestion that ingesting or infusing bleach into the human body might be effective. Shortly after having the entire medical/scientific community come down on him like the front line of the New England Patriots, he changed his tune and said he was merely being “sarcastic.”

Now comes “Operation Warp Speed.” From what I know about medical ethics and the closely-watched procedures involved in creating new medications, there are precisely two possibilities that Operation Warp Speed will be approved by the FDA and be made available to the public by the end of 2020: absolutely none and less than that. That is unless POTUS forces the NIH, FDA, HHS and a host of other scientific watchdogs to turn a blind eye to medical oversight . . . to turn back the clock to a time just after the “Doctors’ Trials.” This is truly unconscionable, immoral and, to my way of thinking, overtly illegal.

On the bright side, some of the best medical/scientific minds on the planet are working day and night to rein in this ghastly pandemic. From where I sit and the protocols we at Advarra have already been privy to, Covid-19, like the Spanish Flu of 1918/19 (not 1917, as POTUS believes) shall be overcome.

What America and the world needs now, more than ever, are leaders who are acutely aware of what they do not know, and get on with the work of saving the world because of what scientific and medical researchers do know.

פֿון אונדזער מויל צו גאָט ס אויער

(fun undzayr moyel tzu gaht’s aoyer “From our mouth to God’s ear!”)

174 days until the next election.

Copyright©2020 Kurt F. Stone

Oh, If Only Someone Would Leave His Mic On!

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Earlier today, we posted an essay on my Tales From Hollywood & Vine blog entitled Budd Schulberg: Mostly Unknown But Still the Best of the Best. For those who haven’t gotten around to reading it - or simply don’t engage in the joy of my Hollywood blog, it details a bit about the life and accomplishments of a truly great writer, Seymour Wilson (Budd) Schulberg (1914-2005). The son of early movie mogul B(enjamin) P(ercival) and Adeline (Jaffee) Schulberg, who ran one of the oldest and best talent agencies in Hollywood, Budd was a Dartmouth graduate who became a legendary novelist and screenwriter. His best-known novel, What Makes Sammy Run?, which was published when he was still in his 20’s, has long been considered the best piece of Hollywood fiction ever written. It was so good . . . so very true-to-life that no one in Hollywood has ever made a film version of it.

Schulberg also wrote the screenplays for, among other films, On the Waterfront, The Harder They Fall, and A Face In the Crowd, which is perhaps the most haunting, most politically prophetic of all films.  Based on a Schulberg short-story entitled Your Arkansas Traveler, A Face in the Crowd (starring Andy Griffith in his first motion picture) tells the story of Larry “Lonesome” Rhodes, a drunken rural hick from Riddle, Arkansas who, with the help of radio publicist Marcia Jeffries (Patricia Neal) goes from being a small-town radio host to a Will Rogers-like national phenomenon with a national following and an ingravescent ego.  Before too long, “Lonesome” is approached by advertisers to endorse their products, and politicians who wish both his imprimatur and personal tutorial sessions in how to come across as “just a regular guy.”  Before too long, as “Lonesome” is grooming his own presidential candidate, Senator Worthington Fuller (played by former silent movie director Marshall Neilan), he gets his comeuppance: Marcia purposefully  leaves his mic on at the end of the show; the nation-wide audience who had believed him to be the heart and soul of down-home morality and virtue (“The family that prays together stays together” is his customary sign-off slogan) now hear him refer to both Senator Fuller, his sponsors, advertisers and listeners, as “idiots,” “clowns” and “jerks.” Within  24 hours, “Lonesome” has lost everything.  The movie ends with him screaming “MARSHA, MARSHA, MARSHA” from the balcony of his 25-room penthouse apartment as the woman who created  - and has now destroyed - him  drives off in a cab with radio writer Mel Miller (Walter Matthau) who loves her with every fiber of his college-educated being.

Whenever I watch A Face in the Crowd (I will be running it tomorrow for FAU Boca) or reread Your Arkansas Traveler, I can’t help think how similar Lonesome Rhodes and “The Donald: are:

  • Both have titanic egos which likely mask a malignant inferiority complex;

  • Both claim to know more about virtually anything and everything than people who are actual card-carrying experts;

  • Both firmly believe they are impervious to the taunts and jeers of those who have seen through him . . . that the masses are asses

  • Both are notorious womanizers who are as addicted to sins of the flesh as a gourmand is to greasy cheeseburgers, and

  • Both are like the Platte River: a mile wide at the mouth and six inches deep.

One of the most obvious differences between Lonesome and The Donald has nothing to do with reality versus fiction, for indeed, they are frequently difficult to separate. No, one of the great differences has to do with each man’s audience. Lonesome’s national audience had the ability to be turned off by their idol’s sheer hypocrisy; to turn their backs on him when they learned he was a fraud. The Donald’s core constituency, on the other hand,  really couldn’t give a fig if he’s telling the truth or lying through his teeth; whether he knows what he’s talking about or is merely whistling in the dark; whether he’s truly caring and empathetic or merely wearing makeup. Then too, there doesn’t seem to be a single Marcia Jeffries in Trump’s circle of advisors or assistants; no one with the guts to leave his microphone on once the show has concluded. Kellyann Conway? Hope Hicks? Jared Kushner? Stephen Miller? Kayleigh McEnany? I don’t think so.

And even if there were someone - anyone - of a mind to keep the sound running, what would the public response be? Would those who already think the POTUS is nothing more than a fraudulent gas bag start thinking even worse of him? Is this humanly possible? And as for those who would slog through the Okefenokee Swamp on their knees for him, is there anything - like losing a job, falling prey to Covid-19 or getting evicted from one’s house, trailer or apartment, that would cause them to change their minds,  don masks and throw away their red MAGA hats? Again, I doubt it.

As much as I pray for but a single Marcia Jeffries to emerge from the sludge surrounding ‘45 and keep his mic on, it is not likely to happen. What can - and must - happen is for those who have long understood that our POTUS is no better than Lonesome Rhodes to become the microphones . . . to sound the alarm through making contributions, campaigning via the internet, making sure that everyone can vote by mail and ultimately sending ‘45 back to his penthouse where he can spend the rest of his days shouting out “MARSHA! MARSHA! MARSHA!

181 days until the next election.

Copyright©2020 Kurt F. Stone

Trump, Bezos and Ben Franklin: A Chess Game Played in Hell

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On July 26, 1775, the Continental Congress appointed Dr. Benjamin Franklin Postmaster General of what would within a year be called the United States of America. Over the past 245 years, America has had 75 Postmasters. The first - and to far only - woman to serve as Postmistress General, Megan Brennan, is scheduled to retire shortly.  According to a survey last year by the Pew Research Center, 90% of the American public has a favorable view of the United States Postal Service (USPS), handily outdistancing even such other popular federal agencies as the National Park Service and NASA.

Not only is the Post Office widely popular: it is of immense importance to the well-being of the nation. Establishing “post offices and post roads” is one of the powers of Congress explicitly enumerated in the Constitution, right up there with the power to tax and borrow, declare war, coin money, establish federal courts and issue patents and copyrights. And yet, despite its vast popularity and historic centrality, there are those who have long sought to dismember and then privatize the USPS. Chief among them are the nation’s current Chief Executive and his most doting, most conservative acolytes and financial backers. The question is, of course, “Why? Why do they want to dismember the USPS?” In truth, IMPOTUS’s reasoning is quite a bit different - and more obvious - than that of his political allies. In order to get a grip on the political right’s modus operandi, we must go back in time to the year 2006, when the Republican-controlled 109th Congress passed the Postal Accountability and Enhancement Act (PAEA) which required the USPS to create a $72 billion fund to pay for the cost of its post-retirement health care costs . . . 75 years into the future. This burden applies to no other federal agency or private corporation. PAEA must have been extremely important to those who introduced, supported and voted for its passage: from its initial introduction into the hopper to presidential signature was a mere 13 days (Dec. 7-Dec. 20, 2006).  

Writing in the journal of the Institute for Policy Studiesauthors Sarah Anderson, Scott Klinger and Brian Wakamo noted: If the costs of this retiree health care mandate were removed from the USPS financial statements, the Post Office would have reported operating profits in each of the last six years. This extraordinary mandate created a financial “crisis” that has been used to justify harmful service cuts and even calls for postal privatization. Additional cuts in service and privatization would be devastating for millions of postal workers and customers. Again, the question is “Why?” I’m not terribly sure what was behind the original bill and the speed-of-light alacrity which Congress used to get it passed and signed. For Republicans it is understandable: they have a tendency to want to see the federal agencies and programs shrink-wrapped to the point where they are eventually turned over to the private sector. That I can understand even if I am decidedly against it. However, two of the three co-signers of the PAEA (H.R. 6407) joining in with the bill’s author, Virginia Republican Tom Davis - were Democrats . . . one of whom was Henry Waxman (D-CA), one of his era’s craftiest and most universally respected progressives. So when I say “I don’t understand,” believe me . . . I don’t understand!

The part I do understand - minus the Democratic support - is that Congress was setting a future trap for USPS; making it possible to blame them for fiscal incompetence . . . for losing billions upon billions of dollars. Well, if it hadn’t have been for passage of H.R. 6407 in the first place, Ben Franklin’s great great, great, great grandchildren would have been showing sizable profits.

Just about a year ago (April 29, 2019 to be precise) Oregon Democrat Peter DeFazio filed H.R. 2382, the “USPS Fairness Act,” which would eliminate the pre-funding requirement. Advocates claim that it could single-handedly put the Postal Service out of the red and into the black. (At present, it is estimated that unless something is done soon, USPS will run out of money by 2024). Supporters argue the bill makes financial sense, puts the Postal Service on an even footing with literally every other federal agency, and helps ensure the solvency of one the programs that most directly affects ordinary Americans. The bill garnered 301 cosponsors (61 of whom were Republicans, and passed the House on February 5, 2020 by a veto-proof vote of 309-106. It was then sent over to the Senate where it picked up 5 cosponsors and was assigned to the Committee on Homeland Security and Governmental Affairs. It has gone no further since and likely will languish . . . especially in light of IMPOTUS’s recent involvement in the issue.

Then there’s IMPOTUS’ line of argumentation. This past Friday he threatened to block an emergency loan to shore up the U.S. Postal Service unless it dramatically raised shipping prices on online retailers, an unprecedented move to seize control of the agency that analysts said could plunge its finances into a deeper hole. “The Postal Service is a joke,” Trump told reporters in the Oval Office. To obtain a $10 billion line of credit Congress approved this month, “The post office should raise the price of a package by approximately four times,” he said.  Several administration officials, speaking on condition of anonymity, have said Trump’s criticism of Postal Service rates is rooted in a desire to hurt Amazon in particular. They have said that he fumes publicly and privately at Amazon’s founder Jeff Bezos, who also owns The Washington Post, for news coverage that Trump believes is unfair.  Of course, raising postal rates “by approximately four times” would likely hurt rural Americans - heretofore among his strongest, most loyal allies - the most. 

Delivering packages has been a good business for the Postal Service, making up just 5 percent of the Postal Service’s volume, but accounting for 30 percent of its revenue. And package volume jumped 53 percent last week, compared with the same period in 2019, as a homebound nation dives into e-commerce for groceries, prescriptions and household essentials. As much as IMPOTUS believes this to be the start of a game-winning strategy which will end up in a fifteen-move “check mate,” he is actually playing his to opponent’s game plan.  What he likely does not realize is that should USPS raise its shipping rates by 400%, Amazon can easily save money by doing even more of its own shipping . . . which no doubt would be quite harmful to USPS.  But far from being able to blame Amazon for the post office’s further economic slide, voters will blame Donald Trump.  And there’s not thing one he can do about it.

‘45 has long claimed that he is “the most transparent president in American history.”  Goodness knows, he says it at  least one a week.  And it’s just possible that in this deranged bit of braggadocio, he is telling the truth without really knowing it. How so?  For as long as he’s been in the public eye - whether in real estate, on television, in the air at the head of some eponymous wine, water, airline or tie - he has clearly massaged those who massage him and attempted to pummel those who will not praise him.  Cases in point: his obsessive ridding - if not eradicating - virtually every accomplishment of Barack Obama and his administration.   His belittling, deprecating and re-tagging people who do not, will not and cannot go along with him.  In these things, he is both obvious and transparent.  (One of the latest is his renaming Amazon founder - as well as publisher of the  Washington Post and wealthiest person on the planet  - Jeff Bezos “Jeff Bozo.”)  It must really be galling for IMPOTUS to have to  play someone else’s game only to realize that he’s getting closer and closer to hearing the words “check mate.”  

189 days until the next election.

Copyright©2020 Kurt F. Stone




A Dream to End a Nightmare

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I had a most vibrant and bizarre dream last night; it was both haunting and hopeful . . . a full-spectrum middle-of-the-night Technicolor fantasy. But oh what a hallucination . . . a danse macabre set just beyond the portals of hell; its dramatis personae consisting of IMPOTUS, Vice President Pence and members of that omnium gatherum (motley crew) known as The Cabinet: V.P. Pence, A.G. Barr, Secretaries Pompeo, Mnuchin, Esper, Bernhardt, Perdue, Ross, Scalia, Azar, Carson, Chao, Brouilette, De Vos, Wilke, and Wolfe, as well as sub-cabinet officials Meadows, Lighthizer, Grenell, Vought, Haspell, Wheeler and Carranza. For reasons best known only to my subconscious and perhaps Dr. Freud, I held center-stage, wielding a gavel while mostly holding the attention of 23 pairs of eyes and ears.  I was speaking about their boss, the 45th POTUS:

“Ladies and gentlemen: I deeply appreciate your giving me a few minutes of your time. What I want to discuss with you may well change the course of American history. I know, it sounds terribly dramatic and I am a “Hollywood Brat,” so it’s likely that what I’ve got to say is part of my genetic inheritance. Nonetheless, I have also been deeply enmeshed in politics - both its history and practice - for more than half a century, so what I am about to present is also embedded in my personal experience.”

“By now, you are all, at some level, fully aware that the man you serve is deeply, deeply flawed - intellectually, psychologically, and morally. By now you know that he is a raging egomaniac, a pathological liar and a textbook narcissist. He is intellectually flawed, lacks even a simulacrum of curiosity, and is, at least to my way of thinking, a thoroughgoing moral albino. The intellectual side of him reminds me of how Mark Twain described King Arthur in A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court (Ch. 28): ‘He wasn’t a very heavy weight, intellectually. His head was an hour-glass; it could stow an idea, but it had to do it a grain at a time, not the whole idea at once.’ You all have your individual reasons for having kept your collective mouths shut during the first 3 years of his presidency as he has told an average of 10 lies a day while turning the United States into a subsidiary of his personal financial empire. You have stood by while he has befriended many of the planet’s most notorious dictators and autocrats while mocking, belittling and making public enemies of anyone and everyone in the American government and society who does not agree with him. You have remained seated on your thumbs and been utterly silent while he turns our free press into traitors and the vast majority of immigrants, refugees and asylees into murderers, rapists and unrepentant drug dealers. How can you live with yourselves?  Behind closed doors some of you may have winced; in public, you have acquiesced.  To say the least, this, in no manner, speaks well of you; it makes of you little more than heinous abettors.”

"I simply cannot imagine what you’re thinking about when you are alone, your heads on your pillows in the dead of night. Could it be that some of you, due to your religious weltanschauung or eschatology actually find merit and prophetic fulfillment in the effect your boss has on the world? Do you somehow believe he is the one prophesied by the Bible to oppose Jesus and substitute himself in Christ's place before the Second Coming, and that therefore you are more than willing - even delighted - to put up with all his neuroses, nastiness and utter b.s. in order to bring about the end-times as found in the First and Second Epistle of John? God help us if that is the case for those among you - like Pence, Pompeo, Barr and DeVos, who are yearning for the fulfillment of prophecy.”

“Doesn’t it brother you that unlike any other president in American history, IMPOTUS has shown an all but pathological disdain for building global alliances and forging meaningful cooperation at a time of international crisis?  Instead, he has used the Covid-19 pandemic as an excuse to carry out his most vile political programs,  such as  totally shutting down immigration to the U.S., shoveling hundreds upon hundreds of billions of dollars into the maw of big business, and drawing deep divides between so-called ‘red and blue states.’  Are these the actions of a leader . . . let alone a sane, liberty-loving human being? This president will go down in history as the worst, most maladroit, unprepared and venal in history. If he had his way, he would cancel the 2020 election and continue absorbing more and more power during a time of political, economic and medical crisis.  My question to you at this point  is ‘Why oh why do you remain silent?’  Are you afraid of him?  Afraid he’ll fire you and call you dirty names?  Oh come now, every one of you took a deep cut in salary to assume the positions you now occupy.  Are you afraid that if you turn on him it will mean the end your career in public service?  Tell me: after what you’ve gone through with IMPOTUS, would you ever want to continue serving the public?”

“As New York Times White House correspondents Katie Rogers and Annie Karni wrote in an extensive piece just the other day, he has pretty much isolated himself in the White House’s family quarters, watching endless hours of Fox News and spitting out dozens upon dozens of angry, vindictive cyber thunder bolts. ‘The president sees few allies no matter which channel he clicks. He is angry even with Fox, an old security blanket, for not portraying him as he would like to be seen. And he makes time to watch Gov. Andrew M. Cuomo’s briefings from New York, closely monitoring for a sporadic compliment or snipe. Confined to the White House, the president is isolated from the supporters, visitors, travel and golf that once entertained him, according to more than a dozen administration officials and close advisers who spoke about Mr. Trump’s strange new life.  This is a man on the verge of a total collapse.”

“Don’t you, ladies and gentlemen of the Cabinet, understand that under your boss, America has lost much of its prestige, thus becoming an embarrassment both at home and abroad? That we’ve lost our role as a beacon of light; that we are increasingly becoming a second- or even third-rate nation while much of the world is now looking to China and Russia for leadership and guidance? Does this not concern you? Are any of you willing to stand up, put on your political armor and scream out ENOUGH IS ENOUGH?”

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“If only you had the courage and conviction to use the ultimate power of the Constitution, and invoke the 25th Amendment, thereby declaring that this man is mentally incapable of carrying out his mandated duties, you would be accomplishing more for the future of the United States than any contingent of Generals, Admirals and front-line troups?” If there will be any of you who needs a quick twenty-twenty on the 25th Amendment, which was originally suggested by Dwight Eisenhower and ratified on June 10, 1967, just ask; I’ll be glad to help you out.  Any questions or concerns. . .?”

It was at this point that my dream came to an end and I found myself stretching and, has long been my early morning custom, doing everything in my power to recapture a dream or two from the night before.  This particular dream . . . the one based upon a monstrous nightmare . . . seemed so real that I had to immediately grope for the bedside radio and flip on NPR’s “Morning Edition” in order to see if  perhaps it hadn’t been a dream . . . that the nightmare had really, truly ended.  But alas, it was a dream.

Ever since, I have been daydreaming; hoping against hope that those 23 pairs of eyes and ears will have the same dream tonight . . .tomorrow at the latest . . . and that once and for all, this nightmare will end. 

God knows, we all need it.

195 days until the next election.

Copyright©2020 Kurt F. Stone

 

 

 

 

"When I Hear Music, I Fear No Danger"

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Without question, these are very strange, trying, and frightening times. We’ve been through them before and shall no doubt go through them again . . . but not quite like this. I wonder if we will ever again say the noun normal without first using the adjective new or putting the term in finger quotes. For some, times like these call for extra shots of Cocchi Vermouth di Verino or 25-year old Dalmore; for others it might involve watching Casablanca for the 900th time or rereading Sinclair Lewis’ It Can’t Happen Here for the 12th time. If it weren’t that I post weekly thousand-word political essays and lecture on both politics and political history online (until we get back into the classroom) I wouldn’t be spending any time watching the news or reading the Times, Post or The New Yorker.  It’s just so all-fired nauseating.

To me, one of the healthiest things a fellow sufferer can do (gym is closed) is listen to music . . . and not just any music.  Selecting precisely which tunes from what genres can keep one’s psyche safely afloat.  And then, the mere act of listening and singing or humming along can act as a wondrous humane cocoon.  The right song, the best sonata, that chart-topper from ages long gone, can be a restorative panacea for a torturous pandemic.  One is reminded of Thoreau’s marvelous bit of insight: When I hear music, I fear no danger! 

Wishing ever so much to allay a bit of fear and loathing while pasting a smile and a remembrance of things past (avec mes excuses, M. Proust) I would like to share with you 3 songs: one which can bring a tear to the eye; one which can put a smile on the face, and the 3rd which will hopefully put a bit of awe and optimism into the soul.

The first is Paul Simon’s 1973 piece American Tune, as sung by Paul and Art Garfunkle (who did not appear on the original recording) at a concert in New York’s Central Park on September 19,, 1981. The ever dexterous Simon “borrowed” the major motif for this song from J.S. Bach’s St. Matthew Passion (who in turn bodily stole it from a composer named Hans Leo Hassler) and is, in my mind, the most patriotic, most deeply American song ever written.  It is one of the few songs always - and I mean ALWAYS - brought tears to my eyes:

"American Tune"
Many's the time I've been mistaken
And many times confused
Yes, and I've often felt forsaken
And certainly misused
But I'm all right, I'm all right
I'm just weary to my bones
Still, you don't expect to be
Bright and bon vivant
So far away from home, so far away from home

And I don't know a soul who's not been battered
I don't have a friend who feels at ease
I don't know a dream that's not been shattered
or driven to its knees
But it's all right, it's all right
For we've lived so well so long
Still, when I think of the road we're traveling on
I wonder what's gone wrong
I can't help it, I wonder what's gone wrong

And I dreamed I was dying
I dreamed that my soul rose unexpectedly
And looking back down at me
Smiled reassuringly
And I dreamed I was flying
And high up above my eyes could clearly see
The Statue of Liberty
Sailing away to sea
And I dreamed I was flying

We come on the ship they call the Mayflower
We come on the ship that sailed the moon
We come in the age's most uncertain hour
and sing an American tune
But it's all right, it's all right
You can't be forever blessed
Still, tomorrow's going to be another working day
And I'm trying to get some rest
That's all, I'm trying to get some rest

Next comes “Fly Me to the Moon,” written by Bart Howard and Kaye Ballad in 1954, and most famously, recorded by Frank Sinatra in 1964 and closely associated with the initial Apollo flight to the moon.  Over the years it has also been recorded by the likes of Tony Bennett, Louis Armstrong, Nat King Cole and Judy Garland.  The version we include is here by the then 5 year old Sophie Fatu, an extraordinarily talented little girl who really has music in her soul.  I posted this last week on my Facebook page and received a lot of “likes” and “loves.”  I have already watched/listed to it a couple of dozen times.  To me, it expresses the delight, the energy and simple pure sweetness of extreme youth . . .  an emotional pick-me-up at a time of extreme fatigue:

 "Fly Me To The Moon (In Other Words)"

Fly me to the moon
Let me play among the stars
Let me see what spring is like
On a-Jupiter and Mars

In other words: hold my hand
In other words: baby, kiss me

Fill my heart with song
And let me sing for ever more
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore

In other words: please, be true
In other words: I love you

Fill my heart with song
Let me sing for ever more
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore

In other words: please, be true
In other words, in other words: I love you

Lastly, The Weight, a 1968 song written by Robbie Robertson and recorded by his group, “The Band,” one of the greatest rock bands of all time. It is a fairly esoteric piece containing the end-of stanza phrase:

Take a load off Fanny
Take a load for free
Take a load off Fanny
And (and, and) you put the load right on me
(You put the load right on me)

The reason I included this song is two-fold:

  1. It always brings me back to my years as an undergraduate at the University of California: a time of growth, of exploration and experimentation, a time of political awakening and spiritual growth; a time - even before Woodstock - when we truly believed our generation could change and heal the world, and

  2. The extraordinary new, online version of this song in which musicians from virtually all over the globe - some world famous, many unknown outside their own neighborhoods, combine in the isolation wrought by Covid-19, to record and video a single song. Like Michael Jackson’s “We Are the World,” it sends a message of healing; that together, people from all over the world, working in harmony towards a single goal, can accomplish great things for humanity. Unlike Jackson’s paean - in which dozens upon dozens of musicians gathered on a single recording stage - this time around, Robertson’s message was recorded and performed all over the planet . . . in perfect musical and human unity.

To me, watching and listening to this wondrously conceived, brilliantly mastered piece of musical technology, shows what people can accomplish by working together. Together, perhaps, we can make the world more a family sharing pretty much the same dangers and dreams, inspired by the same goals and ambitions. This weight is truly The Weight:


"The Weight (Concert Version)"
(from "The Last Waltz" soundtrack)

I pulled into Nazareth, just to feelin' about half past dead
I just need to place where I can lay my head
"Uh, mister, can you tell me where a man might find a bed?"
He just grinned and shook my hand, but "no" was all he said

Take a load off Fanny
Take a load for free
Take a load off Fanny
And (and, and) you put the load right on me
(You put the load right on me)

I picked up my bag, and went a-lookin' for a place to hide
When I saw Carmen and the Devil walkin' side by side
And I said, "Hey, Carmen, come on would you go downtown?"
She said, "Well, I gotta go but my friend can stick around."

Take a load off Fanny
Take a load for free
Take a load off Fanny
And (and, and) you put the load right on me
(You put the load right on me)

Go down, Miss Moses, there ain't nothin' you can say
'Cause it's just old Luke and Luke's a-waitin' on the Judgment Day
"Well, now, Luke, my friend, what about young Anna Lee?"
He said, "Do me a favor, son, won't you stay and keep this Anna Lee company?"

And take a load off Fanny
Take a load for free
Take a load off Fanny
And (and, and) you put the load right on me
(You put the load right on me)

Crazy Chester followed me, yes, he caught me in the fog
He said, "I will fix your rack if you take old Jack, my dog."
I said, "Wait a minute, Chester, you know I'm a peaceful man."
He said, "That's OK, boy, won't you feed old Chester when the other eat."

Yeah, take a load off Fanny
Take a load for free
Take a load off Fanny
And (and, and) you put the load right on me
(You put the load right on me)

I catch a cannon ball now to take me over down the line
'Cause my bag is sinkin' low and I do believe it's time
To get back to Miss Fanny, you know that she's the only one
She sent me here with her regards for everyone

Take a load off Fanny
Take a load for free
Take a load off Fanny
And (and, and) you put the load right on me
(You put the load right on me).

H.D. Thoreau is/was/always shall be true when he begins his verse: “When I hear music, I shall fear no danger . . .”

So too is the end of the verse right on the money: “I am invulnerable. I see no foe. I am related to the earliest times, and to the latest.”

Stay safe.  Stay healthy.  Stay kind.  Stay humble.  Stay home.


Copyright©1954, Bart Howard, Kaye Ballard
Copyright©1968, Robbie Robertson
Copyright©1973, Paul Simon

Copyright©2020, Kurt F. Stone










"Damnatio Memoriae" Or, When Was the Last Time Anyone Named a Kid Caligula?

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Damnatio memoriae is a Latin phrase literally meaning condemnation of memory, the sense being a judgment that a person must not be remembered. It was a form of dishonor that could be passed by the Roman Senate upon traitors or others who brought dishonor to the Roman State. The intent was to erase someone from history, a task somewhat easier in ancient times, when documentation was much sparser. In ancient Rome, the practice of damnatio memoriae could be used to condemn Roman elites and emperors after their deaths. He/they could have their property seized, their names erased, and whatever statues, coins or friezes might exist, reworked. Then too, it was a sure sign that no one would ever again be called by those names; I mean, when was the last time anyone named a child Caligula, Nero, Domitian (that’s his effaced bust on the left) or Vespasian?

(n.b. the Romans weren’t the only ones into damnatio memoriae: centuries before the Romans, the Egyptians removed all mention of Queen Hatshepsut and Pharaoh Akhenaten (the husband of Queen Nefertiti) from royal history; as recently as 2011, Hosni Mubarak, the President of Egypt for almost 30 years, was deposed. After his deposition, the names of both Hosni and his wife, Suzanne, were removed from all Egyptian monuments. The Soviets under Stalin were also hip deep in this practice, becoming expert at eliminating enemies of the state from photographs in which they were originally posed next their “revered leader.” The most famous case was likely that of Nikolai Yezhov, nicknamed ‘The Vanishing Commisar.’ Then too, it is an ancient Jewish custom to “blot out the name of Amalek” - from whom the wicked Haman was descended “from under the Heavens” - by the sound of noisemakers on the joyous [some would say “frivolous”] holiday known as Purim (c.f. Deut. 25:15.)

Were it up to me, I would heartily reimpliment damnatio memoriae and not just for the current POTUS.  Indeed, I would gladly place under this umbrella of ignominy the names of Mike Pence (V.P.), Mike Pompeo (Sec. of State), William Barr (Attorney General), Steven Mnuchin (Sec. of Treasury), Wilbur Ross (Sec. of Commerce), Betsy DeVos (Sec. of Education), Ben Carson (Sec. of Housing and Urban Development), and Elaine Chaio (Sec. of Transportation, not to mention Senator Mitch McConnell (Senate Majority Leader) and Chief Congressional Enabler), and Rep. Devin Nunes (Ranking Member, House Intelligence Committee, not to mention Jared Kusher and Stephen Miller, (Senior White House Advisers).

Why these folks, one well may ask?  Because they have gladly, willingly and chillingly lent their wholehearted support to a president whose political raison d’être has had since day one far, far more to do with his ego and their personal interests than the needs of the people or nation they are supposed to be serving.   I cannot for the life of me understand why these supposedly well-educated, highly successful people could maintain such silence and servility in the face of so much psychopathy. Are they afraid of being fired or of being called names? Or  are they more interested in bringing about some sort of religious rapture for the very well heeled?

Of course, the mere exercise of those mentioned above, who in my humble opinion should be considered for a spot on our national damnatio memoriae list, is a bit of satiric wish fulfillment. Nonetheless, what’s been going on these past 3+ years - and especially the past several weeks - certainly qualifies the POTUS and his enablers to be part of this ancient ritual. The sins for which he and his clique should be eliminated from memory include far more than the tax bonanza granted the hyper wealthy, the steady stream of lies, and the utter incompetence and what The Atlantic’s Tom Nichols calls his “political glossolalia.” The worst of the worst it seems to me, is the sin of convincing a solid minority that the media can neither be trusted nor believed ever again; that they are consciously engaged in taking this administration down; that anyone who disagrees with the POTUS - and this list includes the likes of Speaker Pelosi, Intelligence Committee Chair Adam Schiff and the likely soon-to-be-fired Dr. Anthony Fauci - is a traitorous conspirator bent on destroying not only the president, but the nation itself. And if for no other reason than the video-taped fact that ‘45 will not supply states whose governors aren’t “nice to” or “supportive of” the man in the Oval Office with respirators, surgical gloves, masks and gowns . . . makes him eminently worthy of being forgotten.  Oh, I forgot, all these medical necessities belong to him personally .  . . not the people. 

The time will come when well-heeled Trump supporters begin collecting gazillions of dollars in order to create a presidential library/museum in perpetual remembrance of a man they never truly liked in the first place. For those who believe in damnatio memoriae, I am happy to report that purchasing land for such a library will be next to impossible. Think about it: the price of empty space to build a presidential library in:

  • Independence, Missouri (Harry Truman)

  • Grand Rapids, Michigan: Jerald R. Ford)

  • Simi Valley, California (Ronald Reagan)

  • Atlanta, Georgia (Jimmy Carter)

  • College Station, Texas (George W.Bush)

  • Little Rock, Arkansas (Bill Clinton) and

  • Hoffman Estates, Illinois (Barack Obama)

was and is far, far less pricey than 725 5th Avenue, New York, New York, where the Trump Library/Museum would likely be located. And despite the fact that none of America’s previous 44 presidents were  outright paragons of moral or political perfection, they all spoke and wrote English with greater facility, and knew more about the Constitution, Declaration of Independence, Bill of Rights and Emancipation Proclamation than the current occupant of 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.  None, so far as I know, exhibited the mass of foibles, personal insecurity or contempt for both the people and the nation they were elected to serve as does ‘45.  It seems to me that the  greatest punishment the nation could mete out to this self-proclaimed “stable genius” would be a declaration of damnatio memoriae.

Just think: no more children named Caligula, Hatshepsut, Domitian or . . . Donald.

204 days until the next election . . . whether in person or via mail.

  Copyright©2020, Kurt F. Stone

 

 

 

 

 

 


"Better days will return . . ."

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On October 13,, 1940, the future queen of England -  the then 14-year old Princess Elizabeth Alexandra Mary Windsor - made her first public speech over the B.B.C. It was a brief address of less than two minutes to the children of the United Kingdom - the children of the Commonwealth - many of them living far away from home due to the war. It was a time when the German Luftwaffe was bombing London virtually every night, causing untold damage and destruction. In her speech, the teenage princess said, in part:

Thousands of you in this country have had to leave your homes and be separated from your fathers and mothers. My sister Margaret Rose and I feel so much for you as we know from experience what it means to be away from those we love most of all.

To you, living in new surroundings, we send a message of true sympathy and at the same time we would like to thank the kind people who have welcomed you to their homes in the country.

All of us children who are still at home think continually of our friends and relations who have gone overseas - who have traveled thousands of miles to find a wartime home and a kindly welcome in Canada, Australia, New Zealand, South Africa and the United States of America.

My sister and I feel we know quite a lot about these countries. Our father and mother have so often talked to us of their visits to different parts of the world. So it is not difficult for us to picture the sort of life you are all leading, and to think of all the new sights you must be seeing, and the adventures you must be having.

But I am sure that you, too, are often thinking of the Old Country. I know you won't forget us; it is just because we are not forgetting you that I want, on behalf of all the children at home, to send you our love and best wishes - to you and to your kind hosts as well.

She concluded her speech by introducing her youngest sister, Princess Margaret who simply said ‘Goodnight children’ and concluded by saying, We know, everyone of us, that in the end all will be well; for God will care for us and give us victory and peace. And when peace comes, remember it will be for us, the children of today, to make the world of tomorrow a better and happier place.

Goodnight, and good luck to you all.


Even at age 14, Elizabeth understood the meaning of noblesse oblige: “nobility has its obligations.”  Part of being a leader - whether born to the blue, inheriting it, or earning it for oneself, means to act with generosity of spirit; to uplift and spread optimism wherever and whenever it is required; to point to the sun and the stars when the skies are as dark and cloudy as can be.  Among the many, many things our current leader - IMPOTUS - lacks is precisely what Elizabeth Alexandra Mary Windsor possessed oh so many years ago.  

She has lived a truly heroic life; one filled with verve, boundless energy and what the French philosopher Henri Bergson called élan vital - the vital force or impulse of life. One possessed of élan vital is capable of bringing a modicum of hope to the hopeless, courage to the fearful, and energy to the physically and emotionally fatigued. Just as were the people of the Commonwealth to whom she spoke over the airwaves in October 1940.  She has put more B-12 into the veins of the people of the commonwealth than any 10,000 physicians.  And just the other day, nearly 80 years after her first broadcast, she was at it again: infusing hope, optimism and élan vital into the veins of the very people who consider her immortal. 

This time around, it wasn’t on radio, but rather the TV. The enemy was not the Third Reich but rather, Covid-19. And yet, the purpose and challenge were virtually the same: to dispense hope, energy and courage; to put all the noblesse oblige she possesses to its best possible use. Yes, it is 80 years later, and the 14-year is now nearly 94, but the message and the purpose are the same: Together we are tackling this disease, and I want to reassure you that if we remain united and resolute, then we will overcome it. I hope in the years to come everyone will be able to take pride in how they responded to this challenge, and those who come after us will say the Britons of this generation were as strong as any, that the attributes of self-discipline, of quiet, good-humored resolve, and of fellow feeling still characterize this country. The pride in who we are is not a part of our past, it defines our present and our future.

For as long as we can remember, our mother’s mother, “Granny Annie,” told us that we were descended from the British House of Rothschild. Was it true? We don’t know of a certainty, but she was forever pointing out certain physical and personal characteristics I shared with one of her Rothschild uncles. Whatever the case, she imbued us with a strong adoration for the House of Windsor, especially Queen Victoria (who sat on the throne of England during grandma’s childhood) and had the wisdom to make one of our ancestors, Sir Nathan Rothschild (1840-1915) a baron . . . the first Jewish member of the House of Lords who had never converted to Christianity. Whatever the case - and again, no one knows for sure, (including mom, who is now 96), we have always had strong, positive feelings about the House of Windsor. The current leader of that house, Queen Elizabeth II, has certainly shown the world what it means to be a leader . . . even at age 93+.

Among the many things we suffer from these days are leaders who instead of speaking of the future . . . of those who really, truly believe that “. . . better days will return,” are more interested in pointing fingers of blame and abdicating any and all responsibility for what is transpiring.  (Indeed, at his March 20 presser, NBC’s Kristen Welker asked the POTUS whether he “takes responsibility for the lag in making test kits available?” His reply consisted of precisely 7 words: “No. I don’t take responsibility at all.”) This is the bipolar opposite of noblesse oblige; it certainly is not giving strength to those who are weak; courage to those who are frightened; nor lending hope for the future.  It is anything but.

Every day of the week, the IMPOTUS spends two hours on nationwide television telling one and all how brilliant he is, how much more medically savvy he is than infectious disease specialists, epidemiologists and people who have spent a lifetime dealing with infectious diseases, and precisely who’s to blame for the current pandemic.  To be more than blunt, it is disgusting. He has yet to express condolences to the families of those who have expired, regards for those who have placed themselves in harms way, or even a smattering of concern for minimum wage earners who stock shelves, help shoppers, or deliver groceries. We are not paying nearly enough attention to those who put their lives on the line serving us while being under-served by their employers. We should recognize them for what they truly are: heroes and heroines who make our lives possible.

On the bright side, we are beginning to see the sort of “united resolution” HM Elizabeth II referred to in her televised address of April 5th. Newspapers and evening newscasts are introducing us to individuals (many are children), families and communities that have taken it upon themselves to create and hand-make surgical masks; to go grocery shopping for their elderly neighbors, walk their dogs and place daily calls just to say “hi, hello, how are you?” Businesses - including America’s oldest, Brooks Brothers - have retooled in order to manufacture upwards of 150,000 masks and surgical gowns a day. There’s something instinctively warm, caring and innovative about the American people during times of crisis. Oh that the crisis would fade even as the caring and innovation bloom.

And when we one day return to whatever the “new normal” shall be, I for one will look forward to watching an even more elderly  “Elizabeth the Second, by the Grace of God, of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland and of Her other Realms and Territories Queen, Head of the Commonwealth, Defender of the Faith” (her official title),  address her subjects and admirers with the same grace, dignity and overwhelming noblesse oblige she first publicly evinced way back on October 14, 1940.

Better days will return.

Wishing one and all a chag samayach, and a meaningful Easter and Pentecost. May they bring hope to one and all.

Stay Well, Stay Safe,  Stay Humble, Stay Kind and above all . . . Stay Home.

 

Copyright©2020, Kurt F. Stone


The Psychology and Politics of Unfriending

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As of 7:00 a.m. today, I have precisely 701 Facebook “friends.” For reasons largely unknown (perhaps the relative boredom of isolation), I decided to cull through this list and see how many of the 701 I could identify. I’m happy to report that easily more than half were known to me; a mixture of family, old school-mates, fellow “Hollywood Brats,” political people, students and colleagues from various universities, former synagogue youth group/summer camp chaverim (Hebrew for “friends”) and former and current congregants. Then too, there were literally dozens whom I had virtually no idea of who, how and why they were on my friends list, and more than a handful of people who were no longer alive . . . although their Facebook pages were still “idly active.” All this took somewhat a bit less than 2 hours. 

After (sadly) deleting the deceased, I started looking over the pages of people I couldn’t for the  life of me identify.  That’s when it dawned on me that if I checked  out who was on their friends list that might explain our “relationship.”  In many cases, it was but a single  individual we had  in common.  One such person - a writer who had one of my politics students on her list - had just posed a message stating, in part, “It's after midnight Sunday night, and I can't begin to think about getting to sleep. Listening to the things Trump said today has made that impossible. I know I have a number of "friends" on FB who support this man, and I have come to the end of my tolerance for you. Tonight I am unfriending all of you—and I don't care if we have been friends for decades or if we are related by marriage or blood. . . .You are no longer my friends or relations, on Facebook or in real life. Don't contact me to defend your position; I never, ever want to hear from you again. Goodbye.”

To be perfectly honest (unlike the POTUS), I’m not sure whether I agree or disagree with this Facebook friend. To unfriend or not to unfriend: that is the question. On the one hand, I really, truly hate the nausea and bile that well up every time I read the words of praise these otherwise intelligent, successful people heap upon their miscreant-in-chief.  But who ever said that just because a person is successful it follows that they understand thing one about civics, civility or sanity? Ridding oneself of the bile is as simple as pressing the “unfriend” button . . . one, two, three and voila!  They and their noxious nostrums have evaporated into the political putrescence. But it comes at a price: knowing that they are forever gone from my life.   On the other hand, there is a part of me that truly wants to believe that to unfriend those who are intolerably smug and small is to make me far less a mentsch - a decent human being - than I could cope with. But then I remember that quote from Winston Churchill: “Never give in, never, never, never–never, in nothing, great or small, large or petty–never give in except to convictions of honor and good sense.”

This week’s essay is the 874th I’ve posted since February 2005 back when this blog was called “Beating the Bushes.". In all these years, I’ve received thousands upon thousands of comments . . . most praiseworthy, many thoughtful, and more than I care to remember nasty and vile. Since many are sent to one of my many email addresses, I have the ability to pre-screen and send the writers of vile drek directly into the various spam files. I must admit that every once in a while I do read what these folks write. Some are so strident as to be a stitch; others are threatening, horribly misspelled, and make me proud to have come from a bright, well-educated family. With Facebook it’s a bit different. If you want to keep the rest of your little world from seeing just how nuts and politically poisoned people can be, you first must unfriend them. But then I think: what do I care if the rest of my readers think they’re village idiots? That’s their - e.g. the village idiots - problem!

While I can certainly applaud my anonymous Facebook friend’s decision to unfriend all those who persist in being aggressively, aggravatingly pro-Trump – despite all the lies, the inability to accept the input of those far, far better versed than he, and that otherworldly egomania - I myself cannot push these folks overboard. Of course, I don’t have to read their screeds.    Sooner or later they will suffer loss, and may well come to grasp that there are more things under heaven and earth than can ever be blamed on Obama and Clinton, Pelosi, Biden, George Soros or even Dr. Fauci.

In the long run, unfriending those who annoyingly, flippantly oppose one’s political point of view and hate you for not loving Trump and all he stands for (and against) will, it seems to me, do next to nothing.  On the other hand, supporting those who agree can at least let you know that there are more sane people in the world than you ever dreamed of. Instead of grousing get cracking; there are candidates to support and elections to be won. There’s a country and a world to be saved . . .

Never give in, never, never, never–never, in nothing, great or small, large or petty–never give in except to convictions of honor and good sense.”

219 days until the next election.

Be well, read books and watch movies, be extra nice to those you are quarantined with and WASH YOUR HANDS!

Copyright ©, 2020, Kurt F. Stone

Who in the Hell Are the "They" That "Say?"

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Over the past quarter century I’ve spent the lion’s share of my most rewarding time not as a rabbi, nor as a professor or a writer in the fields of politics, history, and old Hollywood. Rather, my most productive and rewarding time has been the tens of dozens of hours I spent each month as a member of an ‘Institutional Review Board'; a medical panel in which physicians, pharmacologists, geneticists, bio-engineers, and medically knowledgeable lay people delve into the newest, most up-to-date clinical trials (medical research) with an eye towards protecting the rights of men, women and children who might eventually volunteer to participate in the creation of the next generation of drugs, surgical procedures and medical devices. Believe me: of all the things I do in a given day, week, month or year, being part of a world-class Institutional Review Board is, hands-down, the most satisfying of all. And now, at the very beginning of the Covin-19 Virus pandemic, we are sitting in the very first row, privy to what’s going on before just about anybody else.

Participating in twice-weekly teleconferences with a handful of galaxy-class physicians and medical experts - all backed by several dozen off-screen staff experts, is bound to give a lay person like myself a feeling of utter humility.  And now, having been assigned oversight of nearly all the Covin-19 Virus clinical trials we recognize just how little we know.  It never ceases to amaze me how much my colleagues know and  understand the boundaries of their brilliance; a neurosurgeon, gastropod, OB-GYN, rheumatologist, or cardiologist, to name but 5, won’t deign to answer questions about the efficacy of a particular Covin-19 vaccine . . . and  will instead defer to any and all infectious disease specialists on the board.  “That’s not my specialty,” we will hear time and again.  Such utter humility!  Oh yes, they will weigh in on the latest possible medications -  chloroquine phosphate and hydroxychloroquine - if they happen to specialize in rheumatology - for they are accustomed to prescribing it for people suffering from such immunosuppressive conditions as Lupus and rheumatoid arthritis.  But aside from that, they prefer to sit back and listen to those who truly know what they are talking about.

(n.b.; ever since the POTUS has started talking about what “they say” as to the possible efficacy of using chloroquine, it has become increasingly difficult for those suffering from Lupus or Rheumatoid Arthritis to get the medications they truly need for their conditions.  And all the POTUS has to go on is the “they say”  “proof” about its efficacy vis-à-vis Covin-19.  Without question, the president’s embrace of unproven drugs to treat Coronavirus absolutely defies science. I for one cannot imagine what Dr. Fauci, director of the National Institute of Allergy and Infectious Diseases must feel like at the end of a Trump press conference, for virtually everything his boss says goes against both science and medicine. The good doctor no doubt deserves an Oscar for keeping a straight face while listening to POTUS endlessly and inanely bloviate about things he knows not . . . which covers a vast sea of topics and issues. We keep hearing the phrase “. . . they say that . . .” which means next to nothing.  I know that when I speak to people who are aware of my work as a medical ethicist I keep hearing “They say that,” to which I always begin my answer with “ . . . and who in the Hell are ‘they’ who ‘say’”?  Frequently I am told that “medical” and “ethics” are an oxymoron.  Does that mean that whatsoever the POTUS says is the G-d’s honest truth?  Well, I’m here to tell you that next to nothing coming from his lips is the truth, and that “medical” and “ethics” are, for the most part, as congruent as peanut butter and jelly. 

At this point in time, things are pretty damned bleak.  The further we go, the more Donald Trump seems like the reincarnation of Robert Penn Warren’s fictional Willie Stark (All the King’s Men), a mercurial know-nothing who goes from fiery man-of-the-people populist to autocrat within a single term as governor of an unidentified fictional state.  In Penn Warren’s Pulitzer-Prize (and Academy Award-winning) novel and film, Willie becomes the hero of the common-folk,  one who is incapable of doing anything wrong.  While convincing the little people that he is their hero, he is really doing whatever he can to feather his own nest.  But in an incredibly meaningful epigraph to the 1946 novel, Penn Warren quotes Dante’s The Divine Comedy (Purgatoria, canto III) “Mentre che la speranza ha fior del verde. . . loosely translated “. . . as long as hope has any touch of green . . .” What this epigraph means in terms of Dante’s voyage through Hell, All the King’s Men and the vile Willie Stark is several steps above my pay grade.  What it may mean in terms of the Covid-19 pandemic, economic crisis and the “They say” syndrome may be a bit more understandable.

“ . . . as long as hope has any touch of green . . . “ may, in the long run, refer to the acts humanity, compassion, and thoughtfulness we see and experience in the midst of this epochal crisis . . . of which there are many. While the media (both mainstream and downstream) endlessly report on the inability of the White House, the Feds and our so-called national leaders to put science, medicine and other forms of expertise ahead of the politics of blame, cupidity and outright criminality, there are so many everyday people, institutions, businesses, philanthropists and local leaders whose deeds are being lost in the shuffle. Where many look at the Covid-19 cataclysm as a means for making a fortune - whether political or economic - for feeding one’s ego or feathering one’s nest, there are others who - like doctors, nurses, emergency medical technicians, home healthcare workers, grocery store employees, postal workers and spiritual leaders - who are putting their lives on the line in order to provide that “touch of green” we so desperately need.  The other day, New York Governor Andrew Cuomo held a press conference, announcing that he was officially shutting New York State down in order to safeguard the healthcare system from being overrun and overloaded.  Unlike the POTUS, who held his daily “presser” just as the governor’s was ending, Cuomo offered people of his state - and across the country - that touch of green  - that someone is in charge . . . even if the news is bad and getting worse. And Cuomo is not alone; all across the country there are governors and mayors, city council members and teachers who are providing moral and civic uplift by acting with the calm reassuring strength of leadership.

He ended his nearly 1 hour press conference by saying: “And my last point is: practice humanity. We don't talk about practicing humanity, but now if ever there was a time to practice humanity that time is now. Show some kindness, show some compassion to people, show some gentility even as a New Yorker. Yes, we can be tough. Yes, this is a dense environment. It can be a difficult environment. But it can also be the most supportive, courageous community that you have ever seen.”  Then the governor stood up and said “I’m gonna go to work.”  Nowhere in his speech did he take credit, claim knowledge he does not possess, or badmouth reporters whose questions he did not particularly like.  In other words, he spoke as a leader should.

“They” say this and that about Covid-19.  Please, don’t pass on “facts” that come from “factless” amateurs.  We will, together, pull through this catastrophe if only we pay attention to those who have dedicated their professional lives to knowing as much as there is to know about things most know nothing about . . . and then taking them seriously.  For these are the only “They” who have the ability to “say.”

They are the “touch of green” who will ultimately provide both hope and health.

Copyright, © 2020 Kurt F. Stone

ByeDon

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Prior to last Tuesday’s “Who woulda thunk it?” turnaround for former Vice President Joe Biden, his presidential campaign was on life support. He woke up that morning facing an all but certain end to a national political career which had begun way back in 1972 when he defeated two-term Senator J. Caleb Boggs (R-DE) by the razor-thin margin of 3,162 votes. Within 24 hours, Biden - whose campaign had next to no money, little organizational depth and virtually no “ground game,” had inexplicably won 10 of 14 primaries and was, like Bill Clinton in 1992, the “Comeback Kid.” Actually, comebacks are and were nothing new to Joseph Biden. With less than 3 months to go in his initial, 1972 senate race, Biden was trailing the well-funded Boggs by nearly 30 points. But Biden’s energy level, his attractive young family (2 of whom would tragically die in a traffic accident shortly before he could take the oath of office), and his ability to connect with voters' emotions, gave the 29-year old the victory. Thus, was a historic political career born.

Fast forward to the beginning of last week’s “Super Tuesday.”  Biden, who had initially been the front-runner saw the field expand and expand until the point where he had sunk down to the level of “also-ran.”  Lacking the fund-raising machine of a Sanders or Warren, the youth  and energy of a  Buttigieg, the rhetorical muscle of a Harris, Booker or Klobuchar, or personal wealth of a Steyer or  Bloomberg, Biden came across as an old, creaky member of the Democratic establishment. He began sinking in the polls.  Increasingly, it looked like the Democratic nomination would belong to anyone but Biden.

And then came South Carolina . . . the state Biden and his threadbare staff knew stood between resuscitation and retirement.  Enter Representative Jim Clyburn, the House Majority Whip and without question, the most powerful, most universally respected  politician in the Palmetto State.  Just days before Super Tuesday, Clyburn endorsed Vice President Biden; Senator Sanders never called nor sought Clyburn’s imprimatur.  Biden went on to manhandle the Vermont Senator in South Carolina with its huge African American voting bloc.  This victory provided the Biden campaign with all the political muscle it needed to resurrect his campaign and go back to the top of the presidential heap.

How did this happen?  Was it something the former Vice President did right or something the Vermont Senator did wrong?  Actually, it was a bit of both. Looking at Sanders’ exit polling one notes that he received far fewer votes in 2020 than he did in 2016.  Out of the 14 states in play on Super Tuesday, he only received more votes in 2 states this time around than in 2016: Texas and Tennessee. (He even received 35,000 fewer votes in his home state. Most notably, he had far fewer young voters casting ballots for him this time around. It would seem that the fatal flaw in the Sanders campaign was that they were unable to expand their base; his “revolution” had fizzled. His campaign staff long believed that all they needed to do was capture 30% of the delegates going into the convention, then demand the nomination. Thus, they built a campaign that demanded little of Sanders: no change in message, no effort to broaden the coalition. Like his utter lack of interest in legislating, his campaign had zero interest in building actual majority support

In the case of Joe Biden, his best selling point was the man currently occupying the Oval Office. Trump’s utter lack of civility, truthfulness, worldly knowledge and programmatic chops - except undoing anything and everything enacted by the Obama administration - made Democrats think long and hard about who stood the best chance of defeating the man in the MAGA cap - as well as holding the House, recapturing the Senate and giving an able assist to down-ballot Democrats around the country. Add to this the provable fact that the former Vice President has a long history of enacting legislation, as well as possessing a dignified mien and knowing far more about the world and foreign affairs than ‘45 (and comes equipped with a Rolodex which is second-to-none) and one can easily understand why all the political stars are quickly aligning. 

It has long been well known that Joe Biden is the one challenger who gives ‘45 the greatest number of sleepless nights.  Were Sanders to become the Democratic candidate, all Boss Tweet would have to do is say the words “Socialist” and “Communist” a couple of hundred thousand times until his base would man the barricades.  By terms of this scenario, Bernie Sanders could easily become the 21st century equivalent of George McGovern.  With Biden however, the president would find his campaign strategy in need of a major retrofit. Consider the following:

  • Were Trump to bring up the issue of Hunter Biden (which had so much to do with ‘45’s impeachment), all the former Veep would have to do is utter the names “Eric Trump,” “Donald Trump Jr.,” and “Ivanka, and Jared Kushner.” He could then ask how Hunter’s $50,000 a month from Burisma compares with Ivanka and Jared’s reported $135 million in 2019 alone?  Can you spell “hyper- nepotism?”

  • Were the president to revisit a September 1987 Biden speech in which the then-Senator (and potential presidential candidate) was discovered to have lifted phrases and mannerisms from a fiery British Labour Party politician (Neil Kinnock) at the end of a debate, all the Vice President would have to do is begin counting off the Trump lies . . . beginning with his first day in office. Trump would likely counter with the charge that he never lies . . . it’s all the fault of “fake news.”

  • At some point, POTUS will no doubt bring up the fact that VOTUS originally supported the war in Iraq, while businessman Trump was always steadfastly against it. This is a flat-out lie; as early as September 11, 2002 (six months before the American invasion of Iraq), Trump told radio shock jock Howard Stern “Yeah, I guess I would favor it [invading Iraq] . . .  You know, I wish the first time it was done correctly.

  • Were Trump to attack Biden for being too old and use as proof some of his rhetorical gaffs, the Veep would have the ability to run more than 24-hours worth of YouTube captures of ‘45’s misstatements, mispronunciations and overly repetitive redundancies.

  • Look for ‘45 to tie Joe Biden ever tighter to Barack Obama over such issues as NAFTA, the Patient Protection and Affordable Care Act (“Obamacare”), being anti-Israel, supporting the Joint Comprehensive Plan of Action (“JCPOA” - the Iranian nuclear deal) and being a supporter of the Paris Agreement (which 196 countries and the European Union have signed). In just about every case, ‘45 has argued that Biden’s positions indicate beyond a shadow of a doubt that he is a thoroughgoing socialist and cares not a whit about jobs for Americans. Unbeknownst to Boss Tweet, being tied to Obama is actually a pretty good thing: the 44th POTUS has ranked as the most admired man in America for the past 12 years . . .

For most of his presidency, Donald Trump has referred to V.P, Biden as “Sleepy Joe.” Events of the past two weeks show that Biden is anything but fatigued. He is gaining strength, endorsements and popularity. By the same token, the POTUS is likely beginning to be afflicted by nausea, insomnia and what might be diagnosed as “Nero-itis” . . . the urge to fiddle while his kingdom burns. Let him continue with his “Make America Great Again slogan, while Joe Biden and his campaign give serious consideration to making their’s

                                                                                                 BYEDON 2020

240 days let until the presidential election.

Be careful, be healthy and WASH YOUR HANDS!

Copyright©2020 Kurt F. Stone





Can a Pandemic Bring Down a Presidency?

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Seemingly, there is an axiom within the pages of human history that any major catastrophic event must be birthed along with its own malevolent twin: a conspiracy theory. The truth of this axiom can be seen most clearly when it comes to pandemics. Consider, if you will, the “Black Death” (bubonic plague) which killed nearly 20 million people - more than one-third of Europe - in the mid 14th century. The disease was terrifyingly contagious; the Italian Renaissance poet Giovanni Boccaccio (best known for The Decameron) wrote that “the mere touching of the clothes appeared to itself to communicate the malady to the toucher.” The disease was also terrifyingly efficient: People who were perfectly healthy when they went to bed at night could be dead by morning.

Understandably, religious fervor, fanaticism and conspiracy theories bloomed and abounded in the wake of the Black Death. One of the best-known of the latter involved the scapegoating of the Jews of Europe, who it was said caused the Black Death by poisoning the water wells (which they confessed to under torture). While it is true that Jews apparently did suffer far fewer deaths, it is likely due to the fact that Jewish villages and communities had their own water wells and practiced better hygiene than their non-Jewish neighbors. (Jewish law commanded Jews to wash their hands before eating; Jewish custom had Jews bathe at least once a week.) Nonetheless, this conspiracy theory - this malevolent twin - led to massacres and cremations of Jews in Flanders, Aragon, Mainz, Cologne and Strasbourg.

Then there was the Spanish Flu pandemic of 1918-1919 - the tail end of what was then called “The Great War” (WWI) and the first year after the Armistice. This contagion infected more than a third of the world’s population and killed more than 100 million people. r

Rumour and misinformation were rife. The pathogen responsible for Spanish flu remained a mystery and, with little helpful guidance available from the medical community, the world was ripe for the proliferation of ‘fake news.” Conspiracy theories abounded and blamed the pandemic on the war – often, unsurprisingly, on the enemy. In Rio de Janeiro, one newspaper reported that the pandemic had been purposely spread around the world by German submarines, with innocent people “falling victim to the Germans’ treacherous bacteriological creation”. Artist Jordan Baseman, in researching the pandemic for a piece which ran on “Radio Influenza" found “The flu was blamed on foreigners (anywhere in the world, not just the UK), on Jewish people, on dancing, on jazz music, on the bombing of the soil as a result of the war, and on pretty much anything else you could think of.”

Although we have yet to come across anyone charging “enemies of the people” with purposely cooking up COVID-19 for god-knows-what mendacious purposes, we are witnessing enough conspiracy-mongering, dystopian theorizing, and outright lunacy to make invalids of us all. ‘45’s response to the approaching pandemic has been medically infantile, intellectually sterile and politically puerile. His main concern has been not to reassure both America and the world that we are doing everything within our scientific power to meet this problem head-on, but to kvetch and complain that his enemies - Democrats and the “lame-stream” media come to mind - are doing everything in their power to make sure he is not reelected. He is blaming us/them of endlessly reporting on the progress of COVID-19 in order to cause the thunderous collapse of the Dow Jones, which in turn will no doubt make his chances of reelection more dubious. As always, he is looking at the world through the eyes of a deranged narcissist.

Since his inauguration, D. Trump has cut funding for both the Center for Disease Control (CDC) and National Institutes for Health (NIH), as well as getting rid of virtually any and everyone who has experience dealing with pandemics. This should come as no surprise: no president has ever been so anti-science, while proclaiming himself to be the most scientifically knowledgeable of all presidents. While millions wonder whether it is best to wear surgical masks, the POTUS wears his mask over his eyes.

At his press conference last week, the president held forth on the difference between flu and COVID-19, predicted that with the coming spring and summer the higher temperatures would destroy the virus, and slammed the top-ranking Senate Democrat who said ‘45’s $2.5 billion request from Congress to fight the deadly virus is insufficient. In a later tweet, the POTUS wrote "Cryin' Chuck Schumer is complaining, for publicity purposes only, that I should be asking for more money than $2.5 Billion to prepare for Coronavirus. If I asked for more he would say it is too much. He didn’t like my early travel closings. I was right. He is incompetent!," Trump added.

As the impact of coronavirus continues to be reported, concerns are arising that it is driving xenophobic attacks toward people of Asian descent. Conspiracy theories and agenda-driven narratives are popping  up all over the internet and throughout right-wing media, adding more panic and confusion to an already chaotic situation. The virus has also triggered anti-Semitic sentiments, medical and scientific disinformation, and fear mongering from the religious right about the end of the world. The  president and his allies in the media have also absurdly argued that Democrats and the media are politicizing coronavirus for their own gain to make him look bad and cause panic in the stock market.

Right-wing media outlets and online accounts are spreading misinformation and conspiracy theories which could have deadly consequences. Many in the right-wing media are placing blame squarely on the back of the Chinese government: On the same day as ‘45’s press conference, Fox Business host Lou Dobbs claimed, “we don’t know yet whether or not this [e.g. COVID-19] was an engineered virus” and said that there is “a research lab some 300 yards from the epicenter of this outbreak.”  Rush Limbaugh falsely claimed that the virus is "an effort to get Trump" and was no worse than "the common cold." On Friday, Vice President Mike Pence (who the POTUS appointed to be his eyes and ears vis-a-vis COVID-19) stopped by Limbaugh's studio to talk about the response. Limbaugh did not bring up his conspiracy theories, though the VEEP did promise that the virus would not spread within the country (less than 24 hours later reports would indicate that the virus spread on the west coast and that an American in Washington State had died). [n.b. Since I started writing this essay less than 24 hours ago, a second death has been reported in Washington State.]

As COVID-19 continues to spread - which inevitably and regrettably it shall - the White House. its residential householder and the political party he leads, are going to feel and hear more and more disapprobation from the American public. They will hear the complaints of people who are feeling unwell yet cannot take a day or two off work or school; they are going to be hounded by all the men, women and children who cannot afford to get medical checkups either because they have no health insurance or when they go to the local E.R. find they can’t even find a parking space . . . let alone an available M.D., P.A., R.N. or N.P. They are going to be feeling the wrath of millions upon millions of wage earners whose I.R.A.s are dwindling precipitously to near nothing; they are likely hear the increasing drumbeats of fear and perhaps finally come to realize that they haven’t the slightest idea what to do.

Can a pandemic bring down a presidency? I don’t know; my crystal ball has yet to come back from the dry cleaner. What I do know is that I would greatly prefer to live in a country whose president is sane enough to know what he does not know, and wise enough to seek the counsel of those who do.

A little bit of knowledge goes a long way.

Be well, and stay away from myths!

247 days until the presidential election.

Copyright©2020 Kurt F. Stone

Can Hate Ever Be Conquered?

April 12, 1945: Generals Eisenhower, Patton and Bradley at Ohrdruf

April 12, 1945: Generals Eisenhower, Patton and Bradley at Ohrdruf

On April 4, 1945, soldiers of the 4th Armored Division entered and liberated Ohrdruf, a subcamp of the notorious Buchenwald concentration camp. What they discovered was far worse than anything from Dante’s Inferno: piles of bodies, some covered with lime, and others partially incinerated on pyres. The ghastly nature of their discovery led General Dwight D. Eisenhower, Supreme Commander of the Allied Forces in Europe, to visit the camp on April 12, with Generals George S. Patton and Omar Bradley. After his visit, Eisenhower cabled General George C. Marshall, the head of the Joint Chiefs of Staff in Washington, describing his trip to Ohrdruf: the things I saw beggar description. … The visual evidence and the verbal testimony of starvation, cruelty and bestiality were so overpowering as to leave me a bit sick ... . I made the visit deliberately, in order to be in a position to give first-hand evidence of these things if ever, in the future, there develops a tendency to charge these allegations merely to “propaganda.” (Today, Eisenhower’s words are etched on a plaque which hands outside the U.S. Holocaust Museum in Washington, D.C.)

Eisenhower also ordered every soldier who had a camera to snap as many photographs as possible, as a way to begin documenting the horror they found. Further, on April 19, 1945, Eisenhower again cabled General Marshall with a request to bring members of Congress and journalists to the newly liberated camps so that they could convey the horrible truth about Nazi atrocities to the American public. Within days, congressional representatives, senators and journalists began arriving to bear witness to Nazi crimes in the camps. The discovery of the Ohrdruf camp, and the subsequent liberation of  Dora-Mittelbau (April 11), Flossenbürg (April 23), Dachau (April 29), and Mauthausen (May 5) opened the eyes of many US soldiers and the American public to the horrors perpetrated by the Nazis during the Holocaust.

Without question, the Holocaust was - and is - the most thoroughly documented act of mass murder - the product of irrational hatred - in all human history.  And yet, despite the tens of millions of photos and films, the hundreds of thousands of soldiers and survivors who provided eye-witness testimony and all the German citizens and soldiers that Eisenhower forced to see what had been done in their name - there are those who believe with all their hearts (and to this very day) that the Holocaust never happened . . . that it was all a heinous fabrication on the part of the very people who claimed that they were its victims.

Indeed, Anti-Semitism - the irrational hatred of Jews - seems to be of greater antiquity than the religion or people themselves. It has forced more than one wit to wonder what came first: Jews or Anti-Semites. There are times one satirically wonders if G-d, in Co’s (my pronoun which is gender infinite) divine wisdom had not created the Jews, then the devil would have in order to have an eternal object of hatred and obloquy. Certainly groundless hatred is as old as the world itself. Witness the Biblical enmity between Cain and Abel, Ishmael and Isaac, as well as Jacob and Esau. Over several millennia, these hatreds expanded to the point where any people or group who was seen as being different - possessing “otherness” - became the object of scorn and derision as well as the source and cause of whatever was wrong or incomprehensible. Got a plague spreading across your continent? Blame the Jews for poisoning all the water wells. Suffering from a devastating economic downturn? Blame and punish the immigrants for stealing jobs and creating crime, or what today we refer to as the LGBTQ community for forcing the hand of the Lord and inflicting us with Divine wrath because of their “immoral” lifestyle. Suffer a devastating surprise attack by foreign fanatics? Turn every member of that group - whether be members of a particular country, culture or religion - into a collective, conspiratorial force of ultimate evil.

Read between the lines; you get the point.

We all know that hate crimes, incidences of violence against Jews, Muslims, African Americans, Hispanics and members of the LGBTQ community are at an all-time high.  Groups which track these events and the groups behind them - such as the Anti-Defamation League and Southern Poverty Law Center - provide chilling statistical evidence of this rise.  It’s gotten to the point that just as soon as one act of lethal hate-provoked violence becomes front page, top-of-the-hour news, another comes along to replace it.  This past Wednesday, a lone gunman mowed down 9 people at 2 different shisha (hookah) bars in Hanau, Germany. The suspect and his mother were later found dead of gunshot wounds in his apartment. This is the 3rd mass killing in Germany so far this year. Attacks have likewise taken the lives of Jews, Muslim immigrants and members of the LGBTQ community in the United States, England, France, Italy and other countries since the beginning of 2020.

Responses to these murderous attacks include public vigils with plenty of prayers, placards and flowers, calls for new gun legislation (especially in the United States), finger-pointing . . . attempts at ascertaining just what or whom is most likely responsible for the startling upsurge in violence, hatred and intolerance. And while pointing a fist and finger at a president, prime minister, political party or economic inequality are all understandable, they are largely of the “full of sound and fury signifying nothing” variety. Attempting to assign blame - social networking sites and the “dark web,” too many guns which are too easily obtained, a serious lack of education, etc., does little more than permit people to vent, which is not altogether a bad thing,  However, to attempt to understand and ameliorate that which is inherently incomprehensible solves nothing. Trying to change the mind of a bigot, racist, homophobe, Islamophobe or Anti-Semite by providing facts, statistics or slices of history is next to useless. It is akin to banging one’s head against the wall which, so far as I know, produces little save concussions and cracked skulls.  The bigot, the racist, the homphobe and other such such cretinous blots on society all suffer from a disease called certitude, which as Mr. Justice Holmes noted long ago in a 1897 Harvard Law Review essay, “generally is illusion . . . is not certainty. We have [all] been cocksure of many things that never were . . .”  

Having expressed quite a bit of negativity, is there, in truth, anything which we - who are neither inherently bigoted, systemically violent nor willfully ignorant - can do to help stem the tide of hatred? Without slipping into the netherworld of idealistic innocence, there are a few suggestions to be made:

  1. Always keep close at hand the names, phone numbers and email addresses of those organizations and/or individuals to whom we must report acts or threats of hatred. Shining a bright light upon the merchants of mendacity can have a sanitizing effect.

  2. Be in constant contact with your elected officials . . . we must all be their eyes and ears.

  3. Make sure to work and vote for those who share your worldview, your humanity and your outrage. Do not, under any circumstances decide to stay home and not vote because you don’t think it will make a difference.

  4. Attend marches, vigils and meetings; if nothing else, to meet and get to know like-minded individuals.

  5. Never give up.

When my sister Erica and I were toddlers, our Grannie Annie used to read us poems at bedtime.  One of the most memorable was Keep ‘a Going by the American poet Frank Lebby Stanton (1857-1927), which said in part:

If you strike a thorn or rose,
Keep a-goin'!
If it hails or if it snows,
Keep a-goin'!
'Taint no use to sit an' whine
When the fish ain't on your line;
Bait your hook an' keep a-tryin'--
Keep a-goin'!

So, is it possible for hatred to ever be conquered?  Don’t know for sure.  But one thing I do know was taught to us by our beloved grandma:

KEEP -A-GOIN’!

255 days until the Presidential election.

Copyright©2020 Kurt F. Stone