1. Some people have used “Right Coast” and “Left Coast” to refer to the cultures of the United States.  It’s a forced label, a way of slamming the folks on the West Coast for being lefties.  I say forced, because what’s the reason for calling the folks on the East Coast, splendid as they can be, “right?”

    It’s one of those labels that masks as much as it reveals.  But I bring it up because I just heard that Minnesota has passed a same-sex marriage bill.  By a healthy margin (75 to 59) in the House and a pretty satisfying one in the Senate (37 to 30) as well.  I have this boxing image of knocking the opposition, left, right, and now center.  I know that does a serious disservice to Iowa, who got there first.  But people kept calling Iowa a fluke.  Now, with Minnesota also allowing gays and lesbians to marry, Iowa has shown it was more a trend-setter than a fluke. 

    So close on the heels of the state senate vote in Rhode Island in April, extending the rights to all six New England states, and Delaware a month earlier, Minnesota seems like a much bigger deal, not just because of the fact it extends gay rights north from Iowa farther into the heartland of America but because Minnesota was one of those states where it clearly looked for a while like it was going to go to a constitutional ban.  It’s a really dramatic turn-around.   Minnesota, remember, is where that catshit crazy lady, Michele Bachmann, comes from, the wacko arguing now that 9/11 and the Boston Massacre are the punishment of an angry God on a sinful nation.  Following her logic, they need to dig up Tamerlan Tsunaev's grave in Virginia and put his remains wherever we put those folks who died serving the Lord's purpose.  Ms. B. also makes the argument  that what has just happened "denies religious liberty to people who believe in traditional marriage," a deliciously original way of using the English language, since no liberty has been taken away except the alleged liberty to take away other people's liberty, which liberty no one in this country has in the first place.  "How dare you take away "my right" to dictate what rights you should have?" she is saying – "You have no right to remove my right to stand on your toes."

    What a relief Minnesotans with a brain must be feeling to see some evidence she doesn't speak for the whole state - even if they don't agree with the outcome.

    Also significant is the speed of change.  It all started in Massachusetts in 2004, but it was four more years before California and Connecticut would follow suit in 2008.  Now we have three states approving it in very rapid succession and bringing the total to twelve.  (I should note that the "approval" dates vary depending on whether you count the days, like this one, when the second house of the legislature approves it, the date when the governor signs it, or the date it goes into effect.  Minnesota's law will go into effect on August 1, if the governor signs it - and he has promised he will.)

    Twice in my life I have gotten involved in gay politics at a time when we faced a formidable opposition to gay rights.  The first was the Briggs Initiative, when Anita Bryant was on the verge of convincing Californians that if we allowed gay men to teach in the public schools they would abuse their children.  The second was when the Catholics and the Mormons teamed up to buy enough airtime to persuade the next generation of gullible Californians of something similar – gays are not people to be allowed near your children.  Because of those scare messages, the majority voted to take away the right of gays and lesbians to marry in a state referendum, the infamous Prop. 8, the constitutionality of which is now being debated in the Supreme Court.

    We know exactly where that anti-gay message originates.  Ratzinger, who became Benedict XVI of the Roman Catholic Church, has referred to gay people as “intrinsically disordered.”   He had earlier referred to homosexuality as an “intrinsic moral evil.”   That message was passed on to American Catholics by their bishops in the fall of 2006, when Bishop Arthur Serratelli of Paterson, N.J., head of the committee on doctrine, declared: "Homosexual acts are never morally acceptable. Such acts never lead to happiness," he said, because they are "intrinsically disordered." 

    Interestingly, American Catholics knew when to let things go in one ear and out the other.  Polls show Catholics are ahead of the average American voter in approving the rights of gays and lesbians to marry.   You’ve got to wonder about the intelligence of the likes of Serratelli, a grown man who claims millions of people cannot be happy because they do not share catholic hang-ups.

    The other source of funds buying misinformation has been the Mormon Church.  There too, there has been an interesting development.  Thanks to the dogged efforts of Fred Karger, among others, the once hidden fact that the church had had 77 people working on the California debate over Prop. 8 in their headquarters in Salt Lake, has been exposed, and there has been a huge backlash.  So much so that the church is now apparently backing down.  It was effectively a no-show in the Rhode Island debate, for example. 

    Possibly the most dramatic revelation, though, of how homophobes work may be in the latest tax return of the so-called “National Organization for Marriage.”   It turns out this group, which claims to be the voice of conservative America, is actually 90.5% funded by ten individuals.  70% funded by two individuals.   What once looked like it might be a serious grass roots effort turns out to be just another example of Americans trying to buy votes.   Not so much a story about homophobia as a story about how money talks in America.  

    It’s like watching sand castles being washed away by the tide.

    There’s still tons of work to do.  Best guess on the Supreme Court decision seems to be they are going to throw it back at the states to decide.  If that happens, we will have to go state by state through these expensive debates and discussions and votes to rescind the constitutional amendments prohibiting same-sex marriage.  That will take time.

    But at least now we’re don’t have to compare ourselves to the former East and West Pakistan, a nation divided by a whole bunch of "not our kind" of people.  You can get married on the East Coast.  You can get married on the West Coast.  And you can get married in the Center.

    Happy days.


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    1. I just watched the cray-cray lady (Mrs. B.) holding forth in a video several years ago about how, if Minnesotans don't resist, activist judges will impose the Massachusetts model on--gasp!--the heartland state of Minnesota. This was when only Massachusetts had walked down the path of equality.

      And now all that Mrs. B. feared has happened, but not via the judicial system. It has happened via the votes of the people's elected legislative representatives and the endorsement of the people's elected governor.

      Just as you say, Alan, it means much that this is happening in the very center now!

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  2. Just came across a great story from that wonderful city I went to on my very first adventure with bright lights and the big city – Munich, Germany.  It was in 1960 when I first discovered that “Millionendorf” (village of a million people) with its thirty-seven museums and its forty kinds of beer.  It was a treasure store of grand boulevards and rococo churches and its beautiful English Garden.  Still is.  It was my opening to the world after growing up in rural New England.  I’ve written about how rural New England is no longer a place I want to run from.  But it’s also true, once I had a taste of city life, which Munich gave me, I never looked back, and I’ve never been sorry.

    With my North German background, there was a bit of distancing from Catholic Bavaria.  Not real prejudice, actually, but sort of a sense that “they’re not us.”  Not much different from what New Englanders feel about people from the Carolinas.  Or used to.  So much has changed since I was a kid.

    It was in Munich that I left behind first organized religion and, soon after, religion altogether.  I had joined the Lutheran Church while I was in college, and since I had grown up associating the German Lutheran Church my family attended with Germany, I expected to find a home.  I deliberately sought out a Lutheran dormitory to live in.   Instead of the beer-drinking, singing, dancing, fun-loving Germans I grew up with I found a rather cold, rigid and somber folk.  Not bad people.  Just not a whole lot of fun.

    For years I accepted the explanation that it was because Munich was so very Catholic that the Lutherans who lived there had become defensive about their faith, and that led to a kind of killer earnestness.  I doubt now that I had my finger on the pulse of religious differences, but I do remember how very strongly religious identity figured in my life in those days.  And how very conscious I was that I was living in an intensely Roman Catholic environment.

    Then the years went by and I remember reading somewhere that by 2010 non-Catholics had come to outnumber Catholics in Munich.   Things change in fifty years.

    All this by way of a very long introduction to another, totally unrelated story of a boy and his Catholic Church I read in a Munich paper just now.  It’s the tale of a guy named Markus who wanted to be a priest.

    “No way,” said the church.  “You’re gay.”

    Fine, he says.  I’ll just go and make babies, then.

    Which he did.    Twenty-two so far, and counting.

    Markus became a sperm donor.  Found him a bunch of lesbians who wanted to make babies with him, and together they followed the biblical instruction to be fruitful and multiply.

    All this might not have happened if the state (don’t know whether it was Bavaria or the Federal Republic) had not determined that lesbians would not be eligible to apply for sperm donations.  Fine, says Markus.  If the state won't let you pay for sperm,  I’ll give you my stuff in a cup for nothing.  Come on over, bring your partner, we’ll do the thing, you stand on your head for a while and we’ll see what happens.  Turns out young Markus has some powerful stuff.  It almost always takes the first time.

    What you see here is old-world Catholic Bavaria, like most Catholic regions, once a conservative and patriarchal place, giving way to a new Bavaria, more secular, more accepting, more "catholic" in the sense of all-embracing.   As the church's influence wanes (attendance dropped from 22% in 1990 to 13% in 2009), so do some of its tired ways.

    There is irony all over this story.  The church, with all its talk of "family values," has become a dried-up increasingly irrelevant institution.   Religion, more often than not, is little more than a kind of "decayed spirituality" and the Roman Catholic Church illustrates that definition to a tee.   For years, gays and lesbians knocked at the church door appealing to be allowed in.  Increasingly they're learning the world can actually be a better place if they stop knocking.   No longer satisfied to be the spinster auntie or nice uncle Freddie who never found the right girl, they are making their own families now.  Oh, and Mr. Bishop person?  You can't fire me; I quit.

    What you have here is one instance of women who are building families together.  Under the old rules, women had to marry men if they wanted children.  Under the new rules they can marry each other and illustrate the old feminist maxim that women need men the way a fish needs a bicycle. 

    That’s way overstated, of course, because it does not, and never will, tell the story of most women  for whom the heterosexual model works just fine, thank you.  But here in the land of the three Ks, where Kinder (children) once went only with Küche (the kitchen) and Kirche (church), some women have found them a nice man named Markus to make babies with, and from all appearances things are working out just fine.

    I say from all appearances because I know this guy Markus only from the newspaper story.  I don't know the real guy.  Unless I hear otherwise, though, I’m going to assume his motives are what he says they are.  He charges no money for his sperm.  He identifies himself to the children born with his genes, so if they have questions about where they came from, they will get answers.  He may one day come to think this was not the best way to go.  He’s already, apparently, having trouble finding a partner, because he is committed to the women he has worked with and the children he has spawned.  After all, would you get involved with a man who has twenty-two children to buy birthday presents for, twenty-two birthday cakes with candles to blow out?  And counting?  Then there's his mother.  "Stop, my darling child.  For the love of God, that's enough!"

    The important part of this story, though, it seems to me, is that Markus and these lesbian mothers are bringing children into the world who are wanted and will be cared for.  They are being born into families who, from all appearances, will raise them in loving homes.  The parents, biological and chosen, are taking responsibility for their actions.  There are no accidental pregnancies here, and none of these children will ever doubt that their real parents (the women who raise them) wanted them and that their biological father was the very antithesis of a deadbeat dad.  A man who once wanted to be a priest, yet.

    And – I don’t know about you – but I think it would be cool to know you have 21 half brothers and sisters and to be able to name them all.  Without being born in a harem or to polygamist Mormon fundamentalists, I mean.

    The only part of the story that I think people might want to take issue with is Markus’ snide remark that he enjoys getting back at the church that rejected him.  Sounds a tad petty, I'll admit, but I think the church has that one coming.  And it doesn’t change the fact that he’s going about this with a high sense of responsibility, or so it seems to me.

    Brave new world, this is.  New families.  New rules.  Lots of new things.

    As for that old line the homophobes drag out every time there is a debate over same-sex marriage – God made Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve, and gays and lesbians shouldn’t be allowed to get married because they can’t reproduce.

    Well, by showing Markus the would-be priest the door, the Catholic Church in Munich
    just fixed that, now didn’t they.




    baby picture credit:  (Note:  The baby in this picture is not related to any of the babies in the story, as far as I know.  It's just a terribly cute baby named Otto, and I hope his parents, whose blog I found this picture on, won't mind if I use him to represent happy babies everywhere.)



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  3. Taku and I had a lovely pizza dinner at friend Jason's last night (salmon pizza, another with Italian sausage, a third with "white" vegetables - all in loving memory of Jason's partner, Anthony, whose pizza-making talents were legendary.

    Taku is heading for Japan shortly for a memorial service for his grandmother and has been out buying a black suit and black tie so as not to stand out as an ugly American with a Hawaiian shirt for the occasion.  And the talk, over pizza, turned to death and dying and other things funereal.

    "What are those slats you find at Japanese graves?" Jason asked.

    "I don't know," Taku answered.  "Something written in Sanskrit."

    And we sat there feeling real uninformed - which we were, of course - and in need of enlightenment.  It was something both of us - Taku with his twenty-four years spent in Japan and me with my twenty-four years spent in Japan (not all the same years) - felt we ought to have picked up somewhere, but hadn't.

    The first thing I discovered, as I went digging this morning, was that those flat-faced wooden slats you find next to Japanese graves are called sotōba.   In Chinese characters, that’s: 卒塔婆.  And that strikes me as terribly curious, since sotōba  (actually the second o is a long o, so it’s pronounced so-toe-oh-ba, ((but say it real fast so nobody thinks you’re stressing the oh)) ) is actually the Japanese way of saying “stupa.”  And stupas, as you know, are those round things that look like an inverted tea cups.  So how did tea cups turn into flat sticks, Roseanne Rosannadanna wants to know…

    All-knowing Wikipedia has this to say about stupas:

    A stupa (from Sanskrit: m., स्तूप, stūpa, Sinhalese: දාගැබ, Pāli: थुप "thūpa", literally meaning "heap") is a mound-like or semi-hemispherical structure containing Buddhist relics, typically the ashes of Buddhist monks, used by Buddhists as a place of meditation.

    Type 卒塔婆 into your Japanese-English Google translator and you’ll see it translates it as “stupa.”  Wikipedia makes mistakes, but Google is never wrong.

    Here (above) is a picture taken by a blogger of a stupa in Gotemba, near Mt. Fuji:

    And here are a couple of images of the sticks we're talking about, also known as stupa/sotōba.  

    You’ll see the sotōba are written in Chinese characters in the top picture, not Sanskrit, although Taku insists he remembers them being in Sanskrit, like the ones in the bottom picture, and people complaining after paying the Buddhist temples all that money to get a dead ancestor a name, it’s a shame they can’t read what it says.  In Chinese characters, they could sound it out, at least.

    And that brings us to the content written on these sticks/stupas/sotobas.  What’s written on those sticks/planks/pieces of wood (no offense intended) is the “kaimyou” 戒名.  The “kai” means “instructions, or “warnings”, the “myo” means “name.”  So the “name you use when you are on guard” is the posthumous Buddhist name you are given after you die.  For which you drop a little cash into the collection box.

    According to one source, those crafty Buddhist caretakers have been gouging the bereaved of late:
    Bereaved families throughout Japan have been shocked by the amounts of money charged by priests and temples. Bills totaling several million yen are not uncommon and have left many people feeling like victims of price-gouging.
    … “Kaimyo is not a commodity to be traded for money,” says the Japan Buddhist Federation, comprised of 60 established Buddhist sects.  “Any money or gift you give to your priest or temple is strictly a donation you offer voluntarily.”
    The same article says a kaimyou name is made up of only two characters, but you can beef it up by adding more characters to give the deceased a higher rank.  And why would you have poor gramps live his eternity as a corporal when you can make him at least a colonel?  Originally everybody got a kaimyou when they embraced the Buddhist faith.  Apparently now you only get one when you pop off, evidently because – in Japan, at least – that’s the first time you get really serious about your religion.

    Kaimyou is also translated “precept name” – precepts as in rules for living: no harming living beings, stealing, sexual misconduct, lying and intoxication, although why you should slap the rules for living on somebody just as he passes off his mortal coil remains a mystery to me – as was the reason a stick is called a stupa, which sent me off on this quest for answers.

    In digging around, I kept coming back to the story of the “Sotoba Komachi,” which in Arthur Whaley’s account of the story, is about an old woman named Komachi who sits and rests on a “stupa” (Sotoba no Komachi = “Komachi of the stupa”), which is described now not as a teacup but as a “log carved into five parts, representing the ‘five elements’.  Komachi is apparently well-known to those up on Noh drama.  Ono no Komachi was a 9th century erotic poet known for her beauty.  She is courted by Fukakusa no Shosho.  She tells him if he will visit her continuously for one hundred nights, she will become his lover.  He almost makes it, but misses one night and she has to turn him down.  Whereupon he dies of a broken heart.  And then his death sends her into such grief that she dies.  Things were tough in the 9th Century.

    Her story lives on in Noh Drama and in poetry.  Here she is, in her old age, sitting on a stupa (a highly irreverant act, we have to note).  Which leads to another question.  If she dies of grief, what the hell is she doing sitting on the stupa in her old age?  Answer one question and another just pops up.  Apparently she lived to a ripe old age and had plenty of time to "meditate on the arrogance and heartlessness she displayed to her suitors as a young beauty" (so this happened more than once?) before dying of a broken heart.

    And you've got to love the poetry, (it's a waka, by the way) I think:

    Original Japanese Text Roman characters         Approximate meaning
    花の色は 移りにけりな
    いたずらに
    我が身世にふる
    ながめせしまに
    Hana no iro wa Utsurinikeri na
    Itazura ni
    Wa ga mi yo ni furu
    Nagame seshi ma ni
              The flower colors           wilted and faded away
              while I meaninglessly
              existed in this world
              as the long lasting rain continued


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    top to bottom: sky, wind, fire, water, earth
    What ties this all together, actually, is this thing called the gorintō, which means “five-ringed tower,”  also called a “gorinsotōba,” (五輪卒塔婆).  There you can see the link between the sotōba and the wooden log, which the stick has come to represent.  I won't go into it - you can read the explanation for yourself.  For more details on the gorintou than most people could possibly want, check here and here.

    So much Google can teach you when you let your fingers do the walking.  This search took a while, but I got there.  The real fun part, though, were all the distractions along the way.

    Like this, for example: 
    The high prices of funeral plots, costing on average 2 million yen, have led to a new service of Grave Apartments (お墓のマンション ohaka no manshon?), where a locker-sized grave can be purchased for about 400,000 yen. Some of these may even include a touch screen showing a picture of the deceased, messages, a family tree, and other information. Due to the cost of land, a graveyard in Tokyo has recently been opened by a temple in floors 3 to 8 of a nine story building, where the lower floors are for funeral ceremonies.[citation
    It would appear that, in Japan, at least, you can die and immediately “move upstairs.”

    And, alas, Japan is not the crime-free paradise it once was.  Apparently you can get your ashes stolen for ransom.
    There are a number of cases where the ashes of deceased persons have been stolen from graves. The ashes of famous cartoonist Machiko Hasegawa and of the wife of real estate chairman Takichi Hayasaka were stolen for ransom. The ashes of famous novelist Yukio Mishima (1925–1970) were stolen in 1971 and the ashes of novelist Naoya Shiga were stolen in 1980. The ashes of the wife of the baseball player Sadaharu Oh went missing in December 2002. (source).
    The Mimizuka Stupa
    Next time you're in Kyoto, you might want to visit the five-part stupa at Mimizuka.  Mimizuka, incidentally, means “Ear mound,” which is a take-off on the Hanazuka (“Nose-mound”) which is a monument to the noses of Korean soldiers removed from the corpses by Japanese soldiers when Toyotomi Hideyoshi invaded Korea between 1592 and 1598.  Originally they were supposed to bring the heads home, but no doubt somebody discovered along the way that less is more.

    Anyway, you can see (left) how the stupa is now getting vertical.


    And here you see (on the right) a close-up of a wooden stick divided into the five parts.

    The search for the what these sticks were on all these Japanese graves, which led to the discovery that they were the same thing as stupas, is now solved.  Check out here, for example, where you read, just to sum up:
    The stupa was originally a structure or other sacred building containing a relic of Buddha or of a saint,[5] then it was gradually stylized in various ways and its shape can change quite a bit according to the era and to the country where it is found.[3] Often offertory strips of wood with five subdivisions and covered with elaborate inscriptions also called sotoba can be found at tombs in Japanese cemeteries (see photo below).[2] The inscriptions contain sūtra and the posthumous name of the dead person. These can be considered stupa variants.

    And there you have it.

    See where conversations over pizza can lead you.


    picture credits: the Gotemba stupa
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  4. I’ve been poking around and collecting tons of trivia on Russia these days, spinning off from the news about the tragic Tsarnaev family and following all the folks piecing together their family history.  The Washington Post has a fascinating article, complete with timeline on four members of the Tsarnaev family, Anzor, his wife Zubeidat, and their boys, Tamerlan and Dzhokhar.  The sisters didn’t amount to much, but the boys have managed to put places on the map you’d never have heard of in a million years, possibly.  Tokmok, for example.  A town we are told is “just east of Bishkek.”

    Way to push my absurdity button.

    Sounds like something a bad science fiction writer would come up with.  Let’s go down to the river, Og Og and make pek pek. 

    But Tokmok is a real place.  It’s in the province of Chuy, which is a combination of sounds I’ve heard before in connection with Brazil (it’s its southernmost city) and a number of very nice Mexican kids I’ve come across over the years.  Tokmok, Chuy, is in the very northern part of Kyrgyzstan, right on the border with Kazakhstan.  All very mountainous, I understand.  If you go from there to Almaty, the capital of Kazakhstan to the East, you have to first drive about seventy miles to the west to cross the border and then it’s another three hours or more.  A total of about 300 kilometers.  But you can walk it, via a more direct route through the mountains, according to Google maps, a distance of only 215 kilometers, which you can do easily in about 44 hours. 

    The picture you see at the top is an ad for an air conditioner.  Pretty cool (no pun intended), with the full-sized mirror, don’t you think?  The words продажа, установка mean sale, installation, in case you were wondering.   I don’t know what the going rate for air conditioners is in Tokmok, but I’m sure with a bit of perseverance, you could find out.

    That Washington Post article has a wonderful picture of Anzor and Zubeidat, who once lived in Tokmok for a time.  Handsome dude, was Anzor in his time, although one wonders why he and Zubeidat were masquerading at the time as the Munsters.  She clearly swung her pendulum all the way when she went in later years to America and ran a beauty parlor in her kitchen, but in these early days, they were clearly hiding from anybody with a pair of scissors.  And that cute little feller on her lap who will go down through the centuries as a bloody mangler of limbs.


    Idle google searching brings so many delightful surprises.  You learn that some of your fellow Americans cannot distinguish between Chechnya and the Czech Republic, for example, and the Czech ambassador feels put upon to speak back to the insult.  Love that Ambrose Bierce line, “War is God’s way of teaching Americans geography.” And for those of you prematurely convinced that racism is dead and gone in America, tune it to some of the discussion about how the Caucasians, Tamerlan and Dzhokhar, were not really white people, leaving the rest of us to wonder why.  Because they’re Muslims?  I mean there’s dumb as your shoes.  And then there are the folks convinced that Caucasians aren’t really white.  Even the Japan Times picked up the news that “Fox News just said ‘Chechens are not Caucasian’ despite the fact that Chechnya is literally IN THE CAUCUS (sic)”

    In fact, since you asked, according to one source, (a Wikipedia site is the best I can do – they refer you to Science “The world's leading scientific journal” of 19 May 2000:Vol. 288 no. 5469 pp. 1158DOI:10.1126/science.288.5469.1158)  "The Nakh–Dagestanian languages are the closest thing we have to a direct continuation of the cultural and linguistic community that gave rise to Western civilization."  Google “Chechen Language” and you find “Chechen (Noxc̈iyn mott) is ... together with Ingush and Bats, a member of the Nakh branch of the Northeast Caucasian language family.   Dagestan is where the Tsernaevs call home today.  Even with blonde roots to the base of your skull, you couldn't get more Caucasian.

    OK, enough of that.  All this splashing around in Russian waters has made me yearn for a bit of Dmitri’s voice.  It has been a while.

    Some of you may remember that two years ago, I blogged about one of my greatest pleasure-giving obsessions – a Schwarzenegger tank of a guy with a drop-dead handsome face and an elegant white mane of hair to die for (excuse the double death metaphor, but one does get carried away…), the Russian opera singer Dmitri Hvorostovsky.

    Comparisons are cruel, and I’m a cad for putting anybody up against Dmitri, but I was rummaging around Russian music sites and thinking to myself how really bad some singers can get, when I came across some YouTubes of Alexander Gradsky and realized I had yet to plumb the depths.

    Gradsky was apparently pretty good in his youth, but there’s this one song that is so bad you wonder how they had the courage to post it.  Gradsky singing one of those big orchestra sentimental nostalgic tunes the Russians love so much.  This one is “Zhil byl ya” (I once was…)  The title says it all.  

    Awful awful orchestra, awful awful singing.

    I remember Gradsky from the days I learned another one of those sentimental numbers, “Kak molody my byli” (How young we were).  He’s not quite so wretched singing that one:

    But why, I ask myself, am I wasting my time on Gradsky when I want to get to Dmitri?   You have to think of that wonderful adventure you get at the Imperial Palace in Kyoto, where they take you in through some strange circuitous route through the dull woods before they let you see the splendor of the imperial gardens.  The Japanese of eons past knew a lot about the pleasure of delayed gratification.  That delay imposed by the Japanese Imperial Household Agency came to mind when I forced myself to listen to Gradsky being wretched all the way to the end before leaping ahead to listen to Dmitri do it.  Like watching a musical caterpillar turn into a butterfly before your eyes.

    Man, can that guy hit home!   Look at the ladies in the audience wiping their eyes.  The men, too.

    What a rich and wonderful place is Russia.   A place on the planet which is a whole lot more than Moscow and St. Petersburg.  The Cossacks, for example, of Southern Russia and Ukraine.  A race of people, sort of like the Hessians, who made a name in history for themselves as policemen.  Or, if you’re up on Jewish history, as terrorists for the tsarist state. 

    The word Cossacks sounds linguistically too close to the word for their neighbors, the Kazaks for them not to have a common origin, I thought, so I poked around there for awhile until I got lost in the vast territory of Central Asian history.  The latter is of Turkish origin, the former of Slavic, but somewhere there’s a big daddy that they can both point to.    “Cossack” is a Cuman word.  What we call Central Asia was once called the Cuman-Kipchak Federation.  It means “yellow” because they apparently were all pretty much, kind of, you know, blond people.  Which is weird, because they came originally, in the 11th Century, from China.  And in case you had any doubts as to their ethnic origin, consider this – the Lord’s Prayer in Cuman and in Turkish:

    English: Our Father, who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name, thy kingdom come, thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.

    Cuman: Atamız kim köktesiñ. Alğışlı bolsun seniñ atıñ, kelsin seniñ xanlığıñ, bolsun seniñ tilemekiñ – neçikkim kökte, alay [da] yerde.

    Modern Turkish: Atamız sen göktesin. Alkışlı olsun senin adın, gelsin senin hanlığın, olsun senin dileğin– nasıl ki gökte, ve yerde.

    Or, if you run the Turkish through the Turkish-English translator, you get:

    Our ancestors, you're in heaven. Whether alkışlı your name, let him khanate you get, that's your wish-how in heaven, and on earth.

    So much for the Cossacks, to be distinguished from the Kazakhs, to be distinguished from the Dagestans and the Chechens.  And, if you’re going to join in with all the folks playing amateur historian and blaming the Muslims for what these Caucasian boys have gone and done, you'll need to get serious about just who the Caucasians are.  You probably ought to familiarize yourself with the Kartvelian peoples, the Georgians, the Adjarians, the Svans, the Mingrelians and the Lazs.  Then there are the Northeast Caucasians, the Avars and the Andic peoples, the Akhvakh, the Karata, the Botlikh, the Gogoberi, the Chamalal, the Bagvalal and the Tindi.  And the Tsez people, the Tsez, the Hinukh, the Bezhta, the Hunzxib and the Khwarshi.  And the Lezgic people, the Agus, the Lezgins, the Rutuls, the Tabasarans, the Tsakhurs, the Udins the Archins, the Dargins, and the Khinalugs.

    Then there are the Laks, which include, besides the Chechens, the Bats, the Kists and the Ingush.  And the Northwest Caucasian people include the  Abkhazians and the Abazins, the Adyghe, the Kabardins, the Circassians and the Ubykh.
         
    How about another Dmitri song.

    How about this one, another favorite of mine.  It’s a song about the Russo-Japanese War of 1905, which the Russians lost.  The Japanese won and went on to become major militarists because of it.  You know the results.  The song, “Na sopkakh Manchzhurii” (In the hills of Manchuria).  A lovely, very sad, waltz.   It goes like this:

    Around us, it is calm; Hills are covered by mist,
    Suddenly, the moon shines through the clouds,
    Graves hold their calm.
    The white glow of the crosses — heroes are asleep.
    The shadows of the past circle around,
    Recalling the victims of battles.

    Dear mother is shedding tears,
    The young wife is weeping,
    All like one are crying,
    Cursing fate, cursing destiny!

    Around us, it’s calm; The wind blew the fog away,
    Warriors are asleep on the hills of Manchuria
    And they cannot hear the Russian tears.
    Let sorghum’s rustling lull you to sleep,
    Sleep in peace, heroes of the Russian land,
    Dear sons of the Fatherland.

    Dear mother is shedding tears,
    The young wife is weeping,
    All like one are crying,
    Cursing fate, cursing destiny!

    You fell for Russia, perished for Fatherland,
    Believe us, we shall avenge you
    And celebrate a bloody wake!


    Remember, American amateur historians, there was a time just over a hundred years ago when Russians were fighting a bunch of East Asians Manchuria, the part of the world where the Turkic hoards came from who became, among other things, the “blond” Caucasians, who became the Europeans, which is much of us, and Chechens who ended up fighting the Russians, and some of them came to America and got homesick for their Muslim homeland and went off the deep end and became vicious killers who made their shoplifter mother shout out, “America, what did you do to my children!”

    Go ahead.  Wade in to all this and sort it out.

    I'll join you in this quest for a historical perspective.

    Maybe tomorrow.

    Right now, I'm shutting down to spend the rest of the day with Dmitri's gorgeous voice.


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  5. All the New Englander parts of my identity are dancing up and down at the moment.  Rhode Island, the sixth and final New England state to approve same-sex marriage has just put out the welcome mat.  New England now speaks with one voice, and that voice has said, loud and clear, that the era when gays and lesbians were expected to cower in shame before the boney pointed fingers of bishops and bible thumpers is now done.  At least in New England.

    I grew up in Connecticut, went to college in Vermont, was confirmed in a church in New Hampshire.  My father was from New England’s capital, Boston, in Massachusetts.   When asked years ago where I would most like to live, I remember thinking of the coast of Maine, which I knew as a lobster-loving kid.  Rhode Island is the only state I don’t have many connections with, other than learning as a kid it was founded by Roger Williams running from the theocratic Pilgrim fathers, and was a place one could be proud of.  Roger Williams has been referred to as the first abolitionist, and he gets credit, as well, for being the author of the idea of a “wall of separation” between church and state, an idea and a phrase which Thomas Jefferson picked up.  (I was taught by Baptist Sunday School teachers, and some of that religious-nationalist pride has stuck, it would seem.)  Forgive me for my slant on things, thinking the state now has lived up to its potential as a place for free-thinkers.  Took some time getting there, but they’re there.

    I left New England for California nearly three quarters of my life ago, and without regrets.  California.  You know.  That state that used to lead in education, in mental health care, in so many ways.    Also, unfortunately, the state that gave us Richard Nixon and Ronald Reagan and Proposition 8.  You’ll forgive me if once in a while I wonder if my rejection of my New England roots and my total embrace of California was really the right move.

    It was.  I have selected one part of New England that is admirable and put it up against parts of California that are not.  An intellectually dishonest comparison and a waste of time.  But I can’t help those thoughts bouncing around in my head right now, which I’m going to give free rein to and say, “New England, I’m glad to know you.  I think you’re mighty fine.”

    It’s not yet a done deal, of course.  The Rhode Island house approved it some time ago, and the senate voted yes just yesterday (Wednesday, April 24).  The governor has agreed to sign it.  It just has to go back to the house for approval of the latest changes, basically giving some righteous religious organizations the right to keep their view that there is something wrong with homosexual people. 

    The votes are clear victories.  The Rhode Island House approved it 51 to 19 and the Senate 26 to 12.  These are considerable margins, all the more significant when you consider that Rhode Island has the second highest percentage (44.3) of Roman Catholics (after Massachusetts, with 44.9) in the country.  Once again we need to remember that when you hear people speak of “the Catholic vote” or “the Catholic church’s position” that they may be making the erroneous assumption that the hierarchy is the church.

    It has been a great run for gay people lately.  I blogged my delight at the Maori love song at the New Zealand parliament the other day.  I apologized (as if they needed it) to Argentina for not making a bigger deal when they extended rights to gays and lesbians we don’t have in this country.  And Uruguay – that country I’ve always given a bad rap to because my pocket got picked once in Montevideo.  (The rap is totally unjustified, by the way, because other Montevideans went out of their way to get my passport and wallet back to me, when the thieves tossed them into the street.)  So bully for Uruguay!

    And France!  How about France!  As my friend Elizabeth said once, when complaining about life in Germany – “There’s only two things wrong with these people – they don’t make decent croissants and they’re not French.”

    The battle in France is interesting.  In the center of Paris, just a seven minute walk from the Hotel Esmeralda, where my partner and I stayed in a room looking out on Notre Dame, one time – one could never have a more storybook Parisian vacation – just seven minutes from there is the church of St. Nicholas de Chardonnet.  Despite the smile that name should bring to the lips of any wine-loving Francophile, the church is actually a center for an archly conservative Catholic group known as the SSPX, the Society of Saint Pius the Tenth, a group committed to the idea that the reforms of Vatican II were in error and we need to go back to the old ways.   You know the old ways.  Blaming Jews for the death of Christ.  Keeping women barefoot and pregnant.  So conservative they even embarrass the pope.  A kind of Tea Party with überCatholic values.

    The church is a center for the opposition forces fighting against the right of  French gays and lesbians to marry and news items lately include images of the good Abbé Beauvais in Roman collar shouting at the CRS (the riot police) to “matraquez les décadents" (club those decadent people!).  So much for the religion of God’s love.  For a more in-depth treatment of the church’s role in the French opposition to marriage equality, see Bill Lindsay’s blog this morning and the John Lichfield article in The Independent to which he refers. 

    Fortunately, despite the surprising amount of violence associated with the struggle for this latest step in full equality for LGBT people in France, the French parliament went and did it.  Voted on Tuesday, a day ahead of Rhode Island, for marriage rights to all.  The vote was 331 to 225, another comfortable margin, although four conservatives later claimed they didn’t know what they were voting for because the light was in their eyes.   Just joking.  One guy said there were too many flashing lights on his electronic voting board.  We all get confused.  They allowed him to change his vote.

    The Connecticut Senate (yeah, home state!) just voted 34 to 0 to allow gay people who lost their veteran rights under Don’t Ask/Don’t Tell to get those rights back. 

    Santa Fe, New Mexico’s city council pulled a Gavin Newsom the other day and voted 5 to 3 to grant marriage licenses to gay people to marry on the grounds there were no laws against it in New Mexico.   (San Francisco’s mayor Gavin Newsom, remember, got the ball rolling which eventually got same-sex marriage rights passed in California before Prop. 8 overturned them.) 

    Delaware, Minnesota, Illinois and Nevada are all talking about same-sex marriage rights.  No telling who will get there first and how long it will take the stragglers, but the momentum is unmistakable.   The GOP sees the writing on the wall and one Republican congressman after another is switching sides.  The conservatives in Britain and the socialists in France are both leading the charge.  From mighty world power France to little Rhody, people are coming to recognize the evil that has been done in the name of fear and organized religion, and they are now increasing the pace to put things right.   It feels good to be able to see positive change like this.

    And did I tell you I’m from New England, originally?

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    1. The light was in their eyes, indeed, Alan! A wonderful overview of an exciting several days, con brio. And comforting to read at a moment in which the reaction (and downright hatefulness) among Catholic leaders seems to be at its most intense in a long time.

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  6. So much about American democracy needs fixing.  The planet’s burning up,  and we can’t fix it because we dance to the tune of Exxon, Shell, ConocoPhillips, Chevron and BP.  90% of Americans are in favor of greater gun control and 60% of the Senate votes against.  The media are full of evidence that American democracy is in shambles, and everybody I know has victim fatigue.  Many of my friends tell me they don’t read my downer diatribes anymore.  If you’re going to write, send more music and doggie pictures, they tell me.

    Solutions are elusive because the issues are complex.  We don’t want to give up our cars, and Republicans get a lot of mileage out of scaring people about rising gas prices.  The people of Wyoming get the same representation in the Senate as the people of California do, even though we outnumber them 66 to 1.  So while it makes sense for Dick Cheney to go hunting in Medicine Bow, Wyoming, Dianne Feinstein normally doesn’t carry a gun when she goes to Oakland, California.  He speaks of “the rights of law-abiding citizens” to carry guns. She knows how many kids die on the streets of Oakland.  We see things differently, depending on where we come from.

    I tried all week to avoid the misery that came out of Boston, but there was no escaping it.  It was top news around the world for a while.  My first encounter with the story came following the Huffington Post coverage, when I found myself getting terribly frustrated by one of the first sources I normally turn to.  They were going on and on about “the suspect’s whereabouts.”  I had tuned in on the chase, so this is perhaps excusable, but I wanted to know why these two young brothers were suspects.  It took me forever to get the story, and in the meantime I was listening to interviews with their mother and father who claimed they were set up.  Considering how common it is to hear of overzealous police and prosecutors, one has to wonder.

    I am satisfied, now that it has come out these guys shot and killed some of their pursuers and that they hijacked a car and apparently confessed to its driver that they were indeed the Marathon killers, that “suspects” did in fact mean “killers” in this case.  But it still bothers me that the two words are now apparently used interchangeably by so many people so much of the time.

    The whole story went on that way, mixing good news with ugly suspicions.  I was happy to see people burst into applause as the cops drove through Watertown in a kind of victory lap after the capture.  They put their lives at risk and deserved such happy recognition.  But what ruined the scene was the thuggish people shouting U-S-A!  U-S-A! and pumping their fists, suggesting we had just gone to war and won against enemies who had threatened us. 

    It’s the whole thing about war.   Some Saudi Islamicists bomb the Twin Towers and we manufacture lies to justify an invasion of Iraq.  Most Americans still today accept that as perhaps a mistake, in retrospect, but no big deal.  A political error.  Out of our hands.

    Excesses from the liberation movements of the sixties leave us with a serious drug problem.  Nixon has the opportunity to declare a medical emergency and to identify the addicts as victims.  Instead, he creates "pushers" and "users" as enemies in a “War on Drugs.”   For a history of that folly, see Dan Baum’s Smoke and Mirrors.  

    Tamerlan Tsarnaev is now dead.  His little brother, Dzhokhar, is in the hospital in critical condition.  After killing four people at the Boston Marathon and injuring 170, they ran into the great American war machine – a thousand FBI agents, many thousands of SWAT officers, all aided by the fact that everybody and everything is filmed these days, and they were tracked down in very short order.  They contributed to their own demise, by admitting they were the Marathon killers to that guy whose car they hijacked, but mostly it was modern-day sleuthing that got them.  A story with a happy ending.  Really.

    I know there’s probably no way to keep this from being defined as a terrorist act.  It was exactly that.  The problem is, once it is so labeled it gets to be part of the “war” on terrorism.  That war on an abstract notion, as opposed to a tracking down and punishing of individuals with brains fried with hatred at real and perceived wrongs done to their religion.

    Lindsey Graham, John McCain, Kelly Ayotte and Peter King, the Muslim-hater, Republicans all, are all over this, wanting to make sure young Dzhokhar doesn’t get any legal protection.  No Miranda rights, say our fearless leaders.  Enemy combatant.  Guantanamo for this guy.  Oops, can’t do that, he’s an American citizen.  No matter.  Enemy.  Enemy.  Enemy.  No rights.  

    We’re at war, you see.  We don’t need no stinkin’ badges.  No stinkin’ rights.  We can withhold Miranda.  Alan Dershowitz, by the way, is suggesting that decision may bite them in the ass if they want to apply the death penalty.  Dzokhar’s defense lawyer can argue you can withhold Miranda only if there is a clear and present danger and an urgent need to get more information out of the prisoner.  The police had announced they got the guys and the danger was over.  Careless, this is.  All because we need to act like gang busters all the time.  Start with the Big Berthas, bypass the normal procedures.  Go to red alert.  Go to war.


    Look at this story.  Two boys from Central Asia, from the Caucasus.  Chechens running from the War in Chechnya with their mother and father.  They come make a home in Boston, where most of America’s Chechens live, I understand.  They grow up here.  Speak English natively.  They are Americans.  Immigrants, like so many of us, but Americans.

    Something goes wrong.  They get caught up in religious fanaticism.  Tamarlan does, at any rate.  We don’t know how much independent thinking went on on Dzhokhar’s part.  He seems to have been following the tribal value of following his big brother, not the more common American value of being your own man.  We will have to wait and see if he speaks and if he can tell his story.  At the moment, the injuries to his throat suggest this may be a long way off.  He’s been charged with use of a “weapon of mass destruction” – you know, like the weapons the Americans used in Iraq – for which he could get the death penalty.  

    Bottom line here, for me, is that with our clumsy American ways, our bull in the China shop tendency to panic, to shut down the city – effective as it was – to call every conflict a war, thereby laying the ground for military solutions – we’re always going to be destructive instead of smart.

    The French sociologist, Olivier Roy, has made the case several times over that France’s problems (and this would apply elsewhere in Europe, as well) with politicized Islamic movements are as much home-grown as they are rooted in terrorism generated abroad.  Young people of Muslim heritage get caught between the religion and ethnic identities of their parents on the one hand, and the outsider label in France, the only home they’ve ever known.  While women in Muslim countries fight to take off the hijab, many French Muslim girls go against their mothers’ wishes and put it on.  I suspect something like this is going on in the case of the Tsarnaev boys.  Just a guess, of course, since my knowledge is limited to my attempts to read between the lines in all the news reports.

    But one thing seems clear.  The information-challenged right wingers who want to blame immigrants, or Islam, or some other “other” are wrong.  There may be reason to fear terrorist groups in Pakistan or Yemen or wherever we drop bombs from drones.  But that’s not the whole story, by any means.

    You can call this 19-year old Muslim boy named Dzokhar, lying in critical condition in a Jewish hospital, a terrorist if you want.  You’d be technically correct.  But don’t miss the fact that he’s also a boy.  That his horizons up till now have been limited.  That he grew up mostly in Boston and formed his view of the world in large part by what he was exposed to in the United States.  It will be relatively easy to try him, find him guilty, and execute him.  But if you want to understand him, don’t lay the blame on Islam.  Look for answers in the struggle young people go through looking for identity and getting caught in the cracks, being too much exposed to America’s killer side and not enough exposed to its idealism.  Overwhelmed by the challenge to make sense of the fight between tradition and modernity. 

    I used to say I was little more than the last book I read.  Susceptibility to fads and to any given zeitgeist is part of the rapids kids have to swim in their teens and twenties.  Dzokhar, I’m convinced, got caught on the rocks. 

    We could take any number of paths from here on.  We could try to understand him and educate ourselves about what thousands of young people all over the world are facing in this struggle with modernity.  Or we could do what we are far more likely to do.  Listen to politicians who will whip us up and make us cry for blood, because it will get them votes.

    I wish things were otherwise.



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  7. I fell in love with a song yesterday.  Went absolutely ape-shit bonkers over it.  Couldn’t stop listening to it.

    The song is the Maori love song, Pokarekare Ana, and it serves as New Zealand’s unofficial national anthem.  Imagine.  A country with a national anthem that is a love song.

    I already had a powerful admiration for New Zealand - for its willingness to lead in opposition to nuclear proliferation, for the fact it was the first modern state to have universal suffrage (in 1893), and for being the first country to have its three top positions held by women (Prime Minister, Helen Clark; Governor General, Dame Silvia Cartwright; and Chief Justice, Sian Elias).  But yesterday my admiration went off the charts.  And I can’t be sure whether it was because they became the thirteenth nation to extend the civil right to marry to gays and lesbians, or because when they did so their parliament was ground to a halt by the singing of a love song.   Have a look at the video of the vote count announcement for the full experience.  Make sure you have your hankie at the ready.  

    If you’re a New Zealander, you’re probably shaking your head at my naïveté, or wondering where I’ve been all these years that I shouldn’t know this melody.  Or at my presumptuousness to think this song might get picked up by gays and lesbians as their theme song, as well.  I was probably overdoing it there, but no matter.  The song went straight to the heart and began to dance there.

    It’s not just the melody that got to me, obviously.  It’s a rather plain song, not in the same league as some of the more dramatic show tunes – think Alfie Boe singing “Bring Him Home,” for example, at the 25th Anniversary performance of Les Misérables at Albert Hall.  It’s more in league, maybe, with Amazing Grace in singability and for the way it lends itself to rich harmonies by choirs and large groups of people.  It’s a song, in other words, that spells community.  And solidarity.  And optimism.  Listen to this version, for example by a college men’s group called the Front Row Chorus.

    And that’s not to say it doesn’t hold its own when kicked upstairs (or schmaltzed up, depending on your degree of music snobbery)  and sung by soloists who know how to knock you over with their talent.  This operatic duet version with Welsh tenor Bryn Terfel and that New Zealander popular singer with the purest of voices, Soprano Hayley Dee Westenra.  Or, Hayley Westenra doing it solo.  Here, for example, if you'd like it with Japanese subtitles. 

    Then there are the many versions by New Zealand’s own Kiri Te Kanawa, herself of Maori origin. This Millenium New Zealand performance, for example.   Or this one, where she sings it a capella:

    Apparently it has made a huge hit not only in Japan, but in Korea, as well.  Here are a couple versions done by Korean groups, here and here.   If your tear ducts haven't had enough flushing, consider that the reason the song is so big in Korea is that Maori soldiers came to the aid of South Korea during the Korean War and taught it to Korean children.  Or so I'm told.  If you'd like to sing along in Korean, here are the words in romaji (with some liberties taken with the English translation, as you can see).

    As the periculous storm calms down
    [Biba ram E chidun bada, Janjan hae juh oh Myun]
    Hoping for your arrival today
    [Oh Neul Guh dae oh shi ryeo nah]
    Acrossing the sea
    [Juh Bada Gunnuh Suh]
    Although the shining stars at night are beautiful, you amorous eyes are more beautiful than ever
    [Bam ha neul eh ban Jjack E neun byulbit do arumdapjiman Sarang Seurun gue dae nun en, deo ook ah reum da wo rah
    I will wait for you, I will wait for my love x2
    [gue dae man el, gidariri nae sarang...]
    Don't stop here.  The many versions keep spilling out of YouTube like clowns out of a telephone booth.  Some are exquisite, some merely good, some terribly schlocky - the Xena the Amazon Lady version, for example.  Nice harmony, but the video is strictly you gotta be kidding.  

    In digging around for more information about New Zealand and about this song, I came up with all sorts of interesting information.  New Zealand has, besides God Save the Queen, I mean, an official national anthem that is also head and shoulders above most national anthems as a beautiful melody.  How do they do it?

    And how do they know to treat their Maori minority with such respect?  About half a million of New Zealand’s four million inhabitants are Maori, only just over 160,000 of whom have even conversational ability in the language.  About 70,000 are native speakers today.  But just as Switzerland accepts Romansch as one of its four official languages, New Zealand is not concerned with numbers, but with historical representation and respect.

    Not only is their national anthem a thing of beauty, it shouldn’t be missed that it is sung first in Maori, and then in English.

    And you haven’t heard it all yet.  Besides considering Pokarekare Ana an unofficial national anthem, they actually have one more official one:  The third language is New Zealand Sign Language.

    It occurred to me at some point yesterday while I was going on and on over what had just happened in New Zealand, that I had given Uruguay short shrift.  They, too, had just passed legislation granting same-sex couples the same rights opposite-sex couples have to have their life partnerships recognized officially.  And, for that matter, I didn’t hop up and down when Argentina granted its people those rights, either, despite the fact I have a special affection for Argentina for that wonderful period in my life when I lived there in 2007. 

    The only way I can explain it, is that there was something about the music.  Watching people cry and shout with delight is one thing.  Watching them burst into song – a love song, at that – is another.
                


    picture credit of the New Zealand Parliament leader making the announcement that the vote was 77 to 44 in favor.

    Don't miss, while you're at it, the great speech by Maurice Williamson leading up to the vote.

    And that woman in the rainbow-colored coat at the center of it all in the first video of the vote count announcement?  Her name is Louisa Wall, and she's the Labour MP for Manuwera.   She's the major force behind it all.  Kudos!  Kudos too to the woman behind the woman, her partner, Prue Kapua.



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  8. A friend just sent me an article by William Rivers Pitt, editor and columnist at Truthout, letting Obama have it for agreeing to reduce Social Security benefits for no apparent reason other than because it might help him in negotiating with the intransigent Republicans.

    Unless everything I’ve been reading lately about the Republican Party is a lie, they are coming apart at the seams.  Why on earth should this be a smart thing to do?

    "All Mr. Obama had to do,” Pitt writes,  “…was hold his coalition together, a task easily within his means. Instead, he threw a live hand grenade at his own people."

    What on earth can Obama be thinking?  Are we going to hear him say some day that he couldn’t tell us what he was up to because it was a secret and if he did it would ruin the trick he is trying to pull on the Republicans?  That’s hardly a thought that inspires confidence.

    All week I've been debating whether Maggie Thatcher gave us any reason not to dance on her grave.  Some of my friends are trying to make the case that her policies pulled Britain out of the doldrums.  From my perspective, they only divided Britain into two nations, rich and poor, increased the wealth divide and destroyed the sense of a common purpose - or at least damaged it considerably.  I also just listened today to one of those brilliant debates the Germans put on television, this one about whether and how wealth inequality in Germany should be addressed, if at all.   Germany, like Britain and the U.S. is increasingly a country where the rich get richer and the poor get poorer.  Worse, there are signs that there is less and less social mobility and the lines between the classes seem to be hardening.  Not only are the people at the bottom out of sight to the people at the top, but their children are unlikely to be any better off.

    It seems to be in the zeitgeist that it’s perfectly fine to declare “I've got mine and what happens to you is not my problem.”   The reverse Robin Hood problem, taking from the have-nots so the haves can have some more.

    For a very long time now it seemed that we had reached the end of history, the moment where there is sufficient democracy, sufficient equity in our societies, a sufficient number of safety nets to protect people from falling through the cracks, and we could not merely allow the rich to get richer, but to encourage them to do so, on the grounds that some of their wealth would trickle down and they’d create a tide of national wealth to raise all boats – pick your metaphor.  That’s the Republican line today, even after the evidence is now clear that trickle-down doesn’t work.

    But you know the figures.  Everybody is talking about them:

    From 2009 to 2011, average real income per family grew modestly by 1.7% (Table 1) but the gains were very uneven. Top 1% incomes grew by 11.2% while bottom 99% incomes shrunk by 0.4%. Hence, the top 1% captured 121% of the income gains in the first two years of the recovery. From 2009 to 2010, top 1% grew fast and then stagnated from 2010 to 2011. Bottom 99% stagnated both from 2009 to 2010 and from 2010 to 2011.  (source

    How can a Democratic president, in this day and age, under these circumstances, justify taking more from the people with the least among us?  What is he thinking?

    I know, I know.  It’s because we don’t have a democracy.  Because the Democrats who run the government have the same goals as the Republicans who run the government – to serve the interests of corporate America and Americans with money.  That’s what you’re going to tell me, right?

    Right?

    But it’s not really true, is it?  You’re exaggerating, right?

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  9. The Supreme Court is taking up, at long last, two big court cases this week affecting the rights of LGBT people.   On Tuesday they will hear the challenge to Prop. 8, which took away the right of LGBT people to marry in California.  And on Wednesday, they will hear a challenge to DOMA, the nastily mis-named “Defense of Marriage Act” which imposed a no-gays-allowed policy nation wide that has prevented gays and lesbians from all sorts of benefits, from tax benefits to adoption rights to hospital visits – more than 1000 in all – that straight people enjoy and gay people don’t.  Most people are predicting that DOMA will be overturned.  There is less certainty about the Prop. 8 case.

    If you have access to today’s New York Times, they did a splendid job of laying out the complexity of the two cases, on page 16, complete with flow chart and graphics depicting what people are calling the 1-state solution, the 9-state solution, and the 50-state solution to the Prop. 8 battle.   (They don’t use these terms, and the graph was made before it became clear that Colorado would join the eight states with domestic partnerships, but the terms are the right ones.)

    The 1-state solution, if the Supreme Court decides to resolve the conflict this way, would overturn Prop. 8 in California and return to gays the right to marry, but it would leave everybody else out.  It would uphold the decision that the U.S. District Court (Judge Walker) in California reached to overturn Prop. 8.  It would be what is called “the narrow ruling,” the ruling which decides on the basis of those couples taking the case to court, not on the basis of all gay people’s rights generally.  The way they would get there would be via a curious legalism.  When Judge Walker decided Prop. 8 was unconstitutional, he decided in favor of the couples (one of whom was named Perry) who wanted to marry, and against the government of the State of California (then headed by Schwarzenegger), which was obliged to uphold the bad law.  But then the government folk who were supposed to defend this homophobic law some more drew the line when it went to the 9th Circuit Court of Appeals.  They said no.  They (including Schwarzenegger) agreed with Walker that Perry should win and Schwarzenegger should lose, and they wouldn’t support it.

    So then the same anti-gay religious folk who put Prop. 8 on the ballot in the first place (and paid all that Knights of Columbus and Mormon money for false information to mislead California voters into voting for it) decided they would have to take up the appeal, if Schwarzenegger wouldn’t.  Now in real life they should have been shown the door, since the rules say only people directly affected by the law have the right to sponsor efforts to do this.  But somebody bent over backwards, and let them do it.   What the Supreme Court can do now, if they want to make this a narrow ruling, is simply declare these religious pork butts had no standing.  They should not have been allowed to take it to the Appeals Court in the first place.  And that would mean the Appeals Court never happened (even though the Appeals Court upheld the Walker decision – told you it was complicated) and the Walker decision would stand.

    Nine U.S. states have domestic partnership or civil union rights (eight at the moment, and Colorado starting May 1st) which are essentially the same as marriage rights.  This means that the battle over same-sex marriage in these states comes down to a battle over the right to the word “marriage.”  The Supreme Court could decide to accept the argument that it makes no sense to grant rights to do something but insist on making a semantic distinction that hurts gays and at the same time doesn’t help straights.  The 9-state solution would simply extend to the people in the nine states with domestic partnership or civil union rights, the right to call themselves married.  That would mean gays and lesbians could marry in nine more states, in addition to the nine states (plus D.C.) where they can already marry, making it eighteen states plus D.C., where same-sex marriage is legal in the U.S.

    The 50-state solution, if chosen, would be derived from the argument that anti-gay bias is not a proper basis for law-making, and all restrictions gay people now live under would therefore be removed.

    Obviously I believe the right thing for the Supremes to do is give us the 50-state solution.

    Most people I know who have been following this struggle closely are guessing it’s a toss-up between the 1-state and the 9-state solutions.  Nobody I know thinks we will come out of this hearing with no changes.

    I keep thinking about the comment I heard Ruth Bader Ginsburg make the other day, that Roe v. Wade may have been a mistake.  It made abortion safe and legal – no small thing – but it hardened the right wing and gave them cause to distrust the legal system and start down the path of crying “activist judges!” every time they were faced with a decision they didn’t like.  The implication is this could happen again if the Supremes go for the 50-state solution, because clearly many in the country are not “ready for it.”

    This is in line with the thinking of other justices who believe the Supreme Court has to be “prudent” and “move slowly.”  Not get too far ahead of the thinking of the country.  It has to do its job assessing constitutionality, of course, but we’re supposed to believe they have to consider which cases to take and when to take them on the basis of the pulse and the mood of the country.  That bothers me.

    There are two forces urging caution.  One consists of people you hear on the Fox Network arguing as if the only rule that applied to American democracy was majority rule.  These people act as if the Supreme Court had no function to override laws passed at the expense of basic constitutional rights.  They have been talking this way since Prop. 8 when it appeared the majority of Americans were against same-sex marriage.  No court, they wanted you to know, Supreme or otherwise, has any right to go against the supposed “will of the people.”  You’ll note they are singing a different tune now that the tide has changed and the majority of Americans are in favor of same-sex marriage.  I heard Tony Perkins argue this morning that the polls were wrong.   Poor fellow.  Where else can he go now?

    The other force are the wise and practical people, like the ACLU, which made a very strong case that Boies and Olsen should never have taken up the cause of same-sex marriage because the country “wasn’t ready” and they might lose and set gay rights back an entire generation.  The ACLU didn’t anticipate how rapidly things would change, and how in a few short years support for same-sex marriage among young people would be in the 80% range. 

    It’s an interesting philosophical question, whether to let the majority rule on everything.  Thank God we don’t.  Democracy without constitutional constraints is mob rule.

    Consider what American majorities have wanted in the past, and have gotten away with, actually – slavery, white supremacy, keeping Jews out of country clubs, putting children to work in factories, keeping women from voting, forcing Chinese laborers to leave their women behind in China to make a living, putting Japanese in concentration camps, taking the country to war in Vietnam and Iraq, keeping gays from marrying.  OK, some of those are not so much majority decisions as government decisions, but they were approved of by the majority.

    Without a strong independent judiciary, this country, like any other country ruled by selfish passions and money and hero-worship and self-interest, is a democracy off the rails.  Without fair-minded judges who have a higher purpose than enforcing majority opinion, we can’t make it.

    And that’s the argument for the government we have, where the Supreme Court may soon decide that Prop. 8 and DOMA are unconstitutional.  Where democracy can be restored.

    And if Scalia and Thomas decide the way we think they will?  And if three others join them?  Will I still be such a fired-up supporter of the courts as Superman heros fighting mob rule?

    What happens then?

    We live in interesting times.


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  10. It didn’t take long after Jorge Bergoglio was elected pope before the world lined up on one side or another, loyalists singing his praises, and those with a less sanguine view of the Catholic Church digging for dirt.   Most people seem to be advising a wait-and-see approach, and expressing optimism that here, at last, we may have in Francis a pope who will do as he says he wants to do, turn the church away from corruption and denial to what the majority of Catholics would like it to be.  A home to be proud of.  A place of love and charity.

    No less visible, however, are the dirt-diggers, people calling attention to the fact that this man was in fact elected by a profoundly conservative bunch of cardinals packed into the curia during the reigns of the last two profoundly conservative popes to advance the task of mitigating, if not undoing, the reforms of Vatican II. 

    The word of the day during Vatican II was aggiornamento – “updating”, modernizing the church, making it more accessible, more relevant to people increasingly accustomed to democracy and a sense of morality based on the concept of human rights, without regard for man-made distinctions of race, creed, ethnicity, gender and sexuality.

    Today, a full generation after Vatican II, the church is back in the hands of the conservatives, most of whom long for the days of a unity of doctrinal belief, and absolute, unquestioned loyalty to the pope and the hierarchy.  To these people the church is the hierarchy and constancy, not reform, should be the church’s most notable feature.  Jorge Bergoglio, for all his talk of a new start, is very much the poster boy for this school of thought.

    Bergoglio comes from a country where the church has made many enemies through its lust for power.  All over Latin America the church is associated with silks and satins and jewel-encrusted rings, and limousines, and images of cardinals and archbishops and nuncios at banquets with uniformed dictators, and perhaps particularly in the countries of Argentina, Brazil and Chile, where the dictatorships have been the most far-reaching.  Argentines are reacting with mixed emotions to the election of one of their own to the throne of St. Peter.  Some see the Holy Spirit at work.  Others are simply happy to have an Argentine raised up in world consciousness, and couldn’t care less what the man’s ideas are all about.

    My concern is that we are making a terrible mistake in overlooking those ideas and dwelling on the symbols, the fact that he cooks his own meals, takes the bus and not a limousine to work, dresses more simply than others might in his position and kisses the feet of modern-day lepers, the victims of HIV/AIDS.  I am also concerned that in all the noise about his alleged participation in Argentina’s “Dirty War,” we are losing sight of what his rightwing approach to human rights can lead to today.

    I think trying to dig up dirt on Bergoglio, while it may thwart the efforts of those who would put a halo around his head, is a red herring.  There is no doubt the Argentine Catholic Church is – or at least has been – a pretty nasty institution.  Bergoglio may have helped the wheels go round, but he was probably small potatoes during its lowest ebb in modern times as great enabler of the dictatorship.  I’m afraid we will end up crying wolf and concluding only that this was all an unfair attack by leftist fanatics, that the man should be given a clean bill of health and sent happily on his way with our best wishes.  If that were to happen we would be missing the woods for the trees.

    Background: The Dirty War and the Church

    Just to get those charges out of the way, let me give a little background on the attempt to paint Cardinal Archbishop Bergoglio as anything but saintly.

    First off, let’s separate him from his predecessor’s predecessor, Cardinal Aramburu, who was Cardinal Archbishop of Buenos Aires from 1975 until 1990, from just before the start of the period of State Terrorism known variously as the time of the “dictadura” (the “dictatorship”), or “the dirty war,” or officially as the “Proceso de Reorganización Nacional” (the “National Reorganization Process”) and continued in this role as head of the Argentine Church for seven more years until 1983 when the generals were expelled for taking the country to war with England and losing, the year before.  According to the current Argentine Ministry of Education’s own official treatment of the period, it was a time in which all political activity was suspended, Congress and all political parties were dissolved, thousands of books were burned and political opponents of the regime were tortured and killed.  30,000 is the official figure for the “disappeared”, many of whom were known to have been dropped from planes and helicopters into the ocean, and many were buried in mass unmarked graves without identification. 

    And what did the good Cardinal Archbishop Number One Man of the Church have to say about all this?

    He denied it was happening.

    The best sources on this period of Argentine history include the books and articles of Horacio Verbitsky, a regular writer for the Buenos Aires daily, Pagina 12.    Verbitsky is not without his own critics, many of whom insist his active participation in a terrorist organization, the Montoneros, should give one pause.  Verbitsky, on the other hand, argues that the thugs who overthrew the legitimately elected Peronist government (Isabel, this time, not Juan or Eva) ran a reign of terror which had to be overthrown by any means necessary.  And besides, he himself never actually killed anyone.

    Amy Goodman had Verbitsky on her program, Democracy Now, a few days ago (the 15th of this month), and the interview is worth listening to. Verbitsky gives both sides of the story he told in his book, El Silencio, that is at the center of the controvery over Bergoglio’s involvement in the Dirty War.   Bergoglio was the Provincial Superior of the Jesuits at the time and two of the priests under his charge, Orlando Yorio and Francisco Jalics, claimed he abandoned them and allowed them to be captured by the police and tortured.  Bergoglio’s version of the story is that the contrary is true, that he warned them of the danger, urged them to leave their work in the slums, and when they ignored his advice, he actually went to General Videla and tried to get them free.  Verbitsky presents both sides of the story.  For a version of the story which presents facts which put Bergoglio in the worst possible light, see Brett Wilkins, of the Digital Journal.   

    Adolfo Scilingo is a former Argentine naval officer who was sentenced to 640 years in prison for crimes against humanity, twenty-one years for each of the thirty people he threw from a plane to their death between 1976 and 1983, five for torture, five for illegal detention.  In 1996, Scilingo sat for interviews with Verbitsky which Verbitsky turned into a book with the title, El Vuelo – ‘Una forma cristiana de muerte’.*  The “Christian form of death” referred to comes from Scilingo’s explanation of how he was able to get himself to engage in such unspeakable crimes.  He went to the chaplain at the Naval School of Mechanics, (the man was Father Alberto Ángel Zanchetta) he says (p. 38), with a guilty conscience, and was told that since these men had to be eliminated – war is war, after all – at least this was “a Christian death, because they didn’t suffer.”

    Verbitsky is also known for his dogged pursuit of the story on the priest Christian von Wernich, who justified participating in torture for all the usual utilitarian ethical reasons of the day – he was fighting communism.  When he was done, Cardinal Archbishop Juan Carlos Aramburu sent von Wernich off with a new name to hide in a parish in Chile, in order to protect him from justice, once the generals were overthrown.  The same Aramburu who knew what was going on and denied it from the start.  The same head of the church in Argentina who routinely denied death and suffering, routinely gave communion to the torturers.  The same head of the business-as-usual church in whose obituary it is recorded that John Paul II sent a telegram of condolence, declaring himself “profoundly saddened” at the news of a “pastor who served his people and his church with such pastoral charity.”

    No mention by John Paul of all the talk surrounding this man and his work as Great Enabler of the Dictatorship.

    Verbitsky is arguably Argentina’s leading investigative journalist, winner of the 1995 Latin American Studies Association Media Award, and author of a dozen books.  Verbitsky also heads Argentina's main human rights organization, the Center for Legal and Social Studies.   Available only in Spanish, to my knowledge, is his 2005 book El Silencio, mentioned above.   It contains the subtitle “Catholic, Military Argentina” and includes the following synopsis:

    Cuando la Comisión Interamericana de Derechos Humanos visitó la ESMA en 1979 no encontró ni rastro de los prisioneros. Con la ayuda de la Iglesia, la Armada los había escondido en la isla "El silencio", el lugar habitual de recreo del cardenal arzobispo de Buenos Aires. No se conoce otro caso en el mundo de un campo de concentración en una propiedad eclesiástica. 

    (When the Interamerican Commission on Human Rights visited ESMA [the Naval School of Mechanics] in 1979, it found no sign of prisoners.  With the aid of the Church, the Army had hidden them in the “Island of Silence,” a vacation retreat that belonged to the Cardinal Archbishop of Buenos Aires.  There is no other known example of a concentration camp on church property.)

    It continues:

    Las relaciones secretas que este libro revela después de casi tres décadas de silencio incluyen la seducción que el almirante Massera ejercía sobre el papa Paulo VI, el doble juego del ahora cardenal primado Jorge Bergoglio, la colaboración del nuncio Pío Laghi y del secretario del vicariato castrense Emilio Graselli con el programa de reeducación de prisioneros de la ESMA.

    Con la prosa apasionante de un thriller, Horacio Verbitsky describe la fascinación del mal sobre una institución cuya finalidad declarada es hacer el bien.

    (The secret relations that this book reveals of almost three decades of silence include the [power of] seduction Admiral Massera exercised over Pope Paul VI, the con game of the present Cardinal Primate Jorge Bergoglio, the collaboration of the nuncio Pio Laghi and the secretary of the military vicariate, Emilio Graselli, and his program of reeducation of the prisoners of ESMA.  With the passionate prose of a thriller, Horacio Verbitsky describes the fascination with evil of an institution whose espoused goals are to do good.)  For another Spanish language source, see here.

    Verbitsky is by no means alone in his criticism of the Church.  There are voices within the church itself arguably more critical than Verbitsky's.  Father Eduardo de la Serna, for example, whose Wikipedia page describes him as "the Argentine church's strongest critic".  He heads up an organization called the Grupo de Curas en Opción por los Pobres de Argentina (Clergy Group for the Rights of the Poor of Argentina) and was outspoken at the time of von Wernich's trial in 2007 and in favor of his sentencing.  And Rubén Omar Capitanio, from the Neuquén Diocese, who also testified at the Christian von Wernich trial in 2007, and who has listed some of the charges which have been made against Aramburu.  Aramburu is accused of:

    • giving the chief of the Federal Police the place of honor at the funeral mass for five priests of the the Palotine Society (whose founder,  Father Palotti, was declared a saint by John XXIII during the time of Vatican II) and accepted his condolences, in full knowledge of the fact it was this same federal force that had murdered the five priests.      (One should note, by the way, that it was Father Bergoglio who, in 2006, initiated proceedings to canonize the five as “martyrs to the faith.”)
    • accepting false excuses expressed by the Ministry of the Interior and not demanding they use their influence to stop the excesses
    • closing of the Metropolitan Cathedral as a place of refuge
    • accepting at the communion rail the leaders of horrendous public crimes
    • declaring, at Fiumicino Airport in Rome, that “in my country there are no clandestine graves,” that everyone receives a Christian burial, even though it had become public knowledge that thousands of such burials had taken place at dozens of cemeteries
    • making no efforts to act as father and pastor to the priests, religious and lay people detained, disappeared or jailed
    • not knowing what was going on at the Navy School of Mechanics (the ESMA, Escuela Superior de Mecánica de la Armada,) which was within his jurisdiction and for not knowing in general what the whole world knew of the horrors going on in Argentina
    (See also this report on Capitanio’s participation in the von Wernich trial in the New York Times.) 

    Bergoglio’s involvement

    The story of Bergoglio’s awkward relationship (for lack of a better word) with Liberation Theology priests working with the poor, Orlando Yorio and Francisco Jalics, make up the strongest case against him.   But there are others.  Eighteen officers who had worked at the Naval Mechanics School during the dictadura finally came to trial in 2010.  Bergoglio was asked to testify and took clerical privilege to be able to be questioned in his own office when he gave testimony about his own involvement.  Some of that testimony is available in Spanish at the "Abuelas" site (the grandmothers of the Plaza de Mayo).

    Luis Zamora, a human rights lawyer who did most of the questioning, described Bergoglio as “reticent” and added , "when someone is reticent they are lying, they are hiding part of the truth."  Zamora found it suspicious that Bergoglio was able to arrange meetings with Videla and Massera, the two military leaders.  The implication is if he was just a lowly figure, as Bergoglio maintains, this would seem highly unlikely.  Bergoglio maintains that he kept no record of those meetings, “because the time pressures were so great” and “he had to move too quickly to write anything down.”

    At one point Zamora asked Bergolgio, "In these thirty-four years what was the reason that you never approached the courts to give all of the information that you knew and that you are now giving us?"  The court did not allow the question, and Bergoglio did not answer. 

    This all looks bad, but one has to recognize the lack of certainty in the charges and the fact that it’s not the whole story.  The dictatorship ended not with a bang, but a whimper, and for years an official policy of denial and whitewashing dragged on.   To fight this forgetfulness and apathy, a group of children of the disappeared known as the H.I.J.O.S. (hijos = Spanish for “sons and daughters”) Hijos por la identidad y la Justicia contra la Olvido y el Silencio (Children for identity and justice in opposition to forgetting and to silence) formed to find alternative ways to bring the criminals to justice.  These include a popular form of protest peculiar to Argentina, known as the “escarche,” in which the crimes of an individual are exposed in order to shame him or her, when all the normal procedures of bringing a criminal to justice fail. 

    Some of what’s happening to Bergoglio at the moment has the appearance of an escarche.   Since Aramburu is dead and gone, those still unsatisfied with the church’s denials and refusals to be more forthcoming are now taking their anger out on Bergoglio.  The church in Argentina has been given a free pass, and it’s not an idle activity to probe more deeply for Bergoglio’s personal involvement.

    Although Bergoglio was much farther down the totem pole than Aramburu during the dictadura, he was nonetheless, as Jesuit Provincial Superior, a member of the clergy leadership class, and he had a voice, if he had chosen to use it.  The question today is the larger philosophical question of who is to blame when an entire system is corrupt.  How far does one go down the line in punishing Nazis and their collaborators, or hardliner communists in the East Bloc countries.  Or villagers in mafia-controlled Sicily, for that matter?  Must one speak out at the cost of losing one’s place as an insider, where one can do more good than if one “does the right thing” and takes a clear stand against evil? 

    Is Bergoglio one of these?   Is he innocent enough?  There are a lot of people scratching for dirt, and I am concerned that Bergoglio might not be getting credit where credit is due.  In Amy Goodman’s interview with Verbitsky on Democracy Now, for example, Verbitsky gives a response which may surprise us, considering his damning statements about how Yorio, one of the priests under his charge, blamed Bergoglio for his arrest.  The several lines of Q and A are worth reading in their entirety:

    AMY GOODMAN: ... We’re talking to Horacio Verbitsky, a leading Argentine investigative journalist, well known for his human rights investigations. I wanted to ask you about this issue of hiding political prisoners when a human rights delegation came to Argentina. Can you tell us when this was, what are the allegations, and what was the role, if any, of Bergoglio, now Pope Francis?
    HORACIO VERBITSKY: No, in this episode, Bergoglio has no intervention. The intervention was from the cardinal that in that time was the chief of the church in Buenos Aires. That is the position that Bergoglio has in the present. But in that time, he was not archbishop of Buenos Aires. When the Inter-American Commission on Human Rights came into Argentina to investigate allegations of human rights violations, the navy took 60 prisoners out of ESMA and got them to a village that was used by the Cardinal Aramburu to his weekends. And in this weekend property were also the celebration each year of the new seminarians that ended their studies. In this villa in the outskirts of Buenos Aires were the prisoners during the visit of the Inter-American Commission on Human Rights. And when the commission visited ESMA, they did not find the prisoners that were supposed to be there, because they were—
    AMY GOODMAN: ESMA being—ESMA being the naval barracks were so many thousands of Argentines were held. So where were they?
    HORACIO VERBITSKY: Yes, but Bergoglio has no intervention in this—in this fact. Indeed, he helped me to investigate a case. He gave me the precise information about in which tribunal was the document demonstrating that this villa was owned by the church.
    AMY GOODMAN: He said that they were hidden in a villa that was owned by the Catholic Church?
    HORACIO VERBITSKY: Yes. And the prisoners were held in a weekend house that was the weekend house of the cardinal archbishop of Buenos Aires in that time. And Bergoglio gave me the precise information about the tribunal in which were the documents affirming this relationship between this property and the archbishop of Buenos Aires.
      
    The real story

    Here’s what I’m getting at, though.  While we fuss over whether Bergoglio was one of the dirty guys, or merely a man of little power trying honestly to follow his vow of total obedience to his superiors, or actually one of the good guys trying to clean up the church in recent years, we must not miss the more troubling fact that this newly elected pope has other things in his history besides the dirty war.  Most recently, he fought tooth and nail against the move in Argentina to  allow same-sex marriage.  Although he lost, and Argentina joined the group of eleven nations where same sex marriage is legal, he described the efforts he opposed as “a ‘move’ of the Father of Lies who seeks to confuse and deceive the children of God.”  Satan himself, apparently, came to Argentina and made them do evil things. As many have pointed out, this is hate speech, pure and simple.  (And if you don’t think so, then you were not paying attention when they taught you to pray for the destruction of the Devil and all his works.)  One can't help but remember the testimony of Father Christian von Wernich, who insisted in court that the prisoners he tortured admitted to being "the tools of the devil."   The Argentine Church has never taken away Father von Wernich's right to say mass and forgive sins, by the way, while at the same time it has excommunicated all kinds of people for other reasons.

    The question today is to how consistently will Francis’ work at the Vatican be a continuation of his work as Cardinal Archbishop of Buenos Aires.  In another Democracy Now interview the other day, this time with Argentine historian Ernesto Semán, Semán tells of an incident where Bergoglio gave some indication of where he stands on the political issues of the day.   The current government of Cristina Kirchner is a liberal progressive one and, to no one’s surprise, Bergoglio and Kirchner locked horns over a number of issues in addition to same-sex marriage.   At one point, a military chaplain suggested openly that, because of his progressive views on contraception, the Minister of Health of the current government should be “thrown into the sea.”

    It doesn't take much effort at all to imagine what that must sound like to the ears of an Argentine with any sense of history.  The government demanded the chaplain’s resignation.   Bergoglio, however, refused to comply.  His preferred course of action was to wait for the priest to retire when his time came, thus demonstrating a “hands off” policy reminiscent of the decisions by many church authorities not to take action in priest abuse cases, but to protect instead the priest and the institution.

    There are other questions, too.  About his membership in the Jesuits, for one, and how that may affect his role as pope.  We know that the Jesuits saw themselves originally as the pope’s most loyal of subjects.  That a Jesuit could become pope was at one time virtually unthinkable.  Their founder, Ignatius of Loyola, composed eighteen “Rules for Thinking with the Church.”  Number 13 of those rules has gone down in history as the quintessence of blind obedience to authority.  It reads, in part, “if she (the church) shall have defined anything to be black which to our eyes appears to be white, we ought in like manner to pronounce it to be black.”  

    We also forget that the modern conflict over ultimate authority between those who would put the pope at the center of the church and those for whom the center is more properly “the people of God” is not a new conflict.   A similar conflict was present in the 17th and 18th centuries between the “conciliarists” who wanted the church run by ecumenical councils and “ultramontanists” (from “over the (Alps) mountains, i.e, not Germany, not France, but Rome) who wanted nothing to do with the idea of national churches or any diffusion of authority.  Jesuits were, from the beginning, associated with the ultramontanists and behind Pius IX’s efforts to settle the question once and for all with his doctrine of papal infallibility.

    At the same time, Jesuits have been notoriously independent.  Many have taken theological positions that are anathema and at odds with central authority.  There are Jesuits and there are Jesuits, in other words.  We have a pope who, whatever he may do about the poor and about the choice between taking a limousine and taking a bus,  is totally committed to doctrines established and fostered by his immediate conservative predecessors.  Female priests?  Not on your life.  Making celibacy voluntary?  Don’t bet on it.

    Another question, and a heartbreaking one for Catholics interested in the social gospel, is Bergoglio’s attitudes toward Liberation Theology, the view that the church should focus on the poor and on working toward greater distribution of wealth and elimination of class distinctions, so often taken for granted by the world’s power structures with which the official church has worked hand-in-glove.   Various liberation movements throughout Latin America have been put down, sometimes ruthlessly, with the church hierarchy’s open-eyed support.   See Robert Parry’s account of his struggle against the Church’s efforts to crush the Nicaraguan freedom movement, for example, and for the part the Argentine junta played on the side supported by Reagan and the CIA.  

    Abby Ohlheiser posted an article in Slate on March 14,  in which she discusses Bergoglio’s negative attitude toward Liberation Theology.  She mentions claims offered by the National Catholic Reporter that his reason for opposing their efforts had to do not with opposition to their working with the poor, but with keeping them out of politics.  When it comes to politics, after all, this is a church that wants to speak with one voice.  It does not want a thousand points of light or a thousand political perspectives from its underlings.  I'm in no position to engage in the debate going on within the church over Liberation Theology but the argument that Liberation Theory is Marxism simply won't fly.  At the same time, it is also true that many priests associated with Liberation Theology have lost their lives because governments too, in their own way, not the church this time, couldn’t distinguish between liberation theology and Marxism, and Bergoglio’s argument he was just trying to save Yorio and Jalisc from that fate certainly has surface believability.  It is not an area where one can draw conclusions with certainty.

    All of this supports Ernesto Semán’s point that the real problem we have to contend with in Bergoglio is not evil, or even bad policy, but a culture of social conservatism. A preference for pietism over activism.  An embrace of eternal certainties over an ever-evolving morality that grows with the benefit of human experience.

    For the Abuelas, the Grandmothers and the Mothers who marched every day in the Plaza de Mayo in front of the president’s palace demanding information about the disappeared, and for anybody else haunted by a lack of final justice against the criminals who ran Argentina from 1976 to 1983, getting at the question of whether the current pope had his fingers in the dirty work of the Dirty War is a nagging question that won’t let go.  They deserve to have their questions addressed.

    But for the rest of us focused more on the present than on the past, and those, like the Liberation Theologists, who believe God helps those who help themselves, we need to be concerned about business as usual in the Vatican.   American women and others who find their rights to control their own bodies repeatedly threatened by old men with stunted sexual imaginations, those of us in California who had our right to marry the partner of our choice taken away by the Catholic Church in Proposition 8, an imposition of the church's will on the lives of non-catholics as well as catholics, it must be noted, those fighting AIDS in developing countries thwarted by Catholic insistence that condoms, the single most effective preventative, are an instrument of the devil – we too have a stake in what this Jesuit from Argentina now assuming his new duties chooses to do with his power.

    In my view it’s not the man who failed to sway General Videla to free two of his priests in the 1970s we should worry about.  It’s not even the Cardinal Archbishop who tried to defeat the same-sex marriage rights of his fellow Argentines we should worry about.  In that battle, he was outweighed by his political opponent, President Cristina Kirchner, about whom he declared, "Women are naturally unfit for political office.  The natural order and facts tell us that man is the politician par excellence. The Scriptures show us that women are there to support men, who are the thinkers and the doers, but nothing more than that."  **

    Ms. Kirchner proved him wrong and won handily.  Today, however, she is meeting her former opponent and paying her respects in her role as a head of state to the new ruler of the world’s Catholics in Rome.  She will be showing him considerably more deference.

    It’s what he does with that deference that we need to worry about.




    *Verbitsky, Horacio, El Vuelo – “Una Forma Cristiana de Muerte” Confesiones de un oficial de la Armada.  2004.  Editorial Sudamericana S.A., Página 12, Debolsillo.

    ** (update - next day) - and then again, maybe he didn't make that statement.  My face is red.  I should have checked that out, as one checks out urban legends, before posting.  A church source attributes this statement to an Argentine commenter on Yahoo Respuestas who posted it under the name of Bumper Crop.  It was then picked up and posted on a Mexican Facebook site where it got 18,000 hits, a Costa Rican picked it up, etc. etc., and it went viral.   It is almost certainly a false attribution, because a google source finds no trace of it before March 13th, according to this church source.   Bergoglio's moves to keep women in their place are real.  We don't need to make things up.  Shame on these overzealous feminists, if that's even what they are.  Their heart may be in the right place, but their methods suck.  And shame on me for being suckered.  I apologize for my carelessness.  (I leave this in as a reminder to myself that no matter how tired I get and no matter how much I want to post something to be done with it, you gotta check your sources!)

    picture credits:

    putting the finishing touches on the pope - http://www.thejournal.ie/evening-fix-23-831988-Mar2013/
    pope kissing feet - http://holysoulshermitage.files.wordpress.com/2013/03/pope-francis-black-shoes-from-times-of-malta.jpg
    damning statement document - http://news.easybranches.com/2013/03/17/special-report-the-damning-documents-that-show-new-pope-did-betray-tortured-priests-to-the-junta/
    mujeres ineptas - http://democracyandclasstruggle.blogspot.com/ 

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