Déjà vu

 In rhe 1930s in Germany immigrants from eastern Europe, mostly Jews, were seen as economic and criminal threats.  They were rounded up and confined to detention camps.  Some brave souls sheltered and hid a few, but in the end millions were murdered.

It surprises me that so many people seem to fail to see the parallel.

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We are witnessing the first stages of a Trump police state

Robert Reich in The Guardian

Green

 We took the dog for a walk at the river this morning.  The riverside forest is bursting with growth, due in part to some unusually heavy rains for this time of year.

There are mulberries ready to eat,  I'm sure I'll find plenty of blooming yerba mansa, and maybe some wolfberries, next time I walk further south along the river.

It seems that a similar pattern of storms have appeared all across the country.  We have experienced only brief and localized flooding, along with one death in a flood control arroyo.

I don't think the current weather pattern indicates any respite from climate change.  It seems more likely that we are just seeing examples of increasing frequency of weather extremes.

Trump is methodically dismantling any efforts to control the production of greenhouse gases and even destroying the key resources for monitoring weather and climate.  There is some pushback even among Republicans to defunding sustainable energy projects, but it seems quite possible that adverse climate change could be irreversible by the time we have put Trump behind us.

A Long Journey to Fajitas

 

The Immigrant Experience

Something to Declare by Julia Alvarez is a series of articles and essays about adapting to a new culture and a new language after fleeing to the U.S.  to escape an imminent threat in the Dominican Republic which was then ruled by a dictatorship led by Rafael Trujillo.  As I wrote here before, I have long been a enthusiastic follower of Alvarez's writing. It has always seemed amazing to me that someone could arrive here as a child with only a rudimentary grasp of English and end up being recognized as one of the greats among contemporary authors writing in English.

American Dirt by Jeanine Cummins is a novel about the flight from horrific violence which has driven so many Mexicans to seek refuge in the United States.  The author spent four years researching and writing the story of how a mother and her young son traverse the length of Mexico overland while under constant threat from cartel gangsters and the often corrupt and equally violent police. Much of the vertiginous journey is on top of railcars of north-bound trains referred to as La Bestia. The final leg is under the guidance of human traffickers through the unforgiving Sonoran Desert which has claimed countless migrant lives.

Dreaming of Home by Cristina Jimenez tells the story of being brought to the U.S. as a child by her parents who were fleeing violence and a chaotic economy in Ecuador.  Jimenez recounts the trauma of growing up in a country in which she felt unwanted and in constant fear of deportation due to a lack of documentation.  Eventually, fellow students and teachers helped her toward the courage to speak out about the fundamental human rights due to her and her generation of young immigrants.  She is Co-Founder and former Executive Director of  United We Dream, the largest immigrant youth-led organization in the country, and she is currently a Distinguished Lecturer with the City College of New York’s Colin Powell School and a co-instructor with Leadership for Democracy and Social Justice. Jimenez was instrumental in United We Dream’s successful campaign for President Obama to sign Deferred Action for Childhood Arrivals (DACA) into law.

Growing Up

 During my first two years at the University of Washington  Dwight Eisenhower was still President.  He had led the defeat of Fascism in Europe, presided over a booming post-war economy during his two terms,  and fired MacArthur before the General could drop an A-bomb on North Korea.  My stepfather, who had served in the Pacific, supported Eisenhower's candidacy, as did my mother, whose first husband had perished in Belgium during the Battle of the Bulge. I recall wearing an "I Like Ike" button, but I really only had a sketchy view of the issues then.

Being a Land Grant College, the UW was required to offer mandatory R.O.T.C. (Reserve Officer Training Corps) courses which were mandatory for the first two years in school for every male student. We learned some elementary military procedures including map reading, and we marched in a gym building once weekly wearing WWII-era uniforms and shouldering M1 rifles.  I was conflicted about the experience.  The uniform was the same my father had worn and I respected his sacrifice. At the same time I disliked having to walk around the campus wearing the uniform and I resented the requirement to submit to the authority of the military drill instructors.

The end of the school year was marked by a brief R.O.T.C. parade and an assembly of the uniformed students in the Quad. As we lined up in for the final speeches, a loudspeaker smuggled into the top floor of one of the nearby buildings began blaring out the lyrics of the Mickey Mouse theme song: M-I-C-K-E-Y...  It was only mildly humiliating as I was faceless in the uniformed crowd.  I vaguely understood and appreciated the anti-authoritarian message.  I remember thinking that the protestors had shown some courage in challenging the event.  I don't recall hearing anything about penalties being exacted against them.

In spite of some innate skepticism about the wielding of political and military power, I bought into much of the country's foreign policies over the next five years. That loyalty eroded as the war effort started by Eisenhower and intensified by Kennedy against the Vietnamese people heated up.  In the end, I joined the marches against the war and I cheered when Lyndon Johnson resigned as the country became ungovernable.

It seemed for a time under Kennedy, and more so under Obama, that there was reason for some optimism that the country was outgrowing racism, misogyny and  xenophobia. That was clearly delusional, so it seems now that we really need MICKEY again. *

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* Jacinda Ardern might do.

Don't forget to celebrate on June 14th !

Sing along

Bugs

 There is a great series running on PBS right now, Bugs That Rule the World.  The first episode I watched featured dragonflies and the Preying Mantis, a species I've always enjoyed meeting up with.  I haven't seen any for a while now, and I think I may know why.

A fellow knocked on my door recently to propose exterminating troublesome insects.  He offered to kill all the ants and spiders inside and outside my house, and pointed up the street indicating other customers in the neighborhood.

While we do have some difficulties with the legion of tiny ants that live in the walls of our old house, I feel like we can deal with that without resorting to massively lethal measures.  Taking care to keep our counters clear of crumbs or other ant attractors minimizes the problem.  The black widow spiders we used to see around the house foundation never tried to come inside, and they were clearly helping to keep bug infestations in check.

So I'm hoping a lot of people will tune into the PBS series and start to appreciate the crucial role bugs play in the community of living things.