Monday, September 21, 2015

Are You Alright?

"Are you alright? ... are you OK?" chorused the hikers at the old gent sprawled at their feet.  "I'm OK, alright" I responded -- scrambling embarrassedly to my feet, checking my camera which had hit the rocks with a thump, ignoring the blood running down my hand, checking my hiking pant knee for a tear -- "I'm fine, I'm OK" I lied -- since I was not alright.  I was mad, mad at me; at my hiking partner who was admonishing me for going "too fast"; at my stupid, telescoping, spring-loaded Haute Route hiking pole which had gotten me down to Hidden Lake the day before, up Tiger Mountain last week, and up 2,700 feet to top of Cape Town's Table Mountain two weeks back. "I'm fine" I lied.
Table Mountain over Cape Town -- 3500'


Glacier Trail to Hidden Lake
We were on the trail to Iceberg Lake, five miles out from Many Glacier in Glacier National Park, a extraordinarily lovely hike.  And I was not going too fast, just setting a nice, rhythmic pace.  Usually she sets the pace but I was in my stride, at her pace, so she did not pass as she often does to leave me lagging behind.  Too fast for an old gent, was her infuriating implication.  "I was not trying to go fast" I protested, as we mopped up the blood and bandaged the knuckles which had hit hard when I looked up to thank hikers that had given way, caught the pole in a crack, wrapped my foot around it and went down hard on the rock strewn trail.  "I was not showing off.  I was not rushing -- I just tripped, damnit!"  (In truth, I was enjoying setting a good pace for the two of us.  Pride goeth before a fall, indeed.)
Cape Town from atop Table Mountain

Glacier  Trail to Iceberg Lake, in the Cirque Beyond
What I was really not OK about was the nagging worry that I might be getting tippy now well into my ninth decade.  I have trouble these days standing on one foot to put on the other sock; I seem to wobble a bit from time to time; I find myself reaching for banisters which I used to eschew.  And I was conscious of age, since the Glacier trip was a birthday present to myself.

But we stood atop Table Mountain.  We rowed for an hour and a half in Steamship Slough and around Otter Island Saturday, in the delta of the Snohomish, but one doesn't get tippy crewing an eight with feet in stretchers and butt on a slide.  And the hand didn't overly bother me.  And I had walked down nineteen stories of Horizon House on Friday to stretch the calves and loosen the knees.  I'm alright... right?


"I'm alright; I'm OK" I'll keep parroting with a smile -- but inside there's that nagging doubt: am I really as alright as I'd like to be?  As I used to be?  Psychologically and happiness-wise, I've never been more alright ... but damn that treasonous hiking pole.

Tuesday, September 8, 2015

Reflections on Migration


In the Serengeti last month we watched the migration of wildebeests and zebras, hudreds of thousands of them streaming by.  At the Mara crossings the crocs and vultures waited. 
                                          
Once out of the bush, in Arusha and then in Cape Town, we could plug into the world once again -- and we watched our species in migration, perhaps a million seekers, with human vultures preying on them. No, I am not equating these victimized people with beasts.  The one is an ingrained part of the process of natural selection; the other, the result of unnatural savagery that man inflicts on man.

I don't know what zebra and wildebeest dads feel when they watch the carnage in the water, but you and I ache for these migrants -- the anguish, the horror, the desperate helplessness of the children caught up in their parents' search for peaceful sanctuary.  

Europe is  beset --under siege from migrants and asylum seekers, torn between morality and social cost, anguished by doubt about what Europe stands for. The short term view of this is catastrophe: unaffordable food, housing and healthcare burdens and social disruption.  Hungary wants no part of it -- just shunt them on to western Europe.  Oh, they might take a few -- but only Christians, please.  Poland and Serbia stand aside.  Citizens respond with charity; Pope Francis calls upon his flock to adopt families; but governments waffle, seeing only short term crisis.

But in crisis there is opportunity.  Perhaps Angela Merkel has the long view.  Western Europe needs this infusion of strong, courageous people determined to make a better life for themselves -- and in doing so, for the communities in which they settle.  Throughout Europe, birth rates have fallen to below replacement level, meaning stagnation, an aging population to be cared for by a steadily dwindling worker base.  Merkel understands the opportunity to juice up her economy.  Germany, with a population of 82mm, pledges to take 800,000 refugees this year, 1% of their population, and again next year.  (60mm Britain agrees to 20,000, over five years.  Come on....)  This isn't the first migration. Perhaps Merkel has taken a lesson from our history. 

In the first decade of the 20thC, a United States of 76mm took in 8.7 millions! 40% of New York city were immigrant families.  They were costly and disruptive.  Jane Addams' Settlement House movement forced into America's consciousness the living conditions, health service and education needs of these other-worldies who aspired to become us.  Teddy Roosevelt as NYC DA and NY Governor rooted out the political patronage and corruption that ensnared them.  Sinclair Lewis and Lincoln Steffens and the McClure team exposed the dreadful exploitation of their labor.  America reformed  -- and these new Americans provided the brains and muscle, and with old Americans' capital, together they created an industrial powerhouse.

My grandfather, Hallie Waller, pioneered the Americanization of these new comers, first in the Cambridge, Mass YMCA and later in Akron, Ohio.  Ohio was then to the US what Germany is to Europe -- its manufacturing export engine.  When WWI shut the door to Europe, the second Great Migration began, of southern blacks fleeing Jim Crow and seeking northern jobs and opportunity.  Sure, there was a backlash; Ohio had the largest Klu Klux Klan membership in the country in 1921.  My Dad remembered being a ten year old watching a cross burned on the front yard; the Klan forced Granddad out of his YMCA General Secretary post  and his Presidency of the Akron School Board.  But the migrants struggled, thrived and made the community better.  By 1925, the Klan was fading from northern Ohio. 

A few years later, a third great migration: 2.5 millions out of the Dust Bowl -- Grapes of Wrath, hardship and conflict -- to create a new California.  And in the '60s, a fourth: 1.2 million Cubans were welcomed to these shores.

Inviting the Stranger to contribute is fairly easy; assimilating with the stranger to create a new society is very hard.  But the payoff is huge, in creativity, energy, vitality.  It's time we 320mm US took a strong stand to accept a large share of this latest migration (not to mention the thousands of Iraqis who served us in that disaster and deserve sanctuary here.)  Trumpism be damned.

The world must learn to deal with migrations for this won't be the last and certainly not the largest.  Zebras and wildebeests migrate in response to water.  If the global warming forecasts are only half realized, water issues will be driving huge human migrations, both within and across borders.  Water shortages in China will drive internal migration of tens of millions.  A surfeit of water in the ocean will drive millions migrating within the US as coastal areas from Houston around the Gulf, around Florida, and up the east coast up to Long Island become unlivable. 

Elsewhere, tens of millions of Bangladeshis and Indonesians will be migrating to higher ground.  Conflicts in developed economies as well as in the third world will flare up over water, arable land, disrupted food supplies, and disaster relief after storms or forest fires.  None will be exempt; all six continents will be enmeshed in migration (and in Antarctica, even the penguins are migrating these days.)  These human migrations may not be as concentrated in time as the current crisis in Europe, but even spread out over longer periods, they will be disruptive -- and will present opportunities.   

We are entering an era of continuous migration.  We -- all of us -- had better resolve and prepare to handle these migrations with empathy and kindness, with a willingness to accept the short term costs, and with a long view of renewal, of energizing, and of opportunity.  Mankind need not be bestial; the stranger must be invited in.

Monday, June 29, 2015

A Glass Half Full Is As Good As It Gets; So Let's Get A Bigger Glass

Like many progressives, I've looked at the Obama administration for the last four years and seen a glass half empty. Two recent Obama events have made me reconsider my disappointment.  I was naive.  The glass has been half full -- and always will be.  That's as good as it gets.

Obama's interview with Mark Maron on WTF was the first "event."  One smart-ass commentator criticized Maron for not pushing the President and forcing sound-bite gaffs -- the gotcha school of journalism we've too damn much of.  The WTF encounter is  a model interview: thoughtful, disarming conversation drawing out inner thoughts and reflections.  Listen to the whole -- and not just for the use of "nigger", which was purposeful and pointed and appropriate -- and see if you don't begin to ask, as have I, what is a reasonable expectation of a POTUS?  Progress in faltering steps.  Glasses half full: the typical condition of our democratic republic.  (Click here.)

A President's task, then, is to manage the size of the glass.  A conservative might set out to downsize it; a progressive, to enlarge it.

Obama's eulogy for Rev. Pinckney is the second "event" that leads me to reassess and dial down my impatience.  His words and earnest delivery were as eloquent a call to action and attitude adjustment as any I have heard.  Worth listening to again: click here.


American ninnies will continue to disparage, decry, deny what is being done by this pragmatic progressive.  And every reasonable person will find something not to their liking; mine is his willingness to re-enter Iraq.  But, overall, Obama is proving right for these times of ambiguity and complexity.  Nothing is simple; there are no good choices.  The glass will remain half full, and that's perhaps as it should be; the glass just needs to get bigger.

Monday, June 15, 2015

Not Until You Tell Me Why? Why!?

Mr. President:

More troops?  I'm sorry, more "advisers" into Iraq? -- advisers who they would not dare shoot at, of course.   More bases set up in Iraq? -- guaranteed to win us everlasting gratitude, I'm sure.  Arms to Sunni militia -- yet another private, sectarian army not under central command and control of Iraq's government -- which will happily cooperate with Shiite militia, each of whom will politely refrain from cutting each others' throats? -- of course.  More Special Ops incursions into Syria -- which will overawe and subdue apocalyptic terrorists despite their culture of revenge -- I'm sure. 

What the hell are we thinking?  Why?!    

What does victory over ISIS look like?  How will we know it when (and if) we achieve it?  And the Sunni tribes that have opted for horrific ISIS over hateful Shiites, who will they opt for next? 

The only rationales offered for us re-entering Iraq are that ISIS is truly Satanic, deserving to be killed, and that they will stir up even more trouble in the region if they succeed in carving out a Sunni kleptocracy.  Really?  More trouble than has been brewing off and on since 1920?  Since 1750?  Since 1000? More Satanic than the Saudis who have beheaded 88 people so far this year?   Is defeat of ISIS going to mollify the Ayatollahs, the Kings, the Generals, the Sheiks, the Emirs -- and get them all to behave as we wish them to? 

What is it we want to achieve?  To buoy up a Shiite regime in Iraq that hates Saudis and the Emirates, that Iran controls, that supports Assad, and that spits on their own Sunni and Kurdish citizens?
Somebody tell me exactly what we buy by putting more American lives at risk, by putting American arms into the hands of Baathist Sunni militia.  What do we gain by adding fuel to the fires of civil wars in Iraq and Syria, wars that if fueled by outsiders will likely merge into a great sectarian war engulfing the entire Gulf?

Advisers: the military likes to take ground and count kills.  When advisers moved into the field with their Iraqi units in Anbar, ground was taken, kills went up.  Ergo, get more into the field.  Pretty soon, advisers are coaching, then leading, then getting shot and calling for more "advisers."  I recall, it was 1963 or '64, when I wept looking at pictures in Life of the first adviser deaths in Viet Nam, two GIs airlifted out of their advisee ARVN unit who died in the copter enroute to a MASH.  Go back and read  Frances Fitzgerald's Fire in the Lake about Kennedy's well intentioned "advisers" and what that led to. 

Today, we've been de-sensitized by 12 years of seeing GI's dying in deserts; we have no more tears to shed -- unless it's our own kin sacrificed there, and of course, with no national service, few of us have that skin in the game.  But we all do have a stake in calling a halt.

For God's sake, for our sake, just say NO!  No more dollars and blood.  No more blundering in to take sides in ancient feuds which we do not, cannot understand.  No!  Leave the bloody Near East to blood-thirsty, self-destructive near easterners.  Step back and let them play out their history until, exhausted, the survivors decide on their own to co-exist.  That's what Christians had to do between 1600 and 1648, yes, at frightful cost.  And that's what the Muslims will have to do -- on their own, and yes, no doubt at frightful cost.  Our role is to stand aside, not to take sides; to avoid stirring up more hatreds and resentments; and when possible, to provide succor and support to refugees and survivors.  But now, just say NO.  No mas; no mas.


If you agree at all with this plea, please pass it on.  Let a deluge of No!'s begin. 

Tuesday, April 28, 2015

Let's Get Started

If you've followed my ruminations, you know of my growing concern about the health of our American political economy.  Now two books, perhaps the two most influential published thus far in this young century, have moved me from decrying our republic's illnesses to seeing pathways to healing.  The first is Thomas Piketty's ­Capital in the Twenty-First Century; the second, Robert Putnam's Our Kids. The American Dream in Crisis.

It's taken me months to thoroughly read Capital -- all 655 pages of it, some chapters three times (the 76 pages of turgid notes were skimmed through; I did not attempt his on-line technical appendix.)  I daresay few who have so praised or so attacked Piketty read Capital any more thoroughly than I, though many of them likely understand it better.  Nonetheless, his findings ring clear to me: inequality is an inherent feature of capitalism, whether pure market capitalism or as we practice it.  

What matters is not income inequality, the focus of so much attention and empty political chatter; what matters is wealth inequality, i.e., the accumulation of capital and its inevitable concentration.  So long as returns on capital exceed the growth rate of an economy, which in a developed economy is always the case, capital will concentrate in few hands and inequality will grow, along with those hands' access to political machinery, to doors of superior educational institutions, to levers of advantage and opportunity.  What we must do is interrupt the concentration of wealth.  Piketty admits that the ideal, a wealth tax, is virtually impossible for any one country or jurisdiction to pull off given the fluidity of capital movement across borders and the temptation of countries to compete to be the more welcoming to capital (read Luxembourg, Switzerland, Antigua and any tens of others.)  But we can make a start....

It's Robert Putnam who connects the dots.  What matters to our future, to restore the American Dream, is equality of opportunity regardless of wealth and advantage of access.  As we know, America has become more socio-economically rigid than any other developed, industrialized nation.  Our storied upward mobility, the land of opportunity, the Horatio Alger dream, has become just that -- a dream.  The key to our vaunted exceptional-ism was that social mobility; without that promise, America is no longer at all exceptional.

So where do we start? 
·         Constrain capital accumulation.  Repeal carried interest treatment of capital gains.  Tax capital gains of under three years at ordinary income rates, with a decreasing tax rate each year thereafter reaching zero after ten years .  Decrease estate tax exemption to a $ million or so and sharply increase progressivity of estate tax rates.  Pressure recapture of trust funds moved into tax havens, as we successfully have done with Swiss banks.  Repeal tax deductibility of investment advice and expenses.
·         Increase education support and access.  Fund universal pre-school attendance and transportation.  Increase earned income credits and provide incentives for their use for paying pre-school and education expenses.  Offer federal reimbursement for community college certification.  Increase block grants to states for school investment -- facilities, teacher and faculty support, tuition reduction -- whatever the state legislature chooses as their priority.  Campaign for property tax equalization to reduce discrepancies between wealthy and less so districts.   Provide vouchers for education and nurture diverse school experiments -- magnet schools, charter schools, whatever seems to promise productivity in learning.  Nurture affordable housing, experiment with housing vouchers, and disperse moderate and low income households among middle class neighborhoods which value and support education.  Support and promote mentoring and coaching programs for promising low-income students.  Rainier Scholars is such a program here in Seattle, one which we support and in which Ann is seeking a role.  Restore to the elementary curriculum arts, music and other programs that encourage self-expression and self-discovery; these kids need more than just STIM.

Don't we have other problems?  Sure: unconstrained corporate, union, not-for-profit, and individual money in politics; lobbying and the Washington revolving door; the military-industrial-congressional complex; infrastructure investment; incarceration; job training and re-training; fair foreign trade; wage stagnation; ideological polarization; an unfair, jury-rigged taxation system; and lots more.  But until we successfully open access to opportunity and constrain concentration of wealth, our ability to address these problems will be stymied.  Our society will continue becoming more and more unequal, more and more rigid, more and more not the America of promise that has so attracted the downtrodden of the world to come with their guts, ambition, courage and determination to become Americans.  

Call it class warfare if you must engage in hyperbole.  I see it, rather, as addressing what Piketty calls the fundamental contradiction in "...a market economy based on private property ...": "powerful forces of convergence ... but also powerful forces of divergence, which are potentially threatening to democratic societies and to the values of social justice on which they are based."  Constraints on capital and equal access for all are the essential protections of a market economy based on private property.

One of the first books that drew me into this net of concerns about our Republic was Hedrick Smith's Who Stole the American Dream?  Rick has launched a web site to encourage and energize us to get involved in addressing our challenges and opportunities.  Check out www.reclaimtheamericandream.org and begin pressing our representatives to step onto what I think are the most promising paths: constraining wealth accumulation and opening opportunity to all our kids.


These aren't short term solutions. There are no short term solutions.  But we can, together, bring the long term to us.  As Fareed Zacharia says, " Let's get started."

Sunday, March 22, 2015

I Live With the Seven Dwarfs

Sunday morning.  This morning she was grumpy.  She's adorable when she's grumpy.  That sounds patronizing, I know, but she is adorable when she's grumpy and I told her so, which only made her more so.  Then I realized that I live with and love all seven dwarfs.

Usually, she is either Doc or Happy.  Doc hectors me to floss, "have you called the dermatologist?", "watch out for that car", "don't follow so closely", "that shirt doesn't go with those pants"....  Happy simply lights up the room.

She can be Dopey on occasion, as when the other day she absentmindedly asked "what's the capital of Copenhagen?"  Then she was chagrined, but rarely is she Bashful; more often a pale form one might nickname EssCee (for self-conscious.)

Often in the am, Sleepy appears, especially after a sound nine hours.

Sneezy rarely appears, but such a ladylike Sneezy.  I'm the one that blows the roof off.

We should have Disney's bluebirds flitting about, but I couldn't be any happier than to be living with one of my seven dwarfs, especially on a peaceful Sunday morning in spring.


Sunday, March 1, 2015

On Lookin' Good For Strangers

From Sun Valley
Today, near the end of an 11k skate-ski, I approached an elderly (younger than I) couple slowly working up a slight incline on classics.  Since gravity was running in my direction, I was able to straighten up, assume a decent skating rhythm and sail past, rewarded with her admiring look.  So self-satisfied ....   I pledged to myself "today, no falls." No sooner said than my skis went cattywampuss and SPLAT! -- tail over teacups.  Proverbs, 16:18: "Pride goeth before destruction, and an haughty spirit before a fall."  So much for lookin' good for strangers.

Blanche Du Bois said "... whoever you are, I have always depended on the kindness of strangers." The Kindness of Strangers; Tennessee Williams' crystalline phrase rings on in novels and biographies, PhD theses on adoption, rock albums, TV episodes, and the latest -- in Woody Allen's Blue Jasmine.  Well, I'm no Blanche; my spin, I must ruefully admit, is to seek the admiration of strangers.  Weird....

How silly is that -- to suck in my stomach and straighten my shoulders when I enter a room full of strangers.  Even worse, when passing on the street an overweight woman or guy with a gut, neither of whom I will ever see again.  What kind of sorry ego-centrism ...? Do I imagine them thinking "that is a pretty good looking guy for his age"?  Or "Jesus, I have to lose some weight."  Or "isn't he fit"?  Truthfully, yes, I do.  I peer into the narcissistic mirror of my imagination with all the angst of Sleeping Beauty's mother -- "Mirror, Mirror, on the wall...."  How silly is that?  And most likely, they are really thinking -- if at all -- "catch the pompous old geezer."

On the other hand, should I just let my gut go slack, my shoulders slump, slouch along half-shaved , with a stupid, self-satisfied grin, waiting for commitment to the county home for the bewildered?  

No, perhaps narcissism has some social benefit.  Perhaps caring about what others think is a governor on one's manners, grace, politeness.   

But do I strain so to suck it in for friends or family?  Well, not so much as with strangers.  What is that about...?  I care for family; I care what friends think.  On the other hand, I pretty well know what they think.  I can't fool myself into imagining they think something other than what they know me to be.  Resolution: I must discipline myself with family or friends to stand a little straighter and -- more important -- to show my care for them. 

Yes, yes ... but, really, it is so much more satisfying to look good for strangers.