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Put on a sweater like Patti Page: an update

(EDITOR’S NOTE: I thought of this 2014 post when I was sitting at an outside table yesterday, catching up over coffee with a friend. As the weather turns colder, some members of the family may be tempted to turn up the thermostat in our hermetically sealed houses. But in this year of the coronavirus, we have found out once again how much we need fresh air and good ventilation. We find we are often safer outdoors than inside where both fresh air and circulation may be minimal. We can benefit from, as Lloyd Alter calls it, the Dumb House. Unfortunately, Alter’s blog post was updated in 2018 to capture more of the newest technology, but in the process he lost some of the humor of the original, along with the great picture and line about Patti Page. But I still have them! So this post is slightly updated but more relevant than ever.)

I loved the original Treehugger post from 2014 entitled In Praise of the Dumb House.

In that post, Lloyd Alter talked about all the newfangled gadgets to keep your house temperature perfect — and environmentally correct. But he points out the problem with this line of thinking:

As Victor Olgyay noted exactly 50 years ago in his book Design with Climate, comfort is not determined by temperature alone, but by a combination of temperature, humidity and air movement. The Nest thermostat turns an air conditioner or furnace on or off, where you might be just as comfortable opening a window or turning on a fan. That’s what you would do in a dumb home. Instead, the Nest causes you to use energy to do what used to be free.

In his original post he went on to say:

There is also another problem with the smart thermostat: people no longer put on such smart sweater sets like Patti Page used to wear.

Exactly.

…because we are too lazy to put on a sweater or take off a jacket, we have let the thermostat and the mechanical engineer behind it change the way we make buildings.” A smart thermostat might actually increase the energy used, not because it drops the temperature when you are not home, but because it increases it while you are there, when you could in fact get just as comfortable by putting on a smart looking sweater.

This rang so true to me. Every day during the 2013 holiday break, a member of our family who shall go nameless but who had become acclimated to Southern California weather would come downstairs — often wearing pajama bottoms, a t-shirt, and standing  barefoot — to exclaim, “I’m cold. Turn up the heat.” To which I — attired in my natty pullover or warm hoodie “repping” said family member’s college — would reply, “Put on a damn sweater.” Now I know I should have added, “like Patti Page!”

It was at this moment that I realized that I’ve turned into my father. This is exactly the type of thing he would say. For example, when I used to go around our offices at the Watergate and turn off lights in meeting rooms (that would later cut themselves off automatically), some folks would look at me quizzically. I usually responded by saying, “Sorry, but my father worked his entire career for the Tennessee Valley Authority. When we left a light on in a room, he would come in, flip the switch to off, and say ‘I work for the electric company, I don’t own it.’”

Yep, Daddy would definitely be in the “put on a sweater like Patti Page” camp.

More to come…

DJB

Isolated minds. Dead hearts.

Benefactors ennoble us through praise, a comment, recognition, a simple gesture, or a note. They also inspire our minds and touch our hearts.

I was fortunate enough to hear one of my benefactors, The Rev. Dr. Francis Wade, on a weekly basis from 1998 until he retired in 2005. Frank is universally recognized as a great preacher. He speaks and writes with clarity and a thoughtfulness that has touched countless individuals, as I was in 2001 when he observed:

“This past week has shown two of the ways that evil can affect human beings. It isolates the mind and kills the heart.”

I recently revisited The Face of Evil, Frank’s thoughts from the Sunday after the attacks of 9/11. His words were powerful at the time and they have stayed with me ever since.* After building a strong case that evil is a reality in life, Frank made this observation about the isolated mind killing the heart. Reading it again in the context of the divisions of 2020, it struck me like a bolt of lightening.

My thoughts immediately went to the recent news that plans by a domestic terrorist group to kidnap the Governor of Michigan also included televised executions and the burning of the state capitol. Those thoughts jumped to politicians and their enablers who have such a desire to retain power at all cost that they call for the disenfranchisement of millions of our fellow Americans because of disagreements with their politics or the color of their skin. And yes, I thought of the horrific murder of George Floyd, a 46-year-old black man who died in June in Minneapolis after Derek Chauvin, a white police officer, knelt on his neck for almost eight minutes while Floyd was lying face down handcuffed on the street. We have reached the point in our civic lives where we can be easily overwhelmed by evil and hatred.

Theologians are not the only ones who see humans as possessing both an intellect and a soul that work best when they work in tandem. Scientists, ethicists, philosophers, activists, and poets have all reminded us that to live fully is to live with both mind and heart engaged.

What happens, however, if they are separated? When the mind becomes isolated and the heart is left to wither? Frank has some ideas.

“An isolated mind disregards the essential value of others. Isolated minds allow others to become faceless, unique-less, discounted, and expendable. That sort of isolated thinking is the root of all prejudice….When evil kills the heart it takes away love, compassion, understanding, forgiveness, and gentleness.”

“The hatred we let flourish in us is a heart-killer,” Frank notes, and we are as susceptible to it as those whose work we saw on 9/11.

Hatred is seductive. When we get to the point where the hatred in our isolated minds is killing our hearts, we may find it satisfying to hold onto our grudges and pass judgement without thinking of the consequences to ourselves and to others. We undertake actions that may be against our best interest simply to “own” or “trigger” another group. And we may not see it as evil, because in the modern world we have avoided evil’s reality for a long time.

Much of what we are seeing in today’s polarization is designed to isolate the mind and kill the heart. It is evil, feeding on hatred and sowing discord. There are those who work to control our financial systems, branches of government, and mass media who benefit from polarization. And they are a force in our lives, a force that requires résistance.

Think about it. We can only put children in cages, separated from their parents, when our hearts are not involved in the decision. We can only dismiss the pain of under-employed, drug addicted, hate-filled rural residents and put their plight out of our minds if we take our hearts out of the equation. We can only deny the systemic racism that is part of our national DNA and evident for those who care to look if we rationalize our choices while refusing to give our hearts any voice in the matter.

As David Charles Rodrigues, the director of the film Gay Chorus, Deep South has said, in light of the growing hate and intolerance we all need to step back and begin “judging our judgements.” We need to resist the hatred that profits from polarization and do the hard work of reconciliation with those who have hurt us and who we have hurt.

Writing in the context of 9/11, Frank noted that “The Middle East is filled with the rhetoric of dead hearts where people foolishly seek the absence of their neighbors rather than community with them.” I believe we can take Frank’s statement and rewrite it to say, “America in 2020 is filled with the rhetoric of dead hearts….” We are just as susceptible to hatred as anyone else.

I have written before about ways we can get past the haughtiness of certainty and the toxicity of stubbornness that is at the core of the isolated mind. In terms of the intellect, we should heed the words of economist Jeffrey Sachs who has written that, “We are a technology-rich, advertising-fed, knowledge-poor society.” Correcting our information crisis requires both individual and community action. For my part, I have stopped reading progressive sites and writers where attacking our fellow citizens seems to be part of the sport. Those on the right might consider ditching FOX News and the rest of the right-wing infotainment network for similar reasons.

In terms of our hearts, we need to nurture empathy so that we are better equipped to appreciate the challenges others face. It is difficult to remain stubborn when you bring in your heart and are empathetic to the needs of others. According to recent neuroscience, empathy is hardwired into all mammals. Our default — our authentic self — is to have the courage and strength to help others. But as Frank notes, the force that wants to isolate our minds and kill our hearts is very strong. That force is working on us to suppress our authentic selves in the hope that we will only focus on our needs and our grievances.

This week of Thanksgiving is as good a time as any to begin to change. Resist those forces of hatred, discord, and polarization with both your mind and heart.

More to come…

DJB

*The sermon is included in Frank’s 2002 collection entitled Rites of Our Passage.

Image by Gordon Johnson from Pixabay

The Browns, December 2019

Our year in photos – 2020

Is there a better way to start our annual “year in photos” collection than with the screenshot of our Zoom Mother’s Day brunch? In May of this Year of the Quarantine we gathered to celebrate from the four corners of the world — well, actually, London (Andrew); Silver Spring (Candice and David); and Berkeley (Claire, Blair Kittle, and Chai) — using an online tool we didn’t know existed at this time last year. That’s 2020 for you.

Mother’s Day 2020, courtesy of Zoom

As we enter this season of Thanksgiving, I once again return to the roots of this blog as a way of sharing family stories and trips. While the focus of the blog has changed over time, I continue my annual tradition of posting family photographs from the past year on More to Come.

After living through one of the worst years in recent memory, we remember the heartbreak and loss for millions around the globe. But it is also important to use this time to focus on those things for which we can be thankful in 2020. And for me, that begins with family, friends, and community.

We would usually be getting in the car this week to drive to Staunton to spend the weekend of Thanksgiving with our dear friends, Margaret and Oakley Pearson at their “family and friends” celebration. Here’s the view from 2019, showing about two-thirds of those who joined in the feast. We will miss seeing all these lovely people in 2020, but are already anticipating a return next year.

Thanksgiving 2019 at the Pearsons

While in Staunton last November, the three founders of the Table Grace catering service — Mary Rust, Margaret Pearson, and Candice (l to r) — had a mini-reunion at the Shenandoah vineyard owned by Mary’s boys.

Table Grace

After the excitement of the Washington Nationals run to the 2019 World Series championship, I was all set for the 2020 season and a chance to visit some more of the baseball parks on my bucket list. Claire gave me this cool map at Christmas to chart my progress, and I’m now two-thirds of the way through visiting all 30 stadiums. Alas, with the pandemic baseball cut back to a shortened season and eliminated all fans in the parks…so I haven’t made any progress on my quest. I’ve used that old baseball cry, “Wait ’til next year!” as I have surveyed my lost season. (That will have to be the Nats mantra as well, as they didn’t make the playoffs this year…but that’s okay. The season was so weird that it hardly counts — except for Dodger fans.)

Tracking my bucket list

Our 2020 plans called for multiple trips to London and California to visit Andrew and Claire, but it turned out that the visit over Christmas and New Years 2019 was the only time all four of us were in the same town…until next month, when we’ll all be together for the twins’ birthday and Christmas. We were able to celebrate Andrew and Claire’s 27th birthday last December at Pesce in Dupont Circle, where we had some birthday crumble.

Birthday crumble at Pesce, December 2019

Andrew had a busy fall and winter at the Royal College of Music. In November he sang in a production of Haydn’s Il mondo della luna, and then in January he had the role of Adolfo Pirelli in Sweeney Todd. Andrew was all set to sing the role of the clockmaker Torquemada in the college’s production of Ravel’s L’heure espagnole when COVID closed down London the day of the dress rehearsal.

Andrew (r) as Adolfo Pirelli in the Royal College of Music production of Sweeney Todd

In March we were beginning to hear premonitions in the U.S. about a possible shutdown because of coronavirus. That made my 65th birthday celebration at A Rake’s Progress the last time we made it out to eat in a restaurant for quite a while. Unfortunately, this delightful DC eatery was a COVID casualty, so our meal there — where they were already serving at socially distanced tables — was among the last. So many wonderful businesses have fallen during this pandemic, hitting service industry personnel especially hard.

Happy 65th at A Rake’s Progress

And then lockdown came…and my Nationals celebration took on this look.

A Nats fan…even in lockdown

In the early days of the quarantine, all sorts of things were in short supply. Claire scored some highly-sought-after toilet paper, while I made sure my quarantine supply cabinet was well stocked at home!

Claire scores the ever elusive rolls of toilet paper early in the life of the pandemic
The wine store said their business has never been better…I helped build that!

Work became weird in 2020 as well. In a bit of impeccable timing, I launched my new consulting business — Bearden Brown LLC — on March 1st and used the photo below taken by Claire as my professional head shot. The name comes from our family. Bearden is my father’s maternal family name (as well as the middle name for both my father and son), while the Brown…well you can guess where that came from. Even with the bad timing, I have wonderful clients who are giving me the opportunity to work on exciting projects around the globe, made all the more relevant due to the health and racial justice crises.

The founder and principal of Bearden Brown LLC

Claire finished up her first year of counseling in the Oakland school system in May and then began her second year there this fall. Working with children can be difficult when you are in the same room, so having to work last spring and this fall online is taxing. Many of us can relate to Claire’s work situation, as she handles her clients by Zoom…with a little help from Chai.

Chai helps with a Zoom meeting

Candice and I have largely stayed at home since March 13th, and we give thanks every day for our deck, which provides an “outdoor” room that we have used extensively. For Candice’s birthday in late May we picked up take out at Pesce (see a pattern here, it is one of our favorite restaurants) and enjoyed the feast on our deck. I was also a busy grill man over the summer, none better than the Father’s Day feast we savored in June. Once we decided we could take a chance at dining out again, we went directly to Pesce, as well as to a few great Baltimore restaurants to eat with our friends John, Bizzy, and Mary Lane during John’s treatments. Those were meals and times we will always treasure, as we lost John to cancer in September. He was a great influence in all our lives.

Happy birthday, Candice!
On the deck…our “extra room” this summer
The Grill Master on Father’s Day
Finally! A dinner out in late summer at Pesce

All of us have worked to get outside for fresh air and exercise. Candice and I took our bikes out a couple of times, but tried to walk every day. Andrew was a regular traveling the streets of London on foot (even visiting quarantined friends from a distance), and has been out on his bike since moving to Baltimore in September. Claire and her friends Hannah (shown below) and Charlie have hiked many weekends in the beautiful woods and landscapes of the Bay area.

Andrew visits with Karen, his quarantined friend, in London (look up)

When he returned from London at the end of August, Andrew moved to Baltimore, where he lives with his partner Mark in a rowhouse in the hip Hampden neighborhood. We have visited them a few times and are enjoying exploring a range of Baltimore restaurants (or at least those with outdoor seating).

Mark and Andrew in their rowhouse in the Hampden neighborhood of Baltimore

What would a year in photos post be without a shot of the grandkids? Chai (Claire’s cat) gives us a glamour pose. Flour (Mark’s dog who lives with Mark and Andrew) shows off a pensive moment.

I have written so much about the election in other posts, that all I plan to say here is that we did our job, voting in early October to change the direction of the country.

We voted…Bye Don!

Andrew, Mark, and Flour took a road trip to Michigan this fall to see Mark’s family and to give Andrew his first trip to the Upper Peninsula (known locally as the U.P.). All reported that they had a grand visit.

Road trip!

As Halloween rolled around in Silver Spring, the parents in our townhouse community who have small children at home came up with the wonderful idea of a costume parade. All the residents turned out on their decks to cheer and we came up with a variety of ways to get candy into those trick-or-treat bags in the safest way possible. It was a festive event and will probably change how the community celebrates the holiday in the future.

In spite of all the hurt, hate, and loss in America and around the world, I am incredibly thankful for our family and the many ways we are blessed. Connecting with thoughtful friends and readers on More to Come through this challenging year has helped see me through. I appreciate your taking the time to read.

The Browns, December 2019, photo credit: John Thorne

We remain grateful for each of you and the friendships we share. Happy Thanksgiving to all.

More to come…

DJB

Photo at top of the Browns, December 2019, credit Ellen Pentz

Doc Watson’s Deep River Blues

Heading into the week of Thanksgiving, I began considering music for this Saturday Soundtrack focused on thankfulness. Livingston Taylor’s short and lovely Thank You Song came to mind, but then I shifted my gaze and thought about musicians I am thankful to have had in my life. After a short mental inventory, I quickly came to the conclusion that one individual captured my ear in high school, and — fifty years later — remains there today to still give me pleasure.

Because a part of Thanksgiving is paying tribute to those who came before, I present this as my thank you for the life and music of the inimitable Doc Watson.

Doc passed away at age 89 in 2012 just a month after I saw him at his signature MerleFest music festival. That long life was filled with milestones. This blind singer and guitarist from Deep Gap, North Carolina became well known in what he laughingly called the early 1960s ‘folk scare.” Doc saw his career take off again in the early 1970s when he was featured on the landmark Will the Circle Be Unbroken album, leading to another generation — including me — discovering, and loving, his music. In 1988 he founded the Merle Watson Memorial Festival (MerleFest) to honor the legacy of his late son and musical partner Merle Watson. It now attracts more than 80,000 music lovers and musicians to North Carolina, usually in the last weekend in April but moved to September for 2021 due to the coronavirus.

Doc played with a wide range of musicians through the years and won eight Grammy Awards, including a Lifetime Achievement Grammy in 2004. In 1997 President Bill Clinton said, when giving Doc the National Medal of Arts award, that every baby boomer who picked up an acoustic guitar tried, at some point, to emulate Doc’s playing. I certainly did.

And that’s the point of this post. Doc was my first guitar hero, but I wasn’t alone. I’ve written about my serendipitous conversation with guitar great Muriel Anderson where she mentioned that Doc was her first guitar hero. The line leading out from Doc is long and full of everything from prestigious musicians to basement buskers.

Doc made a wide variety of music his own, and he was famous for flatpicking fiddle tunes on the acoustic guitar. However, the Doc Watson tune that so many have worked to learn through the years is his famous fingerstyle version of the old Delmore Brothers song Deep River Blues. The Delmores were a 1930s brother duo from Elkmont, Alabama, and their version of the song was called Big River Blues. Doc took that simple country blues, which he probably heard on the radio as a young boy, and made it his own by using the Travis picking style made famous by country music star Merle Travis.

In one introduction to a live version of the tune, Doc modestly says that he figured out the bass line and then — after about 10 years — he was able to add the melody. You can see and hear the results in this video of an early Doc from the 1960s.

That simple sounding, yet complex pattern has captured the imagination of guitarists now for fifty years.

One of my favorite versions is also one of the most recent. The amazing Tommy Emmanuel recorded this duet of Deep River Blues with Jason Isbell for his 2018 album Accomplice One. As you would expect with Tommy, the guitar playing is outstanding and Isbell’s soulful singing is icing on the cake.

The next two versions are also from two top-flight masters of the guitar. The first, Leo Kottke, is known internationally for his work on the 12-string guitar. While not as famous, Jim Hurst is an accomplished musician who has toured solo, in a duo with Missy Raines, and as the guitarist in the Claire Lynch Band. Both Kottke and Hurst pay tribute to Doc’s influence on their music and careers with heartfelt versions of Deep River Blues. Hurst has some of the more inventive lead lines in this sampling, and I especially enjoy the fact the Hurst is using a Gallagher Guitar, the guitar that Doc made famous and played for years. If you click on the link, you’ll find that I have a 1977 G-50 Gallagher, purchased after I fell in love with Doc’s music.

I featured singer and guitarist Brooks Williams in a May 2020 Saturday Soundtrack. In the video below, Williams — who is from Statesboro, Georgia but now lives in the United Kingdom — gives the proper songwriting credit to The Delmore Brothers, but his energetic version is pure Doc Watson.

Now for something completely different, let’s turn to the Indian (as in India) bluegrass and folk band No Strings Attached. They play a spirited version of Deep River Blues, with a tasty mandolin break and one of the most unique, bluesy vocal stylings I’ve ever heard on this song.

I’ll end this tribute with another tribute, from singer/songwriter Tim O’Brien. In this 13 minute Talking Doc Watson Deep River Blues, O’Brien expands on a blog post he wrote for his website all the while playing Deep River Blues. O’Brien — a wonderful songwriter — packs whimsy and wisdom into this story of stopping by Doc’s house a few months before Doc died. It is another take on Doc’s amazing legacy.

So listen to one or listen to them all. One of my goals for my gap year was to learn to play a decent version of Deep River Blues after messing around with it for almost 50 years. (I can be a slow and stubborn learner.) But that was one gap year goal I met, and I play my own tribute to Doc and Deep River Blues at least 3-4 times each week. If you could be transported to my house, you could hear the following coming up from my busking spot in our music room:

Let it rain, let it pour, let it rain a whole lot more
‘Cause I got them deep river blues
Let the rain drive right on, let the waves sweep along
‘Cause I got them deep river blues

My old gal’s a good old pal, and she looks like a water fowl
When I get them deep river blues
Ain’t no one to cry for me, and the fish all go out on a spree
When I get them deep river blues

Give me back my old boat, I’m gonna sail if she’ll float
‘Cause I got them deep river blues
I’m goin’ back to Muscle Shoals, times are better there I’m told
‘Cause I got them deep river blues…

Let’s all head back to Muscle Shoals, where I hear that times are getting better. Thanks, Doc Watson.

Enjoy, and have a wonderful Thanksgiving.

More to come…

DJB

Image by DJB of Doc Watson at the 2012 — and his last — Merlefest.

Did you have Dolly Parton helping to fund COVID-19 vaccine on your 2020 bingo card?

Helping to affirm her “living saint status” as Rolling Stone describes her, it was announced today that Dolly Parton provided $1 million back in April to help fund research that…

“…through an early-stage trial, ultimately helped the development of Moderna’s recently announced vaccine. ‘My longtime friend Dr. Naji Abumrad, who’s been involved in research at Vanderbilt for many years, informed me that they were making some exciting advancements toward research of the coronavirus for a cure,’ Parton wrote on Instagram at the time.”

What an amazing woman.

I featured Parton in a Saturday Soundtrack last November. As I said then, few people — much less entertainers and celebrities — can bring together blue and red Americans, straight and gay communities, grandmothers and granddaughters, rich and poor.

Dolly Parton bridges those divides, and more.

And now she helps fund research that could lead to a breakthrough with COVID. “When I donated the money to the Covid fund I just wanted it to do good and evidently, it is! Let’s just hope we can find a cure real soon,” Parton tweeted Tuesday.

One writer on a blog I followed noted that Dolly knows everybody. “How cool is it,” he wrote, “that a hillbilly singer/songwriter and entrepreneur is friends with a refugee from Lebanon’s civil war and surgeon that’s affiliated with the American Surgical Association, the Society for University Surgeons, the Association of Academic Surgery, the American Diabetes Association, the Endocrine Society, the Nashville Surgical Society, and the Tennessee Academy of Medicine.”

As Rolling Stone writes, the pandemic hasn’t kept Dolly down.

“Parton, whose philanthropic efforts also include the childhood literacy program Imagination Library, has remained busy with her music and on-screen projects in 2020 despite the pandemic. On October 2nd, she released the holiday album A Holly Dolly Christmas, and on November 22nd she’s slated to appear in the film Dolly Parton’s Christmas on the Square, available on Netflix.”

Mary Elizabeth Warren wrote about Parton in Salon last fall, saying “Her larger-than-life persona makes her a great entertainer. Her intelligence and authenticity make her an icon.”

She just proved it all over once again.

More to come…
DJB

UPDATE: Here’s a story from today’s Washington Post about how Dolly came to meet Dr. Naji Abumrad. It is as wonderful a story as you would expect.

UPDATE #2: Here’s Alyssa Rosenberg’s take on why Dolly Parton is the superhero America needs in 2020. It is a great read and spot-on in its analysis of the power of doing good and doing it consistently.

Have the courage to defy convention

Traditional gender roles were on our mind during a recent family discussion. Too often we lock ourselves into preconceived notions of appropriate roles and attendant responsibilities without giving either one a great deal of thought. Those notions of what path is appropriate may have been shaped by our upbringing, religious beliefs, or career choices. Sometimes we see them as the price of acceptance into a culture or tribe.

This particular discussion focused on how gender roles can affect the way we make decisions. Our adult son, who is gay, noted that many in the LGBTQ community navigate these conversations differently than heterosexual individuals.

As Andrew explained it, “People in LGBTQ relationships don’t even have the roster to conform to the playbook of traditional gender roles, so by default we need to come into the space assessing everything on a more personal basis.” Of course, LGBTQ people grow up in the same world of gender roles as straight people, “but being unable or unwilling to abide by them presents one of the greatest threats to LGBTQ people living in society.” When talking about his relative ease in accepting different gender roles and responsibilities, Andrew said that he grew up watching nontraditional roles being modeled on a daily basis. How, we wondered?

Well, Andrew said, “I tell my friends that I grew up in a home where my father did the ironing and my mother did the finances.”

You could have knocked me over with a feather.

He’s right. Before we were married, my wife and I both lived on our own for several years. While single we learned to handle a range of tasks, and so when we met we already had a sense of our strengths, what tasks we struggled with, and which ones we would gladly pass along to someone else if given the chance. That led to an early intentional discussion about how to divide up the household roles and responsibilities. I was actually pretty good at ironing my shirts and the task provided the added bonus of giving me a guilt-free way to watch sports on television. My wife was a numbers person and over time developed a well-considered philosophy about managing the family’s finances. Within the first six months we had settled into those “non-traditional” roles.

I am still doing the ironing some 38 years later while Candice takes the lead in working with Jordan, our advisor, in deciding how to invest our money. I tell friends — in all honesty — that she is the family CFO.* Andrew and his twin sister Claire both went off to college knowing how to wash, fold, and iron their clothes; cook; balance their checkbooks while keeping a personal financial ledger; and write a thank you note. We did not teach either one many so-called gender-specific tasks, because we did not want them to necessarily think within the confines of that perspective.

I came by this naturally, as both my parents modeled nontraditional roles when I was young. My father made a full breakfast every day for the family before heading out to work. After he retired my mother kept working, eventually becoming the branch manager of a local public library. My father took over grocery and dinner chores. Over the years they split up a variety of roles and responsibilities in nontraditional ways.

Many act surprised to find roles we too often accept as normal — around gender, hierarchy, age, music, and in many other areas of life — are not set in stone. We have the ability to make thoughtful decisions as to which path we want to take at any time in our life. Instead of always following the conventional way of doing things, what if we approached that path based on our strengths?

Business consultant Robert Glazer recently had a useful take on strengths in his Friday Forward post What’s Easy. He explained his past frustration in coming away from situations where he was asked to step in to meet a challenge and quickly helped solve the problem. Why couldn’t the others see what he saw so easily? His perspective on this changed permanently, he writes,

“…after I heard a speaker share a crucial insight on the topic….“What’s easy for you is often hard for someone else.” She explicitly pointed out that we frequently assume, often wrongly, that something that is easy for us should be just as easy for everyone else.”

When we instinctively assume conventional roles or when we believe that tasks that are easy for us will be easy for everyone else, we miss the possibilities that come from approaching these opportunities through a reliance on strengths and experience rather than convention and tradition. Like Glazer, I have taken the Gallup Strengths Finder assessment. Unlike Glazer, who has “Relator” and “Activator” as two of his top five strengths, I have “Discipline” and “Context” as among my top five.** Couples, teams, allies, and partners all bring different strengths to any task or relationship.

In this time of extraordinary political and cultural divisiveness, we need to take the time to talk and listen to others. If we move beyond traditional roles and recognize that people are coming from very different perspectives — with diverse strengths while often harboring deep fears and vulnerabilities — it may assist in working through the long-term conversations and bridge-building that is required to connect in new ways.

This week, step back from what you may assume your assigned role to be and consider a different path forward. Perhaps one based on your strengths.

More to come…
DJB

*We are co-equal CEOs, while if anyone takes on the COO role that would probably be me, but I don’t want to push this analogy too far. And yes, I recognize that many people today don’t iron their clothes at all. I can tell.

**There are a total of 34 talents or strengths in the Gallup Strengths Finder. The assessment is designed to identify your top five strengths and provide the user with ways to apply those strengths along with ideas for action.

Image by Arek Socha from Pixabay

Traditional base, new directions with Solas

To be perfectly frank, this year has seemed like one long, unplanned suspension of time on so many fronts. So it seems reasonable to highlight a band this week in Saturday Soundtrack that has been on an indefinite hiatus since 2017. What’s a little time off among friends, right?

When featuring their version of the spooky tune An Unquiet Grave in my Halloween Soundtrack, I mentioned that Solas was my favorite Irish band. Today I want to go deeper into why this ensemble is so loved by those of us hoping that they find time in the future for another reunion tour, at the least.

Solas — whose name is an Irish word for “sun” — began as a “one-off” project in 1996 by five talented and fairly well-known musicians in the roots music world. This was at a time when Irish music was poised to build upon its traditional base and move into new directions, and no one did it better than Solas. I was fortunate to hear the band live early in their career. The skillful interplay of melody lines supported by unflagging energy was there right from the beginning, as can be seen on this instrumental medley.

While all of the musicians who have come through the band are top-flight, six early members stand out for me. First, guitarist John Doyle from Dublin is the most amazing rhythm guitar player in Irish and roots music today. You see that in the first video above, and you can hear it in all his music with the band, in duets, and solo. I’m going to feature John in an upcoming Soundtrack so you can focus on his guitar playing and songwriting, both of which are exceptional.

Winifred Horan is an American fiddler with Irish roots who began her career in 1990 in the all-female Irish band Cherish the Ladies before helping to form Solas. Born in New York City to Irish parents, she studied piano (taught by her father, a carpenter and musician) and Irish fiddle playing at a young age.  Horan attended and graduated from the New England Conservatory of Music in Boston, Massachusetts, where she studied classical violin. Her percussive style fits perfectly with the band and — along with Doyle’s guitar — propels some of their best-loved songs, such as the Irish-reworking of the Woody Guthrie classic Pastures of Plenty, shown here from the band’s 2006 10-year reunion concert in Philly.

Multi-instrumentalists John Williams and Mick McAuley have both held down the accordion chair in Solas, Williams for the band’s first two albums and then McAuley beginning with the third album The Words That Remain. McAuley plays traditional and original Irish music on accordion, melodeon, whistle and guitars. In 2006, McAuley and Horan released a duo album entitled Serenade, which includes the most beautiful and mystical cover ever of Neil Young’s After the Gold Rush.

Seamus Egan began his musical career as an Irish music teenage prodigy before he co-founded Solas with his other bandmates. A multi-instrumentalist, Egan regularly plays the Irish flute, tenor banjo, guitar, mandolin, tin whistle, and low whistle. As one of the members to stay with the band through its two decade run, Egan has helped take Solas into new territory, with musical guests like the Canadian band The Duhks on the For Love and Laughter album, and as on this version of Lay Your Money Down with the incomparable Rhiannon Giddens.

Original lead vocalist Karen Casey began her musical career as a jazz singer from Dublin before joining Solas for the band’s first four years. This beautiful version of Reasonland gives you the chance to hear Casey as well as other lead singers from the band, including Dierdra Scanlan who begins the tune.

The Reunion: A Decade of Solas CD on Compass Records from 2006 is well worth the download. Recorded and filmed in Philadelphia, it features all current and past members of the group. We’ll end this celebration with the rousing version of Nil Na La from that concert. Have a roll around the blankets and enjoy!

More to come…

DJB

Image: Cover of the For Love and Laughter CD

No job is worth the condemnation of history these enablers will endure

History will eventually find those who have put personal gain and short-term power above service to community and country. It deals harshly with so-called leaders who cower before bullies when strength is required. Time does not take kindly to individuals in power who misuse their position, who push down on those who have suffered, or who fail to use their leadership to help those in their charge move toward a better world.

The arc of history may not bend toward justice on its own, but the stories that make up history eventually find those who work towards justice, and those who don’t.

While I suspect these rankings will change after January 20th, consider the plight of James Buchanan, Andrew Johnson, Franklin Pierce and the other perennial bottom-dwellers on the worst presidents list. Their names and reputations are down in the muck of history. Keeping the examples to U.S. politics, take into account the stature — or lack thereof — of Chief Justice Roger B. Taney of the highly consequential Dred Scott decision that enraged abolitionists and was a stepping stone to the Civil War. Or consider William “Boss” Tweed, who stole at least $1 billion from New York City in today’s dollars, received a 12-year sentence, escaped and fled to Spain where he was arrested and sent back to the U.S., and who died in prison from pneumonia in 1878. There is also the case of infamous Birmingham Police Chief Bull Conner, whose use of police dogs and firehoses on young children and the elderly during a peaceful Civil Rights demonstration has condemned him to eternal ridicule and derision. These savage assaults, in civil rights historian Taylor Branch’s words, “struck like lightning in the American mind.” 

I was thinking of the dustbin of history when considering those Republican office holders supporting Donald Trump’s refusal to concede a race he has clearly lost by a significant margin. In the process, they are enabling his blocking of the peaceful transition of power, a core tenant of America’s political system. President-elect Joe Biden may call it an embarrassment but let’s be frank: this is an attack on democracy, even if I’m not too worried that they could pull off a coup. Any group that mistakes the Four Seasons Hotel for the Four Seasons Total Landscaping Company (with adjacent sex shop and crematorium) doesn’t exactly qualify as the sharpest knives in the drawer. Yet they continue to claim fraud that simply doesn’t exist. Why? As one of my favorite irreverent bloggers puts it, “institutional Republicans seem content to distract the Deposed Dotard with doomed lawsuits and just enough public support to avoid the dreaded Mean Tweet, the mere threat of which reduces allegedly-powerful Republicans to quivering piles of treacherous gelatin.

Who are some of these miscreants who will be harshly judged by future historians? Attorney General William Barr is certainly one, and his tenure is already being caught up short by journalists in the first draft of history. In one example of many, Slate’s Mark Joseph Stern writes,

“In just two years, Attorney General William Barr transformed the Department of Justice into a sleazy, third-rate law firm devoted to shielding Donald Trump and his friends from the consequences of their crimes. A coterie of attorneys with prestigious law degrees and sterling résumés joined Barr’s crusade to place Trump above the law. The attorney general’s tenure played out as a natural experiment: What happens when the embodiment of the right-wing Federalist Society becomes the nation’s chief law enforcement officer? The answer has been a ghastly disaster for the rule of law.”

Conservative columnist Jennifer Rubin also names some names:

“Trump is receiving support from a range of Republican figures, including Sen. Ron Johnson (R-Wis.), who says congratulations to Biden are premature; a flock of members of Congress from Georgia, who baselessly attack their state’s Republican secretary of state and inexplicably claim their own election victories valid while Biden’s is fraudulent; Secretary of State Mike Pompeo, who declares the transition will be to a “second Trump administration”; and Senate Majority Leader Mitch McConnell (R-Ky.), who perpetuates the fiction that the outcome is in dispute. The aim is not to steal an election, but to sow doubt about the legitimacy of our democracy — just as the Russians intend. These Republicans aim to keep their base in a constant state of anger and crazed denial.” (emphasis added)

She adds that “For a party that used to deplore claims of victimhood, conspiring to prevent its leader from further melting down is downright pathetic.” Rubin then calls out…

“The only entity that is discredited — and certainly should not be trusted to control the Senate — is the Republican Party, whose leaders’ conduct is anti-democratic, immoral, dishonest and dangerous….They have lost the moral authority to govern, and no politician who is engaging in this farce (either inside the administration or on the outside) should be entrusted with power or rewarded with a plum job for their ‘service.’” 

Consider how you would react, as another political writer did today, if a dispatch came into the State Department from an overseas diplomat detailing the work of an unpopular president who clearly lost an election even after attempting to suppress the vote, but who refused to concede, then fired his Minister of Defense while the Minister of Justice worked overtime to weaponize the law and the Minister of State was publicly supporting a second, illegal term. If you picked that dispatch up in Foggy Bottom, you would think democracy was fragile in that country.

You would be right.

And history will not be kind to those who are enabling the weakening of our system of government and the casting of doubt on the legitimacy of our democracy.

More to come…

DJB

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We have to own up to our culture if we want to change it

I recently finished Ibram X. Kendi’s How To Be An Antiracist. Usually found right at the top of the list of recommended works to read in order to understand the systemic racism in our country and how best to respond, the book is both powerful and challenging. It is one I wish I could discuss with my father.

I find myself following my late father’s footsteps more and more these days. That rare breed of Southern, evangelical liberal, Tom Brown bucked the typical tendency to become more conservative as he grew older. Instead, he became much more progressive and outspoken, engaging with a wide and diverse group of acquaintances through the years. A voracious reader, he used what he learned to bring disparate views together to make a cogent point. Like Daddy, I find myself becoming more progressive with age, working to read and understand a variety of sometimes new and challenging viewpoints. I relish the journey, mind you, but take what follows with that context in mind.

I’ll return to Kendi’s ideas in due time. But like the three-part sermons of my Baptist youth, I want to begin with thoughts about the recent presidential election. Then I will tie Kendi’s book into some of the reactions resulting from the election. Finally, I’ll end with a story that may help some readers better understand Kendi’s thesis. That’s a lot to ask of one blog post, but here goes.

Part one: people of color saved democracy, so the least white people can do is work to end white supremacy

President-elect Biden has said that even in those moments when his campaign was at its lowest, the African American community stood up for him. He’s right, of course. But I’d like to respectfully suggest that Black Americans in particular, all people of color in general, and a large younger, multicultural generation of citizens, many casting a ballot for the first time, stepped up to save our democracy.

They did so by voting overwhelmingly against the racism, misogyny, incompetence, and voter suppression that defines today’s Trump-led Republicans. That is sad to say about a once-great political party that in its past supported emancipation of the slaves, civil rights for women and minorities, and — under Teddy Roosevelt — even progressive labor laws.

If we want to keep moving in the direction of democracy, it is time for white Americans to fully commit to the hard, antiracist work to repudiate white supremacy and the corresponding minority rule that is a feature of that vile belief system. It is necessary before white supremacy is allowed to return to center stage — perhaps under a more effective leader than Donald Trump — and kill our multicultural future with its foundation of diverse voices who believe in a common good that uplifts all. In other words, before it kills democracy.

Some would see that statement as hyperbole. Others call for policies that go against those supported by the young voters and communities of color who brought Joe Biden to victory. In fact, no sooner was the election called than we heard from some centrists that the Black Lives Matter protests against police brutality and the killing of people of color for an alleged $20 counterfeit bill “were not helpful.” A former Republican governor even pressed the narrative that Biden needs to listen to Republicans, as opposed to the “far-left,” when it comes to policy and getting things done. What both groups are saying, essentially, is to put aside the needs of those who saved democracy and, instead, listen to the whims of the country’s shrinking yet still privileged white population.

Excuse me. The Biden-Harris ticket won the election with 75 million ballots — more than any presidential candidate in history — and their lead of 4 million votes is likely to grow substantially. Former Republican governor John Kasich, who made those remarks, did not deliver Ohio to the Democrats. When considering Kasich’s pull to the political right, we should recall, as columnist E.J. Dionne, Jr. writes, that “Republicans have won the popular vote only once in the last 28 years. The country is changing in ways profoundly challenging to the GOP and the right. They’re the ones who should start worrying about being out of touch.” Republicans, current and former, are good at crafting narratives, but many are just not true. Here’s a counter-narrative that may be difficult for some to swallow, which suggests to me that it may have more than the ring of truth to it.

“Moderate white Democrats need to understand, immediately, that they’re part of a party that is simply not competitive nationally or even in most statewide races without people of color….

The statement above was made by Elie Mystal, justice correspondent for The Nation, who notes that when many whites have a choice between Trumpism and rational, compassionate white candidates, the Trump-like candidate wins. Mystal goes on to say,

The way forward for the Democratic Party is through the vision and leadership of minority communities, most especially the Black women leaders among our ranks. The quicker moderate white Democrats realize that, the more successful the party will be. The quicker they realize Stacey Abrams is the future, the less time they’ll spend getting their lunch money stolen by Mitch McConnell.

If you question that reading of the recent election and the future of our country, consider the challenges if we do not change our systems to support a more open democracy. Some of those challenges are laid out in a long piece in the Financial Times by Edward Luce. In that article he quotes Norman Ornstein of the conservative-leaning American Enterprise Institute, who “points out that within 20 years, 30 percent of the US will elect 70 of its 100 senators.” Another commentator adds, The US Senate is an affirmative-action programme for white, rural, Christian conservatives, who have an increasingly powerful veto over America.Luce returns to ask the question, “Are we, as a country, able to debate whether we can change our furniture? Or has our constitution become a secular religion — too sacralised even to go there?” History should teach us, Luce notes, that nothing lasts for ever.

If we don’t consider what history has to tell us, then the U.S. could follow the historical precedent of the Ottoman empire. Politicians learn to accommodate themselves to a stagnation that saps the once-great strength and energy of a country. Eventually — as Luce, Mystal, and so many other commentators note — that which doesn’t bend, breaks.

Part two: which brings me back to Ibram X. Kendi’s important book.

If we are to defeat white supremacy, we need to understand racism. Kendi has written a work that challenges assumptions and rationalizations we all make to assure ourselves and others that we are “not racist.” What could be wrong with not being a racist? Kendi makes the argument right up front that there is “no neutrality in the racism struggle.” After 2020, I believe we all have to acknowledge that perspective as we consider how best to fight the scourge of white supremacy.

Denial is “the heartbeat of racism,” Kendi writes, and the opposite of racist isn’t “not racist.” It is “antiracist.” In slightly more than 200 pages, Kendi takes a systematic, probing, and personal approach to this question. In the very first chapter he demonstrates his own personal introduction to racism, when he acted out his racist feelings and beliefs as a teenager. In each subsequent chapter he begins with a personal story or reflection which morphs into a larger discussion about some aspect of racism and the antiracist response — ethnicity, color, class, space, gender — and comes back around to his personal story. The book ends with a deeply moving chapter that pulls his stories and the thesis together.

Throughout, Kendi notes that “being an antiracist requires persistent self-awareness, constant self-criticism, and regular self-examination.” That’s the message at the heart of this timely work. We may want to do the right thing here and there, but we become uncomfortable having to commit to persistent and never-ending awareness and examination. Yet, as Rebecca Solnit has written, “Comfort is often a code word for the right to be unaware, the right to have no twinges of one’s conscience, no reminders of suffering, the right to be a ‘we’ whose benefits are not limited by the needs and rights of any of ‘them.’” Comfort allows us to say, “I didn’t come from a slave-owning family” or “that injustice is hundreds of years old, can’t we just move along and work together?”

Part three: why am I responsible for racism?

Perhaps you are white and, believing that you are not a racist, want to push back against the ongoing persistent work that antiracism calls us to do. If so, you may benefit from reading an essay I came across in The Bitter Southerner. Nashville writer Rachel Louise Martin’s Owning Up, with its story about a high school experience and a corresponding lesson from the Biblical Book of Daniel, may seem far-fetched as a way to understand the lifetime of action, discomfort, failure, and trying again required of antiracists. But she feels the lesson she learned is fit for today, and my Baptist, Southern sensibilities understand her perspective.

Martin relates that after an incident at school, her father had her read part of the biblical story where Daniel, a man who pursued godliness even when it meant almost certain death, asks for repentance for himself and his people. (Chapter 9, starting with verse 3 for my evangelical friends.) Why? “We are all part of the world around us,” her father said. Martin writes,

“Daniel was a part of his society, and so am I. I am responsible for the institutions around me, for the systemic racism that governs the United States. I helped create this world through my choices, my preferences, my assumptions, my prejudices. I have been part of this racist structure.”

“My silence makes me part of the problem,” Martin writes. She quotes Isabel Wilkerson: “Evil asks little of the dominant caste other than to sit back and do nothing, All that it needs from bystanders is their silent complicity in the evil committed on their behalf.”

“But Daniel wasn’t only confessing to and repenting from what happened during his lifetime. He took responsibility for what the generations that had come before him had done….Daniel’s example forces me to deal with a truth I find hard to accept: we both have built better lives for ourselves because of our ancestors’ sins, and we’ve both profited from others’ pain.”

Frederick Douglass once said of Black Americans that “While a slave there was a mountain of gold on his breast to keep him down, now that he is free there is a mountain of prejudice to keep him down.” What Ibram X. Kendi, Rachel Louise Martin, and so many more are telling me is that I continue to benefit today from that mountain of gold and the mountain of prejudice. And it is up to me, as it is to each and every one of us, to own up to our culture in order to undertake the life-long antiracist work needed to change it for the better.

More to come…

DJB

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A new day

Today is a new day!

The road a country takes to decency and respect for the rule of law is long. Work toward rebuilding belief in the common good; displaying generosity, given out of our abundance; showing empathy for those who lack all the blessings we’ve received, and putting love for people above love for money and power never ends.

This journey requires courage to face the unknown rather than succumbing to the fear that seeks shelter in the authoritarian lie. It requires fortitude to face reality. It calls for us to imagine a brighter future coupled with the resourcefulness to get there.

It requires hope in the face of a president, supported by too many enablers, who regularly incites terrorism against the citizens in his care. But hope, grounded in the memory that we’ve made progress against those who would favor power and minority rule over democracy in the past, can see us through.

Andrew with the VP
The President-elect and soon-to-be 46th President of the United States (he’s the guy on the right, by the way, in case you mistook my son Andrew as the President-elect)

“I think we’ve learned the arc of history doesn’t bend towards justice on its own; it takes serious elbow grease to wrestle that sucker into place,” wrote one political satirist* who looked back at the last four years with thanks for every bit of work taken to ensure a free and fair election at the moment we needed it most.

Small steps can be important steps, best taken with a seriousness of purpose combined with a joyfulness in living.

Today we took a small but important step. Today is a new day.

More to come…

DJB

*Sucker wasn’t the exact word used in the original, but I changed one letter for this family-friendly blog. You can read the entire post of this wicked yet on-point political commentator here if you don’t mind a little salty language.

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