Monday, February 27, 2023

Another Take On Route 66

Earlier this week I attended a lecture at the Scottsdale Library on the Underground and Aboveground Railroads by Dr Tamika Sanders.  It was very well done but since I already knew quite a bit about the Underground Railroad I was particularly interested in the Aboveground version, which turned out to be about the difficulties faced by black travelers right up until the Civil Rights Act of 1964 finally forbid discrimination in private common accommodations like restaurants and hotels.

Before then, black travelers in many areas faced severe restrictions finding hotels, restaurants, gas stations, and other services that would allow them.  Dr Sanders focused us on the Negro Motorist Green Book, published from 1936 until the passage of the Civil Rights Act.  The book, published by Victor Hugo Green, provided black travelers with a listing in each state, by city, of facilities they could get access to while on the road.

Coverage by the Green Book was not limited to the former slave states which had instituted formal Jim Crow laws as all across the country, to greater or lesser degrees, blacks could not gain the same access to facilities as whites.  Dr Sanders pointed out that over the years, the number of accommodations open to blacks grew, as she showed us actual pages from various editions, with a focus on the southwest.  The numbers and types of facilities available in Arizona in the 1930s was very limited and must have posed huge obstacles.  Black travelers had to carry enough food because they could not be certain of getting service in restaurants along the way and even had to carry gasoline.

As part of our presentation she showed the video below about Route 66 in those days and the difficulties it posed for black travelers.  The road ran across northern Arizona on its way from Chicago to Los Angeles.

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One note to add to the video.  At around 1:27 it shows a photo in which a person holds a Grand Imperial Wizard for Goldwater sign, a reference to the KKK and obviously from the 1964 presidential campaign.  The Arizona senator voted against the Civil Rights Act, specifically because he believed the federal government lacked constitutional authority to regulate private accommodations.  I think he made the wrong choice, but later that year, after passage of the Act, the Republican Party platform contained these sections:

full implementation and faithful execution of the Civil Rights Act of 1964, and all other civil rights statutes, to assure equal rights and opportunities guaranteed by the Constitution to every citizen;

—improvements of civil rights statutes adequate to changing needs of our times;

—such additional administrative or legislative actions as may be required to end the denial, for whatever unlawful reason, of the right to vote;

 This Administration has failed to apply Republican-initiated retraining programs where most needed particularly where they could afford new economic opportunities to Negro citizens.

Though he objected on constitutional grounds to the Act, Barry Goldwater was directly responsible for integrating the Arizona Air National Guard in which he served; helping to finance the NAACP lawsuit seeking to desegregate Phoenix schools; and integrating the U.S. Senate cafeteria by taking his black political aide to lunch.

Sunday, February 26, 2023

Change Is Now

From The Byrds, one of my favorite bands in the 60s.  I still like the band and their music, but wanted to write about the lyrics in this song; how they relate to their times and today.

Here are the full lyrics.  Wait a minute!  Don't forget to enjoy the music - the drone bass, Roger McGuinn's guitar solo which sounds like it was beamed in from outer space, the (unusual for the time) country music interlude, and the harmonies.

Change is now, change is nowThings that seemed to be solid are notAll is now, all is nowThe time that we have to live
 
Gather all that we canKeep in harmony with love's sweet plan
 
Truth is real, truth is realThat which is not real does not existIn and out roundaboutDance to the day when fear it is gone
 
Gather all that we canKeep in harmony with love's sweet plan
 
Change is now, change is nowThings that seemed to be solid are notIn and out roundaboutDance to the day when fear it is goneFear it is gone

What does it mean?

Let's set the context.  The Notorious Byrd Brothers album was released in January 1968 and recorded in the second half of 1967, just after the birth of hippiedom during The Summer of Love, and its lyrics reflect that sensibility.

Change is now, change is nowThings that seemed to be solid are notAll is now, all is nowThe time that we have to live
There was a sense we had entered a new era.  Not me, them.  I was about to turn 17 and though my hair grew longer in the late 60s and I loved the music, I never considered myself a hippie.  The old paradigm was gone ("things that seemed to be solid are not").  Everything was up for grabs ("all is now").    There is no past we need to know about, nothing to learn from experience, it's in our hands to create a New World. 
Gather all that we canKeep in harmony with love's sweet plan
Everybody is welcome.  Get on the Love Train.  If we simply love each other, all will be well.  No more details needed.  Did I mention there's nothing to learn from the past?
Truth is real, truth is realThat which is not real does not existIn and out roundaboutDance to the day when fear it is gone
That first line is very intriguing.  Notice they don't say "science is real" or "I believe in science" (that would also have been harder to rhyme) that ridiculous slogan of the past few years.  It is "Truth" that is real.  There is a reality so maybe everything is not up for grabs.  And the truth they are referring to is not necessarily a materialistic or scientific one, in fact since they're hippies it probably isn't.  It's likely a spiritual truth, a truth that man cannot just create, though they would hesitate to specifically call Christian or Jewish.  Of course, as Tom Holland points out in Dominion, whether they acknowledge it or not, the Christian worldview which permeates our civilization, is the springboard for that truth. 
 
"That which is not real does not exist" tells us that reality and belief may be separate, reminding me of Philip K Dick's notion that "reality is that which still exists when you stop believing in it".   The phrase is also contra to the creed of today's New Racists who believe that the manipulation of language can, in and of itself, create a new reality.  It's why belief is so essential for the NRs, and any deviation is such a threat it requires expulsion and branding as a heretic.  The hippies, in contrast, were content with folks "doing their own thing"; there was no cult from which one could be expelled.
 
Dancing was very important to the hippies.  It was an individual rite, or sometimes a group rite, but not something for couples to do.  It was liberating and the act of dancing could bring about change.  And the most important change needed was drive fear away, so that love could fill the world.  It was a simple view and seemingly easy to accomplish, a perspective that Elvis Costello, the noted foreign policy realist, rejected in 1977 when he told us "fear is here to stay, love is here for a visit".

The phrase "fear it is gone" is repeated three times during the song.  One of the reasons I didn't care for the hippie ethos at the time was the simple mindedness required, the deliberate avoidance of deep thinking, a mindset that allowed naive people to be easily manipulated by charismatic figures with evil intent.

Or maybe I'm reading too much into the lyrics and it was just all about the drugs.
 
In any event, the placid dream of peace and love ended quickly.  The milk of human kindness had curdled by August of 1968 when Jefferson Airplane released its fourth album, Crown of Creation, with the title song's mixture of narcissism, self-righteousness, and intolerance:

In loyalty to their kind

They cannot tolerate our minds

In loyalty to our kind

We cannot tolerate their obstruction!

A sentiment that would fit well in 2023 America.

Things deteriorated quickly in the late 1960s and early 70s.  A year after Crown of Creation, the Airplane were preaching revolution, and the Black Panthers and Weathermen were rolling.  Peace and love were over.  The difference between that period and now was that the revolutionaries were mostly rejected by the institutions, though they were able to grab a beach head in academia which they would exploit over the next few decades.  Today, people with those more revolutionary, intolerant, and violent beliefs are the ones running the institutions.  We've gone from "Don't Trust The Man" to "Trust Authority and You're Fired If You Don't". It's why today is a much more dangerous time.  For my reflections and personal experience with that earlier period read The Company You Keep.

Too Much Between Us

There's you, you're sleeping over there
Whilst me I'm sitting here
With so much sea between us
I can't make it much more clear

Far too few and far to follow
For shame I'll heed the cry
Be with me when I need a drink
Be with me when I die

Had forgotten about this song until stumbling across it recently.  From Procol Harum's 1969 album, A Salty Dog.  Has similarities to the sound of some of the quieter early 70s Peter Gabriel-era Genesis songs.  Also reminds me, melodically and arrangement wise, of Standing In The Doorway from Bob Dylan's 1997's album, Time Out Of Mind.

Wednesday, February 22, 2023

Tuleninova

I have no idea who Olga Tuleninova is, or whether she or he exists, but enjoy the twitter account which features 19th and 20th century art, often by artists of whom I know little and lesser known paintings by more famous artists.  Some recent ones:


Bring Back The Birthdays!

While I did a post about President Polk on Presidents Day, I would much prefer that the holiday be abolished and we go back to celebrating the birthdays of two, and two only, presidents - Washington (February 22) and Lincoln (February 12).  I don't like the idea of honoring the office of the presidency - it strikes me as an anti-republican and anti-democracy sentiment.  These are people we, the people, hire to do a job.

I think it proper to honor the finest of our presidents.  Washington and Lincoln are the two indispensable presidents in American history, and having them singled out, and remembered separately, as a continued American tradition is appropriate.

So, happy 191st birthday, George!

Monday, February 20, 2023

James K Polk

On President's Day, a tribute to perhaps the most consequential one-term president in our history, James K Polk.  A compulsive workhorse, quarrelsome, and not a guy I'd invite for dinner, but who grabbed the American southwest, got the British to give up their claims to the American northwest, lowered tariffs, and established an independent treasury which handled federal finances into the early 20th century.

Became president in March 1845, leaving office in March 1849, and dying three months later, the shortest ex-presidency in our history.

The song is from They Might Be Giants.  The founders are graduates of Lincoln-Sudbury High School, down the road from where we lived in the mid-70s.

 

In 1844, the Democrats were split

The three nominees for the presidential candidateWere Martin Van Buren, a former president and an abolitionistJames Buchanan, a moderateLouis Cass, a general and expansionistFrom Nashville came a dark horse riding upHe was James K. Polk, Napoleon of the Stump
 
Austere, severe, he held few people dearHis oratory filled his foes with fearThe factions soon agreedHe's just the man we needTo bring about victoryFulfill our manifest destinyAnd annex the land the Mexicans commandAnd when the votes were cast the winner wasMister James K. Polk, Napoleon of the Stump
 
In four short years he met his every goalHe seized the whole southwest from MexicoMade sure the tariffs fellAnd made the English sell the Oregon territoryHe built an independent treasuryHaving done all this he sought no second termBut precious few have mourned the passing ofMister James K. Polk, our eleventh presidentYoung Hickory, Napoleon of the Stump