Showing posts with label Joseph Koscielniak. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Joseph Koscielniak. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 14, 2020

Forum

“The first principle of a free society is an untrammeled flow of words in an open forum.” Adlai Stevenson

To my dismay The NWI Times Sunday Forum section carried two front page commentaries lobbing cheap shots at the city of Gary and its elected officials, namely Ronald Brewer, who is in legal trouble for forcibly taking teenager who stole his car to a police station, and Tai Atkins, who allegedly accosted a woman dating her ex-boyfriend.  I sent off this letter to Times Sunday Forum editor Marc Chase with little expectation that it will be published.
    I am troubled by the Times’s continuing disparagement of the city of Gary’s political leadership. In particular, I refer to gratuitous comments emanating from the January 12 Sunday Forum by editor Marc Chase and columnist Jerry Wilkerson. Once again, Chase has drawn wildly exaggerated conclusions from, in this case, the impulsive and misguided actions of two Council members, that exemplify, in his words, “a sickness of epic proportions, characterized by unwavering selfishness [that] long has plagued our Region’s political landscape.”  Such negative characterizations certainly do not apply to two of Chase’s favorite targets, former mayors Richard Hatcher and Karen Freeman-Wilson. During 15 of Hatcher’s 20 years in office, Republican U.S. Attorneys investigated his administration time and again.  Had they unearthed evidence of corruption, they certainly would have prosecuted him, just as they targeted black mayors in Detroit, Washington, DC, and Atlanta. Regarding Freeman-Wilson, as a Harvard Law School graduate, she had opportunities that would have made her a multi-millionaire by now but instead, like Hatcher, remained in Gary and worked for the betterment of the city.
    Also in the January 12 Forum appeared Jerry Wilkerson’s “Cursed by the memories,” which blamed Gary’s decline on “moral decay, political corruption, racism and crime” – which he implied happened, not during the 1950s, when he claims “Gary was great” but after he and other whites left.  He waxes nostalgic over shopping downtown as a “young lad” and enjoying Miller beaches. He neglected to add that black customers were unwelcome in many of the first-class restaurants he recalls so fondly and that as recently as 1960 blacks were beaten when they dared use the beaches in Miller. Though nearly half Gary’s population by 1960, African Americans were largely restricted to the overcrowded Central District.  The police tolerated, indeed profited, from houses of prostitution along Washington Street and syndicate-controlled gambling. Vendors dealing with city officials contributed generously to the Democratic machine’s “flower fund.”
    I, too, lament the destruction of Gary landmarks such as City Methodist Church and Memorial Auditorium as a result of the 1997 fire, but these had long fallen into disuse as Wilkerson and others moved south to Merrillville and other lily-white suburbs. What is needed in the face of Gary’s present travail is regional cooperation and positive solutions, not ugly stereotyping by outside detractors who, in my opinion, long ago ceased wishing the city well.
Jerry Wilkerson
Dr. Joseph Koscielniak sent me to Doug, a physical therapist specializing in sports medicine and rehabilitation, for home exercises to strengthen my rotator cuff and shoulder muscles.  The office was located at Lakeshore Bone and Joint Institute in Chesterton not far from our condo.  Doug turned out to be the same guy whom I had seen when once he worked in Dr. K’s office. For 90 minutes he put me through about 15 different exercises, including isometrics.  A former teacher, Doug had me read the instructions for each exercise out loud twice to make certain I understood them when I got home.  We’ll see.

A “Porgy and Bess” revival is taking place at New York City’s Metropolitan Opera House.  Last time I heard renditions of “Summertime,” “My Man’s Gone Now,” and “It Ain’t Necessarity So” I was somewhat repelled by the condescending lyrics.  In fact, until recently, George Gershwin’s Thirties classic was out of fashion.  Black actor Sidney Poitier, for example, expressed regret at having starred in the 1959 film. Now critics regard “Porgy and Bess,” like “West Side Story,” as a period piece reflecting racist stereotypes of its day.  In “Back on Catfish Row,” New York Review contributor Geoffrey O’Brien wrote:
    On can only wonder if Gershwin [who died in 1937 at age 38] imagined all that performers have continued to create from his music; there can be no doubt that he intended not a work fixed unchangeably at a single point in time but a process of continuing change that would keep it vital.
 Key West Gay Pride parade


In “Gone to the Dogs” Dave Barry wrote about a Key West dog show.  Barry and fellow judges gave the top prize to Sam, “the old, totally motionless sleeping Chihuahua dressed as a butterfly to match his owner.”  Barry described the runner-up as “the ugliest dog in world history [that] might actually be some kind of experimental sheep.”  Commenting on the relaxed standards of Key West residents, many of whom were aging hippies, he noted that for them the term business attire would fall under the category of wearing some kind of clothes as opposed to showing up nude.  The annual Key West Gay Pride parade is quite immodest and spectacular; my brother and first wife Maureen participated several times.  When I told one of their gay friends, who managed a nail salon, that I was more liberal than my brother, he replied, “That remains to be seen.” 
                                       
 Nineteen years ago, Toni and I took Alissa to see the mockumentary “Best in Show” at the late, lamented Town Theater in Highland, where cake was served free at intermission.  Co-written by Christopher Guest and Eugene Levy, who appear as Harlan Pepper and Gerry Fleck, it was very clever and earned a 94% thumbs up from Rotten Tomatoes. One memorable line from the film: “We started this magazine ‘American Bitch.”  It’s a focus on the issues of the lesbian pure bred dog owner.”

Toni and I enjoyed “Little Woman,” which was in the news because it received six Oscar nominations, including for best picture, best actress (Saoirse Ronan), and best supporting actress (Florence Pugh) but not best director (Greta Gerwig).  In fact, no women directors were nominated. I loved Laura Dern’s performance as the long-suffering mother and Merle Streep as the aunt.  Near the end we see how books were put together during the nineteenth century before computers and mass production. 

Friday, September 9, 2016

Carry Me Home

“Swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home.”
         Wallis Willis, composer (1862)

A gospel group, the Caravans, recorded a song called “Carry Me Home.” The Killers used that title for a secular tune whose chorus goes:
The morning dove sings with two broken wings
carry me home, I'm not afraid
the stars in my eyes with shimmering lights
carry me home, don't let me fade away
Ron Cohen loaned me Diane McWhorter’s “Carry Me Home: Birmingham, Alabama, the Climactic Battle of the Civil Rights Revolution.”  Known as the “Pittsburgh of the South,” Birmingham, like Gary in 1963, owed its economic health, by and large, to U.S. Steel facilities in nearby Bessemer. McWhorter uses the phrase “The Johannesburg of America” to describe Birmingham’s racial caste system.  According to McWhorter, organized labor played a major role in creating the civil rights movement, and, she adds, “the industrialists answered it with a ‘grassroots’ counter-offensive of hooded vigilantes and the queerest tory politician in history, a loudmouthed hick named Bull Connor.”
cover photo of "Red Song Book" (1932)
Cohen also gave me an inscribed copy of what he claims will be his last of many books, “Depression Folk: Grassroots Music and Left-Wing Politics in 1930s America.”  Woody Guthrie and Pete Seeger figure prominently in it.  Cohen, who taught me to introduce chapters with a story, begins “Depression Beginnings and Labor Songs” with Theodore Dreiser’s National Council for the Defense of Political Prisoners meeting in Pineville, Kentucky, with 52 year-old Aunt Molly Jackson while investigating the escalating labor war in “Bloody” Harlan County.  Jackson, wrote Cohen, “regaled the committee with her stories of the terrible, longstanding hardship among the miners, which she deftly illustrated by singing her roughly phased song “Hungry Ragged Blues.”  One verse goes;
I’m sad and weary, I’ve got the hungry ragged blues
not a penny in the pocket to buy one thing I need to use
I woke up this morning with the worst case of blues I ever had in my life
not a bite to cook for breakfast, a poor coal miner’s wife!
above, Aunty Molly, below, Peter Bartholomew's Ordeal by Fire
During the 1097 siege of Antioch Crusader Peter Bartholomew claimed to have found a relic of the Holy Lance that had pierced the side of Jesus on the cross and, furthermore, that Saint Andrew had appeared to him in a vision assuring victory over the Muslims.  Encountering skepticism, Peter underwent an ordeal by fire to prove his claim.  Severely burned by the flames, he died 11 days later.  Even so, Raymond of St. Gilles kept the Holy Lance to inspire his troops.

In class David Parnell vividly described the 1099 massacre of non-Christians in Jerusalem after Crusaders captured that city   Contemporary chroniclers claimed the streets were streaming with blood. Just the previous year, Shi’a and Sunni Muslims vied for the city, with the victors, Egyptian Shi’a forces, carrying on  pillaging.  A promise of protection by Crusade leader Tancred of Lecce to those who took refuge inside al-Aqsa mosque went unheeded. Crusaders claimed an apparition of recently deceased papal legate AdhĂ©mar of Le Puy urged vengeance on the foes.  Fittingly, Christopher Tyerman’s “God’s War quoted Exodus 15:3: “The Lord is a man of war.”  Tyerman wrote:
  Jews were burnt inside their synagogue.  Muslims were indiscriminately cut to pieces, decapitated or slowly tortured by fire.  Such was the scale and horror of the carnage that one Jewish witness was reduced to noticing approvingly that at least the Christians did not rape their victims before killing them as Muslims did. The city was comprehensively ransacked: gold, silver, horses, food, the domestic contents of houses, were seized by the conquerors in a pillage as thorough as any in the middle ages.
  On the evening of 15 July 1099, with the din of slaughter still echoing round the city, the conquerors went to pray at the church of the Holy Sepulchre, the object of all their labors.
   1971 Attica Rebellion
     
The Crusaders' behavior reminded me of atrocities committed in 1971 (45 years ago today) when law enforcement authorities took back Attica prison.  In a New Yorker review of Heather Ann Thompson’s “Blood in the Water” Adam Gopnik writes:
  “The bullets were coming like rain,” one hostage recalled.  The firing was at first mostly indiscriminate, striking hostages and inmates alike.  Sometime afterward, it turned into a manhunt: the enraged correctional officers sought out those whom they thought of as ringleaders and executed them.  Several of the dead among the leaders were seen alive well after the prison had been retaken.  Some were shot as many as 12 times, at close range. Even the 29 dead did not end the violence, as the guards forced the inmates to strip naked and then tortured them for most the rest of the day and night.  The vengeful officers played Russian roulette with the inmates and then forced them to drink the guards’ urine.
  The horror story repeated most urgently among troopers and guards to justify the violence was that the prisoners had castrated one of the hostages. (They hadn’t.)  This phantasm of emasculation was at the heart of the violence.  A vast insult had been made to their masculinity, and the only way to avenge it was to kill, shame, and torment the helpless.
During a knee check-up I gave Dr. Joseph Koscielniak a copy of Steel Shavings.  He opened it to a page showing  the boarded up Palace Theater in Gary and said, “I went to the movies there a long time ago.” Dr. K is 10 to 15 years my junior and would have been a kid in the early 60s.

At Hobart Lanes my 158 helped the Engineers win game one from Members Only before they took the last two with Don, Lonnie and Jerome each rolling 200 games. Robbie beat me out for highest-over-average with two turkeys (the six strikes being the only ones he got all afternoon, I think). Robbie did better with Brooklyn hits, leaving ten-pins often on balls in the pocket.  The opposing team uses an apostrophe between the “r” and “s” in Members.  Part of me wants to correct them, but it would make me look pompous.
 Dick and Donna Jeary
Fifty years ago this month in Rochester, New York, I was best man at fraternity pop Dick Jeary’s wedding.  During Dick and Donna’s honeymoon Toni and I shared a motel room with them in Washington, D.C., after watching a drum and bugle corps competition.  I recall several renditions of “Cheery Pink and Apple Blossom White” and the second-place finishers tossing their trophies to the ground in disgust.  A true mentor, Dick built up my confidence during a time of freshman insecurities.  Despite his diminutive size, he seemed supremely self-confident and trained me to be his successor as Sigma Phi Epsilon’s social chairman.  My first big assignment I was sweating bullets when the band I’d hired for homecoming, Tommy and the Tones, barely arrived on time, having headed toward Lewisburg, Maryland, when they exited the Pennsylvania turnpike rather than north to Lewisburg, PA.  Dick was a great storyteller, able to adjust the tone of his voice to express seriousness, shock, suspense or jocularity.

Three of my top Fantasy Football picks, Andrew Luck, Rob Gronkowski, and Thomas Rawls are questionable for Sunday.  WTF?  I have till game time to replace them with Eli Manning, Zach Miller or Carlos Hyde.