Tuesday, December 31, 2024

12/31/24

 Tuesday, December 31, 2024

D+56

1930 Pius XI's encyclical Casti connubii against mixed marriages and artificial birth control and abortion, predecessor of Paul VI's Humanae Vitae

1946 US President Harry Truman officially proclaimed the  end of WW II

1965 There were 39,092 III MAF Marines in South Vietnam, of a total US deployment of 181,000.  Since March 8, 1965, 342 Marines have died in action, 2,047 have been wounded, and 18 are missing.  They claim to have killed 2,627 enemy.   Only God knows how many Vietnamese had been killed, wounded, bombed,  burned, poisoned, or otherwise harmed.

1970 President Allende nationalized the Chilean coal mines

1999 Boris Yeltsin resigned as President of Russia, leaving Prime Minister Vladimir Putin as acting President

2015 US law enforcement killed 1,134 in 2015, young black men 9x more likely to be victims

In bed at 9:15, after sleeping on the recliner for an hour or so, awake at 4:10,  and up at 4:30   

Prednisone, day 231, 7.5 mg., day 46.  Prednisone at 5, other meds around 10.    

Jimmy Carter, 10/1/1924 - 12/29/2024, a mensch.

Happy New Year?  What got better in 2024?  What got worse?  In some measure or in large measure because of Joe Biden's arrogance and hubris, the American electorate put Donald Trump back in power, this time with Neo-Nazi-supporting Elon Musk.  With their combined political and financial power, they can to cow every single Republican legislator and probably many Democratic ones as well.  Elon Musk is virtually lining at a $2,000 per night cottage at Mar-a-Lago while homelessness in America set a new record.  We became more vulnerable to a world controlled by Wall Street, Silicon Valley,  algorithms and Artificial intelligence,  "Open the door, Hal."   We saw a year of humans slaughtering humans in Gaza, Ukraine, and Sudan.  Putin has threatened to use nuclear weapons as his 'special military operation' against Ukraine nears its third year.  Original MAGAs who want the government to expel immigrants and elevate white evangelical Christian men are facing off against the new DOGE MAGAs who disdain original MAGA culture and want the government to turn the tech billionaires loose from regulations and taxes to create their own global oligarchy.  America's national debt has grown to $36 trillion, the annual budget deficit is more than $2 trillion,  The debt to GDP ratio was 35% in 1960, 55% in 1980, and is 123% now, and Trump and the Republicans will cut taxes and increase these numbers.  The DOGE twins, if they have their way, will cut food stamps, aid to education, veterans benefits, medical research, Medicare, Medicaid, and Social Security and increase Defense/War spending.  In the November election, 89% of American counties shifted rightward.  Non-White voters shifted more than a dozen points in favor of Trump.

What got better?  What is getting better? . . . The popularity of women's sports soared, thanks largely but not solely to Caitlin Clark.  Notre Dame was repaired, restored, and reopened.  Bashar al-Assad’s regime in Syria fell.  Hamas, Hezbollah, and Iran were weakened.  AI is helping in health care.  Some states banned or restricted legacy admissions.  Joe Biden acknowledged and issued an official apology for the government’s role in Indian boarding schools.  Israel's war on Gaza has brought fresh attention to its apartheid policies and practices in the West Bank.  Trump lost his appeal in the $5 million E. Jean Carroll case.  I became aware of beautful clouds and the daily sky.

Resolutions?  1. Make a new friend or revive an old one.  Why?  Reduce loneliness, improve outlook on life, mental health, mood. 2. Try chair yoga again.  Why?  Improve mobility, flexibility, agility, mood. 3. Work on living, not dying before I die.  Why? Why not?  "I'm gonna live till I die! I'm gonna laugh 'stead of cry.  Before my number's up, I'm gonna fill my cup.  I'm gonna live, live, live, until I die!"  Mickey the Mope.  4. Work on kindness and forgiveness, including for myself.  Why?  Kindness and forgiveness make life better, easier, brighter, more tolerable even on hard days.  I can't undo my sins and failures but I can try to atone.

Distrust/skepticism/cynicism.  I grew up in the Irish American Catholic Church.  I grew up in Chicago. I served in the Marine Corps in Vietnam.  I lived through 'light at the end of the tunnel' and Watergate and "weapons of mass destruction" and the Wall Street bailout.  Why would I accept "on faith" or "on authority" anything the faithful or authorities say?  If I can't believe 'my' clerics or 'my' government, why would I believe those of any other religion or any other government, including any plausibly accused of genocide?

A passing New Year's Eve thought.  When most of your life is behind you and you get feebler and less able each day, the coming of another year isn't entirely a thing to celebrate.  Will this be the year that I die?  Will this be a year when I take another fall?  Is it even conceivable that I won't take another fall?  Will the next one result in a trip to the emergency room?  to a broken hip or shoulder?  hospitalization?  When the New Year initiates 4 years of power plays by a wicked, selfish, malignantly narcissistic hegemon, one wishes for the Old Year, bad as that was.  How much human misery will he cause in his first year back in power, this time surrounded by his people, not traitors like Jim Mattis, Mark Milley, and John Kelly.  What havoc will be wrought by Stephen Miller, Robert F. Kennedy, Jr., Tulsi Gabbard, and Pete Hegseth?

Alice Munro. I am listenting to this story in the current New Yorker about Alice Munro,and her daughter Andrea who was sexually abused by Alice's boyfriend.  Alice knew of the abuse and continued to live with the man.  Very creepy.



Monday, December 30, 2024

12/30/24

 Monday, December 30, 2024

D+55

1972  Richard Nixon halted bombing of North Vietnam & announced peace talks

1993 Vatican recognized Israel

1996 Proposed budget cuts by Benjamin Netanyahu sparked protests from 250,000 workers who shut down services across Israel.

In bed at 9:00, awake at 12:45, and up at 1:15, unable to sleep.  I wrote in this journal until I turned the lights out at 3:30 because of trouble focusing my eyes.  No luck falling back to sleep; lights back on at 4:25, then off again at 6:25 and very slowly awake at 7:45, and up at 7:50.  Dozed off again at some point and woke up at 10:20.

Prednisone, day 230, 7.5 mg., day 45.  Prednisone at 5 a.m.  Three slices of Dave's Bread with blueberry preserves.  Other meds at 8:15.  

Further to my last, . . . "  I did a 'copy and paste' job on Larkin's "Church Going" yesterday and because of the lack of enough formatting options in Blogger, i.e., the inability to print poems with single spaces between lines, it made my daily journal longer than usual, six pages instead of my normal maximum of four.  I discovered the Larkin poem while reading an op-ed piece by Mary Townsend in yesterday's NY Times, "What I Am Looking for in Empty Churches."  She is a philosophy professor at St. John's University in New York.  She wrote of her need for, and delight in silence:   

I’m after a certain kind of silence. . . . I first discovered this kind of quiet some years back, when I’d gone to Italy for what seemed to be no reason at all. Without any sort of plan, I decided to go inside every church I came across, no exceptions.

 She reminded me of course of myself and my desire to visit churches, a desire so dominating that when, back in 1998, I went to Paris for the Easter Triduum, Geri gladly opted out, having no desire to bounce from one church to the next which is exactly what I did from Holy Thursday through Good Friday, Holy Saturday, Easter Sunday, and even Easter Monday.  Professor Townsend is a believer, raised a Catholic though "a teen atheist in Catholic high school," and now apparently an Episcopalian whose church is the magnificent Cathedral of St. John the Divine in New York, one of my favorite visiting sites.  In her essay, she cited the atheist poet Philip Larkin's Church Going," mentioning Larkin's desire to go into empty churches.  She wrote that she and Larkin both seek

 To find what is left after the services, the people, the Sunday clothes and the pageantry — something big and empty and acoustically live — as Larkin describes it, a “tense, musty, unignorable” silence. 

Larkin's poem has a very different 'vibe' than Townsend's essay.  She is a regular church-going believer and one who acknowledges being a pray-er.  The experiences she describes inside quiet empty churches seem like contemplation, meditation, and/or mindfulness, quietly and beneficially getting in touch with herself in spaces set aside for getting in touch with God.  Though Larkin, like Townsend, is drawn to step inside empty churches, he does so as an observer, a thinker, and a wonderer.  He checks out the seats, the 'little books,' the wilting flowers, the "brass and stuff up at the holy end," the organ, the pulpit, the baptismal font, and even the roof/ceiling.  None of it means anything to him except to cause him to reflect on the disappearance of religious Faith.⁰  As he leaves the church, he 

Reflect[s] the place was not worth stopping for.

Yet stop I did: in fact I often do,

And always end much at a loss like this,

Wondering what to look for; wondering, too,

When churches fall completely out of use

What we shall turn them into,    

He is a non-believer/disbeliever.  I am struck by lines in the poem: 

But superstition, like belief, must die,

And what remains when disbelief has gone? 

Grass, weedy pavement, brambles, buttress, sky,

A shape less recognizable each week,

A purpose more obscure. 

Can both belief and disbelief be gone?  What would remain would be nothingness, nihil.   In any case, Larkin, like Townsend, reminded me of how I too am drawn to churches though, like Larkin, I am not a believer.  Have I ever been a believer?  I agonized over 'the sin of Doubt' as an 11-year-old altar boy and never stopped struggling with Doubt.  Larkin ruminates that, even "when churches fall completely out of use," when "superstition, like belief,  must die,"  even a church in ruins will draw men in, because

It pleases me to stand in silence here;

A serious house on serious earth it is,

In whose blent air all our compulsions meet,

Are recognised, and robed as destinies.

And that much never can be obsolete,

Since someone will forever be surprising

A hunger in himself to be more serious,

And gravitating with it to this ground,

Which, he once heard, was proper to grow wise in,

If only that so many dead lie round.

Churches, synagogues, mosques, and temples are all places where life's most serious dimensions and events are centered in attention: birth, marriage, sickness and death. joy and loss, beginnings and endings, Alpha and Omega.  Much like Larkin and Townsend,  I am a someone "surprising / A hunger in himself to be more serious / And gravitating with it" to empty churches.  At some times in my life, I gravitated to full churches, St. Leo, Gesu, St. Peter and Paul, St. Francis of Assisi, though always dubitante, never as a full-fledged believer.  At best, I was like the father of the boy with an unclean spirit in Mark 9:24: "The father of the child cried out and said with tears, “Lord, I believe; help my unbelief!”

Thinking about these matters led me to look at the pocket notebook in which I made 88 pages of notes during my 1998 Easter trip to Paris.  My empty and full church itinerary over four days was: HOLY THURSDAY, St. Germain des Pres (Last Supper mass); GOOD FRIDAY, St. Thomas d'Aquin (prayer service); Chapel of the Miraculous Medal (Catherine Labouré private devotions); unsuccessful attempts to visit Sainte Chapelle and Notre Dame (line too long); St. Gervais-St. Protais (eucharistic adoration); St. Eustache (choral singing): St. Germain L'Auxerrois (passsion service); St. Sulpice (passion service); HOLY SATURDAY,  Notre Dame (noon,  musical liturgy); St. Gervais-St. Protais (again, arrived after the office de la descente aux enfers); Notre Dame (3 hour Easter Vigil service); St. Serverin (after the Vigil, quiet, empty); EASTER SUNDAY, St. Eustache (solemn high Easter morning mass); St. Roch (mass ending); Polish church of the Assumption; St. Marie de Madeleine(ah, Fauré); St. Augustine (decrepit but lovely, an organ and trumpet concert); EASTER MONDAY, St. Francis Xavier chanting service of some sort); St. Clotilde; St. Pierre du Gros Caillou; and last, St. Pierre de Chaillot,

 

⁰ I was reminded of Matthew Arnold's Dover Beach:

The Sea of Faith

Was once, too, at the full, and round earth’s shore

Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled.

But now I only hear

Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,

Retreating, to the breath

Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear

And naked shingles of the world.

 

 

Sunday, December 29, 2024

12/29/24

 Sunday, December 29, 2024

D+54

1835 The treaty of New Echota was signed between the US government and representatives of a minority Cherokee political faction to cede all lands of the Cherokee east of the Mississippi River to the United States

1890 US 7th Cavalry massacred 200+ captive Sioux at Wounded Knee, South Dakota

1908 A patentwas granted for a 4-wheel automobile brake, Clintonville, Wisconsin

1970 Occupational Safety and Health Act was signed by President Richard M. Nixon

In bed  Fell asleep on the recliner by 8, and was awake and up by 3:30.  I dozed off at some point and woke up again at 8:30, snug and warm in my sweats with hood up.

Prednisone, day 229, 7.5 mg., day 44.  Prednisone at 5:00.w/ Dave's Bread.   Other meds at 1:15.



Cold.
  At 6ish this morning, it is 38° outside but 71° inside, at least in the warm northern half of the house where I am sitting, but I am cold.  I've gotten dressed for the day early, wearing my old man's compression socks, my Haflinger slippers, Champion sweatpants, white cotton, long-sleeved, turtle neck shirt, and a heavy zippered hoodie, zipped all the way up.  When I visited my dad in Florida in winter, I was often uncomfortable in his house because he kept it so warm, 76, 77, 78 degrees.  When we would visit Jimmy Aquavia at Newcastle, his apartment was similarly stifling.  Now it's my turn. 





Church Going by Philip Larkin

Once I am sure there's nothing going on

I step inside, letting the door thud shut.

Another church: matting, seats, and stone,

And little books; sprawlings of flowers, cut

For Sunday, brownish now; some brass and stuff

Up at the holy end; the small neat organ;

And a tense, musty, unignorable silence,

Brewed God knows how long. Hatless, I take off

My cycle-clips in awkward reverence,


Move forward, run my hand around the font.

From where I stand, the roof looks almost new-

Cleaned or restored? Someone would know: I don't.

Mounting the lectern, I peruse a few

Hectoring large-scale verses, and pronounce

"Here endeth" much more loudly than I'd meant.

The echoes snigger briefly. Back at the door

I sign the book, donate an Irish sixpence,

Reflect the place was not worth stopping for.


Yet stop I did: in fact I often do,

And always end much at a loss like this,

Wondering what to look for; wondering, too,

When churches fall completely out of use

What we shall turn them into, if we shall keep

A few cathedrals chronically on show,

Their parchment, plate, and pyx in locked cases,

And let the rest rent-free to rain and sheep.

Shall we avoid them as unlucky places?


Or, after dark, will dubious women come

To make their children touch a particular stone;

Pick simples for a cancer; or on some

Advised night see walking a dead one?

Power of some sort or other will go on

In games, in riddles, seemingly at random;

But superstition, like belief, must die,

And what remains when disbelief has gone?

Grass, weedy pavement, brambles, buttress, sky,


A shape less recognizable each week,

A purpose more obscure. I wonder who

Will be the last, the very last, to seek

This place for what it was; one of the crew

That tap and jot and know what rood-lofts were?

Some ruin-bibber, randy for antique,

Or Christmas-addict, counting on a whiff

Of gown-and-bands and organ-pipes and myrrh?

Or will he be my representative,


Bored, uninformed, knowing the ghostly silt

Dispersed, yet tending to this cross of ground

Through suburb scrub because it held unspilt

So long and equably what since is found

Only in separation - marriage, and birth,

And death, and thoughts of these - for whom was built

This special shell? For, though I've no idea

What this accoutred frowsty barn is worth,

It pleases me to stand in silence here;


A serious house on serious earth it is,

In whose blent air all our compulsions meet,

Are recognised, and robed as destinies.

And that much never can be obsolete,

Since someone will forever be surprising

A hunger in himself to be more serious,

And gravitating with it to this ground,

Which, he once heard, was proper to grow wise in,

If only that so many dead lie round.


Saturday, December 28, 2024

12/28/24

 Saturday, December 28, 2024

D+53

1878 Pope Leo XIII published encyclical Quod apostolici muneris (socialism)

1981 1st American test-tube baby, Elizabeth Jordan Carr was born in Norfolk, Virginia

2015 Japan and South Korea reached an agreement over WWII "comfort women", Japan apologized and paid 1bn yen compensation

In bed at 9, awake around 4:30, half-asleep till up at 5:05.    

Prednisone, day 228,, 7.5 mg., day 43.  Prednisone at 5:15 and other meds at 7:10.  

Brunch with Andy, Anh, Peter, Lizzie, and Drew was lovely.  Anh's egg bake, weisswurst, and Geri's Krusteze gluten-free muffins.  Then we exchanged gifts and continued to schmooze.  They gave a donation to the North Shore Library in our name so we will get a brick with our names engraved.  Also a candle made with sacred chrism.  Peter wont know whether he is accepted at Purdue-Indianapolis until January 15.  Lizzie showed up with a broken foot, the result of dropping an Amazon box left at their front door.  No gymnastic or volleyball for awhile.  Dew was Silent Sam as usual.

Praise for Joe Biden's death sentence commutations.  Biden commuted the death sentences of 37 men in federal prisons.  He declined to commute the death sentences of the Boston marathon bomber, the Tree of Life synagogue killer, and the Mother Emanuel killer.  I am thankful for the executions he prevented and wish he had also included the three he excluded.  It may well be that in popular opinion none of the men 'deserved' to be spared, but Biden has also spared the men who otherwise would have been responsible for the execution of the thirty-seven.  The federal sentences, the Law, would have turned the government's executioners into cold-blooded killers.  Our governments, state and federal, have more than enough blood on their hands.  They ought to get out of the death business and become Pro-Life, even for the undeserving.  

LTMW at 7:20 a.,m., I see a squirrel diligently filling up on sunflower seeds and suet.  Sunrise today is 7:23.  As usual, I am amazed by her agility and athleticism. Then the chickadees arrive, followed by the house finches on the sunflower tube and the goldfinches on the niger tube. A downy woodpecker joins the crowd and I think of the old radio show 'Don McNeill's Breakfast Club' from Chicago.  "Good morning, Breadfastclubbers, good morning to ya'. We woke up bright and early just to howdy-do ya'."  It's a gray, overcast morning, 42°, with a steady wind and a wind chill of 29°.  For late December, this is a mild morning, but I think of the people living in tents on the vacant lot next to Repairers of the Breach and of the people living in tents in Gaza about whom I just read in this morning's NY Times.  The story was about the continuing and worsening humanitarian situation there: the lack of food, clean water, medicines and of course housing.  The thermostat in our vestibule tells me it is 71° in the house but I'm cold despite the turtleneck shirt and sweatpants that I am wearing.  Alas.

At 8 o'clock I notice that the very tall, dying pine tree on the corner of our lot swaying in the wind, reminding me that it has to come down.  I'll be sorry to lose it and rue the cost.

Leo XIII and socialism.  "You understand, venerable brethren, that We speak of that sect of men who, under various and almost barbarous names, are called socialists, communists, or nihilists, and who, spread over all the world, and bound together by the closest ties in a wicked confederacy, no longer seek the shelter of secret meetings, but, openly and boldly marching forth in the light of day, strive to bring to a head what they have long been planning - the overthrow of all civil society whatsoever.  Surely these are they who, as the sacred Scriptures testify, "Defile the flesh, despise dominion and blaspheme majesty."(2) They leave nothing untouched or whole which by both human and divine laws has been wisely decreed for the health and beauty of life. They refuse obedience to the higher powers, to whom, according to the admonition of the Apostle, every soul ought to be subject, and who derive the right of governing from God; and they proclaim the absolute equality of all men in rights and duties. They debase the natural union of man and woman, which is held sacred even among barbarous peoples; and its bond, by which the family is chiefly held together, they weaken, or even deliver up to lust. Lured, in fine, by the greed of present goods, which is "the root of all evils, which some coveting have erred from the faith,"(3) they assail the right of property sanctioned by natural law; and by a scheme of horrible wickedness, while they seem desirous of caring for the needs and satisfying the desires of all men, they strive to seize and hold in common whatever has been acquired either by title of lawful inheritance, or by labor of brain and hands, or by thrift in one's mode of life. These are the startling theories they utter in their meetings, set forth in their pamphlets, and scatter abroad in a cloud of journals and tracts. Wherefore, the revered majesty and power of kings has won such fierce hatred from their seditious people that disloyal traitors, impatient of all restraint, have more than once within a short period raised their arms in impious attempt against the lives of their own sovereigns."

The Church, aligned with the High and Mighty, and always on the side of Property and Power.

Friday, December 27, 2024

12/27/24

 Friday, December 27, 2024

D+52

1939 Between 20,000 and 40,000 died in a magnitude 8 earthquake in Erzincam, Turkey

1978 Spain became a democracy after 40 years of dictatorship as King Juan Carlos ratified Spain's 1st democratic constitution

1985 Arab terrorists attacked the airports of Rome and Vienna, killing 20, wounding 110

1996 Taliban forces retook the strategic Bagram air base which solidified their buffer zone around Kabul.

2004 Radiation from an explosion on the magnetar SGR 1806-20 reached the Earth, the brightest extrasolar event known to have been witnessed on the planet.

2008 Israel launched Operation Cast Lead in the Gaza Strip, beginning with an airstrike that hit 100 targets in 220 seconds killing around 250 people

In bed at 9:30,  awake at 3:45 from a dream of having to deliver a speech to a convention of bankers in a steeply-pitched auditorium, wondering what to talk about that would be interesting, and up at 3:50 to light a candle and remember my sister.

Prednisone, day 227, 7.5 mg., day 53.  Prednisone at  4:50.  My shoulders continue to be pretty painful, a condition that has persisted since November 11th.  I see Dr. Ryzka on January 6th.  Other meds at 5:50.

Anniversaries thoughts today center on Emily Dickinson's couplet:

In this short Life that only lasts an hour

How much - how little - is within our power

Earthquakes, tornadoes, hurricanes, floods, sinkholes, terrorists, murderers, wicked people bent on evil deeds, military-backed dictators, deep-space stellar eruptions, wars, tribal enmities.

 “We are all tattooed in our cradles with the beliefs of our tribe; the record may seem superficial, but it is indelible. You cannot educate a man wholly out of superstitious fears which were implanted in his imagination, no matter how utterly his reason may reject them."― Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.

Add to the list mere accidents, unintended consequences, market crashes, computer failures, power failures, data breaches, and what else?   

My writing from this journal one year ago this dayte:

Am I paranoid or just realistic?  I have long realized that though I think of Geri and me as reasonably secure financially with our retirement savings and social security, I am always aware that our nest egg (other than our home) is all on paper reflecting 1s and 0s nestled into programs on computers and thus vulnerable both to hacking, errors, mischief, and even air bursts of weapons that destroy electrical circuits in computers that operate our power grids as well as the compnters that have all our financial records, including retirement accounts, bank accounts, social security and medicare accounts, everything that has to do with us.  The December 19, 2023 issue of The New Yorker contains an article that gives me the shivers: "The Disturbing Impact of the Cyberattack at the British Library."  A ransomware attack, most probably from Russia, has crippled the British Library from October 28th to the present.

And the older I get, the more vulnerable I become and feel.😟

Ma nistana?  There is an article in this morning's WaPo about police misconduct.  Excerpts:

The Biden administration launched the probes in the wake of the national outcry over the police killings in 2020 of George Floyd in Minneapolis and Breonna Taylor in Louisville. Reports issued over the last two years have focused largely on excessive use force and the kind of racial profiling associated with those high-profile cases.

But beyond the most shocking examples of police violence, the reports have highlighted something else: the pernicious ways that other patterns of unlawful policing can disrupt and cause deep harm to local communities.

Investigators detailed how officers sexually assaulted women, mistreated the homeless, exploited poor people, threatened and abused minors, taunted and arrested people suffering from mental and behavioral health episodes and punished protesters exercising their constitutional rights to free speech — especially those who denounced police violence.

“Police killings, as terrible as they are, are relatively infrequent. But these other types of abuses are happening every single day to hundreds, if not thousands, of people,” said Christy Lopez, a former Justice Department official who oversaw the federal investigation into the Ferguson, Missouri, police department in 2014-2015. “They’re not minor just because they’re not deadly, and they’re much more prevalent.”

Members of the incoming Trump administration have vowed to reverse federal oversight of local policing, and some cities have aggressively opposed the Justice Department’s intervention.

There is no surprise in this article.  What are the chances of being mistreated, disrespected, an/or otherwise abused by a police officer if you are: (a) White, middle-aged or older, wearing a suit and tie,with a briefcase on the passenger seat in a clean late model car in an upscale neighborhood vs. (b) Black or Brown, wearing scruffy clothing, young, in an old beat-up vehicle or on foot, in any neigbborhood?  Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?  Juvenal, Satires VI.  Who will protect us against the protectors?  "Whether the women want it or not, I will protect them." Donald Trump, Green Bay, WI, October 31, 2024.  Who will protect them against Trump?

 


Why some law students thought I was a jerk, or worse.  I was thumbing through a copy of one of my old law school textbooks today and found the "Final Review" (a take-home essay exam) for a course I taught in 2000 on 'Lawyer in American Society.'  It focused on the bad image of lawyers in American society.  As I read it, I was proud of myself for having written it and having required the students to reflect on why "the treacherous rat seems to be emerging as the dominant symbolic stand-in for members of the legal profession?  Why are lawyers popularly associated with dishonesty and betrayal?  Or do you disagree with the assertions in [articles which I cited in the introductory narrative]?   What challenges, if any, do you expect to encounter in pursuing " the lawyer's interest in remaining an upright person while earning a satisfactory living?"  In the introductory I drafted, I included a standard lawyer joke:  Why have laboratories started to use lawyers instead of rats for experiments?  Answers: First, There are more of them.  Second, The lab assistants don't get attached to them.  Third, There are some things a rat just won't do.   Fourth, animal rights activists don't care if you torture them.  On the other hand, it's harder to extrapolate the test results from lawyers to human beings.

I called the exercise a 'Final Review' rather than a 'Final Exam' because I cited what I considered the most important reading assignments during the course and asked the students to seriously reflect on them and consider their implications for what they could expect to encounter in the practice of law.  A standard law school essay exam took 3 hours of intense reading, analysis, and writing.  My Final Review required much more time, at least for serious students.  I'm not into patting myself on the back (or am I?) despite my dean's advice to "toot thine own horn lest the same not be tooted," but I am proud of that course that I put together.  Two faculty colleagues taught other sections of the course and they approached the subject matter very differently.  Each had a Ph.D. in History and they taught their courses as History courses.  I taught mine as an Ethics course, largely about the moral choices one might expect to confront in the actual pracrtice of law.  One of the papers I assigned was my own speech to the Thomas More Society titled "The Practice of Law as an Occasion of Sin",

One of the reasons I think that the practice is an occasion of sin is simply that there appear to be so many unhappy lawyers.  Unhappiness, of course, is hardly conclusive evidence of sinfulness, but I think it is evidence of some probative value.  Lawyers whose heads and hearts and souls are all on the same track tend, I think, to be pretty happy people.  It is a wonderful thing to have your work life and your emotional life and your spiritual life all integrated; it makes of us people of integrity, both in the sense of wholeness and in the sense of uprightness.  When our lives are so integrated, it’s more difficult to be an unhappy person.  Still possible, but more difficult.  [I’m reminded of a wall plaque that a client gave me: “Being Irish, he had an abiding sense of tragedy, which sustained him through temporary periods of joy.”] 

. . . . . [  I quoted from several books by prominent lawyers about the unhappiness of lawyers.]

The sadness, loss of humanity, and spiritual crisis afflicting lawyers is also reflected in the world of fiction and entertainment.  In the March 31, 1997 issue of the New York Times, there is a feature article  on John Grisham’s legal thrillers, including his then latest “The Partner” in which “a lawyer steals $90 million from his firm and its wealthiest client, fakes his own death, and flees to Brazil.”  

”For lawyers, the main dream of escape is to get out of the profession,” Mr. Grisham said in a recent interview.  “They dream about a big settlement, a home run, so that they can use the money to do something else.

My experience at the Bar, living and working within the ethics rules, and in the Academy, assisting students in learning them, suggests to me that there is precious little of Ethics with a Big E, or of morality underlying legal ethics rules.

If one looks up “ethics” and “morality” in the O[xford] E[nglish] D[ictionary], we find that the definitions there are pretty synonymous.  “Ethics” is defined as the science of morals or the department of study concerned with principles of human duty.  “Morality” is defined as ethical wisdom or the knowledge of moral science.

For most people, morality is tied up somehow with religion, not religion conceived in a narrow or doctrinal or sectarian way, but religion in the grandest sense, as a theory or hypothesis or, perhaps more likely, an intuition of meaning or significance or purpose, an intuition or apprehension of Divine Presence in Creation.  This intuition or apprehension is what we call Faith and it’s the major component of what Christians call Grace. 

Am I God’s gift to the world, here to love and assist my neighbor, or am I a mere cosmic accident, or a mere cosmic inevitability?

Am I doomed to be a spiritually and socially isolated and alienated, only self-centered character out of Camus or Sartre or Kafka  or am I called to be a care-giver to widows and orphans, the sick and the dying, the hungry and oppressed, the imprisoned and the stranger?  Am I to be a Good Samaritan?  

These are questions of radical religious sensibility and one’s responses to such questions, I suggest, determines one’s ethics, one’s morals.

Over the course of recorded human existence, I think it is clear that many people and peoples have had what I’ll refer to imprecisely  as a Grand Religious Sensibility and that Sensibility has led to an overarching Moral Sense.  I think this is what C. S. Lewis, in his wonderful little book, The Abolition of Man, calls by the ancient Chinese term, the Tao, meaning the Road or the Way.

In a short Appendix to the book, he gives ample illustrations of the commonality of the Ethics or Morality of the Tao, across historical, cultural, geographical, and religious (in the narrower sense) lines: Chinese, Egyptian, Jewish, Mesopotamian, Platonic, Aristotelian, Stoic, Christian and others.  He catalogues the common rules of human action under 8 headings:

1. The law of general beneficence(Do unto others . . .)

2. The law of special beneficence (Care of family and friends)

3. Duties to parents and elders

4. Duties to children and posterity

5. The law of justice

6. The law of good faith and veracity

7. The law of mercy, and

8. The law of magnanimity. 

The reason I suggest that there is little of ethics or morality underpinning the rules of so-called legal ethics is that we find so little of the Overarching Moral Sense, or of the Tao, in the rules governing lawyer conduct.  Indeed, the only law, which is really recognized, is what Lewis calls the Law of Special Beneficence.  And, the objects of the Special Beneficence are principally clients ( i.e., those who buy our services) and, to a lesser extent courts, and to a still lesser extent, other lawyers and third parties, especially adversaries.

All the major religious traditions in the world have some version of the Golden Rule, certainly including Judaism and Christianity.  But in the Model Rules, there is no Golden Rule, or law of General Beneficence.  What does that mean to the religious lawyer?

In the Sermon on the Mount, Jesus said “Blessed are the merciful,” but in the Model Rules, there is no law of Mercy.  Consider the fact that the American Bar Association and the vast majority of states have roundly rejected a rule that would require lawyers to reveal client confidences when and to the extent that it reasonably appears necessary to prevent the client from committing an act that would result in death or serious bodily harm to another human being.  What does this mean to a conscientious Christian?  Or Jew?  Or Muslim or Hindu or for that matter any person of conscience?

The Tao or law of magnanimity looks toward generosity, including generosity in overlooking injury.  Jesus said we should forgive seventy times seven.  In the Model Rules, there is no law of Magnanimity or of generosity generally.  Consider the history of the mandatory pro bono initiatives.

In the Model Rules, there is no law of Justice, nor is there a law of Good Faith and Veracity.  

Justice.  Is it the lawyer’s duty to seek justice?  Many of my freshman law students say yes.  I suggest to them that the whole system would fall apart if a lawyer had a duty to seek justice. Some of them blanche; some snicker.   A lawyer may, of course, seek justice on behalf of a client, but the lawyer has no professional duty to do so and it may be just as likely that a lawyer is seeking to avoid justice, so long as that can be done legally.  The idea is expressed most clearly not in the Model Rules, but in the ABA’s Model Code:

The duty of the lawyer, both to his client and to the legal system, is to represent his client zealously within the bounds of the law, . . . In our government of laws and not men, each member of our society is entitled . . . to seek any lawful objective through legally permissible means.  .  .

What counts is not Justice, but Law. That which is Legal is Permissible; that which is Permissible for the Client and is desired by the Client is to be zealously pursued by the Lawyer, regardless of the Lawyer’s desire for the Tao, which is to say, in Western religious thought at least, the Lawyer’s Conscience.* 

Good Faith and Veracity.  We lawyers are forbidden to lie, but we are not required to tell the truth.  Misrepresentation is prohibited, but candor is not compelled and is often inconsistent with a lawyer’s duty.  In Homer’s Iliad we read:

Hateful to me as are the gates of Hell is than man who says one thing, and hides another in his heart.

But isn’t this often a lawyer’s stock in trade?  Attorney William Clinton’s pathetic performance in the Monica Lewinski fiasco gave us but one example of lawyerly deconstruction and intentional misleading, while arguably not lying.  “It depends on what “is” is”, doesn’t it?  The temptation to this sort of thing may be stronger in the litigator than in the transactional lawyer.  Is there any litigator in the audience who has never encountered that kind of verbal prestidigitational tap-dancing in responses to interrogatories or Requests for Production of Documentss?

Last week I received in the mail a newly published law review article from the Pace University Law Review, White Plains, New York.  The title is “The National Association of Honest Lawyers: An Essay on Honesty, “Lawyer Honesty” and Public Trust in the Legal System.”  It was written by Professor John A. Humbach of Pace University Law School..  He writes:

Lawyers can either be trusted or they cannot.  The regrettable fact is that lawyers, on the whole, can not be trusted.  The reason is not merely that some lawyers sometimes do not tell the truth.  The problem is far more systematic and pervasive.  The reason lawyers cannot be trusted is that, on the questions that ultimately matter, most lawyers do not even purport to present the objective truth.

A lawyer may not tell direct lies, nor help the client to lie, but the lawyer has a far more subtle art.  The lawyer’s skill is to weave stories that are false out of statement that are true.  They do this in part by purposely withholding pertinent information knowing full well of the misunderstandings they promote in doing so.  They deliberately undermine the credibility of truthful information and evidence that may be damaging to their clients.  They make great efforts to encourage jurors and others to form misleading impressions of their clients and of past events.  And in a variety of other contexts, the versions of reality that lawyers attempt to portray do not even purport to correspond to the actual facts as either the lawyer or the client honestly sees them.

On the contrary, most lawyers will probably agree that, in their pursuit of values other than truth, they have not merely the right but even the duty to mislead.  

 Needless to say, it wasn't a speeh designed to make me a lot of friends among lawyers, nor was the Lawyer in American Society course designed to make me a lot of friends among those who aspired to join our fold.

Reviewing that Final Review and my 'Occasion of Sin' speech has me remembering and reflecting on the tensions I experienced in the practice of law, especially the conflicts inherent in a "fee for service"/hourly billing office environment, and the emphanis on maximizing billable hours and reciepts/income/revenue.  When you have maximum billable hours, you are a hero.  When your billable hours are low, you're a goat and not a GOAT.   I am writing these words on a late Saturday afternoon and am wearied just thinking about those days and the frequent conflict between the firm's interest in maximumizing income and the clients' interests in paying no more than is necessary in fees.  Leave no rock unturned, especialy when you bill by the rock. . .  

 

Thursday, December 26, 2024

12/26/24

 Thursday, December 26, 2024

D+51

1862 Largest mass execution in US history: 38 Dakota men were executed via hanging in the aftermath of the U.S.-Dakota War in Mankato, Minnesota 

1924 Frances Gumm (later Judy Garland), age 2½, billed as 'Baby Frances', made her show business debut at her father's vaudeville theater in Grand Rapids, Minnesota

1954 "The Shadow" aired for last time on radio

1957 Swedish film "Wild Strawberries" was released, written and directed by legendary filmmaker Ingmar Bergman, considered one of his best

In bed around 11:00, awake and up around 5:30.   

Prednisone, day 226, 7.5 mg., day 41.  Prednisone at 5:50.  Other meds at 9:40.  

Christmas dinner was wonderful with Steve and Nikki, David, Sharon, and Ellis.  Rib roast, well mashed potatos. creamed spinach (Ina Garten(, asparagus, banana cream pie, and cherry pie.  Wow.  The dinner conversation again was led by Steve and David hilariously recalling their (mis)adventures in their school days.  Before dinner I again enjoyed a good conversation with Sharon about Luigi Mangione, the health care insurance system, the media, etc., a continuation of the discurssion of the night before.  After dinner, I had a long conversation with Steve, and then with him and Geri, about family history, memories, gratitudes, etc.  I went to bed at 11, leaving Steve and Geri still schmoozing.

I spent quite a while emptying and refilling the dishwasher this morning, hand washing pots, pans, and other things, and generally cleaning up after our grand repast.  I topped off my morning prednisole with a piece of Trader Joe brownie.

Big Day.  Steve and Nikki's 15th anniversary.  Drew's 12th birthday.  Michael Reck's birthday.

Anniversaries thoughts.  First, Mankato MN, only 150 miles west northwewest of LaCrosse, WI.  Today's anniversary reminds us that the Euro-Americans war against indigenous Americans wasn't restricted to the Great Plains and Western states.

Second, Judy Garland was born in the same hoospital in Grand Rapids, MN, as my mother, 64 days after my mother.  What different lives they were to lead.

Third, I remember listening to 'The Shadow' on the radio when I was a kid.  "Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men?  The Shadow knows!  The weed of crime bears bitter fruit.  The Shadow know!"

Lastly, "Wild Strawberries," an old professor reflects on his life, refully.  Hmmm . . .

Afternoon Errand Odyssey.  Firt to Usinger's to pick up some weisswurst.  Then west on State Street through Miller Valley to 5504 W. to MOR Bakery to check out Gluten-free menu, but it was closed.   On the way back to the freeway, I drove down Kilbourn and passed this elegant old mansion between 24th and 23rd Streets. Then up to Costco for some fireplace logs, blueberries, raspberries, and 2 loaves of Dave's Bread.  Then to the Dunkin' on Port Road in Mequon to see if they carried any gluten-free products, but the answer was 'no.' Then home.  I forgot to stop at the Hallmark Store for a birthday card for Drew for their Saturday visit.  During the afternoon and evening, I complete washng the dishes, glasses, pots, and pans from the Christmas dinner, a slow but steady process.  We had leftovers (rib roast, creamed spinach, mashed potatoes, and shrimp w/ cocktail sauve for dinner.



12/25/24

 Wednesday, December 25, 2024

D+50

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In bed at 10:50, awake and up at 6:15.  

Prednisone, day 225, 7.5 mg., day 40.  Prednisone at 5:20 with banana bread.   Other meds at 8:15.

Our Christmas Eve family gathering was heartwarmingly wonderful or is it wonderfully heartwarming with Steve and Nikki, David, Sharon, and Ellis, Mary Beth, and Lynn Celek.  I took some photos but not enough good ones.  Steve and Nikki arrived at about 12:40, the others at about 4:30.  Ellis arrived in her party dress of brilliant sequins; she was, as usual, very loving and huggy to all of us throughout the evening, also very entertaining especially at dinner.  She's 10 years and 3 months old, going on 21.  Mary Beth, god bless her, asked if I had done any more paintings since she was last here and had me show her some of my 'masterpieces'   I learned that she was an art major in college.  The simple dinner of Nikki's lasagna, garlic bread, and Geri's salad, with or without dressing, was ready at about 6:30.  The center of gravity moved from the kitchen to the living room where Geri has the Christmas tree and where we had a fire in the fireplace for the only the first or second time since we moved into this house in September, 2011.  I didn't know whether the flue was open or shut because I hadn't been able to get down on the floor to stick my head into the fireplace to see, but Steve did it for me when he was here at Thanksgiving.  The center of gravity shifted to the sunroom where more good conversation occurred, including an interesting discussion of Luigi Mangione with Sharon the most vocal interlocutor.  We don't seem to have any rightwingers in our family so there was a lot of hostility expressed towards the health insurance industry and the corrupt American healthcare system generally, and also toward the media and the 'justice' system.  There was also conversation about Palm Springs, where Mary Beth has an RV, Joshua Tree National National Park, and Pando, the Trembling Giant aspen tree colony in Utah.  Conversation at dinner focused on tales of adventures and misadventures of Steve and David in their elementary and high school years, including Steve's Coast Guard rescue from an ice floe on Lake Michigan near the Hambrook house, its publicity/notoriety, and the subsequent calls from a stalking pervert: "Is the boy there?"  Steve'snew narrative was animated and dramatic and had everybody roaring, including Ellis.  We also heard of David's adventure egging David Evans' face and of David's and Steve's adventures with girlfriends, including the one who ruined the new furnace in our house on Newton Avenue.  We reminisced about Steve's bad choice in hosting a party at 3508 N. Murray when the house was uninhabited and the night I made him sleep in the garage because he came home late from a dance at the high school.  At the end of the evening, Steve & I shared our mutual affection and admiration, a very touching ending of a very wonderful day.

Geri was up bright and early at 7 a.m., emptying the dishwasher and starting the preparation for her pie-making (cherry and banana cream) and meal-making (prime rib roast, creamed spinach, potatoes, etc.)

Our Town, Christmas. In this morning's JSOnline:

A 6-year-old child was shot on Christmas morning, and Milwaukee police are investigating.  The shooting occurred just before 6 a.m. Wednesday on the 6100 block of N. 35th Street. The child was taken to a local hospital and was being treated for serious injuries.   The circumstances leading up to the shooting are under investigation, police said in a statement Wednesday.  No arrests have been made.  The investigation into this incident is ongoing, and Milwaukee police continue to seek an unknown suspect or suspects.

18 Questions, 40 Israeli thinkers; Netta Barak-Corren.  She is a brilliant, superbly articulate law professor at the Hebrew University in Jerusalem.


Tuesday, December 24, 2024

12/24/24

 Tuesday, December 24, 2024

D+49

1865 Several Confederate veterans formed the Ku Klux Klan in Pulaski, Tennesse

1939 Pope Pius XII made a Christmas Eve appeal for peace during World War II

1992 US President George H. W. Bush pardoned former National Security Advisor Robert McFarlane and former Secretary of Defense Caspar Weinberger for their roles in the Iran-contra affair

2001 "Time Magazine" named New York Mayor Rudy Giuliani 'Person of the Year', for leadership after the 9/11 attacks

In bed at 9,, awake at 2, and up at 2:30.  Lights out at 4:30 but no-go, back on again at 5:30.  

Prednisone, day 224, 7.5 mg., day 39.  Prednisone at 4:30 with banana bread.  Other meds at 5:30.  

The beginnings of tonight's dessert, Geri's homemade crust for her lemon meringue pie, following Nikki's lasagna.

    

Nikki's sauce for her lasagna in a perfect simmer



Democracy in America.  Democracy is everyone's second choice.  Our first choice would be to have the government and the compendium of laws and regulations that he wants, that he thinks is best, 'me-ocracy.'  Because we can't always get what we want (pace Mick Jagger), we settle for democracy that at least provides a chance to get some of what we want some of the time.  Both Kamala Harris and Donald Trump claimed to be running to protect democracy in America.  Their supporters believed that their opponents (now considered not merely adversaries, but enemies) were out to destroy democracy.  All of them were operating under the delusion that America is at bottom a real democracy, rather than an oligarchy or plutocracy, "the best government money can buy."   We think that because we have a system in which we are allowed to vote for Candidate A beholden to the moneyed interests of America or Candidate B beholden to the moneyed interests of America that this constitutes Democracy. The great anarchist Emma Goldman trutfully said "If voting changed anything, they'd make it illegal."  If those who voted for Trump in the last election believed that the Biden/Harris ticket represented Democracy, it was Democracy that has produced the political and economic system that has so very many Americans unhappy with the system, with their lives within it.  We are told that we get to select our leaders in 'free and fair elections', but only for leaders who appear on a ballot.  To appear on a ballot in an American election, one must normally prevail in two primary elections,  The second is the one in which ordinary citizens may vote.  The first and more important is the donor primary, the one in which one solicits the financial support necessary to participate meaningfully in the second unless that is a candidate is wealthy enough to self-finance his or her campaign.  Only rarely do we see a politician like Alexandra Ocasio-Cortez, a bartender who was able to successfully challenge a long-term Democratic congressman.  Incumbent members of the House seeking re-election are all but assured re-election. The re-election rate among all 435 members of the House has been as high as 98 percent in modern history, and it's rarely dipped below 90 percent.  Gerrymandered congressional districts largely eliminate competition in general elections.  With wide name recognition, and usually an insurmountable advantage in campaign cash, House incumbents typically have little trouble holding onto their seats against a primary challenger.  The major key to getting elected to political office in the U. S. is money and the people and institutions that have the most money have the most influence.  Hence, America's Golden Rule: He who has the gold makes the rules.  So much for Democracy in America.  Thus, Elon Musk with his personal fortune of $400,000,000,000 was able to cow virtually every Republican congressman last week into rejecting the bipartisan budget bill pushed by their leaders simply by threatening to fund primary opponents for any congressman who didn't vote against the bill.  Did DeTocqueville foresee this?  From Wikipedia:

Noting the rise of the industrial sector in the American economy, Tocqueville, some scholars have argued, also correctly predicted that an industrial aristocracy would rise from the ownership of labor. He warned that 'friends of democracy must keep an anxious eye peeled in this direction at all times', observing that the route of industry was the gate by which a newfound wealthy class might potentially dominate . . .


     -- Alteration --

You thought growing older

   would be more of the same, 

going a little slower, 

   walking a little lame. 


But you knew, or you were a fool, 

   that alteration is what we keep; 

tonight will not be the equal 

   of last night, even in sleep. 

     -- Hayden Carruth

18 Questions, 40 Israeli Thinkers, 18Forty.   I've been watching episodes of this series for the last few days and hope to see more.  The persons interviewed are asked the same questions and have different answers. "As an Israeli and a Jew, how are you feeling at this moment in Israeli history?". "What has been Israel's greatest success and greatest mistake in the current war against Hamas?",  "Which is more important, Judaism or democracy?" "What do you look for in deciding which Knesset party to vote for?", "Should Israel treat its Jewish and non-Jewish citizens the same?" "Now that Israel exists, what is the purpose of Zionism?", "Is anti-Zionism anti-semitism?", "Is the IDF the world's most moral army?", "What do you think is the most legitimate criticism leveled against Israel today?", "Do you think peace between the Israeli and the Palestinian communities will happen in your lifetime?", "What should happen with Gaza after the war?", "Where do you read news about Israel?", and "Do you have more hope or more fear for Israel and the Jewish people?"







Monday, December 23, 2024

12/23/24

 Monday, December 23, 2024

D+48

1971 Richard Nixon commuted the remaining 8 years of Teamsters labor union leader Jimmy Hoffa's 13-year jail term for bribery and fraud

2016 UN Security Council adopted the resolution demanding a halt to all Israeli settlement in Palestinian territory occupied since 1967. Resolution 2334 was  passed 14-0 with a US abstention.

In bed at 9, awake and up at 4:50, dreaming of receiving injections in Dr. Ryzka's office.     

Prednisone, day 223, 7.5 mg., day 38.  Prednisone at 5:00.  Other meds at 2:50.     



Lying in a Hammock at William Duffy's Farm in Pine Island, Minn. by James Wright

Over my head, I see the bronze butterfly,

Asleep on the black trunk.

Blowing like a leaf in green shadow,

Down the ravine behind the empty house,

The cowbells follow one anoher

Into the distances of the afternoon.

To my right,

In a field of sunlight between two pines,

The droppings of last year's horses

Blaze up into golden stones.

I lean back, as the evening darkens and comes on.

A chickenhawk floats over, looking for home.

I have wasted my life. 

 

 Depression in Wintoer by Jane Kenyon.

There comes a little space between the south side of a boulder

And the snow that fills the woods around it.

Sun heats the stone, reveals 

a crescent of bare ground: brown ferns

and tufts of needles like red hair,

acorns, a platch of moss, bright green . . .


I sank with every step up to my knees,

throwing myself forward with a violence

of effort, greedy for unhappiness -

until by accident I fund the stone,

with its secret porch of heat and light,

where something small could luxuriate, then

turned back down my path, chastened and calm.

   

After Our Daughter's Wedding by Ellen Bass

While the remnants of cake

and half-empty champagne glasses

lay on the lawn like sunbathers lingering

in the slanting light, we left the house guests

and drove to Antonelli's pond.

On a log by the bank I sat in my flowered dress and cried.

A lone fisherman drifted by, casting his ribbon of light.

"Do you feel like you've given her away?" you asked.

But no, it was that she made it

to here, that she didn't

drown in a well or die

of pneumonia or take the pills.

She wasn't crushed

under the mammoth wheels of a semi

on highway 17, wasn't found

lying in the alley

that night after rehearsal

when I got the time wrong.

It's animal. The egg

not eaten by a weasel. Turtles

crossing the beach, exposed

in the moonlight. And we

have so few to start with.

And that long gestation—

like carrying your soul out in front of you.

All those years of feeding

and watching. The vulnerable hollow

at the back of the neck. Never knowing

what could pick them off—a seagull

swooping down for a clam.

Our most basic imperative:

for them to survive.

And there's never been a moment

we could count on it.