A Grandfather's Perspective

Author: PAPA (Page 6 of 16)

CONTINUE READING HISTORY

In my last post I suggested that despite the clarity of good versus evil in the Hamas massacre there will be folks who see gray. It is difficult to understand. Propaganda is already countering the horrific butchery by claiming Palestine as victim and Isreal as aggressor facade. After 75 years most of the once intransigent Arab nations have given up on the elimination of Isreal. However, the old river to the sea slogan is still being stoked to keep the people of Palestine down while blaming Isreal. 300 miles of tunnels to protect the Mucky-Mucks? No above ground bunkers for the women, children and elderly who will die during a counter-offensive to a Hamas attack. Of course, hospitals, food and water would be better than bunkers or tunnels; especially if bunkers were not needed unless you attack and provoke a response. Use your noggins boys. Read history. Get in a position to form your own view of current events such as the October 7th attack.

Maybe start in the late 19th century. Papa skips over 1000s of years after many Jews dispersed from Cannan/Judea. In the 1800’s things were getting bad for Jews in Europe. Perhaps read about the persecution illustrated by the “Dreyfus Affair” in France. When things were going bad for the Jews around that time an idea sprang up that a homeland back in old Palestine might be just what the doctor ordered. Often seen as the start of Zionism. Like all ideas it started to perk along.

Palestine/Gaza/West Bank etc had been under Ottoman rule for about 400 years by then. No need for this posting to go back to all the other empires/Poo-Bahs who ruled the area for 1000s of years. Just know that there wasn’t a defined area known as a nation of Palistine. Jews AND Arabs both lived in that area. Usually under the foot of some boss. Along came World War One. Turkey was on the losing side. What to do with its domains? There had been talk within Allied circles of a Jewish homeland. The British were to over see Palastine. (Mandate) Its foreign secretary wrote a letter in support of a Jewish homeland. 1917 Balfour Declaration. That text made it into League Of Nations codification in 1923. Great Britain was to be responsible for establishing terms/conditions/timing of such a homeland. Things not only moved slow but the League itself was less than efficient.

Of course, its greatest failure was in not meeting its founding purpose; to stop another world war. I trust you know what World War Two meant for all Jews in Europe. Hitler and the Holocaust. In history the idea of Zionism, the Balfour Declaration and WWII resulted in many Jews going to Palestine where in 1948 Isreal was created as an independent nation by action of the United Nations. So too was there to be a nation for the Arabs of Palastine. Thus, the word partition. The US immediately recognized the new country. Arab nations immediately waged war. None wanted any part of the two state partition. Only Isreal accepted the concept. There were additional major wars in 1967 and 1973. There often were skirmishes near the borders over the years. Isreal has at times taken additional land/buffer for protection. One such area was taken from Eygypt after a war. That was Gaza. Most of the Gaza population are called Palestinians. Isreal has moved in and out of various territories after fighting off attacks. In addition to tamping down sources of future attacks they have to administer the territory. Headaches plus the crazies lob rockets into Isreal every so often. What a way to live. Isreal left Gaza most recently around 2005. The Palestinians elected Hamas to lead. Hamas has led them to poverty and they are used as fodder against Isreal. When propaganda tries to convince you that Hamas represents freedom fighters against occupiers; read history. (No additional election since 2006. No need; lots of opposing politicians just thrown off roof tops etc.)

The overall issues are said to be complicated. Seventy-five years have passed since Isreal was created. One side is still in a 1948 mindset. It’s clear they are unhappy with decisions made 75 years ago. Perhaps it is time to get over it. How long can you pick at a scab? It seems logical that if you start a war your people will get hurt by your actions. Claiming life is complicated does not justify murder/rape/pillage. Gearing up a propaganda machine doesn’t wash away blood. Nor does it change what is simple. Live with the decisions that the civilized world made under the UN banner. Make the best of Palistine not the worst. And, if given a second chance perhaps choose a goverment of non-butchers to represent you. (The West Bank is represented by a Palistian Authority that is itself going on about twenty years after its election to a four year term.)

More history: After WWII Japan and Germany were “occupied” for about seven years so that the damage done by their murderous leaders could be reversed. Decent countries today. It is estimated that Palistinians still would vote for Hamas if elections are held soon. It might be a good idea for the passage of time to cool down 75 years of indoctrinated hate towards Isreal/Jews. BTW: Papa often cites movies as another basis of memory. Look for films “I Accuse” and “Exodus.” The first has backgound of Dreyfus and the second 1948’s establishment of a Jewish state.

WAR AS HELL

Thre is no alternative to Isreal’s military action to dismantle the Hamas terror organization. Papa’s definitive statement is of course not universally held. Remarkably, many individuals/groups see alternatives. There are many whose base instinct is to recoil from war. Why? Because war is indeed hell. It can be argued that it is that recoil instinct that leads many politicians/leaders to war’s prelude. Appeasement. Time and again wars are started by those who don’t care if war is hell. They start the wars; especially if they sense weakness. A rational desire for peace is often viewed as an irrational invitation to aggression by fanatics, bullies and dictators.

It can be argued that the three current examples of aggressors include Iran, Russia and China. Isreal experienced absolute evil from fanatics on October 7th. The butchery was beyond belief. Less than a month later much of the civilized world is already moving away from the evil of Hamas (Iran) to hand wringing about proportional responses, international law and humaniatrian concerns centered on Isreal. Another upside down world view led by our media and what once were institutions of higher learning. And, never forget our wobbly politicians. The US is sending folks to confer with/pressure Isreal. Fully support but…types. Why not go down into a tunnel in Gaza and talk to the Palastine leaders holding hostages and who have committed actual war crimes? Is it possible that we are talking to/pressuring the wrong guys?

Of course appeasement after the fact also suits Hamas. (Iran) Much like a kid who hits a playmate and then hides behind his mother’s apron strings. We’ll all get along now. (Until the next time.) Sometimes war is not as complicated as news guys say. Sometimes it is simply good versus evil. Eisenhower said he was unprepared for the extent of Nazi brutality when he visited concentration camps. He wanted the media, nearby Allied soldiers and German citizens to witness the reality of the Holocaust. Already today deniers of October 7th are popping up. Surprisingly so at our universities. I’m sorry but stupidity shouldn’t exist there. When asked to condemn the Hamas slaughter of October 7th a professor out east was flippant; depends on when the clock starts she crowed. Another claimed feeling exhilerated by the carnage. I suspect they’d like Isreal to turn a blind eye to the next haymaker.

I’ll recommend it to your parents but they should decide if now is the time for you to view photos/videos that Isreal has published documenting October 7th. Some material was taken from cameras Hamas murderders used. It is simple evil. I looked at it reluctantly. It is disturbing. But it does sear in the mind what was called ‘why we fight’ motion pictures during World War Two. Part of what is good in the world now is responding with its military. The hell of war will severly impact the innocent once again. Every bit of suffering wil not generate one iota of concern with Hamas. Those fanatics only want to eliminate Isreal and kill. We have compassion for the innocent but stopping evil now prevents greater suffering in the future. Read history: Casualties at Normandy/Dresden/Hiroshima compared to “alternatives” possibly adding months/years to war. If you do look at Isreal’s documentation please use it to steel yourself against war and consider that “Peace through strength” has merit to avoid war.

HAIR

It is enjoyable to watch your developing interest in hair styling during your teen years. Until recently I assumed you had no clue what a comb looked like. Shaggy, sticky and unkept hair was the order of the day. My ears perked up when I overheard one of you mention how you wanted a barber to cut your hair. That is a topic I’ve been uncomfortable with ever since receiving my first haircut from Jimmy the barber on Greenfield Avenue. Seventy plus years later I hate being asked by a barber, “How do you want it cut today?” Just like the last cut but a bit shorter is my instinctive thought. (Continue what Jimmy started.)

Like you I eventually started using a comb. Perhaps I did so in self-defense against my mother brushing my hair before I toddled off to school. It felt like her instrument of torture was made of stiff wire. I began combing my hair just like Jimmy the barber. Still do. “Styling” never entered my combing vocabulary. (Papa has never been too high on styling points in a wide variety of areas.)

I wasn’t unaware of shaking things up a bit with hair. I knew a pompadour when I saw one. I’d seen the movies “Rock Around The Clock” and “Rebel Without A Cause.” Our high school had plenty of examples. To which I thought, “conformist”. The sixties brought in the shaggy bowl cut. Beatles. More “conformist” opportunity. My least favorite decade exposed all to “Hippie Long”. I’ve lost interest after going through stages of Faux Mohawks, Man Buns and versions of tails; duck and otherwise.

All in all, the hair style of the moment is harmless. Of course, there are some who view some hair styles as symbols of our national downfall/disgrace. Usually the concern is pointed at a specific person or group. The actual target is usually some form of activity/cause/belief that somehow threatens. Kinda like the P that stands for Pool which rhymes with T that stands for Trouble in “The Music Man”.

So, enjoy your journey into creating some pazzazz with your hair. Papa even admits to trying something different once. I thought a crewcut/brush would beasier. But, my hair was too fine and it flopped. As if 9th grade wasn’t hard enough. Remember that it is your personality and the brain power under your hair that count the most. Have fun with which ever hair style you enjoy.

SIFT AND WINNOW

The October 7th massacre in Israel should not cause Papa to bring out his bromide about sifting and winnowing. The monstrous events of that day present moral clarity of thought. Yet, I am dismayed that so many seem to easily lapse into various stages of moral confusion. Identifying pure and simple evil was easy. Yet, others have difficulty confronting evil. Does absolute evil drive some into a cacoon of comforting moral relativism? Perhaps a version of sticking one’s head in the sand? Or, another example of the education system failure to promote critical thinking? Or, today’s flood of news sources; both good and bad?

I am reminded about a walk taken on a sunny afternoon many years ago. A beautiful flower garden was at the border of what we once called a truck farm. Such small farming plots were close to or within the city limits. An old geezer in baggy overall jeans was tending his flowers. A conversation about seeds, soil and watering ensued. It was all very pleasant. Perhaps the old guy became comfortable with the chat as he reached into his back pocket and brought out a crumbled phamphlet. The leaflet featured a swastika beside Hitler’s face. He was eager to explain the source of all the world’s current problems. Antisemitic bile destroyed the old man’s perceived gentleness.

His propaganda was localized and limited to ragged old pages undoubtedly passed between like thinking cretins. In today’s world you will not only face in person purveyors of hate and mis-information but will also be exposed to many news sources as well as platform “news”. Now, more than ever, be vigilant in what you read/consume. When you are older, (BTW: Papa still thinks 21 is a better voting age than 18) your votes will help determine our leaders and you’d best start the sifting and winnowing process early and often. When sorting things out in a confused world it might be valuable to recognize that sometimes pure evil does exist and it is up to no good. Muddled messages and thinking doesn’t necessarily equate to profound thought. Simplicity can exist and often be correct.

HIBERNATION

Papa has not been sleeping during my long hiatus from posting content. As usual there has been a lot of thinking going on. Sight Point is an atmosphere conducive to contemplation. My return to posting after months is not attributable to releasing pent up wisdom. Rather, there is an internal need to pay homage to a bear. It is a good way to come out of my personal hibernation.

Do not be shocked that Papa is going to say something positive about a Chicago Bear. It is good to have a tiny bit of tolerance. I post today because of a vivid memory from 1963. A football fan’s spirit can rise or fall or soar or be crushed a zillion times. All the good times or bitter losses soon fade. However, I have a few football moments that are seared into my memory. When the man who cemented one such memory recently died I wanted to pay tribute to him by telling you of a chilly day at Camp Randall. One particular play impressed me so much that I am reminded that there are many great players but only a few are super great.

I assume Papa was hoping for a comeback win when I saw a Wisconsin back scoot around end with what appeared to be a path towards the end zone. Maybe I was in section S or T because the angle of my vision showed only a few Illinois players with slim hopes of stopping the Badger runner. The rise and fall of hope. From the corner of my eye I saw a blur going from left to right across the field. To this day I believe he came fom the other hash mark. Any dream of a win was obliterated by a crushing tackle at the sideline. He came like an arrow across the field and hit his target dead center. I recall thinking that was one hell of a football player. I had to look at the program to match his number with a name. That man was Dick Butkus.

I’M AIMING FOR 100+

I’ve mentioned that I have not voted for a major political party candidate for President since 2012. Today’s brief connection to TV and the internet demonstrated that 2024 may extend that streak. The possible rematch of two titans dominates the news. It is nearly 100% all day long that one guy is a Boozo. The other is an old guy who parlayed his position for wealth. Constant. Where are the grownups in politics, the media or this new thing called social media? My recent visit to Mount Rushmore convinced me we need folks in all walks of life with integrity. As solid as the rock depicting those four Presidents. It’s a potential easy solution. Each citizen needs to focus on matters other than personal gratification or accumulated astounding wealth. Establish a moral code and follow it.

I think there are now over seventy criminal charges pending on Trump. Over charging was sometimes welcomed when I did defense work. A prosecutor has to prove all the cases to a jury. They may have some strong charges but for every weak allegation there is potential to raise doubt everywhere. A jury might start to think that if so many charges are dubious, perhaps that might be true of stronger charges. Papa viewed such prosecutors as having a lack of confidence. Trump of course is another story. Political intent is added to the equation. So, with rumored cases posible in various additional jurisdictions Papa is betting that more than 100 charges might be pending by the next time I access TV or the internet.

Piling on could actually end up helping Trump. It is hard to imagine him as victim. He brings so much of this on himself. When he’s treated unfairly, as has been demonstrated beyond a doubt, he’s incapable of turning it to his advantage. Keep your mouth shut and let others put a spotlight on the abuses of the other side. He doesn’t laser in on the evidence but rather diverts away from what could be a positive for him and says something outragous and not in his own interest. That personality doesn’t belong carved into rock. So, America’s politicians and movers and shakers continue to violate Papa’s prime rule. It’s okay to act/be silly; just don’t do silly.

However, this blog is for hope. I do not give up hope that, somehow and someway, I will vote for a major party candidate next year. I’d better; time is runing out.

COAST TO COAST

In 1962 my brother and I joined three friends from college and drove to the Seattle World’s Fair. It was a memorable trip. I relived an aspect of that trip this week while I make the cross country trek to Sight Point. I was just as impressed by the beauty of an area near Coeur d Alene, Idaho as I was 61 years ago. Its scenic landscape extends for miles into Montana. The mountain lake surrounded by beautiful pine/fir is spectacular. One’s spirit rises throughout the journey. What a great memory to celebrate.

Another fond memory fom that excursion was a visit to San Francisco. Yes, after driving from Madison to Seattle on the compressed time table of a spring break, why would’t young men full of themselves believe that there was plenty of time to swing down to California before returning to school. That city was full of life. It had an exciting vibe to it. Landmarks were eveywhere. From Fisherman’s Wharf to the Embarcadero to Nob Hill to the Top of the Mark and out to Tanforan Raceway we didn’t miss a beat. Surely not the music and entertainment beat on Braodway at the Hungry Eye, Big Al’s and the Condor Club. Carol Doda’s place. Throw in the Golden Gate and we were happy travelers as we raced back home. That memory I do not wish to ruin by re-visiting that once majastic city. Even when I visted your parents in the area in the 1990’s it had lost much of its luster. Kind of seedy and shabby in a worn out way. Today’s reported conditions would make me cry if I saw it in person. Too many “activists” city fathers have lost sight of primary responsibilities. They fail to follow what was once known as “Sewer Socialists” in Milwaukee.

Yet, America’s beauty persists. One can only hope that man’s do-gooders keep their eager hands off nature. My initial drive west through the Columbia Gorge was stunning. God sort of took a creative break from The Dalles to Spokane. Thereafter, on route I-90 the countryside is more than par right to the Illinois border. Once that semi-circle of haze was completed pleasant scenery resumed right to Papa’s objective. 4000 miles! (More or less)

FRANK CHURCH

When I was young I thought political office might be in my future. I still love all things historical/political. From afar nowadays. However, in the 1960’s I wanted to be involved. I’ve mentioned in this blog that when I was growing up (I know; not there yet.) it was difficult to distinguish left from right in the news media and even between political parties. So, I asked your great-grandfather who was political on a local level. He advised attending the local democrat/republican party meetings. Sort it out was his advice. I did.

I made inquiries. With invitations in hand I attended a few meetings of each local party. They were nice but I walked away with my socks intact. I had hopes that they’d be engaging on issues and policies. It seemed more like “the other guys are bad guys and we are the good guys.” The objectives discussed were not about making the country/state/county better or simply providing good government. Win. Beat the other guy. That was the formula to make eveything better. To me it seemed like a flip the coin situation. I had been enthused by JFK but at the time I could lean either way depending on the issue or the candidate.

That continued to be my mindset during the historic Watergate era. I could see merit on both sides and good in various candidates in those days. The national parties were of course rivals but not so much in the good guys/bad guys mode I had witnessed locally. For example, for the Civil Rights Act of 1964, senators and representatives from both parties fought side by side. I felt that was good government as envisioned when learning civics. For nearly three months democrats filibustered against the law. In the end it was a bi-partisan victory.

Likewise, when impeachment loomed for Presidnt Nixon, there was bi-partisanship throughout the various investigations. My memory of Howard Baker is just as vivid as is that of Sam Ervin. I remember that Nixon resigned the day after republicans paid him a visit and told him he was toast. Barry Goldwater leading that delegation sticks in my mind. My mind may play games with my memory but I believe efforts to “pile on” charges against Nixon lost Rather, tight professional charges were focused on in the impeachment.

Which brings me to Frank Church, the democrat senator from Idaho at the time. Abuses dating back for decades by the CIA/FBI were exposed during Watergtate. Our supposed protectors were lawlessly out of control. Years of shame. A stain on our founding principles. Senator Church chaired an investigative committee that found even more outrageous conduct by the unelected heads of these and other agencies. Again, there was a fairly bi-patisan effort. I don’t recall a minority report. The committee put sunshine on the abuses and made recommendations to guard against future misconduct.

All of which is part of Papa’s past of voting for candidates of both parties depending on how I viewed their ability to govern and represent my principles. I might lean one way or another at times depending on issues. Except when there was only one or two candidates on the ballot I did not vote straight tickets. I didn’t see either party as good enough I’d go 100% goo-goo voting blind tickets. It amazes me people do.

However, current circumstances have changed me. I am on my way to Sight Point where I left my copy of the Mueller Report. I remember reading that document that came to a no wrongdoing conclusion and thought so many words that said nothing but appeared to say soemthing dire had been amiss. To this average legal mind I saw fluff. I recently read the Durham Report and that was a professional product. It showed by clear and convincing evidence that the FBI/CIA/IRS and others were involved in abuses that make a mockery of the concerns raised by the Church Committee. That committee’s corrective actions either never took or that slow moving giant iceberg of the administrative state still needs a major overhaul. At a personal level I am shocked at the lack of bi-partisan outrage at what is worse that what we learned from the Church Committee. I will hereafter look for any member of the democrat party who is as outraged as were both parties in the 1970’s. It’s impossible to read the Durham Report and not be concerned. From my perspective nearly all democrats have shrugged off the obvious.

It may be that the ends justify the means to them. But, there is a much bigger principle at stake now. I believe that the hurch Committee memebers would see the clear and present dangers.

BTW, I rote some of this when passing through Senator Church’s state of Idaho on Papa’s recent folly. More on that as I drive if reliable internet is found.

THE OLD ACE IN THE HOLE

If you think Papa may again be lost in the past with a 1950’s movie, this post is not about the ultra cynical press of today. Just as in the film there is for sure a fast buck to be made with today’s shameless news media. However, today I wish to address another humorous aspect of death.

For years when friends and family discussed someone who recently passed I’d say we are all one serious diagnosis away fom the end. After nods all around, the discussion would turn to hoping one dies while asleep. No one wants the long, painful death. That is when I’d pipe in and claim my early onset heart disease was my “ace in the hole.” No lingering death for me. Over and out. I take strange comfort from my four1988 CABGs.

My April 7th post was about humor in the face of the final curtain. In some respects humor faded for Papa when he migrated west. I suspect this is one of the first places humor went to die. However, today I’m talking about actual death. Who better to discus the subject with than my brother again. He has his own medical issues but he is solid with the family’s genetic heart condition. Heart by-pass, valves, re-dos, and congestive heart failure. It’s an imprssive check list. So, during a recent telephone conversation he told about slowing down. Not feeling peppy. Lousy at some times.

Then he said it. “When is that old ace in the hole going to kick in?” Humor is still alive. We laughed of course. So much of our life together has revolved around jokes and snappy come backs. Banter is good for the soul. I know that the times and culture has changed but it gives me great joy when I hear one of you with a good zinger. It proves your minds are working. Gives hope. It’s hard to bury a good sense of humor.

MEMORIES FOR MEMORIAL DAY

This weekend pays respect to those who died in the service of our country. However, earlier this week Papa was reminded of a joyous outcome from the Vietnam War. When I was in law school I had a roommate from North Dakota. It was a super state in my eyes. It provided me a good roommate. People from North Dakota were close knit. If Phil Jackson was in town to play basketball, 20 or 30 kids showed up at the game. A few were in college, some had local jobs and others were simply passing through town. Everyone from ND knew everyone else. So, it did not surprise me that around 1966 an Air Force pilot showed up at our apartment doorstep. He was on his way to Vietnam.

To prove that alcohol does not eliminate one’s memory, a statement he made stuck with me. His dream in combat was to find an enemy supply train and attack and destroy it. A laudable ambition in war I suppose. However, in the deep recess of my mind at the time was the sentiment from a popular song. Please General Custer I don’t want to go! It was a time when all honorable young males faced the reality of military service. It wasn’t long after that evening that we received word that he had been shot down. I don’t recall any further news. Time slipped and surged forward. Graduation, marriage and soon it was my time to deploy to Vietnam. Followed by an eventual return home for me. For others their fates lingered in time.

This week’s news included covering a celebration marking the 50th anniversary of the return of the Vietnam POWs. My recall from 1973 was of several return flights, all televised. Spread out over weeks/months depending on the health condiiton of the heros. This week my memory returned to the day in Fort Ord that I witnessed Loren Torkelson of North Dakota step off his Freedom Bird. He was alive and free. I didn’t know he was alive until his name flashed on the TV. Fifty years ago. I am glad for the reminder of that good memory.

This weekend my memory will return to the other two men with whom I had some connection. A high school classmate of my brother and my fraternity brother at Wisconsin. Both were pilots in Vietnam. Both were lost/killed in action. I mourn their loss. And for all of life that they missed. I’ll always remember them as young. Unlike me and the old vet passing out poppies at the grocery store today. It’d be difficult for either of us to raise our arms high enough, quickly enough to give a proper salute much less soldier. During only a few minutes of conversation two old goats had more in common than the fraility of age. Our connection was formed when we were young. It’s mostly unspoken. It is just there. That simple interaction is something I wish Bill and Norm had lived to experience.

I did get a poppy for each of you. I always do. It’s a good symbol. Take some time and think about it. As you go through life I urge you to be a good citizen. It’s the right thing to do. And, it is perhaps a small sign of respect for the sacrifice of men represented by the poppy. This year’s family get together will of course include Papa’s music. A heavy dose of the 1940’s. Humm along.

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