July 4th

Happy Independence Day, USA.  It never gets old...  My usual routine this day is to read The Declaration Of Independence on the deck (quietly, to myself).  Then I will break out the small hibatchi and cook a steak over hard lump charcoal and hickory (doesn't take much), roast an ear of bi-color corn, and a potato.  

In the evening, I'll watch a baseball game and/or watch fireworks on the TV.  I would go watch local fireworks live, but parking is difficult and getting out  of the parking lots is worse.

A couple of decades ago, I went to the National Mall a couple of times.  It was spectacular!  But the crowds were a mess and getting home took hours...  And I sort of want to be at home to comfort The Mews on what is to them "a scary night".

So I watch on TV now.  And the HD TV is pretty impressive!  And I can change channels and see the fireworks in other cities.  The performance acts are not my favorite part, I don't need to watch a band play, so I switch around.

I do enjoy the standard patriotic songs and I will stay on a station while those are being played.  But, you know, my favorite song for the day is Neil Diamond's 'Coming To America'.  I'd provide a link, but there are many versions (and some good covers by other artists) so just do a search and listen to a few.  :)

Still, the meaning of the day isn't just the fireworks and songs.  I think about our US history more on this day than any other.  I mentioned reading The Declaration Of Independence, but I also have a DVD about the creation of it. and I usually watch that sometime during the day.

So some images for today...

The Declaration.

Fireworks

Cornwallis surrenders at Yorktown.

The original 13.

North America in 1776.

The Dream...

And I'll add more, after these few hours...  

There were people here before most of us.  I recognize that.  And I recognizw that many did not come voluntarily.  The past has been harsh.  History and human migrations can be cruel.  

But today I celebrate what has progressed.  Desperate people came here to seek freedom.  It wasn't easy.  Many died for an idea of a better place.  Some cane with their possessions in a cardboard box.

For many many centuries, some people have fled oppression and given up their normal lives to seek a better life wherever it seemed better.  It takes a lot of courage to do that!  

For a few centuries, that has been the US.  I can't see images of desperate immigrants at Ellis Island and not try to imagine what they felt seeing the Statue Of Liberty without feeling that they hoped they found that "right place".

And generally, they were right.  I don't want that to change. Some of the best of us are new-comers.  It has always been that way.

There is probably a child who crosses our border who will earn a Nobel Prize someday.,  Or will become teachers, firefighters, or inventors.  

I personally welcome them all.

"Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,

With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.

"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!

What ideals are these....

""Give me your tired, your poor,

Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

It is the bravest who leave home behind and seek out freedom and opportunity.   And we here should welcome them... 

Pearl Harbor Day

 I'm old, but not so old that I was around on Pearl Harbor Day.  But it WAS "recent history" to me as I grew up.  And as I get older, events like that start to become "past history".  But I do not forget.

The war in the Pacific was brutal.  I had an uncle who fought there (Air Force).  Family lore says he dropped a bomb into a Japanese Destroyer's smokestack ship and blew it up.  The land forces had it harder.  

And I know history.  I know the Japanese actually tried to "declare war" officially preceding the attack but failed  because of translation issues.  And actually, the US fired the first shot on a mini-sub.  Weird stuff happens.

It was an utterly evil and brutish war, similar to the Nazis and Soviets at Moscow.  As US General Sherman once said "War is all Hell".

I don't forget Pearl Harbor.  But sometimes out of chaos comes peace.  The Japanese changed their views to the world.  They, former Nazi Germany, and former Facist Italy are now democracies and allies.  History is weird sometimes.  

The world continues...  But memories linger.  War IS "all Hell".

In Issac Asimov's 'Foundation' books, one character says something like "Violence is the last refuge of the incompetent".  In real history, someone (Bismark?) said war is "the failure of politics".

So I am remembering today as a "failure of politics" that came from a series of historical developments that lead led to utter horror and butchery.  

Still, I cry today the the loss of life...

Reconsiderations

It is Sept 11th and I am becoming torn about how to respond to the 20th recognition of such a horrible event.  I  wrote a post in great anger a couple of days ago.  Everything I wrote in it is true,  to me.  But I decided not to post it here.  I spoke of anger and not ever forgiving the events of THAT DAY.  And I do NOT forgive.

But this morning, I also thought about hope and new days and the past, and I decided to change my post to reflect that.  I understand that part of the World's problems are due to various People nursing old angers and victimizations.  How long should anger continue?  I remember reading about some people expressing anger about a battle fought in the 1400s (I do not recall who or which battle now).

The US fought 2 wars against Great Britain, yet we are strong allies now.  The US fought against Germany, Italy, and Japan in WWII, yet were are allies now.  People who live today are not the same people who lived in the past.  

Many people around the World and within the United States think we think we are "all so much " or "all that".  Yeah, sometimes.  We are fortunate here.  Otto von Bismarck once said, if memory serves me correctly,  "America is blessed by God having oceans on 2 sides and weak neighbors on the other 2".  Let's say "peaceful" for now.  I like our good neighbors...

So maybe this round number of years is time to begin to let anger go.  We in the US are not innocent of horrible crimes against others.  

I acknowledge that there were people here before my European ancestors, but migrations happen in history.  And I know about slavery.  We have done wrong and I can't change the past.

But I listened to a song today and it reminded me of hope.

Hope has come from many places around the world though time.    Freedom has sprung up in the weediest places and defended to the death.  Sometimes it lasts and sometimes it doesn't.  

In my lifetime, "America" has stood for hope.  It's not perfect or anything "real" close, but sometimes a good try is worth it.  As Churchill said "The Americans do the right thing...  eventually."

So I was reminded of a song.  And today it felt more important.  We here are more divided than for scores of years.  We will re-unite...

Because there is a basic promise in our very existence.  Hope, freedom, and a promise that most of us agree on outside of politics.

The symbol is from France...

The words "We The People" have reverberated though 2 centuries+, and 

“Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

Still has meaning...

It is a promise not kept perfectly lately, but I think things are changing again.

The song is from Neil Diamond, who expressly described his Grandmother (as like so many others) reaching our shores from the far parts of the World...

Coming To America

Someday, the US will fade into history or change from what it was; every good nation has and no nation can hold the best ideals forever. History move forward relentlessly as things change.  Sometimes cruelty and horror erupts.  But somewhere there is always an island of hope.  I think we are that, however briefly.  It has been other places at different times.

To paraphrase Edna St. Vincent Millay:

Our candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, our foes, and oh, our friends—
We gave a lovely light!

But for today, and with a sense of humility, we are doing the best we can and I am pretty proud of the dream.    

Better than anger and hatred.  Cherish hope! 

You can read my original post HERE.  It's a site I've used for various purposes at various times.  There is a part of me that still thinks as I wrote there, and probably always will.  Sometimes we hold conflicting thoughts in our minds.

Let's say I am going 75% with this post and 25% with the post at the link for now.  It will certainly change over time, and I don't really know in which direction...

A Slight Political Rant

I completely understand that reasonable people can disagree about the proper goals of government and how to get those goals promoted.  I have absolutely no problem with rational and thoughtful debate, and I understand that things can get emotional and intense.

For example, I am not a general fan of US Republican ideology.  The idea that corporations can be trusted to self-regulate always seems to be disproved by what they actually do.  The idea that scientists are making false claims about the climate, the safety of water and food, and the proper way to rehabiliate prisoners (among many issues) seems to me to be a matter of wishing vs reality.  And all evidence I see suggests that giving money to the rich does not result in "trickle-down" economics.

And I might naturally be one of them.  I'm an "older white male with accumulated self-earned assets who worked hard, invested in the stock market, and believes that "success" is generally self-driven". 

So why am I not a Republican?  Because I had advantages many others did not.  And because a functional democracy has to allow social and economic mobilty.

For starters, let's just say that I had middle class parents who could live in a safe suburban neighborhood, I attended a safe suburban school, and I had safe suburban friends, all of whom were "just like me".  Of my senior high school class of 254 students, only 4 did not graduate and THAT was actually a sort of scandal.  There were some "minority students" in the school, but my recollection was that they were treated the same as the the rest of us (they might disagree), but even they were from middle class professional families and living in the same neighborhoods.  Their parents attended the same neighborhood parties.

I was probably about 16 when I discovered that there was another high school in town (when I got my learner's permit and drove around town.  It was decrepit.  It looked like a prison (barred windows - ours opened), had a small playground with rough ground and no grass - ours was a couple acres and had actual grass),  our school was neat and clean on the outside - that one was spray painted with words I didn't even know.

I asked my parents about it.  They said it was a poor school because the parents of the kids who went there were poor and couldn't donate much to their school.  But they also said it was about racism, politics, and that they routinely voted for town officials who promised to fix those things but those people never got elected.

You do have to understand that, in the 1960s, kids even at 16 years old were not so much exposed to reality outside their neighborhoods.  We didn't have much on TV to watch other than national news, sitcoms and western show, and cartoons.  We watched Walter Chronkite, Bonanza, Disney, and The Flintstones.

I went to school, did my assigned homework, pulled weeds in the garden, helped my Dad around the yard, learned to play golf as Dad's caddy, played some football and board games with friends, and that was about IT!

Two years later and I was thrown into college at the safe State University.  I was supposed to learn some academic skill, get a good job, and carry on the White European tradition.  I went to college in 1968, and The Vietnam War got in the way.  I started to learn things I wasn't supposed to learn. 

I learned about the treatment about minorities.  I learned about inequities.  I learned that not all was fair.  I learned that minority students faced difficulties I did not. 

And the Vietnam War was bad, but worse for minority soldiers than white soldiers.  They didn't get promoted as readily, so they were on the front lines more often.  When they came home wounded, they didn't get the same treatment.

And to be honest here, I was never in Vietnam.  My college deferment protected me until the government had that one massive lottery and I dropped my college deferment and I drew a number never called.  If my number had come up, I would have gone, and I would probably be a very different person than I am today.  But my number wasn't called.

So I stayed in college and started thinking about things.  I changed my major from mechanicl engineering to political science and started studying people and society and how "it all worked".  I had been vaguely Progressive Republican and changed to Progressive Democrat.   There is a difference. 

The former has a "noblesse oblige"aspect of helping those lesser than you; the latter has more of a "we are all equal so help those who need help".  I fail sometimes in attitude sometimes, but I keep in mind that a good start in life helps make a better future for most people. 

I know too many people who think that skin color somehow implies ability.  I know why skin varies and it is just a general adaptation to sunlight exposure.  There is a reason why Scandinavians have whiter skin than Southern Europeans and them being lighter than Africans.  It has nothing to do with intelligence or ability.  It has everything to do with history and geographical advantages. 

Read 'Guns, Germs, and Steel' sometime.  It will open your eyes.

Meanwhile, for the rest of my life after college, I have supported ideas to make the cultural and financial differences of minorities fairer. 

It's why I am a Democrat now.  Things have to become fairer.  That is basically the whole premise of a fair society.  I cannot not support the "Me First" attitude of the Republicans.  And to be honest, I think some Democrats go overboard.  But given 10 issues, I will probably agree with the Democrats on 8.

OK, I've had my say on the subject.