“The end of all knowledge should be service
to others.” United Farm Workers leader Cesar Chavez
Clarence Green in 2011 with Bill Lowe and wife Suzanne
At IUN’s annual
service banquet Clarence Green of Physical Plant was honored for his 40 years
with the university. Six years ago,
Green was deployed to Baghdad and assigned to the army’s 801st Combat Supply
Hospital. Not far behind was archivist
Steve McShane, hired by Ron Cohen and me 35 years ago. Among the attendees
gathered beforehand in the library/conference center lobby was Jonathyne
Briggs, a ten-year veteran, who showed me photos from a recent trip to Iceland
and Great Britain. Chancellor Lowe gave
me a hearty greeting. As I was leaving,
Anne Balay’s old nemesis showed up; minutes before, I’d run into him on the
Hawthorn Hall elevator. I attempted to
make small talk, and he cussed me out, employing the word a—hole, if I’m not
mistaken, both as a noun and an adjective. It doesn’t seem as if his conscience
is bothering him. Or is it?
above, Doreen Carey photo taken from Dunes State Park; below Jerry Davich photo
Responding to a
Jerry Davich sand and steel photo, Anne Balay wrote: “I miss this. Thanks, Jerry, and special thanks to James Lane, who
reminded me of his advocacy and sense of humor.”
Joan Baez introduced by Jackson Browne
At the Rock and
Roll Hall of Fame induction concert folksinger Joan Baez sang Woody Guthrie’s “Deportee,” which contains these moving and relevant lyrics:
The crops are all
in
And the peaches are rotting
The oranges piled up
In their creosote dumps
You're flying 'em back
To the Mexican border
To spend all their money
To wade back again
And the peaches are rotting
The oranges piled up
In their creosote dumps
You're flying 'em back
To the Mexican border
To spend all their money
To wade back again
Good bye to my Juan
Goodbye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos Jesus why Maria
You won't have a name
When you ride the big airplane
All they will call you
Will be "deportees"
Goodbye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos Jesus why Maria
You won't have a name
When you ride the big airplane
All they will call you
Will be "deportees"
Some of us are
illegal
And others not wanted
Our work contract's up
And we have to move on
Six hundred miles to that Mexican border
They chase us like outlaws
Like rustlers, like thieves
And others not wanted
Our work contract's up
And we have to move on
Six hundred miles to that Mexican border
They chase us like outlaws
Like rustlers, like thieves
The skyplane caught
fire
Over Los Gatos Canyon
A fireball of lightning
Shook all our hills
Who are all these friends
Who are scattered like dried leaves
The radio said
They were just "deportees"
Over Los Gatos Canyon
A fireball of lightning
Shook all our hills
Who are all these friends
Who are scattered like dried leaves
The radio said
They were just "deportees"
At duplicate bridge,
everyone I talked to is willing to be interviewed by an IUN student, the oral
histories to go into the Calumet Regional Archives Unit 154 Northwest Indiana
Bridge collection that I’ve started.
Playing with Dottie Hart, we set a sacrifice 4-Heart bid 3 doubled,
vulnerable, for 800 points. Had we made
5-Diamonds, it would only have been worth 400 points. When Dottie announced
that her eighty-sixth birthday was coming up, I told her that I look for cool
people ten years my senior as role models and now have found one in her.
The room at the
Chesterton Y was very hot, and Dottie, recovering from a mild heart attack,
started feeling weak, so director Alan Yngve filled in for her. When he opened one Spade, I had a singleton
Spade and just seven high card points, with seven Clubs, Queen, Jack, and the
Ace of Hearts. Normally that would have
been too weak a hand to change suits, but I bid 2 Clubs. Alan bid two Spades, and, with much trepidation,
I rebid Clubs. He bid 3 No Trump and
made the contract; my hand was good for seven of the tricks since the Club King
fell to Alan’s Ace. In another hand, I had 11 high card points with no
five-card suit, and the first three players passed (I hate when that happens). I bid a short club with the Ace and two
others. Alan bid two Clubs, and I
responded two Diamonds with Ace, Queen, Jack, spot. He went to three Clubs, indicating six in
that suit, so I passed and made it on the nose for high board. At the end of the night my partners and I
finished first, ahead of nine other pairs, including runners-up Charlie
Halberstadt and Naomi Goodman.
Intern Patrick Riley in 1992 with Sen. Carol Moseley Braun
Riley on left
Scholar Patrick C.
Riley called from New York City seeking information about the symbolic
importance of the 1972 National Black Political Convention at Gary’s West Side
High School. I told the UIC grad about a recent commemorative banquet attended
by black elected officials who were part of it, as well as Ras J. Baraka, who
presently is mayor of Newark, New Jersey and is the son of poet Amiri Baraka. I mailed Riley my Seventies Steel Shavings (volume 29, 1999), which
contains oral testimony from participants.
For example, Benjamin F. Chavis, Jr., recalled:
When we first saw the signs saying “Welcome to
Gary” and got to downtown Gary, we thought we were in a different country. Given the backdrop of all the Nixon
repression going on, to see red, black, and green streamers welcoming the
National Black Political Convention was a fulfillment of what a lot of our
dreams were.
Amiri Baraka
remembered:
It was one of the most exciting things I’ve
ever been to in my life. There were black delegates there from all 50 states,
just like it was a convention for the Democratic or Republican party. We were going to create this black agenda so
that every politician would have to take this into consideration if they wanted
to run - the things the African-American people wanted, nationally.
Mayor Richard
Gordon Hatcher told me:
It was one of the most
glorious moments of my life when I walked out and saw all these black people of
every hue, every shade – the colorful dashikis and other African garb mixing
with three-piece suits. It was just an
incredible sight to behold.
from left, Hatcher, Baraka, speaker Jesse Jackson
In his welcome
speech to delegates Hatcher said:
All Black people are welcome. Thousands strong, we warmly embrace Angela
Davis and Bobby Seale. And as we deliberate, as we plan, as we work, the banner
waving over our head must proclaim “Unity.” Without that unity all is lost.
Yes, we support marches and demonstrations.
Yes, we support sit-ins. Yes, we support
a cultural renaissance. Yes, we support radical action. Yes, we support all avenues
of liberation. We know full well that
political action is not the whole answer.
But political action is an essential part of our ultimate liberation. It is the political questions we shall pursue
at this historic convention.
At the Mel Guth
Seniors League bowling banquet my string of being first in line ended when the
first-place Pin Heads were invited to do the honors. Duke Caminsky passed by me, winked knowingly,
and said, “No cuts.” When I asked Sheryl Burrell if her dad, who
came with her last week, had been a bowler, Duke quipped, “Some people thought that was your husband.” A former steelworker, the elder Burrell had
bowled in a Youngstown Sheet and Tube league.
I went back for more Cole slaw,
which I’d brought, and found it had hardly been touched. Ditto for the veggie tray. There was a wretched excess of dessert items.
After teammate Dick Maloney noticed me preparing a small plate of fudge and
brownies for Toni, he did the same thing.
Larry Ramirez was wearing a White Sox shirt with no. 10 and the name
Ramirez for Cuban Alexei Ramirez, White Sox shortstop for nine years beginning
in 2007.
Visiting Chicago,
Jim Spicer took a photo of tulips (above) and remarked: “Obviously (unlike Miller) there are no deer in Millennium Park.” He added this witticism:
John
O'Reilly hoisted his beer and said, "Here's
to spending the rest of me life, between the legs of me wife!" That
won him the top prize at the pub for the best toast of the night. He went home
and told his wife, Mary, "I won the
prize for the best toast of the night."
She said, "Aye, did ye now. And what was your toast?"
John said, "Here's to spending the rest of me life, sitting in church beside me wife."
"Oh, that is very nice indeed, John!" Mary said. The next day, Mary ran into one of John's drinking buddies on the street corner. The man chuckled leeringly and said, "John won the prize the other night at the pub with a toast about you, Mary."
She said, "Aye, he told me, and I was a bit surprised myself. You know, he's only been in there twice in the last four years. "Once I had to pull him by the ears to make him come, and the other time he fell asleep.”
She said, "Aye, did ye now. And what was your toast?"
John said, "Here's to spending the rest of me life, sitting in church beside me wife."
"Oh, that is very nice indeed, John!" Mary said. The next day, Mary ran into one of John's drinking buddies on the street corner. The man chuckled leeringly and said, "John won the prize the other night at the pub with a toast about you, Mary."
She said, "Aye, he told me, and I was a bit surprised myself. You know, he's only been in there twice in the last four years. "Once I had to pull him by the ears to make him come, and the other time he fell asleep.”
Seeing “Addams
Family Musical” for the second time, I was able to anticipate the scenes with
James as Uncle Fester, appreciate the actions of the zombies (especially the
cowboy and the bride), and pick up more of the dialogue. I laughed out loud when Lucas said, “I can be impulsive, I just need to think
about it first.” And, when grandma, who smokes weed in the attic told
Wednesday’s kid brother Pugsley: “Stay
out of my shit or I’ll rip your leg off and bury it in the backyard.” Afterwards, everyone agreed it was the
strongest performance yet. I didn’t
recognize Mr. Bodnar, who, since I saw him in the fall had been diagnosed with
lung cancer has undergone radiation that has left him without hair. He seemed as upbeat as ever and said he can
now play Kojak or Yul Brynner as the King of Siam or Telly Savalas as Detective
Kojak – or Uncle Fester, I added.
Here is Ray Smock’s take on Trump’s tax-cut plan:
Ben Franklin said
nothing is certain but death and taxes. Well under the Trump plan, which is not
really a plan yet as much as it is a roll out of a big scheme, even the taxes
are uncertain. And here is the thing to keep in mind that comes straight from
Secretary of the Treasury Stephen Mnunchin: this is a massive tax cut is
strictly for businesses. It is for the billionaires mostly, with some relief
for smaller businesses. Mnunchin said that he could not guarantee that the middle
class would get any kind of tax cut in the Trump plan. It is for business. It
is supposed to get businesses to bring back their offshore money, pay a
one-time small tax on it, and then, being grateful for the cut, the
billionaires would turn around and invest all this new money, trillions of
dollars worth, in creating American jobs in America. How many years to we have
to hear about how nice American businesses will be to the average American if
only we cut their taxes? Mnuchin said that this would make American business
the most competitive in the world. As if American business is not already
leading the world. What I think he really means is that this tax cut will make
American businesses more PROFITABLE, not necessarily more competitive. This is
a raid on the U.S. Treasury. It is a big money grab by the people who already
have most of the money. This is theft disguised as a tax cut. And our new
president, and his family, will make billions off this tax cut. Donald Trump is
about to serve himself at our expense. But hasn't this been what he has done
his entire career? Trump first. Not America first.
After James Ten Eyck
argued that Trump needed to disclose his tax returns before Congress considers
any tax cut, Smock responded:
Trump is a walking ethical disaster area
with his many conflicts of interests. We have never had a president who used
the office of the president to enrich himself and his family in such a direct
and blatant manner while he is still in office. In the meantime, daughter
Ivanka continues to pay sweatshop wages of a $1 an hour to her offshore
workers.
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