Frank Van Riper Frank Van Riper

Let Slip the Dogs of war

      With Iran, our terroristic, mad fanatic nemesis for the past four decades, the sudden unilateral act of war by Donald Trump to destroy that country’s nuclear capability, and with that its current ruling regime, means only one thing: 

      The end game must be—and one hopes will be—the toppling of the current Iranian regime and its nuclear-weaponized belief in a radical Muslim hegemony over not just the middle east, but the entire world. 

      Imminent ceasefire or not, there’s no going back. We are all in. …

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Neil Offen Neil Offen

Bombs Away!

      In the immortal words of that great political philosopher, Yogi Berra, it’s déjà vu all over again.

      That is, our generation has seen this kind of preemptive military action before … and before … and before:

·       1962, the Cuban Missile Crisis, when the U.S. preemptively implemented a naval blockade of Cuba to prevent Soviet nuclear missiles from becoming operational. It may have been the closest we have come to full-on nuclear war.

·       1964, the Gulf of Tonkin Resolution, passed by Congress, authorized President Johnson to use military force in Southeast Asia without a formal declaration of war. It was a direct response to alleged attacks on U.S. destroyers by North Vietnamese forces in the Gulf of Tonkin. There is, however, some evidence suggesting the alleged attacks may not have happened and were simply a pretext for getting us more deeply involved in an internal civil war thousands of miles away. …

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Robert Reich Robert Reich

How Will It All End?

      I don’t have to tell you how bad it is. If you’re like me, you approach each day’s news with a knot in your stomach. The question I keep asking myself (and others) is how will this Trumpian daymare end? Where will we be, say, four years from now?

      Let me give you a few scenarios … of the likeliest outcome four years from now.

      1. America will have elected a strong, charismatic progressive. He or she will have ridden to major victory on the backlash against Trump’s disastrous economy and attacks on our democracy. Congress will also be progressive. … our system prevailed and we’re on the road to remedying years of bullying and cruelty, and coming out stronger for it.

      2. Trump will be gone and we’ll have a Democratic president, but the majority will continue to be angry and distrustful of most institutions. . . .

(This is an excerpt from the Substack of Robert Reich, a professor at UC Berkeley and a former secretary of labor.)

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Bruce Dancis Bruce Dancis

We Danced to His Music

      The band did not look or sound like any other contemporary group. Live audiences were often shocked to see that the propulsive music, a mixture of rock and funk which some called “psychedelic soul,” was coming out of a band that featured women on trumpet and keyboards, white musicians on drums and sax, and four distinct singers who often traded vocals during the same song. Unlike other soul music groups, whose members usually wore matching suits, the members of Sly and the Family Stone each wore their own style of loud clothing. 

      Sly’s personal appearance was the most eye-catching, with his large Afro, sometimes covered by big hats, his clothes featuring spangles and sequins, and his jewelry including a gold Star of David around his neck. … 

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M. S. VOROS M. S. VOROS

Fiction: “SENIORS DANCE THE NIGHT AWAY”

This is the first work of fiction we have published on WritingAboutOurGeneration.com. We’re open to publishing more—if they shed light, as we believe this story does, on aging today after younging in an earlier century.

     . . . I hate bullshit.  Always have.  Yet, whether from loneliness or some unrecognized ache, here I was giving in to one of the most specious forms of bullshit.  The bumptious fantasy of some ditzy social director, conceived and printed in huge letters even my beclouded eyescould read—printed in ersatz, cheerful script on canvas tied to chain linkage walling the senior center off from the polluted inky river slinking off to the sea:

Seniors Dance the Night Away!

Every Saturday!

Live Music!

Golden Oldies for Goldens!

Senior Center—7 p.m. till Midnight . . . .

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Neil Offen Neil Offen

The face of fascism

This week, Brad Lander, New York City’s top financial officer and a Democratic candidate for mayor, was roughed up, handcuffed and arrested by what appeared to be federal agents at an immigration court in lower Manhattan.

      Oh, and last week, Melissa Hortman, a Democratic Minnesota state legislator, was assassinated allegedly by a right-wing Christian zealot, and John Hoffman, also a Democratic state legislator in Minnesota, was shot by the same man.

      In case you’ve been wondering, this is indeed what fascism looks like. …

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Neil Offen Neil Offen

fURTHER reading about Our Generation

Here’s some of what we have seen recently that might be of particular interest to our generation. (Apologies for any pay walls.) Send us what you have seen at WritingAboutOurGeneration@gmail.com.

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Jerry Lanson Jerry Lanson

A Community Stands Up Together

      In a victory for constitutional rights, due process and community action, Milford, Mass., teenager Marcelo Gomes da Silva was released from ICE detention after spending five days in captivity, first in Burlington in a bedless cell, the Boston Globe reports.

      During his bail hearing, more than 100 people gathered outside, including dozens of his teammates on the school’s volleyball team. Gomes spoke to reporters after his release and said he had been kept in handcuffs the entire time he was detained, The Globe reported. He is an 18-year-old junior in high school with no criminal record.

      Below describes what happened to Gomes, but centers on the importance of community action in the face of arbitrary ICE arrests across the country and other civil liberties infractions by the Trump Administration. . . .

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Mitchell Stephens Mitchell Stephens

An “Alte Kaker” in Paris

           . . . And knowing that work has its place, but it is a limited place is one more crucial ingredient in Paris’ secret sauce. They mostly don’t rush. They don’t work late. They don’t work weekends. They do not work too much. One little owner-operated café we frequented not only was closed on Saturdays and Sundays; it was closed on Mondays and Tuesdays. That meant Le Monsieur made less money. Yeah.

     You can imagine how hard this is to write for a New Yorker.

     And they take the time to be polite. My wife forget once to preface a request with, “S’il vous plait.” She was sternly rebuked. And you don’t want to neglect your “bonjour”s. . . .

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Neil Offen Neil Offen

A different kind of protest

      So, yeah, many of the people at the No Kings demonstration in the small southern town were older, around our age. Maybe most of them. And most of them were definitely white. So, yeah, pretty much just like all the previous anti-Trump demonstrations.

      But this time, this No Kings demonstration, seemed different. There were lots of young people there as well, more than a sprinkling. There were families. There were teens and people in their twenties.

There were some—not many, but some—people of color. And most of all, in this small southern town, where there were half a dozen similar demonstrations on No Kings Day within a half hour or so drive, the demonstration was huge—more than 1,200 people in a town of fewer than 5,000 residents...

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John R. Killacky John R. Killacky

Out of the shadows into the frame

      Since opening in 2018, Chicago’s Wrightwood 659 museum has presented an eclectic array of exhibitions and programs. It’s newest offering, The First Homosexuals: The Birth of a New Identity, 1869–1939 and curated by Jonathan D. Katz is on view through July 26.

      In 1869 the term “homosexual” was first coined. Katz’s exhibition examines how this new concept impacted societal perceptions and artistic representations in the ensuing decades. It also explores the lives of these artists whose works have been overlooked or “straightwashed” by art critics and curators. I got a preview from the curator in a conversation on Zoom as well as seeing the catalogue. *

      Seven years in the making, the scope of the exhibition is exhilarating: more than 300 works by more than 125 LGBTQ artists from 40 countries on loan from over 100 museums and collections including the Tate, Musée d’Orsay, the Met and Boston’s Museum of Fine Arts . . .

Image by Alice Austen, The Darned Club, 1891, Original glass plate negative, 4 x 5 in, Collection of Historic Richmond Town.

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Bruce Dancis Bruce Dancis

Remembering Brian Wilson

I have to admit that the poppy, preppy and clean-cut persona of the early Beach Boys and their songs about surf and cars didn’t hold much appeal to me; the topical and socially conscious folk singers of the early-to-mid-‘60s, the British Invasion bands and Chicago blues artists were far more affecting and meaningful. (Ironically, Brian Wilson once admitted that he didn’t like to surf—The New York Times’ obit quoted him saying, “I tried it once and got conked on the head.”) 

      But even from the beginning of the Beach Boys’ career, one could hear something almost magical in the melodies and harmonies Brian was creating on songs like “In My Room,” “Please Let Me Wonder” and “Don’t Worry Baby.” …

Brian Wilson’s legacy is vast. In a literal sense, he left behind Wilson Phillips, a popular vocal trio made up of his daughters Carnie and Wendy Wilson (from his first marriage to Marilyn Rovell), along with Chynna Phillips (the daughter of Michelle and John Phillips of the Mamas and the Papas). 

      But he will be best remembered for his bouncy and beautiful 1960s recordings with the Beach Boys, a body of work that stands alongside the most enjoyable rock music ever made in this country. I can’t imagine anyone listening to “Good Vibrations” and not feeling … good.

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Will Bunch Will Bunch

June 14: “No Kings”

      . . . More than 1,000 rallies and events are teed up for June 14 … The idea is to show off the great mass of Americans who oppose Trump and his policies, but not to give him a confrontation that the White House might use to its advantage, and also not to appear that demonstrators have any quarrel with the rank-and-file soldiers who’ll be marching that day.

      Rallies and marches in more than 1,000 cities and towns will get local media coverage from downsized smaller news outlets that can’t send a journalist to D.C. On the other hand, the reality of many news people is that they crave conflict, which might explain why a large day of peaceful protests on April 19 didn’t get as much hoopla as the one two weeks earlier. . . .

This is an excerpt from Will Bunch’s column in the Philadelphia Inquirer. Click here to read the full column.

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Neil Offen Neil Offen

The Signs of My Decline

      The running app on my phone is a record of my decline.

      I’ve had the app for the last decade or so, and every time I press that little button on the bevel of my watch that is synced with the app, it records every run I’ve taken. The app tells me not just the distance and duration of my run but the route I’ve covered, the miles per minute, how many calories expended, what pace, what my mile splits were, how this particular run ranked with all the others and probably a lot of other things, too.

      It not only has a record of every one of my nearly 1,700 runs since 2013, it also compares this week to last week and this month to last month and this year to last year. And so it tells me how much worse I’m getting. . . .

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Silvia Gambardella Silvia Gambardella

50 Years On: A Reunion Reflection

      The last time I walked across Columbia’s campus as a student, it was 1975. The Vietnam War had only recently ended and Watergate was still fresh in the nation’s memory. I felt alive with possibility and curiosity as to where my career might take me. As I returned this spring for my 50th reunion at the Columbia University Graduate School of Journalism, I was struck by how much—and how little—had changed.

      The campus looked nearly the same. Low Library’s stately dome still presided over College Walk, and the familiar granite buildings seemed untouched by time. But the mood was different. For almost the last year, the university had been at the center of national headlines due to protests over the Gaza war. For many alumni, the spotlight evoked memories of the 1968 protests and other moments when Columbia became a flashpoint for political and moral confrontation. . . .

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Mitchell Stephens Mitchell Stephens

“An Intelligence Explosion”

      A few months ago, six highly respected individuals in the tech world, among them Scott Alexander, published a detailed prediction on the future of artificial intelligence. It is entitled, AI 2027.

      Among the most dramatic of their prognostications is the arrival in 2027 of what they refer to as “an intelligence explosion.”

      That is much sooner than expected—cheery news. The scary news in the AI 2027 report, of course, is that all that intelligence will be gained by computers, and we might not be intelligent enough to make sure it helps humans.

The authors of that report end up presenting two different scenarios for the near future: one ends with a kind of utopia, the other with mass death. . . .

(The above image shows Scott Alexander being interviewed about this report on the Dwarkesh Podcast)

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Neil Offen Neil Offen

Remembering the candy store

      Pretzel rods are my madeleines.

     Those small, lemon-scented French sponge cakes triggered involuntary recollections for Marcel Proust. Pretzel rods do it for me. They are, as the French novelist would say, vessels of persistent memory.

      They are also really tasty.

      We hadn’t bought them in a long time, until recently. Too salty, I thought, too much sodium. Not good for the diet.

      But then, in the supermarket a couple of weeks ago, I checked the label on a bag of pretzel rods and discovered that the high sodium content referred to the serving size, and the serving size is three pretzels, and consequently if I only ate one at a time, I’d be ok. . . .

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David Cooper David Cooper

Fixin' to Leave Round Rock

      . . . .This went on for the better part of a year until my last day. I guess with all the pump-business we had to cover I had neglected to tell Rudy about my plans. He rolled up, took a long look at my U-Haul trailer, took off his cap, and asked: 

      “Where you goin', Dave?"

      "North Carolina."

      "Whatcha gonna do up there?"

       "Graduate school. I'm going to get a master's degree in special education." 

       "No shit. I got my doctorate in biochemistry." 

       It turned out that Rudy was DOCTOR Rudy Bohac director of the Forensic Lab at the Austin City Police Department. . . .

The Round Rock, by Larry D. Moore, CC BY 4.0, Wikimedia Commons.

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Neil Offen Neil Offen

We have nothing in common

      I like to get up early. She likes to lie in bed. I like the overhead fan on medium or high. She hates drafts. I like natural grains and somewhat spicy foods. She can’t tolerate natural grains and somewhat spicy foods.

      I want to be early to every appointment. She cuts it close every time. I have a great sense of direction. She has gotten lost two blocks from our home.

      She cannot tell a lie, not even a small fib. I have been known to massage the truth. She was brought up Catholic. I was brought up Jewish. . . .

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