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SocialistWorker.org] How we can organize to welcome the caravan

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How we can organize to welcome the caravan

With the first members of the Central American migrant caravan reaching the border at Tijuana, Danny Katch and Sarah Knopp look at some of the ways people in the U.S. are already showing solidarity — and how a revitalized movement could do even more.
November 15, 2018
DONALD TRUMP may have stopped talking as much about the migrant caravan now that the midterm elections are over, but the human beings he treated as pawns at his racist rallies haven’t disappeared.
In fact, the first thousand asylum seekers — including a group of LGBT migrants — have made their way to the border city of Tijuana.
In an inspiring scene, some members of the caravan went to the border wall and climbed to the top, chanting “Yes we could!”
Their pride is well-earned. On their journey from Central America, they’ve endured countless hardships and won solidarity from Mexican organizations and communities that challenged the Mexican government’s historic repression of Central American migrants.
Welcoming members of the migrant caravan as they reach the border at Tijuana
Welcoming members of the migrant caravan as they reach the border at Tijuana
Now the question is what reception they’ll receive at the U.S. border.

WE ALREADY know one of the answers. Trump is doing everything he can to raise the drawbridge of Fortress America, deploying thousands of active duty soldiers to the southern border and issuing an executive order that aims to bottleneck asylum seekers into a few points of entry without adding resources to process their claims.
And right-wing militias and vigilantes are going to the border as well, raising the risk of deadly violence against refugees and any other dark-skinned people in their path.
But what is the response of this country’s pro-immigrant majority?
Polls show that Americans reject Trump’s cruel policies of family separation and anti-immigrant rhetoric. But Democrats ran away from the issue of immigration during the midterm campaigns.
Liberals in the “Progressive Caucus” used their first press conference since the midterms to announce that they’ll de-prioritize the push to abolish ICE, instead focusing on “issues that [Democrats] ran on across all districts — around health care, around good-paying jobs, around dealing with the culture of corruption.
Clearly, it’s going to be up to activists to organize solidarity with asylum seekers in the coming days and weeks.
Fortunately, now that the midterms are over, some progressive nonprofit organizations are shifting their attention from the elections to supporting the caravan.
Alianza Americas, National Partnership for New Americans (NPNA), the Fair Immigration Reform Movement Action (FIRM Action) and We Are All America are starting a campaign called #RefugeForFamilies to mobilize humanitarian and legal support at the border.
But after a decade in which the immigrant justice movement was both battered by escalating deportations and demobilized by waiting on Democrats to deliver immigration legislation that never came, there’s a lot of rebuilding to be done, both at the border and in our communities.

IN ORDER to ask for asylum, a person has to be on U.S. soil, so migrants crossing the border are following the letter of the law — both the Immigration and Nationality Act, and the UN Convention Against Torture. The Trump administration is blatantly ignoring the law by trying to stop asylum seekers on their way in or requiring them to enter at specified ports of entry.
In the face of this hostility, legal support is critical. Studies have shown that asylum seekers are five times more likely to win their case if they have a lawyer.
Lawyers and legal teams have been visiting the caravanistas in Mexico to give advice about what they can expect at the border, whether their claims for asylum are likely to succeed, and what dangers they might face, such as losing their children.
Other activists are providing services to migrants who end up in detention centers — both during and after their imprisonment. In New Mexico, for example, Santa Fe Dreamers and New Mexico Immigrant Law Center have been getting women released from the transgender pod at CoreCivic’s horrific detention facility at Cibola.
Upon their release, the women need rides, places to stay, food and more, while they are waiting to get plane tickets or bus tickets to go live with their families or sponsors. The Transgender Resource Center has teamed up with the Interfaith Justice Coalition to coordinate meeting this emergency that the government ignores.
As critical as all this work is, it isn’t enough, of course — especially when going up against a legal system that willfully ignores the realities behind the caravan.
The legal basis for asylum is persecution on the basis of race, religion, nationality, political opinion or because of membership in a particular social group.
The concept of a “particular social group” is designed to be narrow, however, so as to keep the majority of people from qualifying for asylum. “Transgender women from Central America” qualifies as a “particular social group,” and on that basis, many people have been winning asylum — provided they have legal representation.
But “women from Guatemala” is not narrow enough to be considered a “particular social group”, and thus many people are being denied asylum — even though if you are a woman in Guatemala, the threat of horrific sexual violence being perpetrated against you is a credible fear.

SOCIALISTS NEED to think in the coming weeks, months and years about how we can help be a bridge between those who want to coordinate services and those who want to participate in protest and direct action.
While coordinating services for asylum seekers might seem “liberal,” it is a main pathway offered to people seeking to make a difference, and so there is already a large group of people networked around this orientation.
It’s also important to make sure that people coming out of unjust detention have active support. Those who have a living memory of solidarity with revolutionaries in Central America also remember well that direct material aid was an important part of organizing solidarity.
But with a few exceptions, protests and direct actions has been largely missing from these networks of people coordinating direct services.
Activists need to think about how to organize for actions against the militarization of the border, especially if tent city prisons are built at Air Force bases in Texas, as the Trump administration is promising.
One potential source of tension is that many lawyers get upset if solidarity activists talk about the economic reasons that people are coming north, because economic hardship is not grounds for asylum.
This is understandable, since the goal of lawyers is to get asylum for absolutely any individual that they can. Yet the reality is that the civil-war levels of violence that people are facing in Central America go hand-in-hand with the economic devastation in the region since the officially recognized civil wars of the 1980s (and in the case of Guatemala, from the 1960s through the 1990s.
Harsh neoliberal policies were violently imposed while the civil wars were still going, and international mining and hydroelectric interests continue to devastate the countryside, particularly where indigenous people live.
Violence is both the precondition and the result of this devastation of life opportunities. These factors together have made their countries unlivable.
When you talk to refugees or hear them interviewed, they often talk about economic devastation as well as violence. So activists in the U.S. need make the case that impoverishment and intense repressive violence go hand in hand — and that everyone should be welcomed here.
But we also have to keep in mind that, for very practical reasons, this is not the orientation of lawyers — and, by extension, those people who are working with them to coordinate services. This is an issue the movement will need to figure out.

ONE HOPEFUL sign is that solidarity mobilizations to the border are being organized by different activist groups, including Cosecha and the New Sanctuary Coalition.
Then there’s the potential for organizing resistance among the soldiers that Trump has deployed to the border. The open letter to active-duty soldiers written by antiwar veterans Rory Fanning and Spencer Rapone has generated buzz among peace activists and groups like Veterans for Peace.
“Many soldiers know they’re on a bullshit mission,” Fanning told Socialist Worker. “They have to be taken away from their family on Thanksgiving. It’s quite ironic that during this holiday which is supposed to be about coming together and sharing — even though the real history is different — these soldiers are on a mission to do the opposite.”
While it’s too early to tell if these efforts will gain traction, the inspiring mobilization of veterans to support the Standing Rock encampment against the Dakota Access Pipeline shows what’s possible.
Not just at the border but all across the country, there’s a need for protests, forums, organizing meetings and speak-outs to begin to assemble the forces that can intervene in a national conversation about the caravans that until now has been dominated by Trump’s fearmongering.
This summer’s nationwide Families Belong Together protests show that many ordinary people want to stand in solidarity with migrants. But at the moment, there are too few opportunities for them to do so beyond donating money to nonprofits.
Some of these groups are doing vital work, but not the kind that can turn the political tide, stop Trump’s attacks and let asylum seekers into this country to pursue their dreams. We have to make that the goal of a revitalized immigrant rights movement after its sights have been systematically lowered by each Democratic Party betrayal.
One step in the right direction took place on November 3 in New York City, where 200 people came out on short notice for a No to Hate: Refugee Caravan Solidarity Rally.
“We decided to have the rally before the midterm elections,” said rally organizer Lea Ramirez of the International Socialist Organization, “to be able to hold Democrats accountable for their silence on the caravan, along with their part in the U.S. imperialism and intervention in Central America particularly Honduras.
The theme of bipartisan complicity was echoed by many speakers at the rally, which was co-sponsored by over 25 organizations. Patricia Okoumou, who protested family separations by climbing the base of the Statue of Liberty on July 4, told the crowd: “We want Americans to understand this is beyond Republican and Democrat or Trump and his administration.”
We’re at the beginning of a long fight, and a lot of organizing knowledge — and organizers — have been lost over the past decade to deportation, detention, demoralization and sometimes co-optation.
But we can take inspiration from the collective bravery of the caravanistas and the outpouring of solidarity they’ve received from Mexican people, which has prevented the Mexican military and militarized police forces from repressing people in the way that their funders in the U.S. would prefer.
Now it’s our turn in the U.S. to answer the call for humanity and solidarity beyond borders.
Khury Petersen-Smith and Lea Ramirez contributed to this article.

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The Trump administration is waging economic war and laying the grounds
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Will Bradley-The Legend-Slayer Rises Like Phoenix From The Ashes To Again Bring A Fake Legend Low-And Then Some-Errol Flynn’s “Captain Blood” (1935)-A Film Review-Of Sorts


Will Bradley-The Legend-Slayer Rises Like Phoenix From The Ashes To Again Bring A Fake Legend Low-And Then Some-Errol Flynn’s “Captain Blood” (1935)-A Film Review-Of Sorts



DVD Review

By Will Bradley     

Captain Blood, starring Errol Flynn, Olivia de Haviland, Basil Rathbone at the start of his career as the master criminal plaguing London during his reign of terror under the cover profession and name of private detective Sherlock Holmes, 1935

I expected once I started on this campaign to defrock various undeserved legends, hell, maybe legends in general and let people deal with sordid reality straight up to get some push-back from various special interest groups who have some reason, usually known only to them, to keep their particular legends alive and well. Certainly today we can add, starting in the White House, those who have a stake in “alternate facts,” formerly known as lies, that increasing mass who believe in angels, fairies (not gays), and the like.

I would have expected plenty of push-back from those myriad Robin Hood devotees who still believe the old wives’ tale about “giving to the poor” while Hood amassed a fortune in land and metals in his time what today would be the envy of any billionaire. Some poor soul tried, unsuccessfully and by himself since nobody joined him, to claim the estate records had been “doctored” by who he did not say but I believe that he is now under sedation and therefore not a threat to those who have come to realize we need no armed robbery bandits from Hood to Pretty Boy Floyd to Pretty James Preston to grab what is rightfully ours. The legend of the so-called great Spanish lover, one Don Juan, real name Jose Romero, having been created in the fevered imagination of some convent-bound young matron which spread like wild fire among the virginal set in the long chain of convents which that benighted, still benighted, country has in excess found no modern champion to dispute the facts. The hard Inquisition facts paid in torture and blood by those who ran afoul of the bastards but who kept very good records of their evil doings. Ditto one Casanova who was merely a figment of the distorted imagination of one Georgios Casanova, a second-rate painter who lost his grip on reality, which set off another set of young ladies, supposedly Enlightenment-bred young ladies, to run the rumor mill night and day. Damn puberty.              

A couple of more up to date legends proved thornier to prove but also were left hanging when no knight in armor came to defend their so-called exploits. Sadly one, a guy named Jose Rios, who claimed to be Zorro, the people’s defender was nothing but the figment of the crazed imaginations of a fistful of starving, ill-treated peasants out California way in the days before the Republic, did have a defender right in this publication. Old-timer Si Lannon got all weepy about his hidden past, or rather his mother’s as a Latina and not an Italian the way she was passed off by his father and family. Si is now writing feverish positive film reviews about the latest round of Marvel/DC comics super-heroes. Enough said.

Of course the hardest debunking, the legend that made me a legend-slayer of the first order was when I tangled with fellow writer here Seth Garth over one Sherlock Holmes, aka Lawrence Livermore. Yes, that Seth Garth who between this publication and American Film Gazette won many awards for his insightful pieces on everything from the Summer of Love in 1967 to his masterful tribute to his fallen hometown friend Pete Markin. On that one though we were tangling through different views of the fraudulent legend not trying to resuscitate some eclipsed reputation. Seth went off the beam with his silly assertions that Holmes and his boyfriend, a guy named Nigel Bruce, obviously an alias were doing their nefarious deeds as agents of some international Homintern. After a mammoth struggle my view, backed-up by Scotland Yard arrests proved that the central truth was that Larry and Nigel were running every sordid scheme from drugs to women to heists in greater London to amass their own fortunes. Even a group of devotees, acolytes, aficionados named implausibly the Baker Street Irregulars after an initial tepid defense collapsed as the indictments of Larry and Nigel came cascading in. Elementary, indeed.

Which brings me to the Johnny Cielo case in which his lingering devotees have raised a major counter-offensive defending that fraud’s so-called reputation as a key player in the development of aviation, of Icarus’ dreams. They have gracelessly conceded that Johnny was not at Kitty Hawk with Orville and Wilbur since he was not born until 1909 but have made some lame argument that he had been there in spirit. They also with a bit more grace conceded that he was not the founder of Trans-World Airline (now long- gone TWA of Howard Hughes fame) and had been something less that the leading “barnstormer” getting the mail through in various perilous countries like Barranca down in treacherous Central America where mountains grow big and the passageways narrow.    

What they have remained adamant about center on two fatal to his legend points. One that Johnny lured drop-dead beautiful Rita Hayworth, my grandfather’s and apparently every other military man’s favorite pin-up during World War II, down to Barranca to share his fate and forgo her budding film career. The other that he died heroically supplying Fidel, Fidel Castro, and his band of brothers, down in Cuba with guns and supplies after crashing in the Caribbean on his last flight. Some things diehard but I have plenty of proof that Johnny never brought Rita down south but rather a hooker, a whore, he met in Key West who looked a lot like her but whose grasp of proper English was wanting. Moreover, this Rita-look alike ran out on him with some cargo pilot once his money ran out. I might add the time frame was all wrong for Johnny’s fraudulent claim since Ms. Hayworth was then being courted by none other the Aga Khan. As for that heroic Fidel business that was easily disposed of since we have the flight manifest. Johnny did go to sleep with the fishes as they say but in the Gulf of Mexico when he stupidly ran out of fuel on his normal Key West to Naples tourist passenger run. I know this will not hold Johnny’s diehard devotees but those are the facts, Jack.

Now finally to the current legend to be slain, that of one Peter Blood, aka, Doctor Blood, Captain Blood, Peter X, Pirate Jenny, Johnny Blade and who knows a half dozen other names. His claim to fame, if you forget that bogus doctoring stuff, where he caused the death of more than one man who actually believed that an itinerant Irishman navvy could cure anything more than ingrown toenail or that he escaped from indentured servitude to lead his fellow prisoners out of servitude and into the high society life of piracy and brigandage, was that he saved Jamaica for one William of Orange, aka William I who along with his wife Mary ruled England after they got rid of King James who was a closet Catholic and general bastard and sent him into French exile.        

The real story? Well this is the hardest one of all since pirates, you heard me, pirates while stocking up with ill-gotten treasure did not leave many records around. (The so-called covenant Blood and his fellow brigands, if that is what they were, agreed to had been a mishmash of unpublishable John Locke writings with maybe a little Thomas Hobbes for good measure hardly worthy of the word covenant).  All we know is that he was a key leader of Monmouth’s rebellion in Coventry, got caught, finked on his fellow conspirators in the hope of getting in King James good graces and obtain a pardon and nevertheless was scheduled to hang since the king was in ill-humor that day. (By the way that Monmouth alliance was paved with pure gold, plenty of it, which we shall see is the nexus for everything this bum Blood did, including with his women.) Somebody got the bright idea to send the lot to Jamaica to sweat and die in the sugar cane fields for the mercenary landowners who plagued that isle. The King was in good-humor that day so off the lot went.     

This is where the Peter X part comes in since we know from the manifest of HMS Anne that he was aboard when the ship docked in Port Royal. He wound up according to the bill of sale being sold to some young female member of one of the leading landowner’s entourage, one Aria Bishop, something like that to serve her in whatever way she wanted, probably in some bed or other. The X part came in because he refused to give his last name and because he could not write so Peter X it was. (That last piece of information should clue us in that he was no doctor even though in those days you did not need to go to Harvard Medical School to practice and that covenant was another one of those so-called democratic examples that have made his fans, hopefully after this expose dwindling clot of fans, made of pure clothe and which those same fans have touted as Blood being a direct precursor of the American revolutionaries in 1776-bullshit)              

After Aria used Mr. X up, moved on to some other felon since she seemed to have a predilection for the type, especially pirates, he started plotting his escape, his exile he called it. This part is true enough and commendable except the price of his freedom was the betrayal of his fellow slaves, let’s call them what they really were, to one Colonel Bishop, Aria’s protector since it was him or them. All the noise about band of brothers was so much hot air with that crowd, it was later when he would foist that democratic stuff when he got to the Tortugas and picked up a mixed crew of ruffians and kill-crazy maniacs. This motley crew, this turn to sweet piracy is when we first hear him referred to as Captain Blood, and not always with honor since he was final court of judgement among that crew he gathered to rape and pillage whatever was not tied down, and even some stuff that was.      

The Captain Blood legend has it that he went to sea many times and grabbed whatever he fancied from whatever flag a ship was flying and that eventually when William with that Mary hanging onto him for dear life kicked King James’ ass out of England he was to become the big cheese in the Caribbean and maybe further afield. Like some wily and wary Dutchman was going to let a fugitive, a slave, a pirate run the colonial operations of the Empire. Jesus some people really are gullible and get what they deserve.  

The real deal is that Peter, let’s call him that rather than that bogus Captain thing he ran around with for a while never ran out to sea, got according to the slim colonial medical records seasick every time (apparently the passage over from England when he got his reprieve was a nightmare for his fellows). He had a guy, a Frenchman met in the Tortugas, named Basil Rathbone, something like that run the sea-borne operations while he sat in the Black Swan Tavern and drank his rum and had his way with whatever women he desired. Some poor Cambridge graduate looking for adventure ran into him down there and bought his whole line of baloney, brought it back to London and that was the start of a now four centuries old lie. Yeah, another legend bites the dust.    

Legendary Marvel Comic Book Illustrator And Super-Hero Creator Stan Lee Passes At 95


Legendary Marvel Comic Book Illustrator And Super-Hero Creator Stan Lee Passes At 95




By Seth Garth

Greg Green has asked me to make comment on the passing of legendary Marvel Comic illustrator and innovative super-hero creator (think Hulk, Captain America, Black Panther) Stan Lee at 95. He said he was in a quandary about asking anybody to do the piece since he had been the one who in 2017 had the writers here, young and old alike, do film reviews of Marvel and DC Comic characters as they hit the screen. This as part of what I think was asserting his authority when he took over the day to day operations of the publication as site manager after a bloody internal battle pitting young against old which resulted in the previous manager being purged and sent into exile. This frankly hare-brained scheme was Greg’s notion of “broadening our horizons,” or some such thing in order to reach a younger demographic. Both young and old writers rebelled against this dictate and more importantly the reader base which is heavily composed of baby-boomers did as well. If Greg, and
I won’t go on and go about his grievous error since we have bloodied the pages on this subject already, has thought to ask any writer, young or old, about what drives the youngsters to the cinema to see these gaggles of super-heroes doing their action a minute stuff against bad guys he would have known that they do not read so-called high brow film reviews in baby-boomer oriented publications. Don’t read at all or not much when the Internet will instantly spoon-feed them whatever they need to know. But enough.            
I don’t know much about Stan Lee except as he became a more known figure in the comic book world it was clear he was a max daddy innovator, a guy who could create super-heroes however misshapen and loaded with super-human powers had some human qualities that an average kid or older aficionado could hang onto. And maybe that is his legacy, the kindness and the thought behind his creations which were reflected more fully I think in the comic books rather than the films with the action a minute scenarios which seemed too implausible to dwell on. If the doing no harm in the real world and providing some easy leisure time reading as I did for me as a kid despite not knowing he created many of the characters s then that says enough. RIP, Stan Lee, RIP.      

Crossing The Color Line-When It Counted-Baseball’s Jackie Robinson Story-Chadwick Boseman’s “42”-(2013)-A Film Review

Crossing The Color Line-When It Counted-Baseball’s Jackie Robinson Story-Chadwick Boseman’s “42”-(2013)-A Film Review



DVD Review

By Laura Perkins

42, starring Chadwick Boseman, Harrison Ford, 2013

Although the number of female sports reporters, including anchors and such, has grown exponentially since my pre-Title X in college days I admit I have never been a sports fan, never really followed, seriously followed in any case, the subject of the film under review, 42, baseball. Except to vicariously root for the New York Yankees whenever they raised their heads come World Serious times since I grew up around Albany in New York (that “World Serious” expression courtesy of Ring Larner via his You Know Me, Al stories via Sam Lowell who was, is a baseball nut). That rooting for the Yankees a not unimportant factor in the lives of both Sam and I since we have been long time companions and Sam growing up in North Adamsville south of Boston a rabid Red Sox fan which has led to many an “armed truce” come rivalry time. (I was experienced in “armed truces” well before meeting Sam many years ago since Albany is a “divided” city, or at least my clan was, is between loyalty to Yankees and Sox).   

Since I am not a baseball fan, as defined by Sam and many others-meaning knowing all kinds of arcane information about every aspect of the game how do I wind up getting this assignment. Well let’s get back to Sam, that well-known long- time companion who as film editor here back a few years before he retired would routinely do the sport films as they came up like the film adaptation of Bernard Malamud’s The Natural starring Robert Redford. Sam and I wound up watching this film not under the baseball hook but under my long-time “crush” on Harrison Ford ever since early Star Wars and my interest in seeing Chadwick Bozeman who plays Number 42, Jackie Robinson in something other than comic book super-hero Black Panther.  

After watching the film, as is our wont, Sam’s old-time expression, we discussed the merits of the film. That is where I made my “fatal” mistake. I told Sam who was awash in the glory of seeing the first black man in major league baseball (not capitalized as now) when major league baseball really was the king of the American pastime day-and later night when the lights came. Robinson helped integrate the sport AND help win the National League pennant for Brooklyn in 1947 AND win Rookie of the Year although the film was not really about baseball. Sure that was the tag line but the real deal was how for blacks since slavery times every step forward was something like a world-historic ordeal, was fought for with blood and guts by a few and then carried on by many. Since Sam had been assigned the film by site manager Greg Green (as he would have been even under recently sacked previous site manager Allan Jackson who was a boyhood friend of Sam’s and fellow baseball nut-Red Sox version) since he told me and Greg that he would have concentrated on the sports angle and somewhat downplayed the racial angle to have me to the review in order to say what I have just said above.

Greg hemmed and hawed for a while since he also is a member in good-standing of the baseball nut fraternity and wanted to highlight the incredible athletic ability and dedication that Jackie Robinson had which he believed added greatly to his ability to withstand the racial taunts and “assorted bullshit” his term, which Robinson had to withstand that first and later seasons from those “crackers,” my term who saw the game as another white preserve. A white preserve just as later, as today for that matter, blacks and others of color have had to break the white preserve on riding buses, voting, housing, employment, education you name it. All things that whites have taken for granted and not given it another thought. I include myself in that category as well.

I will now get off my soapbox since I have said what I wanted to say about my angle on the film and give you as Sam has eternally said “the skinny” on the film some of which I have already telegraphed. Branch Rickey, played by Harrison Ford, old time good old boy talking out of the side of his mouth, owner of the Brooklyn Dodgers, later to be the Los Angeles Dodgers which some of the diehards in Brooklyn have never forgotten or forgiven, for a whole series of reasons personal, professional and business-wise which get a workout in various scenes in the film decided baseball, or at least his team needed to be integrated to be successful and to cater to the fair number of blacks who attended Dodger games. As in the case of Rosa Parks later and others Rickey did not want to get just any black but one that represented the better aspects of the black race. Up steps Jackie Robinson who was playing excellent no money baseball in Negro League dungeons in the South and who would have continued to do so if Rickey hadn’t given him a call. That decision for good or evil would drive the rest of the film except for the off-hand romance interspersed between baseball scenes between Robinson and the woman who would become his wife and mainstay Rachel.            

Obviously, Rickey, and Robinson, knew that what they were facing was a daunting task from confronting those white preserve crowds to fellow baseball players, teammates and opponents, who hated the idea to fellow baseball owners to the Jim Crow conditions which precluded blacks in the South, and in the North too but less publicly blatant from white-only facilities. The centerfold on this was Robinson’s grit on and off the field and Rickey’s drive to do the right thing. All of that gets thoroughly vetted throughout the film. Of course the great plays and the marching toward the pennant get worked in as well. Despite Sam’s thrill a minute at the baseball plays this one is a good close look at American sport in a day when football which has replaced baseball as the American pastime is knee-deep in controversy around black players and their allies “taking a knee” and putting a bright spotlight on the role of the police in the black community. What else is new.       

Happy Birthday Townes Van Zandt- In The Time Of The Time Of An Outlaw Country Music Moment- The Belfast Cowboy Rides Again Van Morrison’s “Van Morrison At The Movies”

Happy Birthday Townes Van Zandt- In The Time Of The Time Of An Outlaw Country Music Moment- The Belfast Cowboy Rides Again Van Morrison’s “Van Morrison At The Movies”




YouTube film clip of Van Morrison performing his classic Into The Mystic.


CD Review

Van Morrison At The Movies , Van Morrison, Exile Records, 2007


The basic comments here have been used, used many times, to review other Van Morrison albums from various points in his long and honorable career.

Apparently just now, although this time rather accidentally, I am on something of an outlaw country moment tear, again. I have mentioned on previously occasions when I have discussed county music, or rather more correctly outlaw country music, that I had a very short, but worthwhile period when I was immersed in this genre in the late 1970s. After tiring somewhat of Willie Nelson, Waylon Jennings and other more well know country outlaws I gravitated toward the music, eerily beautiful and haunting music, of Townes Van Zandt whose Steve Earle tribute album Townes I have recently reviewed in this space. As I noted there, as well, while this outlaw country thing was short-lived and I scrambled back to my first loves, blues, rock and folk music I always had time to listen to Townes and his funny mix of blues, folk rock, rock folk, and just downright outlaw country.

And that brings us to the album under review, Van Morrison At The Movies , and another “outlaw” country music man, the Belfast cowboy Van Morrison. Wait a minute, Van Morrison? Belfast cowboy? Okay, let me take a few steps back. I first heard Van Morrison in his 1960s rock period when I flipped out over his Into The Mystic on his Moondance album. And when I later saw him doing some blues stuff highlighted by his appearance in Martin Scorsese PBS History of Blues series several years ago I also flipped out, and said yes, brother blues. But somewhere along the way he turned again on us and has “reinvented” himself as the “son”, the legitimate son, of Hank Williams. But Van Morrison is no one-trick pony as his long and hard-bitten career proves.

If you do not believe me then just listen to him ante up on his Gloria (although I admit that I did not know that he wrote that one back in the day), a classic rock bluesy number; the thoughtful Brown-Eyed Girl; the pathos of Days Like This ; the John Lee Hooker song Baby Please Don’t Go; and, something out of time,Into The Mystic. The Belfast cowboy, indeed, although I always thought cowboys wore their emotions down deep, not on their blues high white note sleeves.

Friday, November 16, 2018

In The Light Of Hearing About A Recent Book Expose About Old Hollywood-Karina Longworth’s “Sex, Lies, And Stardom: Exploitation In Howard Hughes’ Hollywood”-Confessions Of A Junkie Film Reviewer


In The Light Of Hearing About A Recent Book Expose About Old Hollywood-Karina Longworth’s “Sex, Lies, And Stardom: Exploitation In Howard Hughes’ Hollywood”-Confessions Of A Junkie Film Reviewer

Link to the Terry Gross NPR Fresh Air interview with author Carina Longworth:

https://www.npr.org/2018/11/13/667391184/sex-lies-and-stardom-exploitation-in-howard-hughes-hollywood

By Sam Lowell

The #MeToo movement has opened many cans of worms although the revelations in the Fresh Air NPR interview by Terry Gross with Carina Longworth about her new book Sex, Lies, And Stardom: Exploitation In Howard Hughes’ Hollywood predate those revelations. Nevertheless, and the author states so herself, without  #MeToo this might just be another interesting book about the mores of Hollywood, old Hollywood her specialty and that would be that. The revelations about Hughes’ sexual appetites were well known to me back in the day, well known back then although I could never get close enough to anybody who had any real details to put those ideas into print.    

Partially in those days when I first worked for American Film Gazette as a stringer and then with my own by-line we did not print anything, or everything, fit to print especially without back-up verification. And it wasn’t solely because I, we would have been sued for some kind of defamation by individual actors or the studios, studio bosses where most of the hush-hush got its start or because we had a super fidelity to the truth and nothing but the truth. Far from it. I was more worried in those pre-historic Neanderthal days about being shut-out of the interviewing process by the studios, not invited to galas and special events where I could mix with people who might become sources and that kind of thing. Not good, not good at all.

Here is where reality hit the road. This sex for career advancement, even to just get in the door as the Hughes case points out was widespread, pervasive, on-going well before the revelations of the past few years. It was the way things operated and young women, and men, remember Hollywood was also a hotbed of closet homosexuality top to bottom, accepted that situation as the overhead cost of getting ahead. I will always remember my first vivid example. I was in the room back in the 1970s when Laura Lane, that gap-tooth beauty, was touting her memoirs and made no bones about the fact that she had slept her way to the top. She became sort of persona non grata after that breath of fresh air because that was breaking the rules. Big time.

To finish up this sordid story of my own conduct I knew plenty, people told me plenty and if I had decided that a good expose would have helped out then that would be what was what. I didn’t, didn’t even come close to thinking about such a thought. Jesus what those poor, benighted young women and men must have had to put up with. #MeToo thanks for the spring cleaning-thanks a lot.             

Of The Caffe Lena And Stuff-Rosalie Sorrels’ My Last Go Round




CD Review

By Zack James

My Last Go Round, Rosalie Sorrels and friends, 2002 

My old high school friend, Seth Garth, who went every step of the way with me back in the 1960s into the Cambridge folk and coffeehouse scene since we lived in next town Arlington reminded me recently that we had spread our folk wings further than Cambridge and its rather boisterous scene. We had taken a few trips down to Mecca, to Greenwich Village in New York City and imbibed the full effect there. But the folk minute while it didn’t survive the British invasion and the rise of “acid” rock to grab young ears also had little outposts in places that one would not assume such music would have much play, at least back then. Seth and I had made a trip to Saratoga in those days to see a cousin of his who was going to Skidmore College. One Saturday night he took us to the Caffe Lena in that town, a small, a very small coffeehouse (still there unlike many other more famous venues which went under when the folk tide ebbed), run by a wild old woman, Lena, who single-handedly ran the place, kept the folk minute alive in that region, kept many a budding folkie from Arlo Guthrie to the McGarrigle Sisters from the wolves and from street corners. It was there that we first saw that night Rosalie Sorrels singing up songs of protest and blues, singing some stuff by a guy named Bruce Phillips, later to be called more famously Utah Phillips.    

All of this a roundabout way of introducing the CD under review, My Last Go Round, a live album of her last public performance along with some of her friends at the Saunders Theater at Harvard in 2002 which Seth and I both attended with our wives who in their own ways had imbibed the folk minute in other locales (Ann Arbor and Berkeley). Rosalie had decided to give up the road, to stick closer to home, so had invited his friends from Caffe Lena and other roads to come and perform. Invited those who were still standing and who could make it. Unfortunately the legendary Dave Van Ronk one of the key figures in the budding folk movement in New York in the late 1950s who was supposed to perform had passed away a few weeks before (to be replaced by the still standing now David Bromberg) which placed a damper on the proceedings.            


It was at this performance that Seth and I (along with the our wives) first took stock than those who stood tall in that 1960s folk minute were starting to pass on and that we had better see performances of whoever was left standing as best we could. We additionally, as we sat in the Café Algiers on Brattle Street after the performance for a late night coffee and pastry (some things never change for that was the bill of fare in the old days when we, low on funds, gravitated to the coffeehouses for cheap dates in high school and college), got into an animated conversation about who did, and who did not, still have “it.” Have a spark of that old time ability to draw a crowd to them. David Bromberg did (and does after a fairly recent performance seen at a Boston venue where he blew the crowd away with his music and a very fine back-up band. And yes, very much yes, Rosalie Sorrels, now sadly passed as well, still had it that night at the Saunders Theater. Listen up.