maeve66: (Che Solidarizes with Palestine)
Dani has been posting almost nothing but Zionist dreck on Facebook for a year and a half. It is more and more painful to read. We had two huge fights about Gaza last year, both prefaced by me being unwilling to debate it scholastically with gem. I had HUGE PTSD flashbacks to fights with Andrew Hoerner, similarly bullying and avid to "change my mind" on something I told him I had no intention of changing my mind about (in that case, the need for an end to capitalism) via endless citation of sources blah blah blah.

I told Dani I refused to do that debate with gem, because gem's approach was exactly the same, piling on the minutiae of gem's "research" online.

But I finally caved and wrote a response to gem's last Zionist pile of steaming manure. Here it is.

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I appreciate what [redacted] wrote, and I enjoyed the measured grace with which she demolished that troll. Just now, I was also very glad to read [redacted]’s contributions.

I cannot say the same for what you wrote, and have been writing, Dani. I have avoided commenting for months now, because it is so painful to see you absolutely not engage with either nuance or context, but solely raise antisemitic attacks (which of course are horrible and vile) and rail against Hamas (which of course is not an organization I support), and solely amplify the very few “Palestinian voices” (about four or five people, whom you cite over and over) which you believe are legitimate representatives of the hundreds of thousands of Gazans displaced, traumatized, and dehumanized in this war. They don’t seem legitimate to me, and I have a lot of life experience with judging political writing and political positions. Hamza Howidy has a very, very small Google footprint for an actual community leader. And you never cite or pay attention to people like Bisan, the Palestinian woman journalist whose videos over the past sixteen months have often started with “I’m still alive”. Not that I am terribly au courant with social media, but she has more than 4 million followers.

The current underestimate of Palestinians dead is around 49,000, and the British medical journal Lancet (hardly a wild eyed leftist organ) suggests that the toll, over and above the doubtless thousands buried in the rubble that Israel has created of Gaza, would have been nearer 186,000 LAST JULY (from the Lancet, July 2024: “In recent conflicts, such indirect deaths range from three to 15 times the number of direct deaths. Applying a conservative estimate of four indirect deaths per one direct death9 to the 37 396 deaths reported, it is not implausible to estimate that up to 186 000 or even more deaths could be attributable to the current conflict in Gaza. Using the 2022 Gaza Strip population estimate of 2 375 259, this would translate to 7·9% of the total population in the Gaza Strip.” You never, never acknowledge this pain.

You have also viciously slandered the student anti-war movement, accepting every claim about what pro-Hamas positions they hold, asserting your interpretation of what “from the river to the sea, Palestine will be free” means, informing me that Jewish Voice for Peace is some kind of a scam, run by non-Jews. I urge you to look at what Sacramento JVP has been doing for the past year and almost a half. They’ve had amazing events and book groups. If you want to read reputable sources that are not your internet go-tos, I recommend Rashid Khalidi’s The Hundred Years War on Palestine.

None of this stuff is easy. My cousins and aunt are Jews, and are in pain about this war, and talking about it together is not easy. We did, a little bit, on the weekend of my father’s memorial. But I personally know activists who participated in different student encampments last year – encampments which were brutally taken down, harassed, and punished by cowed university administrations (the University of Wisconsin and Columbia’s Hind Hall) (speaking of tragedies you have never, noted, the vile targeting and murder of a whole family, with one five year old, Hind Rajab, left crying over a phone until she died too, while the Green Crescent ambulance trying to get to that car was ALSO destroyed by Israeli tank fire) and violently attacked by, yes, Zionists and diaspora Israelis (since you like that term) at the University of California at Los Angeles. You say derisively “It's been so frustrating to see posts with complete disinformation get thousands of notes. Or to watch so many encampments demand things that have zero effect on Gaza. End the school's contract with Hillel? Stop all foreign exchange programs with, and speakers or visiting scholars or research work with, any school in Israel?
If even some of that energy had been going into fundraising for people in Gaza, or demanding that Egypt stop war profiteering by charging $5k-$12k per person to cross the border, it seems like it would have gone such a long way.”


PLENTY of people have been fundraising for people in Gaza. I don’t know how much money I (and my nieces, and my sister and my brother-in-law and my stepmother) have donated to Palestinian Children’s Relief Fund. BDS is supposed to have an effect on ISRAEL, not on the rubble left by Israeli bombings in Gaza. And what have US citizens to do with Egyptian policy? Our government is sending weapons to Israel to prosecute this war. That’s where our tax dollars are going, from Biden to Trump.


That’s the other thing about nuance and context. I was a part of my university’s anti-Apartheid/divestment movement, in 1985. The parallels hold. Parallels with other anti-colonialist struggles also hold, and you know what? The tactics of those people struggling against colonialism, against being dispossessed of their land, their rights, and their lives? Sometimes they were brutal and tragic. Native Americans, Algerians, Irish nationalists in the six counties, uMkhonte we sizwe (the armed wing of the ANC)... every accusation you hurl at Hamas, or the PFLP, was hurled at those groups. Plenty of people, Ronald Reagan, for one, were furious about the anti-apartheid movement’s call for boycotts and divestment, including cultural boycotts, claiming that “constructive engagement” was what was needed. But international sanctions and boycotts took down Ian Smith’s white Rhodesian government, and helped free Nelson Mandela.


When I read your posts these days, I feel like Alice in Wonderland being dragged painfully and bloodily through the shards of a broken looking glass, where almost every sentence is only true backwards.

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Dani's response? Privately, to tell me I have no room to tell gem I disagree with gem because I have two friends who are TERFS, in Britain. Does gem think I haven't told THEM I disagree with them? Publicly, on FB, to ignore any substantive point and once again plow into internet research gem has done, which tabs gem currently has open, etc.
maeve66: (Che Solidarizes with Palestine)
I mean. I expected it. But that doesn't stop my stomach from revolting, my head from spinning, my shoulders from tightening up like there's a crank steadily grinding away, my eyes from tearing up, my throat from seizing up.

Fuck the Democratic Party for being so EMPTY and SPINELESS and for refusing the only policies that could have beaten Trump, which were a principled withdrawal from support of fucking genocide in Palestine and Gaza (and war on Lebanon) and economic populism to strengthen the working class (which IS African-Americans, and Latinx, and immigrants, and women). Bernie's program (not Bernie Bros, though they would have flocked to it) could have beaten Trump. But the Democrats will never bite the hand of the capitalist system that feeds them, and believe that cheap semi-woke social and political THEATER can motivate enough of their base, along with "joy" and "hope". Their only progressive policy was defending and restoring abortion rights, and too many white (racist) women voted for Trump.

The sickening New York Times has an article titled "Resist or Retreat? Democrats are Torn About Whether to Keep Fighting", which claims in their endlessly snide and insinuating style that "Many Democrats who became activists during the first Trump administration are questioning if they can summon the strength to do it all over again". I hate that fucking paper so much. They are just as disinforming as openly right-wing media except they cloak it in lofty declarations of principle and manipulative weasel words.
maeve66: From the River to the Sea Palestine Will Be Free (Palestine)
Ruby's machinations on my behalf (and her worry for my social and political isolation) has resulted in Tim calling to see if I want to join his weekly Sunday evening Zoom on, well, maybe mostly on Palestine. They started by reading The Hundred Years' War on Palestine, by Rashid Khalidi, which I have started and need to finish. But they've done other stuff since then -- the very good interview of Khalidi by Tariq Ali in Jacobin, etc.

I will strive very hard not to be an asshole and take up too much air time.

He said if I had any reading ideas, to throw them into the ring... two things that occurred to me, though neither are at all new. They're quite old by now, in fact. Benedict Anderson's Imagined Communities, which I gather informed Khalidi... I read it in grad school -- it's a historical and theoretical exploration of nationalism, and I think would be useful, counterposed to, say, Marx. And Lenin, who grappled with it in practical terms. Also -- and I have never read it, though I should -- Orientalism by Edward Said. I am also thinking about Palestine and Marxism, but it might be super fucking heavy, so maybe not.

I am really grateful to Tim for being open to it... I mean, he asked me when they had just started the Khalidi book.

But Ruby's right: I need somewhere to focus my anger and rage and despair about capitalism and imperialism and Zionism. I am so angry at the impunity with which Israel murders fucking ANYONE, ANYHOW, ALL THE TIME. Blowing up pagers and walkie-talkies in a coordinated attack that also of course killed many innocent children and women. Bombing four apartment buildings to dust to get to one Hezbollah leader. Continuing to flatten Gaza and kill children there, while pivoting to send not only settlers but tank bulldozers in to Gazafy the West Bank. Tank bulldozers. I remember when I first heard about the tactic of destroying the family homes of accused Palestinian "militants". WTAF -- there could be no clearer metric of colonialism. Israel has more than matched the European wholesale annexation and clearing of Native Americans. You don't want a people to question your right to occupy their land? Make them homeless. Make them refugees. Literally destroy their homes. And face absolutely no consequences for doing so.

She wants me to do phone banking for "Uncommitted" -- I don't know about that. I don't want to tell people especially in swing states NOT to vote for the fucking wretched, spineless, Zionist-enabling Democrats... in the face of Trump/Vance. God, it's hard to believe that this is where I am on fucking electoralism. I never thought I'd vote for a Democrat ever in my life, but now I've done it twice and will do it again. Ugh. I am pretty sure I voted for ... god, did I? For Hillary Clinton? Eep. I know I fucking did for asshole Biden. Maybe I did not, since California was (and is) a safe state and the Electoral College makes the popular vote meaningless, in 2016. But Trump broke me, by 2020. I don't know. Maybe I will phonebank. Physically I cannot manage demonstrations. But I need to do something besides donate to the Palestinian Children's Relief Fund and promote it on my FB feed.

Okay, in other news, I finally made a Safeway order for early this evening. I am sitting here in the recliner -- okay, RECLINING HERE, in the recliner, listening to my entire iTunes/Music list of 10,000 songs on shuffle, editing it down as I go. Ludacris, followed by Sahana (a Bengali woman, Sahana Bajpaie singing, I think), followed by "Louise" by Human League.

Those are all three great songs. I like that kind of mix-and-(not)-matching, though most people I know do not.
maeve66: (Karl Marx)
I WILL say that there are already good memes aplenty, which sure as fuck wasn't the case with Biden, basically during his whole presidency. From the original "Did you just fall out of the coconut tree? There is a CONTEXT" to the ones popping up all over in the past two days, they're enjoyable. Examples:

* "There is a perception of leftists not being practical but this reminds me a lot of what leftists just did in France when faced with fascism" -- comment on tweet saying "Whispering ACAB as I fill in the little circle next to Kamala Harris"

and Isaac reposting a faked Truth Social tweet by the "realDonaldTrump"

* "Many people are saying "the coconut does not fall far from the tree." Cackling Kamala's dad Donald Harris doesn't even believe in the Tendency of the Rate of Profit to Fall. They say he mixes up his Marx with Schumpeter and Keynes and other very bad, very sleazy and dishonest people. In fact, that's what Paul Sweezy did. I call him Sleazy Sweezy, a revisionist. The Fake News Monthly Review won't tell you that, but it's true. He's in big trouble with Anwar Sheikh. I tell people all the time there's a Tendency of the Rate of Profit to Fall, it's a very sad thing for our country."

Damn. Just reading what R. the Elder calls the New York Crimes, and I sympathize with her. But The Paper of Record... well, it does reflect a certain right-wing liberal and neoliberal consensus, so it's good to know that consensus.

Anyway, self-justification concluded... their article on possible VP choices for Kamala Harris... the first one they put up, of the photos and canned bios is the Governor of Kentucky (good foil to J. D. Vance in several ways) Andy Beshear. Only 46. Best liberal positions of any governor I've read about. Christian (Disciples of Christ, even which SOUNDS fundy enough). I think that ticket could be the best, of the options presented. He might not be tough enough on crime for Cop Kamala.

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maeve66: (James P. Cannon 1922)
This is my text to my brother-in-law this afternoon, and a link to Sean O'Brien's (President of the International Brotherhood of Teamsters) speech to the RNC.

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"Have you watched it? [Redacted] commented that this one speech tipped the balance for him to think that Trump will be elected. Fuck."

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0pDnocISOKc

Some comrade on the Soli list said it’s the speech the Dems won’t let Bernie make. Plus, of course, a HEFTY dose of American nationalism and patriotism. It’s so weird. There are so many echoes of what you could imagine a right wing labor populist/fascist saying. But at the same time, the Trump faithful, as someone pointed out, were hella lukewarm because they can’t applaud anti-corporate shit… these aren’t the actual poorer Trump base, at the convention. But working people beyond the base? Fucking hell. He avoided any immigrant bashing. I wish you’d watch it."

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There are a lot of white working people I grew up with that I can imagine gravitating towards that, in Wisconsin, who were anti-Trump and anti-Walker, but... He fucking applauded Josh Hawley for walking two picket lines in Missouri and 'changing his mind on Right to Work' (I fucking doubt it).
maeve66: (La Liberté)
... so THANK YOU for voting more for the Nouveau Front Populaire than for either Macron or the far right.

The NFP came in first among the three main coalitions, and LePen's scum came third. The NFP got more seats than Macron did, HA. It's not a majority, but it's a huge result, considering that the Greens in England were a huge result and they got FOUR seats (up from only one, Caroline Lucas' former seat in Brighton).

Such a relief.

The NYT's coverage was ghastly. They spent more time on La France Insoumise -- being translated as France Unbowed, which is weird... I'd think of it more as France Rising Up or something like that... being "antisemitic" and "ultra radical left" with Jean-Luc Melanchon as some kind of slavering monster.

But the platform that the NFP agreed on together in the teeth of the terrible PS is pretty damn hot:

"The New Popular Front is campaigning on a platform that would raise France’s monthly minimum wage, lower the legal retirement age to 60 and freeze the price of basic necessities including food, energy and gas. Instead of drastically cutting immigration, as the far right has promised, the coalition pledged to make the asylum process more generous and smooth.

The group would also push for a cease-fire in Gaza and the liberation of hostages, and “immediately recognize” a Palestinian state. It vowed also to develop government plans to fight both antisemitism and Islamophobia."

That's from the New York Times (New York Crimes, as R-the-Elder calls them).

Also in the NYT -- a good op-ed piece by Oliver Eagleton, son of Terry Eagleton, detailing Starmer's disgusting and supple slide from "human rights lawyer" to Knight Errant of police and Purger of leftist opposition.
maeve66: (angry piggy)
I just tried calling Alistair -- it's 10:16 PM there now, eight hours ahead. Or, I guess since the world goes by Greenwich Mean Time, we're eight hours behind. Whatever, there was no answer. I will try tomorrow between 10 AM and noon, my time. It's very frustrating that I can no longer just text or email him, sigh. I mean. A lot more frustrating for HIM, miracle man that he is.

I want to add my (tempered) jubilation to his, and also to see if he'd like me to figure out how to make digital files of me reading two books for him -- Hall Greenland's The Well-Dressed Revolutionary: The Odyssey of Michel Pablo in the Age of Uprisings, and a collection of essays by Michael Löwy, Rosa Luxemburg: The Incendiary Spark. Actually, I guess I could also offer the more instantly relevant The Hundred Years' War on Palestine by Rashid Khalidi.

Back to the British election -- I said on FB last night, Yes, Keir Starmer sucks, but at least a) Jeremy Corbyn won back his own seat in Islington North, as an Independent, and b) Jacob Rees Mogg LOST his seat, which is apparently right up the road from Penny (one of Liam's exes... one thing you have to say for Liam; his taste in partners is uniformly good, which, yes, is a shout out partly to me).

Oh. Stupid Dreamwidth will probably make this impossible, but if it doesn't, here are two brilliant bits by the Brit comedian Tom Walker, "Jonathan Pie", whose persona is a left biased journalist going off on Brit, Australian, and New Zealand (?) politics 'before' or 'after' doing a supposedly straight bit of journalistic commentary. He's hilarious, but his two from yesterday and today are really wonderful.

https://fb.watch/t87Oxd0hfI/

and

https://youtu.be/ghr2M8mh8MA?si=Cfi6LcA9KODfLkg-

Yeah, I don't think those URLs are going to do anything like show a thumbnail. The second one, particularly, is his take on Keir Starmer, "50 Shades of Beige" -- a candidate who promises nothing, but a party which, if it does not start to undo Tory ferocity and fix some of its evisceration of the NHS and social services, will open the door to fucking Nigel Farage's Reform Party in five years. YIKERS.

Owen Jones is more upbeat, seeing huge growth for the Greens -- from one seat (Brighton, long a Green stronghold) to 4, and SECOND in 47 constituencies, often with 20 to 30%, which never happens here!

We're globally poised on a knife edge, here, between right populist reaction and anemic political liberalism based on rapacious neoliberalism. The Left probably doesn't even deserve to be capitalized (despite the brief blip in hopes raised by the Bernie effect on the Democratic Socialists of America... which is now, according to Tim, being further gutted by internal sectarian fights foisted on it by ultraleft assholes...)

Oh, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA -- No$hu (my favorite artist who also did "The Bonk Song" about CalPoly's student protesters bashing a riot-helmeted cop with an empty office water jug) put up a "commissioned song", which he has titled "Comrade with Benefits". Oh, my god.

Here's "the Bonk Song" and also "Comrade with Benefits"

The Bonk song

https://youtu.be/r-Z41xCFE2U?si=g0pWxGhUdZ16iMgP

Comrades with Benefits

https://youtu.be/6ENv6ZO__PM?si=IoEhu9_CBm0D4CeQ

Wow, a link post. Haven't done that in years.
maeve66: (Default)
Last of May!

29. Would you ever be interested in going scuba diving?

I hella would if I were physically capable of it. I love water, and I'd love to be able to swim deep underwater.

30. What posters did you have on your walls growing up?

Ones I remember -- anti-draft and anti-nuke painted protest signs I'd made myself. A HUGE poster of a 19th c. engraving of a steam train on a rickety chasm-crossing scaffolding bridge, halfway across with the bridge fallen -- the only words on that poster were "Oh, shit". A drawing based on "99 Luftballons" in crayon on a big piece of crappy art paper (aphasia has knocked the name out -- oh, yeah. Newsprint. I THINK) with attached political stickers on the door to my room. (Some of those, Sabotabby, were "Oui" stickers from the 1980 Referendum). I think a copy of the Warhol portrait of Che Guevara? (Not that I knew it was Andy Warhol's until literally this year... I should have TIL'd that information on FB). And a Cuban Communist Party colorful poster about July 26th, I think. Were there any posters that were just art? I am trying to remember. I ... don't think so? I did get my mother a huge art print (matted, which made me feel super sophisticated, almost adult) of Matisse's Still Life with Apples on Pink Cloth. But that was in the living room. I did not have any Tiger Beat posters up, but in my era, if I had, it would have been Shaun Cassidy and Leif Garrett. A friend had those. I am somewhat surprised I did not have a poster of Rosa Luxemburg up, now that I think of it.

31. What was the first video game you remember playing?

When I went to work for the Fourth International in 1988, translating French and Spanish to English, doing some interpreting, and managing subscriptions to International Viewpoint*, there was some weird funding connection to somebody who was an early programmer for Apple, and he'd donated some of those doorstop early Apple SEs. On it was installed this really cool game (honestly probably ALMOST the only game I have enjoyed, the others being Civ VI and Sims in most of its versions) I constantly forget the name of where your player character wakes up as an amnesiac boxer/detective who is being framed for something and goes around collecting clues to try to solve his own (poison) murder before it's final. Something like that. I loved that game, though it was buggy as hell and I could only play it once in a while, at work. I never solved it. Déja Vu, that was its name.


June

1. What are you most excited about?

Maybe using this summer to write? And to water walk?

2. What were your favorite mall stores when you were in high school?

I don't think I really went to malls before grad school. I don't remember any stores I like in malls even now, except (and these are shameful admissions) Barnes & Noble (aka Bunns & Noodle, in DTWOF**) and the Apple Store. In stores I remember fondly from high school that weren't in malls. one was a punk record (and make-up) store in Chicago called Wax Trax. It's not that I liked most punk music (I was wishy-washy, though I went to some underage shows... I liked the Dead Kennedys and the Clash honestly, and was willing to listen to Crass for the politics, and hated Industrial music like Throbbing Gristle) but that it was such a moment of the zeitgeist for rebellious youth in 1982. And the other store I remember well was a store that was sort of the non-corporate Cost Plus/World Market -- called The Mexican Shoppe, which had amazing jewelry and ethnic clothes from different places that almost never fit me and little tchotchkes that were adorable.

3. Have you ever accidentally caught something on fire?

Yes. A friend of mine who lived downstairs in our two-flat and I were playing some make-believe game where we were Chinese merchants selling candles up in the attic, largely because I had some Chinese cash coins, and also a probably Japanese old ratty kimono I now realize my mother's dad brought back after WWII. But we were demonstrating the candles on an old mattress, to our audience of younger sisters, one mine, one his. And we didn't realize that sparks that fell onto the mattress were not actually extinguished, once we couldn't see anything visibly on fire. So the whole thing smouldered away, and probably would have burnt our two-flat to the ground that night, except that Benji went back up to the attic for something he'd forgotten, maybe around 8 PM. Fucking terror. All the adults in the place pulled the mattress (luckily it hadn't spread, yet) to the alley and hacked it into tiny wet pieces. My parents ALMOST spanked me, and then didn't, since it was clear I knew exactly how fucked up and stupid that had been.

4. Are you at all interested in fashion?

"I'm interested in fashion for the same reasons I'm interested in art generally--for what it says about the human nature and the artist and wearer. I don't understand most high-end fashion, and I'm not into brands, but I do love seeing clothes that flatter the person who's wearing them. I also love really well-made clothes, which is increasingly rare and not for the average person."

I like Microbie's answer and I cannot say anything much. I enjoy shows where people design fashion -- e.g. Project Runway, but actual fashion shows leave me cold. I do like it when people have access to and wear things that they look nice (and comfortable) in. I have loved three years of wearing pyjamas, especially wildly patterned pyjama bottoms and regular t-shirts and cardigans, AND I WANT TO WEAR THOSE THINGS TO REGULAR WORK NEXT YEAR. Why can't I???????

5. Where in your life do you feel disorganized?

I am pretty organized. Not quite painfully OCD, but pretty organized, with an underlayer of laziness.


*IV is only online now, but one thing that job fostered in me is an absolutely native ability not in French AS A WHOLE, though I sound very authentic and can fool people -- did, all that year in Paris, into thinking I am Québecois or Belgian, basically -- but natively fluent in left-wing POLITICAL French. If I listen to any of the podcasts or interviews from either the NPA (Nouveau Parti Anticapitaliste) or others -- one has the delightful title of "Le Poing Hebdo du NPA" and it is completely comprehensible with no effort, and that is so nice.

**DID YOU KNOW that (I learned this from Alison Bechdel's LJ, which, yes, she still updates sometimes, even if I am not a fan of her goddamned healthy life skiing memoir) Dykes to Watch Out For has been made into a Podcast/novel with AMAZING casting, available on Audible? Jane Lynch is the narrator!! Roxane Gay is Jezanna! I've never heard of Carrie Brownstein, but I imagine she's good -- she's Mo. Oh, she's from Sleater-Kinney and Portlandia. And Roberta Colindrez (from the new A League of their Own, which I have to say I LOVED) is Lois. I have gotten it, but I haven't listened yet.
maeve66: (angry piggy)
I've been teaching my students words like "coup" and "putsch" and "astroturf". I have never hidden my politics at school*, and have had many discussions on wars being prosecuted, on Black Lives Matter protests, on gender and sexuality, and so on. But this is so freighted with history. With our Plague Year and with this storming of the Capitol Building, these kids are living through immediate history that their grandchildren will probably hear about.

In DC, those dumbasses were chanting "1776! 1776!" as they followed the red velvet rope-demarked path into the Senate (or House, I dunno) chamber or Rotunda, after breaking windows to get in. Like the women who stormed Versailles (it pains me to make that comparison, because obviously fuck these wankers) they looted and shat and pissed all over the place. It's weird because I think of the at least seven or eight huge protests in DC that **I** fucking fundraised for coalition bus tickets to a 17 hour exhausting ride through Indiana, Ohio, Pennsylvania, and Maryland to DC -- all of which were in the 100,000 to 800,000 range, and these komedy klowns had "thousands". Thousands of deluded wannabe brownshirts and "patriots" waving the Confederate battle flag and that stupid piece of red and white stripes and stars on a blue field and that "Don't Tread on Me" Gadsden (?) flag -- with one of the wavers of that flag literally being trampled to death which is some fine, fine level of irony (? Or Morissettian sarcasm? Despite being an English teacher, I never know). "Thousands", when claimed by right wing assholes to me means about 3,000 to 5,000 tops, but I haven't seen any hard counts.

I grew up hearing about Selma (which my father and my stepmother were both at, though they didn't meet for another fifteen years) and the many Spring Mobilizations against the Vietnam War, including the Moritorium. I went to my first national demonstration in DC when I was thirteen, with my uncle who was in the Workers World Party (its youth group was called Youth Against War and Fascism). The demo was against the resumption of the Draft -- it was very likely one of those where the WWP and its various fronts and separate coalition called a SEPARATE demo from the one called by a larger group... that was always happening. But my parents, in the opposition faction within the Socialist Workers Party couldn't take time from work to go to the majority anti-draft demo, and my uncle could. It's not even listed in Wikipedia's sorely scanty and incomplete list of US Protests! Not in the list of the biggest ones and not in the overall list. Neither is the second Solidarity Day labor protest march, which had around 500,000, and I went to both of those anti-Reagan marches. Nor are the Central American solidarity demos I went to in DC. All of them were undercounted in the press, because the press always accepted police estimates. All of them trained their own marshals in crowd control, as Fred Halsted of the SWP had pushed for in the Mobilization to End the War in Vietnam.

My high school group Students for International Understanding (a name forced on us by the teacher sponsors, one of whom was a closeted full on CPer**) organized a rental van (which none of us were old enough to drive, so we had a Maoist adult do it) from my high school in 1982 to New York City to the Nuclear Freeze demo which is, I think, still the biggest demonstration in one city. These were grassroots movements, which took sweat, organization, fundraising, etc.

A cousin on Facebook just posted that Clarence Thomas' wife funded 70 buses with her own (or his, how do I know?) checkbook. George Soros never funded SHIT on that scale, afaik. I need to find more articles I can cite with those sorts of facts.

I have never been one for conspiracy theories -- capitalism is enough on its own for its remorseless logic to grind this shit out -- so I was able to reassure kids in my classes last November that no, shit wasn't going to burn down around them (in the Bay Area!) because Trump supporters would go rogue if they thought they were losing. So these events ARE shocking, to me. The prospect of a rump of the Republican party base founding something like "The Patriots' Party" with exactly these quasi-fascist politics... I mean, Godwin's law was sort of hung up for the duration after 2016, but this is... bierkeller Reichstag WANNABE territory, and it IS fucking scary. I don't think these bozos have the social weight or training to do what was done in 1930s Germany, but more than before I think they'd like to. When a fucking Illinois Representative can unabashedly approve Hitler's way with indoctrinating the Youth (Mary Miller) and double down in a perfectly Trumpian double-tongue way? Fucking A.

Whither the United States?



*This was less of a potential problem when I taught in Oakland, CA, which is a district riddled with lefty teachers and even former Maoist administrators. It is potentially a problem in my working class small district south of Oakland, where there are certainly Trumper parents (more over the hill in Castro Valley than right here) but more and more non white families -- Asians and Pacific Islanders, Latinx, and maybe 10% Black families. I COULD be narked on here, but our new Superintendent (who will crush us in terms of wages and working conditions, no question, any chance he gets) has put out a letter encouraging us to talk about it... and put out a good video in early June right before the first helping of distance learning was done... he started his video with his usual boring hoo hah, but then almost broke down about how he was having trouble dealing with the upsurge in BLM protests after George Floyd -- he's Black -- and he put up a silent Slide show with the names and descriptions of hundreds of Black men, women, and children murdered by the police. It made me cry. So I have hopes that if I AM narked on, the district will defend me. I never HAVE been narked on for my open politics, even TAing at the University of Missouri, where my teaching evaluations often decried my politics but said despite them, their white asses didn't feel oppressed.


**She and I did not mutually discover our respective Stalinism and Trotskyism until a party for the SIU at her house in Winnetka just before the founding members graduated. Her house was full of Eastern European conference posters and Cuban political/tourist posters from the 1970s and the lightbulb went off... She'd struggled with my harder left attitude for three years -- I pushed anti-apartheid stuff with Dennis Brutus, a South African poet then at Northwestern, and Central-American solidarity demonstrations (which the CP hated) and circumvented her to get a translator and a masked Sanctuary guy from El Salvador who was living underground with the local Mennonites to speak at school -- to a captive (and huge) audience of kids in detention. Anyway, I maliciously somehow dropped the info that my parents were in the SWP and her face drained of all color and she almost dropped a tray with glasses of lemonade. It was pretty funny, though no one but us got it.
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First week of this school year -- if you can call three half-days a week -- is over, and it was really nice. That's always the case for the first couple of weeks until my less than stellar classroom management cues a few students in to the fact that they can be lax as fuck. Sigh. However, it was still a really nice first week, one of the most pleasant I can remember. Today, two things happened that make this weekend super nice, as well.

1) I may finally actually start and finish (and all between) Moby Dick. For Reasons, I was looking at my Audible books account, and searched that weighty tome, which I have tried to read so, so, so many times, never getting past past chapter three. There are more than twenty different versions... there are even at least twelve that are unabridged. How to choose? I asked the internet, and lo, the internet told me that what I should really check out is: Moby Dick: The Big Read (http://www.mobydickbigread.com/), which is all 137 (or 138? something like that) chapters read aloud by different Brit personalities, celebrities. I've heard of some of them (Benedict Cumberbatch, e.g.) but not most of them. Tilda Swinton reads the first chapter. Some guy who is brilliant, Nigel something, reads the third chapter. Nigel Williams. It's great! I will listen to it, slowly, over time. Such brilliant and hilarious writing. I mean, I KNEW that. I've read other Melville and loved it. But this, this novel has been my unconquerable mountain. Other books I've never read, I don't want to read (most things Russian, and does that include Nabokov's Lolita? I'm never going to read that either). (Or any James Joyce, tbh). But Moby Dick? I DO want to read that. And this may be the way. Perhaps I will report on it as I make my way through it. In 2018, my mom and I listened to A Study in Scarlet and The Hound of the Baskervilles, read by Stephen Fry, and she loved it. I read all the Sherlock Holmes there was to read by the time I was ten, but it was very enjoyable to hear it in Fry's voice. He does one of the Moby Dick chapters, too.

2) I slept really late this Sunday morning, but ah, I was LESSON PLANNING. I often do lesson plan in bed, not gonna lie. And this morning, that time allowed me to at last figure out what I am going to do with my brand new class -- a 6th grade "Wheel" class, which means a [s]elective for one-third of the sixth graders, repeated twice more during the year. So I'll see all of them? And each class will have about 13 weeks? We're on a semester system, really, so it's going to be odd, when we do grades for this one class. I was told by the principal that the class is officially named "University of Diversity", and "you'll be great at it! It's like Sociology for Beginners!" I know nothing about sociology and do not want to know anything about sociology, much less make up curriculum for it from scratch. The person who taught it last year made it about... if I understood her correctly... code breaking, espionage, forensic science, and reading The Hound of the Baskervilles. Me? This is the 400th anniversary of slavery in the United States, so we're going to dissect racism and read Mildred D. Taylor's Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry, which I've taught many times (a long time ago) and which I have a class set of, along with an audible version, and lots of ideas. Hurrah, problem solved.
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... I mean, I feel like what is there to say that anyone who is decent and non-racist has not said already: Trump's racism (and it's not even dogwhistles; it's just explicit racist provocations to his base) supports, encourages, prods, and gives cover to white supremacist terrorists. Add to that misogynist haters of women. When I was little, growing up in a socialist family, gun control was a thing most socialists I knew distrusted -- don't leave the police the only ones armed, went the thought, or (more pie-in-the-sky-y) don't disarm the people in case of the revolution. Not that my family's flavor of socialism were wacky unrealistic believers in The Coming Revolution in the short or medium term. They weren't. But the general idea that it shouldn't only be the police and the national guard and the army that were armed for self-defense was popular, and the Black Panthers offered an impressive (and chic) example.

So when Columbine happened (or does this whirlwind begin with the Oklahoma City bombing? Which isn't guns, but is right wing white supremacist etc.) it was hard for me to see that gun control could ever happen -- not because of the recalcitrant (not to say absolutely sickening and corporate) NRA so much as the fact that individuals owning guns for hunting or whatever seems so much part of American history. Bad history, for sure. Colonialist and imperialist history, slavery history, race riot history, lynching history. Also better history: the Revolution itself, Shay's Rebellion, insurrections of the enslaved in the United States and in Haiti, arguably Reconstruction before the Compromise of 1877, etc. It is hard to imagine any kind of legislation that could literally go collect up people's guns. Yes, all the tightening on restrictions, that seems possible if the NRA's lobbying is resisted... but actually getting guns away from white supremacist terrorists seems hard.

On the other hand, what the fuck can we do? We must do something about this. Bernie Sanders had a petition demanding that all Congresspeople be called back into emergency session, which is a good shake up call. My sister thinks that the FBI and NSA should earn their fucking salaries and spend shitloads of time monitoring actual racists and neo-Nazis on the web. It's not like these people try to hide their fucking opinions. And a friend of mine who was a delegate at the Democratic Socialists of America convention this past week in Atlanta posted the absolute most depressing piece of political writing I've ever seen on Facebook (not as a result of the convention, which he said had its issues but was good overall) after El Paso and Dayton, that one-two punch. I don't generally think of this friend as alarmist or extreme -- he does a lot of work around grassroots DSA electoral campaigns like the recent successful Aldermanic ones in Chicago, where he lives. But he wrote (since I'm not attributing it to him, I think he won't mind if I quote it): "For the past several years I've been fearing the possibility of a civil war in North America, and recent events make that fear feel more legitimate than ever." That's all. But the comments (virtually all of them by socialist comrades, some of whom I know, many of whom I do not (now that DSA is about 55,000 people strong... though granted, LOTS of them are inactive online members. Like me, for the most part!) were something.

One Latinx immigrant rights activist commented that their people were now being hunted in the streets, and as far as gun control goes, if that shit accelerates (which was a whole other sub-discussion, about some 8chan [when did it double?] racist game plan called "accelerationism" with "lone wolves" testing the waters, as they've definitely done from New Zealand to El Paso) then when the community does react, people shouldn't expect "showers of flowers. So let that sink in." And my friend added that his fears are partly what happens if Trump loses the election and refuses to cede power, claiming his loss was staged. Would he get military and National Guard support? That's hard for me to picture, but as I say, I don't generally think of this friend as an alarmist. With fucking concentration camps for immigrant refugee children, it is harder and harder to resist using the F word to describe the president and the Republicans.
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Day 12: How can we reestablish poverty as an evil to be combated in US society?

Part of me wants to say by creating a Marvel comics (or whomever; I am not an aficionado, here) superhero aimed at that, with a movie series. Convert IronMan or something; those movies are snarky enough.

The last time there seemed to be such a (self-advertised) thing in the US was with master horse-trader Lyndon Baines Johnson, who had enough Keynesian slop money swilling around to spend vastly on guns and butter. I mean, WWII's economic boost -- huge employment, the government-bought war materiel then destroyed, to be bought again, but no destruction of the US's infrastructure -- well, there's nothing like that now, so that capitalist moment's window has closed. And with the reactionary blowback that Reagan and Thatcher helped ignite, Keynes is still excoriated now.

The philosophy of "I've got mine, Jack" while seeming to say that in true American individualist mythology, each person has the opportunity to pull him or herself up by her bootstraps, so fuck anyone who hasn't done so... it has its own built-in self-destruction, too, as in the current economic slump (did we ever quite call it a depression? how is it being referred to now?)... because if you got yours once, Jack, but now you're unemployed and fucked, or now you're drowned in debt and fucked, well, by your philosophy, that's YOUR fault, no one else's.

So... within the confines of capitalism, I don't see how poverty can ever become an evil to combat. It's the necessary corollary to wealth, as the recent effective graphic reveals.

maeve66: (Hello Mao!)
This time I took the first topic offered. I may have written about this before, but too bad, here I go again.

One of the things that I was most involved with during high school was a student political club that I and a friend whose parents were Communists (like, literally -- one was the nicest Stalinist you could ever hope to meet, who had fled with his family from Poland just ahead of the Nazis, and then gone back as an anti-Nazi spy just post-war, as a nineteen year old or something crazy like that; the other, D's mother, was an Italian Eurocommunist with strong opinions and amazing cooking skills). D. and I argued all the time about how hard left our little club was going to be -- he wanted us to have a study group and read Michael Parenti's Democracy for the Few, while I wanted us to create speakers' platforms for people in the Sanctuary movement from El Salvador, and attend nuclear freeze AND Central American solidarity demonstrations. I won, basically, in the first round, and then our adult club sponsors won, on the surface at least, in the second round. They forced us to change our club name from the "Evanston Progressive Students Committee" (which I stole from the student activists at Northwestern University, where I frequently meeting-hopped on weekday evenings) to "Students for International Understanding" -- the first public event of which was an international potluck. Oh, god, I was furious.

Nevertheless, we kept struggling for autonomy and radical actions. We would paint banners and go on demonstrations in solidarity with the guerillas in El Salvador and the Sandinistas in Nicaragua one weekend, and then -- here comes the origami -- fold a thousand paper cranes and have tables to ask that student volunteers fold another thousand paper cranes, and then stuff them in cardboard boxes and LITERALLY mail them to Leonid Brezhnev, the week after this. Let me check the year, it might have been Andropov. Yeah, I think it was Andropov, unless it was early in the year.

The cranes drove me crazy. I don't think I folded a single one myself. Yes, it was visual and symbolic, but did it educate anyone in anything? No. Plus, I was completely a unilateral disarmament proponent (me and E. P. Thompson and the British Campaign for Nuclear Disarmament) and was disgusted that we sent cranes to Russian leaders, and none to Reagan.

On the other hand, we also had alternative political projects around disarmament, which I thought were better political education of those participating in them as activists. We organized a school campaign to declare Evanston Township High School a Nuclear-Free Zone (yes, totally symbolic; no one was suggesting hosting missiles or even nuclear accelerators at ETHS), and held our referendum on the same day as the campus-wide Student Council election. Hundreds more students voted in our referendum than bothered to vote for Student Council electors, and of those who voted in the referendum, about 83% voted in favor of declaring the school a Nuclear-Weapon Free Zone. Oh, we (and often, mostly me) made the principal angry. Those sorts of things were always why I got called to the principal's office. So fucking stupid.

The upshot of this campaign was, however, indicative. All the young liberal students in the club were so proud of our efforts, and so certain that this democratic endeavor would prevail, and I pretty much knew it wouldn't. They called a School Board Meeting -- on the same night as my Medieval Banquet, so I was dressed in a Medieval costume I'd made myself, and had to duck out of one of the songs the Madrigal choir was performing, to go to the meeting, held in Beardsley N-112, the Study Hall room. Several other SIU members were there, and at least three of us spoke before the School Board, which listened impatiently and then quashed the results of the referendum, saying students had no authority to declare any school status. I was not in the least surprised, but for the other students (apart from D., also a red diaper baby) it was a shock and a disillusionment. I felt slightly guilty because I had seen this sort of disillusionment produced intentionally by some left groups, as a way to radicalize activists' consciousness. But I didn't do it on purpose -- we did everything right, everything possible to create democratic change, and the institution could not permit democracy. Still, much more educational than the origami cranes.
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This question makes me remember wouldprefernot2's answer on some three-peat meme, to "three things you'd like to see" -- he had a very beautifully articulated (as when did he not) response involving a world-historical defeat for the US that didn't involve religious nuts. What two things do I want?

1. Socialism, not barbarism -- the defeat of capitalism's rapacity and inhumanity, but not its replacement by squalor and environmental disaster. Or fascism. Not that either.

2. the ability to turn any book I already own into a compatible ebook file that will easily go into Kindle or iBooks or whatever. Some kind of autoscanner, I guess.
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Or something like wish I could say but won't. Again, wtf? No. If I want to say something, I will say it, unless it could get me fired. Hm. Maybe there is something to that -- are there things I would like to say, but cannot because I need to keep my job?

1. "Just stop saying the Pledge of Allegiance. They can't make you do it. You've been ordered to stand silently, so there's that, I guess. Think subversive thoughts, though."

2. "I didn't say you were descended from a monkey. I said that evolution is how humans came to be the species we are, and that the fossils pictured in this book chart the development of hominids. No, the world is not 7,000 years old, or whatever number your church pulled out of its ass, er, I mean, Bible."

3. "Yeah, that is what I said. I'm fine if you think I'm a dyke, go for it. No, you can't use anything to do with gender or sexuality as an insult in here, in any way whatever, same as racial stereotypes won't fly."

4. "Damn right I am pro-choice. Free national health care and free abortions on demand. Oh, and I'm an atheist, too."
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I feel like I am posting everything I have even vaguely thought of all summer. This one will be a continuation of family history photos. The next one will be on Hindi and matters subcontinental, cultural and otherwise.

So.

Let's see about the order here. My father's Lake Geneva family again, first. I've said this before (and I realized I retold a story in my last post, too, about my great-aunt and grandmother and their early '30s road trips)... anyway, though, it continues to resonate for me, every time I see a photograph that links today to then. My father bought the house he grew up in. His grandparents bought that house in about 1913 or so -- maybe even earlier. And it was originally built in 1877; it has a historic plaque as of this year, announcing that fact. So there are all these photos from the 1920s, and then there are all these photos around and about that house from ... 2011. That physical connection is still very pleasing to me -- and must be, to my father.

I think he *loves* having retired to the small town he grew up in, even if the politics of that small town are pretty vile. From what he says, the best (and the tiny minority) are the few Democrats, though almost all of those are Catholic, and thus anti-abortion. He blocs with these few, these precious few, at his kaffeeklatsch group at the local Caribou, virtually every morning. He blocs with them against the far more numerous Republicans who support Governor Scott Walker and who view everyone (except themselves) as receivers-of-government-largesse. Some are self-made stocks-and-bond trader millionaires, and they're without a doubt the worst. I don't know how my dad can bear talking and arguing with them.

Speaking of vile politics in Lake Geneva (I know, I'm getting away from photos...) -- I read an article in their shitty local newsrag, The Lake Geneva Regional News or something like that, which gloatingly crowed over the fact that local businesses and homeowners would be getting lowered property taxes, by 2 % or something like that -- BECAUSE OF A CONCESSIONARY CONTRACT signed by Lake Geneva teachers. Jesus motherfucking Christ on a stick, that's... god, it's nausea-inducing. And my uncle keeps asking plaintively if I would consider moving back to Lake Geneva to teach school. Seriously, he asks me this pretty much every time we have a conversation. He'll probably ask me this week when we go have dinner at P. F. Chang's. One thing I would be good at, if I did move back and teach in LG (not that this is really imaginable): there's a huge and growing Mexican population, and I could teach English Language Learners. The racism against them is [unsurprising and] hideous.

ANYWAY. Here are two pictures from about 1919 or so, I think.







Both of those are right next to the very house I just spent a week at. The next one is one of my favorites of all of these old photos. It was taken by my great-aunt Fran when she was about 14 or so, eighth grade, I think. It is of, apparently, four of her favorite teachers from Central School, the building behind the women. I love looking at their clothes -- it's partly how I date photographs, because our family pix never have years written on or under them. And it's just fascinating to see what older girls wore versus younger ones. Did they have sex segregated recesses? Because I don't see any boys, on first glance. That school building is still there, with considerable, and fairly well-matching, additions. I could work there! Ha.




Then there are two from WWII, of Uncle Tom, my father's uncle he grew up with, who I believe was closeted. He was 36 when he was drafted, so they didn't send him to either theater of war. Instead, he was just bounced around from army base to army base. He has lots of photos of him posing with much younger guys, as they mostly would have been. He also sent a whole series of photos of one of his barracks, with him making his bed, him sorting his equipment for inspection, the empty barracks as a still life, etc. He sent these and practically daily postcards home to his mother, my dad's Gram, Lil.









This last one is an interior shot of the kitchen at my dad's in LG -- it is also another image documenting my father's penchant for careful organization.




The next three photos are of my mom playing the recorder, circa 1954, and then the guitar, circa 1955 to 1959. I have a whole series of scanned photos of my mom playing guitar. I feel like there must be even more photos, and I'd like to scan them, too. I wish she would play again. I think she's afraid that she wouldn't sound good at all. I wish I had learned, myself. I still think about it. The one time I tried, I wasn't very good at coordinating my two hands' activities. But I didn't try for very long.










My dad used to say that when he first met my mom, she was kind of a fixture on the Madison folk-singing circuit, singing Child ballads and the like. I would love to have seen her, though of course I heard them as lullabies, anyway. I can sing a few, still. I'd like to learn more. I used to sing them to Ruby, my niece, as lullabies, though several are quite cold-blooded and bloodthirsty, both.

Finally, here is my FIRST arrest photo, taken in 1985 at an anti-apartheid sit-in at Northwestern University, right before the plastic manacles were put on all of us.




And that's my long and miscellaneous photo post. Also... I'm not putting an LJ cut. I doubt you all have so many posts on your feed that this will be too inconvenient. If I'm wrong, tell me.

May Day

May. 1st, 2011 11:54 am
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A friend from Chicago -- a former LJer, in fact -- [livejournal.com profile] oblomova, whom I miss quite a lot... anyway, she posted a Happy May Day on Facebook, and talked about the Haymarket anarchists, their graves, and Emma Goldman and Ben Reitman's graves, out at what was, when I was little and went there several times on family outings, Waldheim Cemetery. Apparently now they've translated it, and it's Forest Home Cemetery, or something like that. It's a great cemetery in general, and the anarchists' graves always make me feel proud of their effort to change the world and angry at their executions. They were not lifestyle anarchists.

It feels like May Day, for the first time in a long time. This Depression continues, state and federal budgets have been eviscerated and to pay for that, the sole remaining highly unionized part of the American workforce -- public workers -- is the focus of a vicious attack. Race to the bottom, in superspeed. But there has been motion, among NORMAL, regular, working people. Not the kind of once-yearly demonstration parade held most Springs in San Francisco, not the usual suspects... yeah, students were highly involved in the Wisconsin fightback. But just as the antiwar movement in Madison, Wisconsin, moved from involving students to mobilizing a huge part of the community, the recent struggle in Wisconsin mobilized regular people. Friends and relatives of mine who have never been politically active in any way at all went to the demonstrations and rallies, posted their anger on their FB wall, signed petitions to recall the bastards who voted to gut union rights. They drew the connection to revolutionary anger in Egypt themselves, and it didn't seem like that faraway place was incomprehensible and too different to merit solidarity.

I just got an email that says that my state level teachers' union, the California Teachers Association, has called for an occupation of the State House in Sacramento, May 9 - 13. I don't know if that coincides with a lot of teachers' Spring Breaks, or what. Not mine, sadly. And I don't have any sick days I could use, either, damn it. I don't have a lot of hope that this will take off in a big way. But Wisconsin did show the way.

[ETA: It's not even Sacramento Unified School District's Spring Break. And it IS within the annual testing window for the state standardized tests -- it's the second week of our STAR testing period, for example...]

For May Day, then, I want to link to three moving videos made by a film student.


Wisconsin "Budget Repair Bill" Protest from Matt Wisniewski on Vimeo.




Wisconsin "Budget Repair Bill" Protest Pt 2 from Matt Wisniewski on Vimeo.




WI "Budget Repair Bill" Protest (Feb 20-24?) Pt. 3 from Matt Wisniewski on Vimeo.

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And, the women.

Madeleine L'Engle

Ursula K. LeGuin

Nancy Farmer


In my mind, Madeleine L'Engle goes well with C. S. Lewis. I can't get beyond her religion and her politics to appreciate her as a writer. I mean, I've read most of her stuff... not being able to forgive authors for their politics and their religious ... evangelism... doesn't stop me from reading them, and liking parts of it, evidently. But I reserve a deep well of doubt and reluctance, somehow.

L'Engle is most famous, I imagine, for A Wrinkle in Time, and I will admit that in one way, she was outstanding with this, in that the main character, Meg, a) is a girl who is a science geek, and therefore an outsider, and b) that the science is serious, and hard, and interesting. I was always very resistant to math, myself, but I bet that the notion of a tesseract deeply influenced a certain proportion of girls who might never have become theoretical physicists otherwise. Or philosophical mathematicians. I actually know of such a girl, an exact contemporary of mine, for whom this was certainly one influence on her way to being such a person -- the kind of theoretical mathematician where doing actuarial science is a summer job in college because it's so easy and remunerative. Her other influence was her early computer science father, so I'm sure she was bombarded from all sides, but still. I have no doubt that Meg was in there, somewhere.

For me, I couldn't read that book without (as with C. S. Lewis) seeing the parallels to the Cold War, which, when I was 11, 12, 13, 14 was still in full swing. In middle school social studies, 7th grade, or 8th grade, we had a Unit (everything was taught in Units... I wish I could do that) called "Socialism, Fascism, Totalitarianism" -- because my teacher thought that was all one continuum. She honestly did. At the time, I tended to ascribe that to her heritage as the granddaughter of a White Russian officer, in the Russian Civil War. Now, of course, I wonder whether that wasn't the Illinois state social studies curriculum during the last hurrah of the Cold War. In A Wrinkle in Time, the main character's father is a scientist working for the government (which in my household was more a scary, CIA-linked thought, than anything wonderful) and in his researches on space travel, he is caught up in a tesseract (no, I can't define that... it's... a wrinkle in time. And space, I guess) and then taken prisoner by essentially the same totalitarian disembodied-brain (Communist) villain as exists in C. S. Lewis's That Hideous Strength. But a firm grasp on love and compassion and self-sacrifice (much as in C. S. Lewis's The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, with Meg's little brother Charles Wallace being brainwashed, somewhat akin to Edmund in the Lewis story -- and Meg fulfilling the Lucy/Susan role of at least witnessing sacrifice) help to defeat the atheist and materialist forces of evil and identikit modern suburbs.

I think I probably sound somewhat mean-spirited. As I say, I've read all of the Kairos chronicles -- the Murry and then O'Keefe novels which deal with fantasy elements... and religion. And I've only read a few of the Chronos novels, which deal with the Austin family, and are more (mostly, not entirely) realistic. In fact, I may only have read A Ring of Endless Light, among those. So even if I struggle with them, and argue with them, I still engage more with the heavily religion-saturated series. The O'Keefe family books -- especially the Time Quartet -- comprise A Wrinkle in Time, The Wind in the Door, Many Waters, and A Swiftly Tilting Planet (though Many Waters was published well after the other three, it takes place BEFORE the finale of those first generation books). definitely caught me. Many Waters was particularly interesting to me because it came out of the immediate post-Cold War period, and was more openly Biblical -- it is set literally in Biblical times, as L'Engle conceives them, with miracles and angels, just before the Flood, with Noah. Kind of a fascinating window into that world. It is amazing to me that Christians protest her work... they're crazy.

Ursula K. LeGuin And now for someone completely different. I love Ursula K. LeGuin. She's an anarchist. Her father was the anthropologist Alfred L. Kroeber, who wrote about the last Yahi Indian to grow up completely outside Anglo, white culture, Ishi (ca. 1860 - 1916). I've read LeGuin's mother's treatment of that experience, Ishi: Last of his Tribe, and given that Theodora Kroeber got that published in 1960, it is a sensitive and fascinating (and depressing as hell) piece of anthropology. Anyway, LeGuin is one of the most flexible, radical fantasists of all the ones I've written about in these LJ posts. She is amazing on gender, on anti-imperialist themes, on ecology, on political economy. And despite being fascinated by those themes, she also writes deeply engaging fantasy. In terms of YAF, undoubtedly her best known novels are the ones set in the pre-industrial (and magic) archipelago world of Earthsea: A Wizard of Earthsea, The Tombs of Atuan, The Farthest Shore... and, after a long interval, a kind of feminist reinterpretation of Earthsea, with Tehanu and The Other Wind. There is a collection of short stories set in Earthsea, as well. I loved the first three books, around age 12 or whenever, but I did recognize that they were male quests. It was a great relief to read her much later addition, Tehanu. To be honest, I haven't yet read The Other Wind, though from the Wikipedia description, I want to. What has influenced me more by LeGuin, though, are her other sci-fi novels, starting with The Left Hand of Darkness, which is one of those books that produced a shift in my young mind, as Marge Piercy's Woman on the Edge of Time did.

The Left Hand of Darkness was groundbreaking in that the main characters in the cold planet Winter (Gethen) are -- well, the Wiki article describes them as androgynous, but I think actually intersexed, or hermaphroditic, is closer. They are both sexes, one at a time, depending on chemistry with a partner, once a month. That's very complicated. Hm. Most of the time, they have no sexual urges or desires at all (something already almost impossible to imagine, which creates great difficulties for the Ekumenical Mobile, Genly Ai, a Terran) but once a month they are in kemmer, which means they are sexually attracted and attractive, and migrate to one or the other end of the biologically male/female spectrum. Either end. So the theme is not really homosexuality, which can't even really exist, biologically, on this imagined world, but the embodiment of both genders and thus the questioning of rights that pertain to one. Along with all of this to think about, there is also a great deal of deep emotion in the book.

I could write for a long time about LeGuin -- her meditation on anarchist society affected me for a long, long time -- not necessarily positively. That's her novel The Dispossessed. And The Word for World is Forest shows an ACTUAL anti-imperialist revolt that Cameron clearly ripped off for Avatar. Finally, her Always Coming Home is one of those future dystopia/utopia books -- this one set in a future California that is much darker yet more successfully neo-Native American than, for example, Starhawk's The Fifth Sacred Thing -- which I read, reject, think about, read again, get more used to, then love.

Nancy Farmer brings us back more explicitly to both YAF fantasy, but remains consciously political, at least to a certain extent. Farmer is white, but because (this is according to her own interviews on the subject) she spent 17 years in Africa, at first in the Peace Corps and then because she married a (white) guy she met at the University of Zimbabwe, she set most of her earliest fiction in Africa, whether it is science-fictional future Zimbabwe (The Ear, the Eye, and the Arm), or contemporary Africa (A Girl Named Disaster), or whimsical fantasy somewhat akin to the Disney movie Madagascar, (The Warm Place). These are all compelling, well-written, fascinating reads, which take their setting for granted, in a sense, not as a place which is Other and Exotic, but as the place that simply IS, for that story. I was so used to this, in fact, that it took me a long time to recognize that her more recent dystopia, The House of the Scorpion, was more inspired by the War on Drugs and Aztlan, than Africa -- and that her most recent triumph is a trilogy of 'troll' novels pulled straight from Norse mythology.

I have to admit that I haven't read The House of the Scorpion yet, though I own it... but have devoured the first two of the troll trilogy -- The Sea of Trolls, and The Land of the Silver Apples... and look forward to getting the third, The Islands of the Blessed. I do feel a little cognitive dissonance in reading stuff taken so clearly from Norse traditions, and reconciling that with stories whose folktale allusions have more to do with southern Africa. The African stories have greater emotional depth and general intensity to them; the Norse adventure/quest trilogy has more obvious tropes, though its humor and the character development of the main female character, an orphaned Viking shield-maiden, is quite modern and relatively feminist-ish. She's a good writer, and I look forward to more of her stuff. My own students seem to prefer the troll trilogy, as it fits better with the magic and fantasy current in Harry Potter and in the Percy Jackson series.
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This was always a big holiday in my house, when I was growing up. It involved going to political parties in the evening, with music and dancing and speeches and fundraising. I was a little taken aback to find, when I was older, that most people don't celebrate it. In Cuba, however, my father and stepmother and mother (who were vacationing together there, in 1994) got a flower and a kiss on the cheek from people in the streets.

Anyway -- Happy International Women's Day, Livejournal folks!

My niece is wondering who to do her March-is-Women's-History-Month report on. Her father is pulling for Helen Keller, socialist wonder woman. I like a lot of the international possibilities -- especially Alexandra Kollontai, who I memorialized this month in the March/April issue of Against the Current, with a slightly obnoxious article on Wikipedia and revolutionary women. But here is a list, off the top of my head of women who are interesting in history. I cannot limit it to Americans. Feel free to add! I'm surely deficient in lots of areas:

"Lucy" and other forebears learning to live in a dangerous environment
Venus of Willendorf -- statues representing Mother Goddesses
Hatshepsut, of Egypt (okay, I don't often cave to the Elite Women thing, but she's always fascinated me)
Sappho
Boudicca
Queen Eleanor of Aquitaine (see Hatshepsut)
Artemisia Gentileschi, Renaissance painter
Nzingha, a princess in West Africa who resisted the Portuguese
Sacajawea
Abigail Adams
Angelina and Sarah Grimké, abolitionists
Elizabeth Cady Stanton
Susan B. Anthony
Harriet Tubman
Sojourner Truth
Florence Nightingale
Clara Barton
Julia Morgan, California Beaux Arts architect
Victoria Woodhull, socialist, free lover, US Presidential candidate with Frederick Douglass, 1872
Jane Addams
Florence Kelley
Lucy Parsons
Helen Keller
Mother Jones
Charlotte Perkins Gilman
Elizabeth Gurley Flynn
Rosa Luxemburg
Clara Zetkin, FOUNDER of International Women's Day!!! Represent, German SPD!!!
Inessa Armand
Alexandra Kollontai
Nadezhda Krupskaya
Natalya Sedova
Raya Dunayevskaya
Dolores Ibarruri
Dr. Antoinette Konikow
Rosa Parks, especially if she was closer to the CP than one might think.
Ella Baker
Valentina Tereshkova, Soviet astronaut


My niece would add Eleanor Roosevelt and Shirley Chisholm.

ETA: Lady Murasaki, Harriet Beecher Stowe, Louise Michel, Christine Dargent, Eleanor Marx, Emma Goldman, Margaret Sanger, Marie Curie, Jeannette Rankin, Benazir Bhutto
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I grew up listening to Child ballads, ultraleft political songs, and left classics from Woody Guthrie through Pete Seeger and Victor Jara to Utah Phillips. Utah Phillips died last night, May 23rd, which I found out from LiveJournal, specifically, [livejournal.com profile] sabotabby's LJ. That is a hell of a shame.

I first saw Utah Phillips live in high school, literally AT Evanston Township High School, where he sang at some assembly and made me think of the Pied Piper because there was a student who was a few years older than me, a guitar geek and -- apparently -- GROUPIE of Phillips', because at least in my jumbled recollection, he up and left school to sort of apprentice and tour with Phillips for a while. Later he came back and worked in a guitar shop in town, or owned it, I wasn't clear. But Phillips always seemed so warm and approachable; it wasn't at all a surprise that someone could just attach himself to the guy.

Like Billy Bragg and Woody Guthrie, his voice was not technically stellar. But he could communicate so much feeling and pathos and politics in his songs. It's making me really sad to think that he's gone. Fuck. I don't want to think about Pete Seeger, too.

I think my favorite songs by Utah Phillips are his renditions of classic Wobbly songs, like "The Preacher and the Slave", "The Lumberjack's Prayer" and old union hymns like "There is Power in a Union". But I like his romanticized hobo songs, too. My mother's ex-boyfriend, B., looked (and sounded) just exactly like a hybrid of Utah Phillips and Willie Nelson.

Goodbye, Utah. I'm sorry you had to leave so soon.



If you want to get one album of his, get "We Have Fed You All A Thousand Years".

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