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Finding your potential: Aging in a time of turmoil

I recently dove into two books on aging. It wasn’t because I felt old, aged, infirmed, or any of those descriptors we often use when talking about the elderly. However, I can read a calendar, and I recognize that I can’t claim to be middle age when no one lives to be 130 years old.*

My study began just as the global pandemic struck, with the coronavirus focusing so much of its potency on the vulnerable and those 60 years of age and older. I finished the second book as the nation roiled from both the largest economic downturn since the Great Depression and the injustice that was highlighted in the grotesque and brutal deaths of black men, women, and children at the hands of the police. Whether I liked it or not, I was forced to think about aging in a time of turmoil.

Talk about your inauspicious timing.

In light of current events, I quipped to some friends that these book choices could be interpreted as:

  • a sign of naiveté,
  • a sign of optimism, and/or
  • a sign of resistance to those suggesting that the elderly should be willing to die to boost the stock market.

Whatever your interpretation, I made it through both books with my optimism intact and, frankly, without having given serious thought to silly notions spoken by politicians who, as one satirist noted, have hit the Wizard of Oz trifecta — if they only had a heart, and a brain, and courage.

Let’s be clear: no one signed up for this tumult. Among the incalculable impacts of these times people are going without sufficient food, graduations have been upended, job searches have been dropped, careers have been stalled, babies have been born only to be isolated from their grandparents, relationships have flourished, and relationships have floundered. Most grievously, many have died and more have lost friends and loved ones. Needlessly. We are all trying to navigate the phase of life where we find ourselves at the moment.

These times of turmoil can give us the chance to “change the status quo” about how we see the roles older people play in daily life, even as we consider ways to support new generations and new perspectives. Encouraging younger generations is part of my core beliefs. From climate change to social injustice, from historical scholarship to politics — in just about any field one cares to consider, much of the forward-looking energy and leadership comes from the young and from those who have too long been marginalized when it comes to power. But that doesn’t give those of us who have decided to step down from full-time careers the license to slink away and decline as circumstances change.

It has been my experience that the elders in our lives can be critical to guiding us through both calm and tumult. “Elders are so comforting and healing,” author Krista Tippet notes, but “not everybody becomes an elder; some people just get old.”

She made that observation while speaking with Resmaa Menakem, a therapist and trauma specialist who “activates the wisdom of elders and a very new science, about how all of us carry the history and traumas behind everything we collapse into the word ‘race’ in our bodies.” In his latest book, My Grandmother’s Hands: Racialized Trauma and the Pathway to Mending Our Hearts and Bodies, Menakem says,

“All adults need to learn how to soothe and anchor themselves rather than expect or demand that others soothe them. And all adults need to heal and grow up.”

How, exactly, do we heal and grow up, moving closer to being an elder and resisting the path of becoming grumpy as we just get old? That’s among the questions that brought me to study these two books.

The line “changing the status quo” comes from the introduction to 2020’s Successful Aging: A Neuroscientist Explores the Power and Potential of Our Lives by Daniel J. Levitin. In this, his most recent book, Dr. Levitin examines what happens in the brain as we age and what are the keys to aging well. In 400 pages packed full of the latest science, Levitin makes the strong case that aging is not inevitably a period of decline and loss and irrelevance.

A major piece of the research about the changing nature of aging is understanding neuroplasticity, or the ability of the brain to change itself. Some form of neuroplasticity is with us throughout our life spans, so Levitin makes the case that older adults’ brains “are plastic, capable of great feats of rewiring and adaptation.” He uses the science to show that neuroplasticity does not seem to slow down “nearly as much for older adults who have been making demands on their brains to think differently and rewire for many years.” In a recent PBS interview, Levitin noted, “You can change yourself at any age. That’s the good news. You can look at your life when you’re 75 and say I’m going to do something different and do it.

Levitin’s work assures us we don’t have to wait to learn how to heal and grow up. All of us can begin right where we are.

The other book in my rite of passage reading was 2002’s Aging Well: Surprising Guideposts to a Happier Life by George E. Vaillant, M.D., based on the oldest, most thorough study of aging ever undertaken. Dr. Vaillant’s description of the key findings to emerge from the study include several thoughts that relate to the idea of successful aging in a time of turmoil “It is not the bad things that happen to us that doom us,” he notes, “it is the good people who happen to us at any age that facilitate enjoyable old age.” “Healing relationships” — as in Menakem’s admonition to heal and grow up — “are facilitated by a capacity for gratitude, for forgiveness, and for taking people inside.”

What did I learn from those who have successfully navigated the next third? To find the power and potential of our lives, we should:

  • Maintain a future orientation that provides the ability to anticipate, plan, and hope. Learn something new every day.
  • Stay engaged with meaningful work.
  • Exercise, but don’t worry about getting a gym membership.
  • Spend time with younger people.
  • Build the capacity for gratitude and forgiveness and focus your perspective around empathy for how others see the world.
  • Get enough sleep.
  • Do things with people, as opposed to doing things to people.

Oh, and as Levitin reminds us at the end of his book, don’t forget to laugh. “Whatever’s going on around you, remember to laugh.”

That list, I would suggest, is not a bad prescription for successful aging in the midst of turmoil.

Live well.

More to come…

DJB

Image by skalekar1992 from Pixabay

*I subscribe to the division of a life into thirds, roughly divisible by 30 years.  Both my grandmothers lived to be close to 90 or beyond, and my father was just a month or two short of 91 when he passed away.  I realize nothing is given, but I’m trying to be intentional about my possibilities.

Sturgill Simpson on my mind

Sturgill Simpson is the hard-to-classify, but always intriguing singer and songwriter who sounds like Waylon Jennings or Merle Haggard (take your choice, as both were great singers); writes about topics not often heard on contemporary country radio; has outspoken progressive politics sure to rub many country music fans the wrong way; and who has a gift for surprise…as you’ll find at the end of this Saturday Soundtrack post. (Bluegrass fans who can’t wait should just jump there first!)

A native of Kentucky, the son of a secretary and a Kentucky State Trooper, Simpson is the first male on his mother’s side of the family to not work in a strip mine or deep mine. Nonetheless, that blue collar, hard working sensibility comes through with every song he writes and every note he sings. He is a Navy veteran who speaks up in his songs and in interviews about the dangers of the military industrial complex. In a famous Facebook Live post outside the 2017 Country Music Association awards show, Simpson said,

“Nobody needs a machine gun. Coming from a guy who owns quite a few guns. Gay people should have the right to be happy and live their life any way they want to, and get married if they want to, without fearing getting drug down the road on a pickup truck. Black people are probably tired of getting shot in the streets, and getting enslaved by the industrial prison complex, and hegemony and racism is alive and well in Nashville, Tennessee. Thank you very much.”

Simpson started making a name for himself with his 2014 debut album High Top Mountain which featured from-the-heart country songs — most written by Simpson — such as Railroad of Sin (as in, “On that railroad of sin I was a high balling train”). Here’s a great version with his “big band” at 2016’s Farm Aid:

Simpson’s second album,  Metamodern Sounds in Country Music (with a title that is a takeoff of the old Ray Charles album Modern Sounds in Country and Western Music) was where others, besides the music critics and really loyal fans, began to take notice of this new talent. Long White Line — one of the great trucking songs — is from that album and Simpson performs it in this video in historic RCA Studio A in Nashville.

He took his work to the next level with 2016″s A Sailor’s Guide To Earth, which won Best Country Album of the Year at the Grammy Awards. It ended with the powerful Call to Arms, with its lyrics sure to inflame the Love-It-Or-Leave-It crowd.

I done Syria, Afganistan, Iraq and Iran

North Korea tell me where does it end

Well the bodies keep piling up with every day

How many more of em they gonna send

Well they send their sons and daughters off to die for some war

To control the heroin

Well son I hope you don’t grow up

Believing that you’ve got to be a puppet to be a man

Simpson tore down the house with his raucous version of Call to Arms on Saturday Night Live in 2017

Another shift in style came with 2019’s Sound & Fury, which was, by Simpson’s own description, a “sleazy, steamy, rock ‘n’ roll record.” He was out touring for this album (which was to include a performance at the Anthem in Washington on May 17-18) before the entire tour was cancelled and Simpson came down with COVID-19.

Which brings us to June 2020, where one can find a video of a live-streamed one-hour Simpson concert held on Friday, June 5th, at Nashville’s Ryman Auditorium — the mother church of country music — with an all-star bluegrass band.

And I’m here to say it is wonderful!

Simpson recruited some of the best stars and session players of bluegrass in Nashville and has been recording an album with them over the past couple of weeks. As a “reward” for his fans hitting a $200,000 fundraising goal he’d set for three charities, they then performed a live concert, to a completely empty Ryman. But Simpson live-streamed the show and you can find the video on YouTube. Most of the songs are from Simpson’s back catalog, played — as he says — in the bluegrass style for which they were originally written. So we get Living the Dream (8:18 mark), Life of Sin (14:17), Long White Line (21:17), Sitting Here Without You (28:17), Railroad of Sin (50:00) plus more, including two great Stanley Brothers songs — Pretty Polly (45:38) and Sharecropper’s Son (54:16).

And the band is made up of some monster players. The incredibly talented Sierra Hull plays some silky smooth mandolin licks and handles a number of the backup vocals. Her bandmates are banjo player Scott Vestal (longtime member of Doyle Lawson & Quicksilver, the Sam Bush Band, and more); former bass player for the Del McCoury Band Mike Bub; guitarist Mark Howard; long-time Simpson drummer Miles Miller; and top session (and Nashville Bluegrass Band) fiddler Stuart Duncan. They rip through these tunes like the professionals they are, with smooth changes, adventuresome solos, and tasteful backup to Simpson’s unique vocals.

I loved the entire concert, so I encourage you to pull up a chair, crack open a cold one, and listen to some great bluegrass players perform a terrific set of songs that only Sturgill Simpson could have written. I’ll be “sitting here without you / And with you on my mind.”*

Enjoy!

More to come…

DJB

*From Simpson’s “Here Without You”

Listen, learn, love…and act.

I Am A Man

This past week the nation reached an important inflection point in our 400-year-old history with race and racism. The horrific murder of George Floyd, a 46-year-old black man who died in Minneapolis after Derek Chauvin, a white police officer, knelt on his neck for almost nine minutes while he was lying face down handcuffed on the street, touched off nationwide protests and confrontations with the police and the Trump administration. The photo showing Chauvin on Floyd’s neck while casually looking away, hand in his pocket, hit like a punch in the country’s collective gut.

Pictures can both reflect and change history. The iconic May 1963 photographs of Bull Connor’s police dogs and officers with fire hoses attacking peaceful protesters in Birmingham depicted savage assaults that, in civil rights historian Taylor Branch’s words, “struck like lightning in the American mind.” The 1968 photos of sanitation workers, with their “I Am A Man” signs, remind us of why Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. was in Memphis on that fateful April day. While I have no idea if it will have the same impact, the video footage and photo of a white police officer’s almost nonchalant pose while snuffing out George Floyd’s life following a complaint about a $20 counterfeit bill shows the casual nature of racism and injustice in a way that is impossible to ignore.

For those who choose not to ignore it, how we respond now and in the future will determine if change takes place.

A number of very smart commentators and activists, people of color who have worked to combat injustice their entire lives, have made various recommendations for those of us of privilege. First, while we should stand up in the moment for an end to racism, white people like me need to listen, listen, and then listen some more. Second, we need to educate ourselves about the systemic nature of racism, the ties to implicit bias, and how we can train ourselves to be anti-racist. But listening and learning, without action, will not change history. And as the first African American presiding bishop in the Episcopal Church, Michael Curry, counsels, our actions should come as we walk a path of love.

Pulitzer Prize-winning opinion writer Jonathan Capehart had a simple suggestion on Friday: “Dear white people, please read White Fragility.” Capehart, an African American, notes,

“I have been wild about (Robin) DiAngelo’s book since I read it last year because the associate professor of education at the University of Washington at Seattle is a white woman writing unflinchingly to white people about race. DiAngelo forces white people to see and understand how white supremacy permeates their lives and to recognize how they perpetuate it. More importantly, she shows them what they can do to change themselves and dismantle this pernicious system.”

For a short introduction, take a look at this four-minute video with DiAngelo talking about the paradigm shift necessary to combat racism.

Understanding how the concept of race was developed can be beneficial in understanding the context of this moment. This podcast may be helpful. Here are other works that may also be illuminating.

  • Dr. Jennifer Eberhardt’s powerful book Biased  (2019) looks at the hidden prejudice that affects us all. Her reports on trainings she has held through the years for various police departments are especially illuminating in this moment.
  • The New Jim Crow:  Mass Incarceration in the Age of Colorblindness (2010) by Michelle Alexander is an important and disturbing book about police brutality and mass incarceration that contends that “what has changed since the collapse of Jim Crow has less to do with the basic structure of our society than with the language we use to justify it.”
  • Michael Eric Dyson, in Tears We Cannot Stop: A Sermon to White America (2019), argues that Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. remains “so important to this generation, to this time, to this nation, to our people,” because he “spoke the truth that we have yet to fully acknowledge.”
  • Finally, let me point you to two highly influential works: Ta-Nehisi Coates’ Between the World and Me (2015) and Bryan Stevenson’s Just Mercy (2014).

When Ta-Nehisi Coates sees hope in this current moment, as he stated on Friday in an interview with Ezra Klein, then perhaps we really are at an inflection point. And when the District’s Black Lives Matter mural can be seen from space, the social injustice that is all around us on the ground becomes harder and harder to ignore.

More to come…

DJB

“I Am A Man” image of Memphis Sanitation Workers in March 1968 outside Clayborn Temple (photo credit: Ernest C. Withers/Withers Family Trust)

Music for troubled times: The old songs

I’ve found myself drawn to several musical performances online this week during our troubled times. Most are covers — where musicians perform works by other musicians — and while the date of the originals range across centuries, most of the versions that have touched me were recently recorded. While some are instrumentals, knowing the lyrics to the songs has given me a context to hear the music in new ways. I want to share with you a few of my favorites from this music for troubled times.

Rhiannon Giddens Freedom Highway

“We’re not doing my original songs,” Rhiannon Giddens says in her recent NPR Tiny Desk (Home) Concert, before she and her partner, Francesco Turrisi, launch into an old spiritual, “’cause with these kinds of emotions, the old songs say it best.” The set list for the 20 minute mini-concert, filmed at Turrisi’s home in Ireland in late May, goes back to “the origins” as Giddens says, and includes Black As Crow, Spiritual, and the tune set Carolina Gals / Last Chance. While all are wonderful, the haunting vocals and lyrics of Spiritual (at the 9:16 mark of the video) seems especially meaningful for this time:

“I’m gonna tell God of all my troubles, when I get home / I’m gonna tell God of all my troubles, when I get home / I’m gonna tell God of all my trials, my hardships, my self-denials / I’m gonna tell God of all my troubles, when I get home.

I’m gonna tell God the road was rocky, when I get home / I’m gonna tell God the road was rocky, when I get home / I’m gonna tell God the road was rocky, and my heart it is so heavy / I’m gonna tell God the road was rocky, when I get home.”

The Cranberries 1994 song Zombie is covered in a beautiful piano and cello interpretation by the Brooklyn DuoPianist Marnie Laird and her husband, cellist Patrick Laird, have built quite the following on YouTube with classical interpretations of popular songs. With Zombie — inspired by the IRA bombing in Warrington, Cheshire, England on March 20, 1993, where two children were killed — you have a song that Cranberries singer Dolores O’Riordan wrote as a cry against man’s inhumanity to man. The original video — with its stark depiction of both British soldiers and Irish children — was both effective and controversial. As one commentator wrote, where the original version conveys the anger against the inhumanity, the Brooklyn Duo’s version conveys the sadness in the song.

“Another head hangs lowly / Child is slowly taken / And the violence, caused such silence / Who are we mistaken?

But you see, it’s not me / It’s not my family / In your head, in your head, they are fighting / With their tanks, and their bombs / And their bombs, and their guns

In your head, in your head they are crying / In your head, in your head / Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie / What’s in your head, in your head / Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie, oh”

Aoife and The Jacobsens brings together the beautiful musicianship of Aoife O’Donovan with her husband, the cellist and conductor Eric Jacobsen, and his brother, violinist Colin Jacobsen, for a cover of Bob Dylan‘s Not Dark Yet. As Dylan said in 1997, “I try to live within that line between despondency and hope,” and this poignant song about the end of life certainly falls in that category. The beautiful and complex instrumental support on violin and cello — including the insertion of Franz Schubert’s An Die Musik (“To Music”) — is a great complement to Aoife’s timeless vocal.

And to come full circle, let’s return to Rhiannon Giddens singing a beautiful version of one of my favorite songs — Wayfaring Stranger — accompanied by the haunting sound of her fretless banjo and the mournful accordion played by Phil Cunningham of Silly Wizard fame. This version is from a 2017 BBC Northern Ireland program also called Wayfaring Stranger. With one of the most expressive and powerful voices in music today, Giddens transports us to a deeper spiritual place, no matter our beliefs.

Stay well.

More to come…

DJB

Image by glynn424 from Pixabay.

Observations from…

Rev Gini Gerbasi
The Rev. Gini Gerbasi (from @GiniGerbasi)

It is not surprising that two women and two African American men have been the most effective religious leaders speaking truth to power to Donald Trump over the past few days.

My “Observations from” series usually includes a location. But this one doesn’t because, well, I don’t know where we are at this moment in this country. One of our most amoral presidents in history is walking and driving around the nation’s capitol looking for religious props for photo ops while he orders peaceful protesters tear-gassed and forcibly removed from his sight. Protesters who are, by the way, angry over yet another senseless and grotesque murder of a black man by a white police officer. Oh, and at the same time, his Secretary of State is tweeting about Chinese authoritarianism and meeting with Tiananmen Square survivors. Rightwing religious extremists are saying of the president’s use of the sacred symbols of Christendom, “Well, at least he’s pro-life.” Irony is apparently something that the modern-day Republican party doesn’t understand or at least doesn’t do anymore.

So just a few observations…from wherever.

A force to be reckoned with. The Rev. Gini Gerbasi is a long-time friend who was an associate rector at St. John’s Lafayette Square before moving a couple of years ago to become rector at St. John’s Episcopal Church in Georgetown.* Last evening she wrote a harrowing and moving post on her Facebook page about how she was helping to comfort the peaceful protesters at St. John’s Lafayette Square when she — along with all the other people standing in front of the church — were attacked with tear gas half an hour before the curfew set in and were forced to move a block away so that Trump could walk over from the White House and hold up a Bible in front of the church. Her post ended with her anger clear and her resolve strengthened, when she says she will be “a force to be reckoned with.” I just saw her interview with Jake Tapper on CNN. Gini is a funny, loving, and caring person. She is also a powerful witness. I’m honored to know her and call her my friend.

And our bishops are pretty wonderful as well. Today’s Washington Post story led with the observation that, “The Right Rev. Mariann Budde, the Episcopal bishop of Washington, was seething.” As she had every right to be. Federal officers had just used force to clear away peaceful protesters in front of St. John’s Episcopal Church located at Lafayette Square for Trump’s use of her church as a prop.** And her anger, in statements and interviews, is palpable. Likewise, the Presiding Bishop of the Episcopal Church, Michael Curry, spoke out powerfully about how the president used religious props for his partisan and hateful actions. Then today, Washington Roman Catholic Archbishop Wilton D. Gregory issued his own powerful statement about the president’s planned visit to Saint John Paul II National Shrine:

“I find it baffling and reprehensible that any Catholic facility would allow itself to be so egregiously misused and manipulated in a fashion that violates our religious principles, which call us to defend the rights of all people even those with whom we might disagree. Saint Pope John Paul II was an ardent defender of the rights and dignity of human beings.  His legacy bears vivid witness to that truth. He certainly would not condone the use of tear gas and other deterrents to silence, scatter or intimidate them for a photo opportunity in front of a place of worship and peace.”

She’s had it. Speaking of women speaking truth to power, longtime Washington Post conservative columnist Jennifer Rubin has been fighting a years-long war against Donald Trump’s takeover of the Republican Party. Trump’s actions of the past few days led her to throw down the gauntlet and call out the entire set of enablers and urge that they be treated as pariahs after the administration leaves office (hopefully next January.) Rubin makes the righteous case that, “we should not treat former officials as respected reservoirs of historical or political wisdom. No cushy university perches….Private employers should be wary of hiring people of such low character. Yes, serving in an administration so corrupt, racist, dishonest and anti-democratic should deprive one of the benefits ex-officials of other administrations enjoy.”

Who is this person and what have they done with George Will? Long ago I used to read George Will on a regular basis, until his sanctimonious tone finally drove me away. However, I happened upon his column yesterday, and he had — at the end of this paragraph — one of the best lines about today’s Republican party I’ve read in some time.

“In life’s unforgiving arithmetic, we are the sum of our choices. Congressional Republicans have made theirs for more than 1,200 days. We cannot know all the measures necessary to restore the nation’s domestic health and international standing, but we know the first step: Senate Republicans must be routed, as condign punishment for their Vichyite collaboration, leaving the Republican remnant to wonder: Was it sensible to sacrifice dignity, such as it ever was, and to shed principles, if convictions so easily jettisoned could be dignified as principles, for . . . what? Praying people should pray, and all others should hope: May I never crave anything as much as these people crave membership in the world’s most risible deliberative body.” (my emphasis)

That’s enough for now.

More to come…

DJB

*She was not “transferredNewsweek. Episcopalians don’t transfer their priest. She was “called” to be the rector at St. John’s Georgetown. Get your facts straight.

**In the Episcopal Church, the diocese, headed by a bishop, controls the property of the church and is ultimately responsible for those buildings. St. John’s Lafayette Square — known as the church of presidents — is one of the most historic churches in the city.

UPDATE:  In the second note above, I state (correctly) that the diocese is the owner of the church property and the bishop — as the CEO of the corporation — represents the diocese as the owner. Given our First Amendment rights as Americans (i.e., “Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof”) — the bishop should have access to her church. But, in our new world order, Donald Trump and Bill Barr extended the barriers up to one-quarter of a mile out from the People’s House (otherwise known as the White House) and did not allow Bishop Mariann to have access to her own church building on Wednesday, June 3rd. While that blocked access was removed by Thursday, James Madison is rolling over in his grave as we speak. Also, when protesters pushed back on the bishop and the church as taking the focus away from the demonstrations around racial inequality and policy brutality, she sat down in the street to have an extended conversation with the protesters. Writing on the Episcopal Diocese of Washington’s website, Bishop Mariann said,

“One of our churches has been a focus of attention this week, but you have been clear that our focus is on the issues that have caused so many to engage in peaceful protest. As the Rev. Dr. Gayle Fisher Stuart said so well, ‘I hope the outrage over the continuing abuse and destruction of black lives is as great as the outrage over the president holding a bible in front of a church.”’To that I say, amen. Let’s keep our focus where it belongs.”

When leadership fails

There’s no escaping the sense that too many things are moving backwards in America across too many fronts. Democracy is under attack. Those who benefit from discord are dividing us over matters, such as the public heath response to a pandemic, that should bring us together. Inequality continues to grow as the wealthiest take advantage of the global health crisis and the serious economic downturn to further enrich themselves. And another senseless death of a black man and the subsequent unrest it produces points to the setbacks that are too often part of our history in the long struggle for racial equality and justice.

Leadership has clearly failed. But we have to hold ourselves accountable for giving in to fear, hatred, and greed in choosing those leaders and in permitting them to divide the country. The famously acerbic newspaperman and political commentator H.L. Mencken wrote of the presidency in 1920, “As democracy is perfected, the office represents, more and more closely, the inner soul of the people. We move toward a lofty ideal. On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their heart’s desire at last, and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron.”

The inner soul of the people in 2020 is troubled.

This is not the first time Americans have faced life-threatening crises while in the midst of a leadership vacuum. We’ve seen this sad story far too often in our past. Two of our worst presidents — James Buchanan and Herbert Hoover — lacked a strong, empathetic core and were paralyzed by events taking place around them. Yet history has also shown the positive impact effective leadership brings during times of upheaval. Resilience, reliance on a moral compass, and boldness are certainly important traits to successfully navigate rough waters.

Steven Levingston, the author of Kennedy and King: The President, the Pastor, and the Battle over Civil Rights, suggests that when facing violent unrest, presidents also need to be compassionate, flexible and well-informed. In a different era, President John F. Kennedy spoke to the nation following riots in Birmingham. He took to the airwaves to call on his fellow Americans to stop and examine their conscience, saying “The rights of every man are diminished when the rights of one man are threatened.” Effective presidents understand their place in history and their responsibilities to the larger community.

Facing a global pandemic, economic calamity, and brazen acts of racist violence, we find ourselves far from having the leadership the moment requires.

The U.S. used to be a global leader. We were the country that got things done. We were far from perfect, but the world’s leaders and the world’s poor looked to the U.S. at different times for guidance and support. That status — whether fully deserved or not — has ended under Donald Trump. Our bonds with allies are broken and our word is considered worthless. We pull out of the Paris Climate Accord and the World Health Organization at a time when the twin crises of climate change and worldwide pandemic demand a global response. Because of a botched response to COVID-19 by this administration, 100,000-plus Americans are dead in three short months from the coronavirus. We now lead the world in a statistic where you want to be anything but at the top of the charts. Yet through it all, there has been nary of word of consolation from the person who sits in the office where some of our greatest leaders have shown true, humble empathy for others. Instead, today we get constant lies, wild conspiracy theories, and personal attacks on political enemies.

Donald Trump’s stewardship of this country, supported by the wealthiest Americans and the Republicans who emulate and enable him, is reason enough to call out our failed leadership. However, racists and white supremacists, who feel released from social constraints by this administration, are now escalating an already tragic situation, making it even more dangerous to be black and be anything — birdwatcher, jogger, security guard, EMT personnel, you name it — without the threat of being killed. This past week, that awful fact of life in America exploded.

With the events arising in the past few days out of the Amy Cooper / Christian Cooper white privilege confrontation in Central Park and George Floyd’s murder by police officers in Minneapolis, we’ve seen what happens when the people choose a president utterly devoid of a moral compass and when broader leadership fails in our civic and business life. The impact comes through our news accounts, on our social media, in reflections from our parish priests, from national religious leaders, and in conversations with colleagues, family and friends. On a business site, I read one open letter to CEOs where the writer said,

“…a vast majority of employees of color would say that they work with ‘Amy Cooper.’ Amy Cooper has been our team member. Amy Cooper has been our manager. Amy Cooper has been our customer. And the dishearteningly and dangerous reality is that an Amy Cooper is what leads to a George Floyd who could have been my husband, my father, my son, my brother, my uncle — or better yet, my coworker.”

So many writers and commentators have noted that the pandemic, the economic collapse, and the rising tide of racism affects people of color disproportionately. As a result, one writer noted that she and other people of color, “are exhausted. We can’t breathe. We feel physically and psychologically unsafe both in the world and in the workplace.” To pretend not to see this pain, especially during this past week, “is not only problematic — but it is in itself part of the problem.”

All of us are responsible for where we find ourselves today. So what can we do?

We can begin, as Kennedy called us to do some fifty years ago, by taking the time to seriously examine our conscience. It is past time for white people in America to call ourselves to account, as well as those in position of power, for the racism that is our original sin and continues to wreck this country and its ideals. We need that national reckoning before we can move forward.

Some of the best suggestions I’ve read for how we can respond come from a college president who is an African American woman and a highly regarded scholar of English literature with work reaching into neuroscience and the arts. G. Gabrielle Starr called on her community to tenaciously and peacefully stand up for change. We need to turn to each other and care for our community. We need to listen. Some of us may seek out and test policies that might change the way force is used. Others will intervene in cycles of poverty. Others will be called to use art to motivate us, while others will use “the powerful tools of the law at its most just to bring aid to those who need it.”

In the words of Bishop Michael Curry, we need to move forward with love.

And in November we need to vote as if our lives depend on it. Because — no matter where we live and no matter the color of our skin — they do.

More to come…

DJB

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Saturday Soundtrack: Brooks Williams

Singer and guitarist Brooks Williams hails from Statesboro, Georgia, the town made famous by country-blues legend Blind Willie McTell. Williams’ backstory provides a bit of context as to why this Cambridge, England resident has a love for country blues — evident throughout his three decades of work — that comes so naturally.

“Ranked in the Top 100 Acoustic Guitarists, he’s a mean finger-picker and a stunning slide guitarist. Plus, ‘he has a beautiful voice,’ says Americana UK, ‘that you just melt into.’ Not one easy to pigeon-hole, Brooks’ music is the love-child of country-blues and soulful Americana.”

Williams has been playing live and releasing albums since 1990. To celebrate the 30th anniversary of the release of his first record, Williams recently recorded an album of 12 of his favorite songs from his back catalogue. Called Work My Claim, the recording features musicians John McCusker (Mark Knopfler), Christine Collister (Richard Thompson), and Aaron Catlow (Sheelanagig) in addition to Williams.

We’ll begin our tour with a soulful and bluesy version of You Don’t Know My Mind from Work My Claim. Williams has a fine guitar riff going on his Atkin guitar to underpin the  vocals, and his fingerpicking comes to the forefront and is showcased beginning around the 1:35 mark of the video.

That strong guitar continues with the funky grove of Snake Oil, co-written with Boo Hewerdine. The guitar vibe fits perfectly with this song about what happens when the carnival comes, and then leaves, town (as in “all you got left is snake oil”). Also from Work My Claim is this lovely cover of Dave Alvin’s King of California with fiddler Aaron Catlow.

Williams 2018 album Lucky Star features the New Orleans-influenced No Easy Way Back“I love those old Sun and Stax records,” says Williams in his notes to the official video, “and that’s the vibe I was aiming for in the studio. No isolation booths, no overdubs, no headphones, just musicians playing songs together in a way that used to be pretty common, but isn’t anymore. It makes for exciting music.”

Williams is a talented singer and guitarist who has a devoted following. To end this review with something completely different, check out this 2014 slide version of the traditional tune Sitting on Top of the World, played on an electric cigar box guitar!

Enjoy!

More to come…

DJB

Image: Brooks Williams (photo by Ira Hantz via brookswilliams.com)

Incalculable Loss. Enduring Grief.

Angel of Grief
Angel of Grief by W.W. Story

Yesterday the United States passed a tragic milestone: 100,000 of our fellow citizens have died because of the COVID-19 virus. The true number is certainly much higher.

Sunday’s New York Times featured a front page full of names and simple obituaries of just 1% of those who have died. They spoke of the incalculable loss we have suffered from the impact of the pandemic. Because of a botched response to the coronavirus from the administration that continues to this day, many more people died than would have with competent, credible, and empathetic leadership. The United States is, unfortunately, a world leader in an area where we once relegated so-called third world, developing nations.

We have lost our minds. But more importantly, we have lost all that those lives that are being cut short could have contributed had they not been felled by a disease that was allowed to run rampant in support of a political ideology. We have lost world-class scientific knowledge. Soul enriching music. Literature that touches our heart. Hugs and smiles from grandmothers. Fishing trips with dads. What we have lost is, truly, incalculable.

And the grief is enduring.

Side view of W.W. Story's Angel of Grief

More — of both loss and grief, unfortunately — to come.

DJB

Images of W.W. Story’s Angel of Grief from the Protestant Cemetery in Rome by DJB.

Grant

Hope, redemption, and U.S. Grant

Last evening the History Channel began a three-part mini-series entitled Grant. The series* is based on the Ron Chernow magnificent biography of the same name. I decided to repost my 2018 review of Chernow’s work here to provide readers with some background along with encouragement to watch the mini-series.

I was thinking of the themes of hope and redemption and how much impact they can have on our lives as I’ve been reading Ron Chernow’s new biography of Ulysses S. Grant.  Chernow is one of the few historians who, through deep scholarship and powerful writing, can drive the country toward a full reappraisal of a historical figure’s life and impact.  David McCullough’s works on Truman and John Adams come immediately to mind as examples of this type of national reassessment, but Chernow has also worked his magic in the past with Alexander Hamilton and George Washington. He does so again with this biography of Grant.

The historical stereotype of U.S. Grant — especially if you grew up in the South — is of a failed businessman and drunkard who stumbled into military success in the Civil War by butchering his men in frontal assaults against the much greater military strategist, Robert E. Lee. The South finally had to succumb due to the North’s overwhelming forces and resources.  Then, the story continues, Grant’s two terms as president were deeply mired in scandal, where ruffians stole anything that wasn’t nailed down (figuratively) from the federal government.

In 1,074 pages, Chernow not only destroys these stereotypes, but he paints a picture of a complex individual, both very wise and at the same time incredibly naïve, who played an outsized role in saving the Union during the war and in protecting African Americans and their rights during the years of Reconstruction.  He was an unassuming underdog who, according to one of his generals, “talked less and thought more than any one in the service.”

When President Lincoln made Grant commander over all the Union armies in 1864, this quiet strategic sense came to the forefront in ways not always appreciated.  He was, in fact, the war’s most brilliant tactician and strategist who — in the words of General William Sherman — coordinated armies across an entire continent while Lee was focused on one small state.  The pleasant surprise of the book for me is Chernow’s description of  Grant’s role as president during a difficult expansionist and unregulated period in the nation’s history.  The South was in utter chaos when he assumed the presidency, yet Grant’s focus and convictions broke the power of the Ku Klux Klan through “legislation, military force, and prosecution” and his support for African American equality through the policies of Reconstruction has not been widely recognized.  Most Americans don’t understand this entire period of our history and its lasting impact today, which is one reason we have battles in the 21st century over Confederate memorials.

There is hope in this story, hopefulness that demands things of us, just as it demanded things of Grant as he dared to hope for the future of his country. The personal redemption of Grant from his period of failed businesses and binge drinking is also key to the story.  However, the ongoing redemption of Grant’s reputation remains important to all of us today, as we seek to understand our true history — the full American story — and how we have yet to face the unfinished business of race, emancipation and equality.

Hope is not easy. Redemption is not always around the corner.  As in Grant’s case, it may take over a century.  Yet hope that demands things that despair does not can help bring us — as individuals and as a nation — to a redemption we may not clearly understand but desperately need.

More to come…

DJB

*Available for viewing on the History Channel website

Remembering the uncounted

War Memorial Image by Luxstorm from Pixabay

Today we pause to honor and mourn the military personnel who have given the last full measure of devotion for our country. As we fight a worldwide pandemic on this particular Memorial Day, we would do well to recognize the global identities of those American service men and women we honor.

Let us remember the more than 57,000 Filipino soldiers who died fighting as members of the U.S. Army from 1941-1945. We should add our gratitude for the 23 members of the Army’s 65th Infantry Regiment, a segregated Hispanic unit made up primarily of Puerto Ricans, who were killed in World War II while participating in the battles of Naples-Fogis, Rome-Arno, central Europe and Rhineland. And we should never forget the more than 600 soldiers who died while serving in the 442nd Regimental Combat Team — the most decorated unit for its size in U.S. military history and almost entirely composed of second-generation American soldiers of Japanese ancestry (Nisei) — fighting valiantly in Europe against the Axis powers although many had families confined to internment camps in the United States.

These men and women were U.S. citizens or U.S. nationals. Yet we seldom take the time to recognize their heroism and the sacrifice made for their country. In fact, they are often purposefully forgotten.

Stories of military heroes from the territories of the Philippines, Guam, Puerto Rico, Hawai’i, and Alaska — along with the reasons they are often overlooked — are part of the remarkable 2019 book How to Hide an Empire: A History of the Greater United States by Northwestern University historian Daniel Immerwahr. The “Greater United States” was a term used by some at the turn of the 20th century to describe the states and territories of the U.S. As a lifelong student of history who learned new lessons from virtually every page of this unexpected and enlightening work, I am here to say that How to Hide an Empire should be required reading for all Americans.

Immerwahr is standing on the shoulders of many scholars who have focused on aspects of U.S. imperialism in the past. Yet he brings their work together in a narrative of impressive scope and depth, changing the way one thinks about the U.S. The history we’ve learned growing up is that America is a republic, born out of a desire to overthrow an empire. When someone talks about Americans as imperialistic, it raises our hackles. But as Immerwahr writes, “At various times, the inhabitants of the U.S. Empire have been shot, shelled, starved, interned, dispossessed, tortured and experimented on. What they haven’t been, by and large, is seen.”

That blindness continues today, when barely half of mainland Americans know that Puerto Ricans are fellow citizens. And an important reason is that what we think we know as the United States, coming from what the political scientist Benedict Anderson called the “logo map,” doesn’t begin to capture the full amount of territory the United States has controlled in the past and continues to control today.

Empire Map
The “logo” map of the U.S. mainland at the top, and the map showing the full extent of U.S. territories in 1940 to scale. Both Alaska and Hawaii stretch almost coast to coast across the mainland.

Immerwahr’s more accurate map shows the inhabited parts of the Greater United States at the beginning of World War II at the same scale and with equal-area projections. When you do that, Alaska isn’t shrunken down to fit into a small insert, as we normally see it. Nope, it is the right size — or, to put it simply, it’s huge. The Philippines are also large and the entire Hawaiian chain — not just the eight main islands — “if superimposed on the mainland would stretch almost from Florida to California.” 

Introduced in the opening section of this imminently readable work, the map is used throughout to show how little we know of our country. The “logo” map showed the true extent of American territory for only three years, from 1854-1857. We began acquiring and annexing overseas land in the middle of the 19th century, and in some ways we haven’t stopped. In 1940, one in eight of the people in the United States lived outside the mainland. They were not fully counted in the census of that year, however, which only focused on “the United States proper,” which isn’t a legal term.

And so, Immerwahr writes, “as with the logo map, the country was left with a strategically cropped family photo.”

Readers of the 1940 census were told our largest minority was African American, that our largest cities were nearly all in the East, and that the center of our population was in Indiana.

“Had overseas territories been factored in, as western territories had previously been (my emphasis), census readers would have seen a different picture. They would have seen a country whose largest minority was Asian, whose principal cities included Manila (about the size of Washington, D.C. or San Francisco), and whose center of population was in New Mexico.”

Immerwahr divides the history of the Greater United States into three periods. The first looks at our period of westward expansion and the Indian wars. Most Americans actually know at least some of this history. But by the middle of the 19th century, we’ve begun to move into the second period, as the U.S. starts to annex land overseas, including more than 100 uninhabited islands whose main attraction is bird droppings.

Yes, in a remarkable chapter entitled “Everything You Always Wanted to Know About Guano But Were Afraid to Ask,” Immerwahr demonstrates his considerable skills as a storyteller who brings his readers along with a quick pace and wry observations. It turns out that guano — or the droppings of seagulls and other feathered friends — had a wonderfully restorative effect on U.S. land that was already deteriorating due to over-farming. And while his tales of these remote “shit-spattered rocks and islands” make for some good laughs*, he points out that the legal, strategic, and agricultural legacies of these acquisitions continue to influence our country today. Soon afterwards, the U.S. was acquiring much larger land-masses, including the granddaddy of them all: Alaska. We kick into high gear with the Spanish-American War and our one president who wasn’t afraid to talk about American Empire: Teddy Roosevelt. Around the turn of the 20th century we acquire the Philippines, Guam, Cuba, Hawaii, Samoa, Wake Island, and Puerto Rico.

Immerwahr takes the reader through the arguments made at the time about the question of empire. “In essence, it was an argument about a trilemma. Republicanism, white supremacy, and overseas expansion — the country could have at most two.” The country’s anti-imperialists had generally accepted republicanism and white supremacy, noting the inconsistencies between the concepts of republicanism and empire. Imperialists such as Roosevelt were willing to sacrifice republicanism, “at least as applied to so-called backward races.” The third option — to jettison white supremacy — was never seriously considered by most mainland politicians, but it had strong support in the territories, where the multi-ethnic populations pushed for a pathway to statehood but were blocked by America’s long-held focus on maintaining a country with a racially-based hegemony and hierarchy.

There are fascinating chapters on the impact of World War II on U.S. territories and the implications of that conflict that still reverberate today. We think of Pearl Harbor as the greatest attack ever to occur in America, but Immerwahr points to the combination of American shelling and Japanese slaughter of civilians in the Philippines and rightly notes that this part of the war was “by far the most destructive event ever to take place on U.S. soil.”

The third period of this history looks at the extraordinary act of the United States to win World War II and then give up territory — most famously with the Philippines which gained independence on July 4, 1946. Again, Immerwahr takes us through the reasons why we distanced ourselves from colonial empire (including a riveting chapter — and I’m being serious — about Herbert Hoover and the standardization of screw threads). The U.S. figured out how to achieve “domination without annexation,” and took on what Immerwahr describes as a pointillist empire — small dots all over the globe where technology and man-made substitutes for raw products allowed us to maintain global advantages without having to manage enormous amounts of territory.

To maintain control of our interests, the U.S. has 800+ agreements granting us access to foreign sites for bases and other support facilities. By contrast, Britain and France have 13 such foreign bases between them, Russia has nine, and various other countries have one. But even though they are small points on a map, there were multiple unforeseen problems that arose from having even a pointillist-sized empire.

Here, again, Immerwahr’s storytelling skills shine.

Liverpool England in the 1950s was near one of the largest U.S. bases in the world, Burtonwood, which was the gateway to Europe. The American influence on the area was enormous in all sorts of ways. One we may not immediately identify is entertainment. U.S. soldiers at Burtonwood looked for music that sounded like home (among other pleasures). Four musicians from the city were more than happy to oblige. While the rest of England was stuck in the vaudeville era, Liverpudlians had a special advantage with access to American records — especially from African American artists — and a big financial incentive to master that music. The first song that the Beatles recorded was a Buddy Holly cover. “They cut it in 1958, the same year the antinuclear marchers moved on Aldermaston” (a nearby nuclear facility in England) so that the Beatles and the peace symbol debuted within months of each other and were both side effects of the U.S. basing system.

Immerwahr also tells the story of how two enterprising Japanese men, working in a country on the brink of starvation, used contacts with American soldiers and bases to crib materials and ideas as they started a technology company in the aftermath of World War II.  That company eventually became Sony — the Apple of the 1960s, 70s, and 80s — and in using Japan to launch its military campaigns in Asia, the U.S. sowed the seeds of its own deindustrialization.

“Sony’s story was similar to that of the Beatles. Enterprising young men living cheek by jowl with the U.S. military get their start by imitating what they see around them. They learn guitar licks from Buddy Holly songs or struggle with stiff paper and raccoon-hair brushes to replicate a tape recorder. But give them time, and soon enough you’re listening to Abbey Road on your Walkman.”

Most memorably, Immerwahr reminds us that the September 11th attacks were Osama bin Laden’s retaliation against the U.S. empire of bases…sites that his family’s construction company had built for the Saudi’s and the U.S. over several decades in the holiest land of Islam.

Immerwahr has written a remarkable work with the important thesis that territory matters. It matters not only for those who live there, but it matters for the entire country. World War II began for the U.S. in the territories and, Immerwahr adds, the war on terror “started with a military base.” Politicians up to and including John McCain, Sarah Palin, Barack Obama, and Donald Trump, have all been touched by colonialism.

You simply cannot understand the history of the United States without understanding territory. Because, as Immerwahr ends this highly recommended book, “The history of the United States is the history of empire.”

Remembering on this Memorial Day those U.S. citizens and U.S. nationals from the territories who died — often in obscurity — fighting for this country.

More to come…

DJB

UPDATE: As if to press the point that many in America forget – or want others to forget – the sacrifice made by U.S. citizens living in our territories, the Puerto Rican Veterans Memorial in Boston’s South End was vandalized during a weekend dedicated to honoring service members.

Image by Luxstorm from Pixabay.

*It was no laughing matter if you were involved with Guano mining. Immerwahr suggests that the tunneling, picking, and blasting of guano, along with hauling it to waiting ships, was arguably the single worst job you could have in the nineteenth century. It featured the backbreaking labor and lung damage of coal mining, but “you had to be marooned on a hot, dry, pestilential, and foul-smelling island for months” and you were subject to shrieking seabirds who darkened the skies and unleashed “the occasional fecal rainstorm.”