Tuesday, February 12, 2019

Our Revolution Friends, When I was tempted to disengage from national politics, Our Revolution’s President Nina Turner called me up and said, “you are going to stay engaged.” ...So I did. I started filming my new show Trigger Warning on Netflix, which is about questioning the status quo. Challenging assumptions. Offering an alternative path forward as a people and as a nation.

pka Killer Mike Michael Render<info@ourrevolution.com>

Our Revolution

Friends,
When I was tempted to disengage from national politics, Our Revolution’s President Nina Turner called me up and said, “you are going to stay engaged.”

...So I did.

I started filming my new show Trigger Warning on Netflix, which is about questioning the status quo. Challenging assumptions. Offering an alternative path forward as a people and as a nation.

Our Revolution is throwing out the status quo too. No more “incremental progress” bull****. It’s time for a wholesale political revolution.

Make a $5 donation to Our Revolution so they can register voters, recruit volunteers, and continue throwing out the status quo.

And know this: If Bernie runs, I’ll be running right along with him. Because to put out fire, you need water. The only way to change the person in the White House is to elect a person who is the exact antithesis of him. The answer is not a middle-ground Democrat or neoliberal, the answer is electing someone who is the exact opposite — Senator Bernie Sanders.

Chip in $5 so Our Revolution can grow their grassroots organizing efforts to elect the progressive candidate this country needs.

In solidarity,

Michael Render, pka Killer Mike
Musician, Activist & Businessman

Feb. 21, Thursday at 6:30 pm: #MeToo: The Umbrella of Sexual Violence

Duncan McFarland<mcfarland13@gmail.com>
To  act-ma  
#MeToo: The Umbrella of Sexual Violence

presentation by Sharon Schiffer, Boston Area Rape Crisis Center

Thursday February 21, 6:30 - 8:00 PM

encuentro 5, 9A Hamilton Place, Boston MA 02108

Let's talk about it! The goal of this workshop is to better understand
oppression in society and how to best support survivors of sexual
violence. Presentation by Sharon Schiffer, Boston Area Rape Crisis Center.

Sharon is the Community Awareness and Prevention Services Coordinator at
BARCC. She manages volunteer groups and leads workshops in Bystander
Intervention, Consent, and Responding to Disclosures. She gives several
workshops on anti-oppression and understanding how to be intersectional in
supporting survivors and is a trained rape crisis counselor. Sharon holds
a MS degree from UMass and also speaks extensively about human trafficking
in India based on socioeconomic oppression. She is committed to creating
positive change for the future.

Questions? bostonsocialistunity@gmail.com

*We apologize that the location is not wheelchair accessible.*

A program of the Boston Socialist Unity Project / bostonsocialistunity.org
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Our Revolution Friends, When I was tempted to disengage from national politics, Our Revolution’s President Nina Turner called me up and said, “you are going to stay engaged.”

pka Killer Mike Michael Render<info@ourrevolution.com>

Our Revolution

Friends,
When I was tempted to disengage from national politics, Our Revolution’s President Nina Turner called me up and said, “you are going to stay engaged.”

...So I did.

I started filming my new show Trigger Warning on Netflix, which is about questioning the status quo. Challenging assumptions. Offering an alternative path forward as a people and as a nation.

Our Revolution is throwing out the status quo too. No more “incremental progress” bull****. It’s time for a wholesale political revolution.

Make a $5 donation to Our Revolution so they can register voters, recruit volunteers, and continue throwing out the status quo.

And know this: If Bernie runs, I’ll be running right along with him. Because to put out fire, you need water. The only way to change the person in the White House is to elect a person who is the exact antithesis of him. The answer is not a middle-ground Democrat or neoliberal, the answer is electing someone who is the exact opposite — Senator Bernie Sanders.

Chip in $5 so Our Revolution can grow their grassroots organizing efforts to elect the progressive candidate this country needs.

In solidarity,

Michael Render, pka Killer Mike
Musician, Activist & Businessman

2/23 All Diamonds are Blood Diamonds! national speaking tour in Boston

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ALL DIAMONDS ARE BLOOD DIAMONDS! Africa's Resources in African Hands!
Saturday February 23rd, 3-5pm
@ First Church in Jamaica Plain
6 Eliot St, Jamaica Plain MA
Wheelchair Accessible
Free

This event is a call to action for white people to return diamonds and
other stolen resources back to African people as a form of reparations.
All Diamonds are Blood Diamonds is a national speaking tour by the Uhuru
Solidarity Movement, under the leadership of the African People’s
Socialist Party.

Long revered as rare, benign gems symbolizing the ideals of beauty and
everlasting love, diamonds are the desired gift for engagements,
anniversaries, graduations, or simply as an expression of love. Diamonds
are thought to be the makings of heirlooms, something to pass down from
generation to generation with ever appreciating value.

These myths about the diamond trade, however, couldn’t be further from
the truth. This is a look into the reality of diamonds and the real
price of this seemingly innocent stone for millions of African people
and others who live on the other end of the equation.

SPEAKERS
Keynote: Yejide Orunmila, President of the African National Women's
Organization of the African People's Socialist Party
Featured: Halley Murray, North Regional Coordinator of the Uhuru
Solidarity Movement; Chair of USM Boston

REGISTER AT: BloodDiamondsBoston.eventbrite.com
<http://BloodDiamondsBoston.eventbrite.com/?fbclid=IwAR2oapCZbRIpMDzCXNOtCn7OajzKhcMdrh9bCWugrEqcFq11-BNWTW1Dywk>

CONTACT INFO:
781-214-8131
usmboston@riseup.net
facebook.com/usmboston <https://facebook.com/usmboston>
uhurusolidarity.org
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Purchase the "All Diamonds are Blood Diamonds" pamphlet ($5) at
planetuhuru.com
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Hosted by the Boston chapter of the Uhuru Solidarity Movement, white
people in solidarity with Black Power. USM is an organization of white
people created by the African People's Socialist Party. We organize in
the white community for reparations to African people.

*** Are you interested in volunteering at this event? Contact us or come
to our open chapter meetings, every Monday nights 6:30-8pm at the
Newsfeed Cafe (Boston Public Library @ Coply Sq.)
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The Coppers Are Always With Us-When City Hall Went Amok And Made The Trains Late-Liam Neeson’s “The Commuter” (2018)-A Short Film Review


The Coppers Are Always With Us-When City Hall Went Amok And Made The Trains Late-Liam Neeson’s “The Commuter” (2018)-A Short Film Review   



DVD Review

By Bart Webber

The Commuter, starring Liam Neeson, 2018    

[The constant reader may have noticed a rather long absence of my name from the lists here at Growing Up Absurd In The 1950s. That same reader also knows, or should know, that I was one of the founder members of the sister publication, American Left History, back in the mid-1970s when it was a hard copy publication created at least in part to “save” the late Pete Markin. Pete a guy who got a lot of us into writing, to appreciate the written word, back in the old neighborhood, the Acre neighborhood in growing up in the 1950s North Adamsville south of Boston. Pete the guy who projected the crazy idea, and other ideas that we though were crazy at the time when all we cared about was girls, cars, girls and how to get into their pants, that a new breeze was coming through the land. A time when we would turn the world upside down and in the process give working class, damn, poor ass guys like us a shot at something. He made good on that promise for a while dragging us in his huge wake getting us out for varying periods of time to the Summer of Love, 1967 out in Frisco and all that happened afterward.

That was just a little dream for Pete though because not so much later the Vietnam dragon lady called him, as it did for me and a bunch of those same poor ass working class guys from the Acre who couldn’t figure out a way to get of the draft. Vietnam turned Pete’s dreams into nightmares and his crazy ideas got the better of him when the high tide ebbed and he finally figured that rather than a newer world we were going to get the same fucking over that our parents and grandparents and before even when most of them came out of starving hungry looking for bread Ireland on the “famine ships.” Pete fell down, fell down hard and despite whatever money you would want to have bet then was the first to go under the good green earth.

Maybe strangely since the mid-1970s the core of the old neighborhood boys, the corner boys we called ourselves, kept themselves intact, didn’t fall down maybe seeing what happened to Pete and have lived to fight another day. Now it looks like I will be joining beloved bastard Pete if what the doctors say is true. I have a few rare and spreading cancers which will do me in eventually. The last year or so I have mainly been in one chemo therapy or another, so I have not really been in the mood or condition to do much. But of late the desire to write, the desire that Pete drilled into our brains to flow with words has been upon me. I will write as long as I can and as hard as I can. Thanks Pete.]   

*******
Somebody once said the cops will always be with us meaning that despite the changes in regimes, hell even changes in forms of government somebody always has to guard the loot, keep those in charge from the clawing hands of the unruly masses. (An old wag from the Acre whose family was filled with overweight coppers would add guard the donut shop coffee and crullers as well.) True or not doing that task may actually lead to learning some useful skills if you are ever conned by some come hither dame into playing “hit man” on a fast-moving Metro heading out of New York City. That the case with one Matt Murphy, retired copper and subsequently retired insurance sales man who needed all that copper muscle memory allowed in the film under review The Commuter starring versatile action actor Liam Neeson (now in some bad odor for racially-charged remarks from many years ago about killing a black man in revenge for a rape of a friend who strangely in this film had a serious knock down drag out fight leading to death of a black man who was a paid hit-man-by vocation not by guile with Liam’s character Matt.)        

In the old neighborhood, an Irish Catholic neighborhood filled with the working poor, the indigent and the riffraff, the bottom-feeders who locate there for the easy if sparse pickings those corner boys mentioned in the bracketed introduction above loathed the cops who made our lives hell and who would harass us, take us down to the station for what they called “general principles.” That despite an overload of coppers in all our families-the routine being among Irish family sons a breakdown something like this- one son a priest, with the vocation my grandmother called it with glee, one a gangster doing time in stir on at least one occasion and one a copper getting fat on those guarded coffee and crullers and whatever other graft they could hustle (among the girls one for the nunnery, one with the vocation distaff side also filling my grandmother with glee). That attitude never changed and while most of us have had a long term “truce” with the coppers except maybe for political offenses that is still true. (I haven’t talked to my older brother Larry in about twenty years once I found out he was the guy on the North Adamsville Police Department who was in charge of keeping young black boys from stopping at Adamsville Beach for “general principles”.)    

Still whatever they learn at the Police Academy and on duty must have some value as it did for Matt when he wound up being the “savior” while commuting busting up a bad guy City Hall cabal in the process. The usual corrupt City Hall operation depends on everybody keeping quiet whether they are in on the deal or not. If not then they have to fall down as was the case here. That is where the coppers, not all the coppers but the bad apples as the police press agent flak-catcher would have it, have to keep the unruly mob at bay-or dead. In this case dead. Except there was a slip-up, or rather two. A girl relative of the guy who had to fall down was present when the coppers tried to see if he could fly and she had grabbed the hard-drive proof that guys up to and including people in the Mayor’s office were skimming every dime they could skim for their “retirement.” Including a bad apple cop who was Matt’s old partner when they were working the Dunkin’ Donut beat. Set Matt up knowing he was cash poor and knowing that he had just been let go from his crumb-bum insurance agency for not selling enough life insurance to keep them happy. Couldn’t close the deal anymore, the kiss of death in selling anything from insurance to vacuum cleaners.      

Where does the commuter part come in? Well that is easy once Matt started making serious dough after leaving the cops he and his lovely two point three child family moved to the leafy suburbs, moved outside the crime-ridden, noisy scary city, moved to Tarrytown and the endless commute to earn that daily bread downtown. That is why Matt was “picked” for the job, picked to be the “hit man” ex-cop who could figure out how to ferret out the witness who saw her cousin fall down and who had the hard drive which would have sent everybody to prison. Did I mention that they sealed the deal with a kiss-the kiss of death to his wife and two pint three kids if he fumbled, if he fell down.

But of course Matt wouldn’t once he had his down payment and the prospect of a hundred grand for light work. Matt had lost his edge though because he made about six mistaken identifications before he got the right person-got the witness from hell. Those off-hand deaths just the price, the overhead to make sure his family was okay. After getting that witness and promising her safety all hell broke loose once the City Hall guys knew where he was. They made him an APB psycho holding some fellow commuters hostage complete with SWAT teams and half the cops in Westchester County. Matt came through though and at least one bad guy, gal actually fell down. The lesson to be learned here though in stay a million miles away from the trains, maybe two million. Ride a bike or take Uber or Lyft. And remember despite this Matt’s actions stay away from the coppers, far away.   

The Coppers Are Always With Us-When City Hall Went Amok And Made The Trains Late-Liam Neeson’s “The Commuter” (2018)-A Short Film Review

The Coppers Are Always With Us-When City Hall Went Amok And Made The Trains Late-Liam Neeson’s “The Commuter” (2018)-A Short Film Review   



DVD Review

By Bart Webber

The Commuter, starring Liam Neeson, 2018    

[The constant reader may have noticed a rather long absence of my name from the lists here at Growing Up Absurd In The 1950s. That same reader also knows, or should know, that I was one of the founder members of the sister publication, American Left History, back in the mid-1970s when it was a hard copy publication created at least in part to “save” the late Pete Markin. Pete a guy who got a lot of us into writing, to appreciate the written word, back in the old neighborhood, the Acre neighborhood in growing up in the 1950s North Adamsville south of Boston. Pete the guy who projected the crazy idea, and other ideas that we though were crazy at the time when all we cared about was girls, cars, girls and how to get into their pants, that a new breeze was coming through the land. A time when we would turn the world upside down and in the process give working class, damn, poor ass guys like us a shot at something. He made good on that promise for a while dragging us in his huge wake getting us out for varying periods of time to the Summer of Love, 1967 out in Frisco and all that happened afterward.

That was just a little dream for Pete though because not so much later the Vietnam dragon lady called him, as it did for me and a bunch of those same poor ass working class guys from the Acre who couldn’t figure out a way to get of the draft. Vietnam turned Pete’s dreams into nightmares and his crazy ideas got the better of him when the high tide ebbed and he finally figured that rather than a newer world we were going to get the same fucking over that our parents and grandparents and before even when most of them came out of starving hungry looking for bread Ireland on the “famine ships.” Pete fell down, fell down hard and despite whatever money you would want to have bet then was the first to go under the good green earth.

Maybe strangely since the mid-1970s the core of the old neighborhood boys, the corner boys we called ourselves, kept themselves intact, didn’t fall down maybe seeing what happened to Pete and have lived to fight another day. Now it looks like I will be joining beloved bastard Pete if what the doctors say is true. I have a few rare and spreading cancers which will do me in eventually. The last year or so I have mainly been in one chemo therapy or another, so I have not really been in the mood or condition to do much. But of late the desire to write, the desire that Pete drilled into our brains to flow with words has been upon me. I will write as long as I can and as hard as I can. Thanks Pete.]   

*******
Somebody once said the cops will always be with us meaning that despite the changes in regimes, hell even changes in forms of government somebody always has to guard the loot, keep those in charge from the clawing hands of the unruly masses. (An old wag from the Acre whose family was filled with overweight coppers would add guard the donut shop coffee and crullers as well.) True or not doing that task may actually lead to learning some useful skills if you are ever conned by some come hither dame into playing “hit man” on a fast-moving Metro heading out of New York City. That the case with one Matt Murphy, retired copper and subsequently retired insurance sales man who needed all that copper muscle memory allowed in the film under review The Commuter starring versatile action actor Liam Neeson (now in some bad odor for racially-charged remarks from many years ago about killing a black man in revenge for a rape of a friend who strangely in this film had a serious knock down drag out fight leading to death of a black man who was a paid hit-man-by vocation not by guile with Liam’s character Matt.)        

In the old neighborhood, an Irish Catholic neighborhood filled with the working poor, the indigent and the riffraff, the bottom-feeders who locate there for the easy if sparse pickings those corner boys mentioned in the bracketed introduction above loathed the cops who made our lives hell and who would harass us, take us down to the station for what they called “general principles.” That despite an overload of coppers in all our families-the routine being among Irish family sons a breakdown something like this- one son a priest, with the vocation my grandmother called it with glee, one a gangster doing time in stir on at least one occasion and one a copper getting fat on those guarded coffee and crullers and whatever other graft they could hustle (among the girls one for the nunnery, one with the vocation distaff side also filling my grandmother with glee). That attitude never changed and while most of us have had a long term “truce” with the coppers except maybe for political offenses that is still true. (I haven’t talked to my older brother Larry in about twenty years once I found out he was the guy on the North Adamsville Police Department who was in charge of keeping young black boys from stopping at Adamsville Beach for “general principles”.)    

Still whatever they learn at the Police Academy and on duty must have some value as it did for Matt when he wound up being the “savior” while commuting busting up a bad guy City Hall cabal in the process. The usual corrupt City Hall operation depends on everybody keeping quiet whether they are in on the deal or not. If not then they have to fall down as was the case here. That is where the coppers, not all the coppers but the bad apples as the police press agent flak-catcher would have it, have to keep the unruly mob at bay-or dead. In this case dead. Except there was a slip-up, or rather two. A girl relative of the guy who had to fall down was present when the coppers tried to see if he could fly and she had grabbed the hard-drive proof that guys up to and including people in the Mayor’s office were skimming every dime they could skim for their “retirement.” Including a bad apple cop who was Matt’s old partner when they were working the Dunkin’ Donut beat. Set Matt up knowing he was cash poor and knowing that he had just been let go from his crumb-bum insurance agency for not selling enough life insurance to keep them happy. Couldn’t close the deal anymore, the kiss of death in selling anything from insurance to vacuum cleaners.      

Where does the commuter part come in? Well that is easy once Matt started making serious dough after leaving the cops he and his lovely two point three child family moved to the leafy suburbs, moved outside the crime-ridden, noisy scary city, moved to Tarrytown and the endless commute to earn that daily bread downtown. That is why Matt was “picked” for the job, picked to be the “hit man” ex-cop who could figure out how to ferret out the witness who saw her cousin fall down and who had the hard drive which would have sent everybody to prison. Did I mention that they sealed the deal with a kiss-the kiss of death to his wife and two pint three kids if he fumbled, if he fell down.

But of course Matt wouldn’t once he had his down payment and the prospect of a hundred grand for light work. Matt had lost his edge though because he made about six mistaken identifications before he got the right person-got the witness from hell. Those off-hand deaths just the price, the overhead to make sure his family was okay. After getting that witness and promising her safety all hell broke loose once the City Hall guys knew where he was. They made him an APB psycho holding some fellow commuters hostage complete with SWAT teams and half the cops in Westchester County. Matt came through though and at least one bad guy, gal actually fell down. The lesson to be learned here though in stay a million miles away from the trains, maybe two million. Ride a bike or take Uber or Lyft. And remember despite this Matt’s actions stay away from the coppers, far away.   

For Kate McGarrigle’s Birthday- *Songs For Aging Children (Oops!, Adults) -The Later Music Of Loudon Wainwright III

Click On Title To Link To YouTube's Film Clip Of Loudon Wainwright III Doing "Homeless".

CD Review

Last Man On Earth, Loudon Wainwright III, Red House Records, 2001


Okay, I have written plenty of prose stuff about the trials and tribulations, political or otherwise, of my generation, the now aging children of the "Generation Of '68. But who will chronicle in song or verse the "not going gently into that good night", as Dylan Thomas would have it, of that generation? Well, I have at least a contender for that position in the songwriting division, Loudon Wainwright III. For those who are unfamiliar with the name Brother Wainwright was something of well known, if secondary, figure on the 1960's folk revival circuit. If that is not enough information then he was once married to Kate McGarrigle, one of the accomplished folk- singing McGarrigle sisters. If that is still not enough then he played, in several episodes at least, the guitar- strumming GI in the television series "MASH". For the younger set, Loudon is Rufus Wainwright's father. There, I think I have touched all the bases.

Why is Brother Wainwright my candidate for the oracle of the swan song of our generation (it appears that he is an almost exact contemporary of mine)? Well, just take a listen to this CD(or read the lyrics)," Last Man On Earth", and you will know. Sure, it is a little light on the need to continue the political struggle that we started in our youth but on the questions of losing parents, reconciling with the lost of parents, reflecting on that fact that some issues between the generations never got resolved (and now never will) and dealing with the inevitable, if sometimes humorous, medical questions, of our own aging process he is right on.

That list of issues further includes the whys and wherefores of a lifetime of frustration about artistic endeavors (or whatever road we traveled), the little question of immortality and the now really big question of how to get through to the next day. It is all there. I want to say that this is a man's CD, and as to subject matter and "feel" it is, but I think Brother Wainwright has captured many a dilemma that we can all, male and female, relate to. Hell, Rufus can sing to the kids, Loudon is ours. That is the "skinny" here from one "last man on earth" to another.

Last Man On Earth Lyrics

In the year 2000
my age was 53
born in the first half
of the last century
I always was post-modern
but that's ancient history
Now I'm the last man on Earth
that's what the matter is with me
I guess I'm old fashioned

Retro to a degree
you could say I'm a throw-back
anachronistically
air conditioning is here to stay
and that makes me unhappy
cause I'm the last man on Earth
that's what the matter is with me
I don't have a portfolio
I gotta pleed guilty
the best things are the worthless now
that's just because they're free
and if your not a millionaire yet
boy, you better be
Now, I'm the last man on Earth
that's what the matter is with me
I should be optimistic
and go buy some bonds and stocks
They'll find a cure for Cancer soon
we may get trigger-locks
existence is no picnic
as statistics all have shown
we learn to live together
and then we die alone
everybody's got a website
but that's all Greek to me
I don't own a computer
I hate that letter "e"
I don't pack a cell phone
or drive an SUV
Yes, I'm the last man on Earth
that's what the matter is with me
I'm the last man standing
save the last dance for me
I've taken the last train to Clarksville
I'm the fifth monkey
nice guys always finish last
no one's nicer than me
Yeah, I'm the last man on Earth
That's what the matter is with me
Kid's used to say their prayers at night
before they went to bed
St. John told us that God is love
Nietzsche said he was dead
this thing we call existence
who knows what it all means?
Time and Life and People
are just glossy magazines
I sat and watched those guys
debate each other on TV
politicians, wrestlers
they're all the same to me
hey, I don't give a damn
which idiot runs this country
Since I'm the last man on Earth
It don't matter to me
In the year 2000
my age was 53
I know that I'm grumpy
middle-aged crazy
but if you are a woman
you might have to sleep with me
Since I'm the last man on Earth
and I can guarantee
I'm the last man on Earth
and there ain't nothing wrong with me


White Winos Lyrics

Mother liked her white wine
She'd have a glass or two
Almost every single night
After her day was through
San se chardonnay chaiblie
Pinot gris jiot
Just to take the edge of
Just to get the glow
You've got to take the edge off
If you wanna get the...
Mother liked her white wines
She'd have a glass or three
We'd sat out on the screen porch
White winos mam and me
We'd talk about her childhood
Recap my career
When we got to my father
That was when I'd switch to beer
We got to the old man
And I'd always switched to
Mother liked her white wine


CHORUS:

I go to the graveyard where we all must go
Among the dead & the buried there just so I will know
What it's like beneath those trees listening to that wind
I go to the graveyard & I'll be back again

I played in the graveyard when I was just a boy
I'd run among the headstones myself I would enjoy
But I was young & hardly knew what would happen then
I played in the graveyard & I'll be back again

I walk through the graveyard I read the headstones
So many dead & buried there, each one all alone
An old man and an infant & a little child of ten
I walk through the graveyard & I'll be back again

My father's in the graveyard, my dear mother too
I viit them with flowers what else can I do
I go to the graveyard to remember them
I'm an orphan in the graveyard & I'll be back again

Happy Birthday Eric Andersen -Out In The 1960s Folk Revival Minute- The Music Of Eric Andersen- A CD Review

Happy Birthday Eric Andersen -Out In The 1960s Folk Revival Minute- The Music Of Eric Andersen- A CD Review

Click on the headline to link ot a YouTube film clip pf Eric Andersen performing one of his songs

Eric Andersen’s Greatest Hits, Eric Andersen, 1971



In the great swirl that was the folk music revival movement of the early 1960’s a number of new voices were heard that created their own folk expression and were not as dependent on the traditional works of collective political struggle or social commentary associated with the likes of Te Weavers, Pete Seeger or Woody Guthrie. Although Eric Andersen was a product of the intense Cambridge folk scene and knew and played with many of the stars of that scene he had a distinctive niche in that he performed mainly his own his music and his subject matter tended toward the very personal. It was only political in the most general sense that he, like the others, was breaking away from Tin Pan Alley to express his sentiments.

That said, this greatest hits compilation is almost exclusively made up of songs that he wrote in the 1960’s- the most productive period of his career. I have seen some of his more recent performances and listened to his later work and nothing compares with the work of this period. Such tunes of personal sorrow and anger as Florentine and Sheila and well as the classic Violets of Dawn and Leaving You come from this period. In short, one has to listen to (and read) the lyrics of this singer/ song writer from this time to get a real feel for his work. But if you want to take a trip back to a time when a serious argument could, and was made, that the personal was political and that folk music was, above all, about expressing the seemingly eternal notions of the complexities of love and loss then this is a part of the archives.

In Honor Of John Brown Late Of Harpers Ferry-1859- On Becoming Abraham Lincoln- THE FIERY TRIAL: Abraham Lincoln and American Slavery- Eric Foner- A Guest Book Review

Markin comment:

For radical democrats, socialists and communists  Abraham Lincoln, the President who led the decisive struggle against slavery, warts and all, is a hero. That warts and all part, concerning his personal racial attitudes has been center stage recently in the academic history journals and related material. Here is the 'skinny' though. Lincoln finished the job John Brown started at Harper's Ferry in 1859. That, my friends, places him among those who looked to the "better angels" of their nature. By the way Eric Foner knows this period and is a main source for this kind of material. Read on.

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THE FIERY TRIAL: Abraham Lincoln and American Slavery

By Eric Foner
Norton, 426 pp., illustrated, $29.95

In one of the most enduring speeches in American history, Abraham Lincoln spoke of a “new birth of freedom’’ and asserted that the United States had been “conceived in liberty’’ and “dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.’’


Today these words from the Gettysburg Address may seem like patriotic boilerplate on parchment. But in 1863 their meaning was new, stunning — and unmistakably clear. Lincoln was saying that the new birth of freedom belonged to enslaved Americans. He was arguing that national policy was set by the Declaration of Independence, which preceded the Constitution by more than a decade. He was contending that equality for all was a traditional American idea, not a new one forged in the 19th century. And he made clear that the Civil War was being fought for freedom.

For decades historians and commentators have plucked quotes from Lincoln’s speeches, informal remarks, and letters for their own purposes, some to show his ambivalence toward slavery, others to display his opposition to slavery, some to underline his skepticism of the natural abilities of blacks, others to highlight his contention that blacks deserved the rights of all.

Now Eric Foner, perhaps the preeminent historian of the Civil War era, has produced a masterwork that examines Lincoln’s passage to Gettysburg and beyond, and his movement as a historical figure to the status of symbol if not secular saint.

“The Gettysburg Address offered a powerful definition of the reborn nation that was left to emerge from the Civil War as a land of both liberty and equality,’’ Foner writes in “The Fiery Trial.’’ “Left unanswered was the question of how fully blacks would share in that promise in a nation where they had never known it, and whether they would finally be recognized as part of ‘the people’ on whom, Lincoln’s concluding words declared, the government rested.’’

Some of this territory — what Lincoln thought, when he thought it, how contradictory it was, how it fit into Lincoln’s world view, and how that world view changed — has been covered before, but never so comprehensively as Foner does, never with the historical sweep that Foner sets out, never with the historiographical finality that Foner will very likely be judged to have achieved.

There have always been many Lincolns. Foner portrays one Lincoln, but one who changed and evolved from a man who reflected the prejudices and assumptions of his time to one who reflected the better angels and new assumptions of an American future that even now has not been fully achieved.

For much of his political life he had an abiding set of views, evident in his eulogy of his hero Henry Clay almost nine years before the Civil War began: the convictions, as Foner deftly summarizes them, that “blacks were entitled to the basic human rights outlined in the Declaration of Independence, [that] slavery should be ended gradually and with the consent of slaveholders, and [that] abolition should be accompanied by colonization.’’

Lincoln remained intrigued by colonization almost to the very end, but by the time the Civil War was underway he understood that the conflict itself would resolve the slave issue.

Many factors contributed to Lincoln’s views about blacks and slaves: His outlook was formed without substantial contact with blacks and certainly without contact with accomplished blacks. One of his wife’s uncles had bought and sold slaves. As a House member, he repeatedly voted for the Wilmot Proviso, which would have prohibited slavery in any territory acquired from Mexico. But Foner argues that Lincoln viewed blacks “as a people who had been violently and unnaturally removed from their homeland, not as part of American society.’’

Plus there were the contradictions that, like the Bible, allow people to find in Lincoln what they want. He could be quoted saying slavery was a “monstrous injustice’’ or a “vast moral evil.’’ Then again he could be quoted saying that “there is a physical difference between the white and black races which I believe will for ever forbid the two races living together on terms of social and political equality.’’ He may have used the N-word but he will be remembered for the E-word (emancipation).

Any examination of Lincoln and race must begin with an examination of ourselves and race — and here Foner offers us a lesson we should apply to the way we examine this president and the purposes of the war he prosecuted. “Efforts to assess Lincoln’s own racial outlook run the danger of exaggerating the importance of race in his thinking,’’ Foner says. “Race is our obsession, not Lincoln’s.’’

Even so, we are left with this question: How to understand all the complexities and contradictions in Lincoln’s views?

Perhaps by considering Lincoln a man of vision and values, but preeminently as a man of politics. Before the war, he was wary of upending the sectional balance. During the war, he was wary of alienating the border states. He practiced politics as the art of the possible — until he bent history by expanding the definition of what was possible.

David M. Shribman, for a decade the Globe’s Washington bureau chief, is executive editor of the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette. He can be reached at dshribman@post-gazette.com.



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