Winter in America: Democracy Gone Rogue
by: Henry A. Giroux,
t r u t h o u t | Op-Ed
March 4, 2010
The absolute ... spells doom to everyone when it is introduced into the political realm.- Hannah Arendt [1]
Democracy in the United States is experiencing both a crisis of meaning and a legitimation crisis. As the promise of an aspiring democracy is sacrificed more and more to corporate and military interests, democratic spheres have largely been commercialized and democratic practices have been reduced to market relations, stripped of their worth and subject to the narrow logics of commodification and profit making. Empowerment has little to do with providing people with the knowledge, skills, and power to shape the forces and institutions that bear down on their lives and is now largely defined as under the rubric of being a savvy consumer. When not equated with the free market capitalism, democracy is reduced to the empty rituals of elections largely shaped by corporate money and indifferent to relations of power that make a mockery out of equality, democratic participation and collective deliberation.
As the technology becomes more advanced, the drones will be mounted with taser guns, rubber bullets and other non-lethal weaponry in order to contain allegedly unruly individuals and crowds.[12] High-tech weapons have already been used on American protests and as the state relies more and more on military values, money and influence to shape its most basic institutions, the use of organized violence against civilians will become more commonplace. For instance, at the 2009 G20 summit of world leaders, democracy took a hit as the Pittsburgh police used sonic canons against protesters.[13] These high-tech weapons were used previously by the US military against Somali pirates and Iraqi insurgents and create sounds loud enough to damage eardrums and potentially produce fatal aneurysms. In public schools, surveillance has become so widespread that one school in Rosemont, Pennsylvania, issued over 1,800 laptops to high school students and then used the Webcams fitted on the computers to spy on students. The mainstream media hardly blinked and the public yawned.A little while ago, I was drinking from a glass of water, and noticed a small speck of something floating in it that looked much as a piece of cracker would look if it were that small.
Sts. Peter and Paul is a Polish parish in Tacoma, WA. I went to a mass last Sunday. I am not catholic, or Polish, or even religious, but I did want to check out the cultural values and traditions at this site, and see the insides of the church.
The English mass is at 9:00 and the Polish mass is at 11:00. I went to the Polish mass, because I want to practice hearing Polish. I studied Polish in the Army Language School back in the 60's, to become a language "specialist", even though I never became a super-linguist. I can read a Polish newspaper or simple book, and I can pronounce pretty well, but understanding spoken Polish on the spot is more challenging for me.
This church is well cared for. Once inside, the first thing I admired were the stained-glass windows. I'm guessing that maybe these windows predate the existing building, and were originally in some other structure, e.g., the old building nearby which apparently serves as a church-hall. (That building still has the original cornerstones, proving that this is a long-standing Polish community.)
It seemed like the mass was very traditional. It proceeded very formally and no-nonsense, though, predictably, I could not understand much of what was said. Only a couple of times I heard the words "na wieki", and a few numbers that were apparently dates that the priest was citing in announcements. Other than that, you could have told me it was English spoken backwards and I would have believed you. I'm so gullible.
There were no books in the pews to follow the liturgy, but there were hymnals provided, with the words only, so I did my best to sing along with the hymns. My vocal powers in this scenario are pretty weak. I have played in Polish masses and concerts back in Buffalo, and I have especially good memories of playing concerts of Polish and other European choral music under the baton of Tom Witakowski, a professor of music at Buffalo State College. So it's embarrassing that I can't sing very well.
Once the parishioners departed I was able to take some pictures as mementos. It was serendipitous that the weather brightened up just as the mass ended. In fact, it was a balmy 56 degrees outside and when the sun is shining in Tacoma this feels warm.
The hills in Tacoma are high, like San Francisco. Outside the church and up a short block, the street ends, and there is a old cement staircase rising up a high hill, which looks to me like it should lead to some outdoor shrine. But once at the top, there is only an abandoned school building.
A Digression
Although I am not religious, I am aware that the Polish Catholic church played a significant role in ending Communist domination in Poland. And I remember also that Catholic priests and nuns in Latin America gave their lives for the cause of social justice.
That is why I am particularly disturbed by the spread of right-wing extremism in the Catholic church.
For decades, the Catholic Campaign for Human Development (CCHD) has worked to empower people in low-income communities. Despite CCHD's successes, the Catholic Right is now trying to discredit the program and take away its funding. Just last week, a coalition of anti-social justice groups launched a petition campaign calling on the U.S. Catholic Bishops to suspend all national CCHD grants.
Right-wing propaganda is spreading lies at an alarming rate, and not just within the Catholic Church. Recently, I learned of an upcoming "History Channel" show on the Kennedys that grossly distorts history with the intent of trashing the Kennedys and their Catholic faith.
Words matter, and so does history. It is this type of media hate-mongering that lead to the slaughter in Rwanda, and it can happen in this country too.
Przezi?bi?em si?. Ale to by?o dawno temu. Kiedy jeste? m?ody, to si? dzieje bardzo cz?sto, zw?aszcza kiedy ?yje si? na zimnym terenie, jak w Detroit, gdzie ja wyros?em, --- czy w Buffalo, gdzie mieszka?em przez trzydzie??i lat, prawie po?ow? mojego ?ycia -- d?u?ej ni? w ?adnym innym mie?cie.
Ale teraz ja nigdy nie przezi?buj? si?, -- tylko zostaj? od dnia na dzien troszeczk? starszy, i od czasu do csasu bardziej zm?czony.
?ona wk?ada du?? nadziej? we wnuków i wnuczki, i ja przyznaj?, i? to dobry pomys?. ?ona równie? dba o wszystko, je?eli chodzi o rodzin? i przyjació? -- ona wierzy w odwiedzenie wszystkich krewnych, -- jak na przyk?ad mojej matki, ktora ma 94 lat. Na tym ?ona ma racj?, ja przyznaj?.
Czasami ludzi nie wierz? w odwiedzenie krewnych. I zdaje mi si?, ?e taci ludzi cz?sto myl? si?.
Ona lubi podró?owa?. I my w?drujemy razem.
?ona zawsze ma racj?, i ja zawsze chodz? za nj?, -- jestem zwolennikiem jej. Najcz?sciej.
As of New Year's, we had turned a corner. Christmas was over. Some of my gifts went over well, others not so well. The card on the left I made for my wife. This was the only Christmas gift that I made myself, from my own mind. Originally I thought it was going to be the Christian fish symbol, but then I digressed from there.
My wife gave me a new capuccino steaming cup, which works a lot better than the last one. I remember my brother gave us our first espresso maker back in the 90's, and it took us three years before I figured out how to use it. Helps to have capuccino around in good times and bad. Like the Beatle lyric, it takes a sad song and makes it better.
In that spirit, here's a little Violin Duet of Mozart (Violin Duo 11 from KV Anh. 152/153) that I offer as a New Year's tune. This is by far the most demanding home-recording project I have worked on to date.
I hope that you may find some enjoyment despite and along with the human imperfections -- or, as Dylan said, "And if you see vague traces of skipping reels of rhyme, to your tambourine in time, I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a ragged clown behind, it's just a shadow that you're seeing that he's chasing."
Note that in the final bar I removed the G (the dominant 7th) from the first violin part. The G and the lower E, when played together, sounded out of tune, even though each note sounded in tune when played alone.
Has anybody had that problem?
This has to do with the music at a particular wedding -- my daughter's. I've spent a lot of time responding to opinions or answering people's questions about the wedding music, and now I've decided that I want to tell the narrative of how we did it.
| "the musicians ... expressed their appreciation." |
Susan booked the music for the reception, and I was in charge of the ceremony music. The added challenge for both Susan and me was that we lived on the West Coast and the wedding was to take place in Buffalo, NY.
The groom was from Puerto Rico, and the ceremony was to be bilingual, at a Catholic church with a large Puerto Rican membership.
Susan decided to use bagpipes to lead the processional. Since Salsa music was planned for the reception, this was to represent Susan's Celtic ancestry.
Let me say that this is something I didn't need to be talked into. As a musician, I am entranced by the spell-binding thrill of bagpipes, with their otherworldly, mixolydian sound. Susan decided that there would be no prelude music, so that the processional would be more dramatic after the silence. I think this was a good instinct. She also wanted Irish drums, but the piper resisted this idea, so it was dropped.
That didn't matter, because there was no need for drums. The piper was very talented, and a multi-instrumentalist as well. During the ceremony he also played a cello solo from a Bach partita. His presence really enhanced the ceremony. All the musicians who were there expressed their appreciation.
I am glad that I was able to locate the right musician and help plan the music. I am also glad we chose to have bagpipes. Of course, this has been done at many weddings, but not often enough to be a fad. They lent a real pizazz to the ceremony.
So all went well. A couple of months later, we did hear a rather disparaging remark about bagpipes, in reference to Susan and Pedro's wedding. It turned out that the person who made the remark had not been at the wedding. But he took strong exception to the presence of bagpipes at any wedding ceremony, ever. He is not a musician.
Robert Strybel, Warsaw Correspondent
Marek Edelman, the last surviving leader of the 1943 Warsaw Jewish Ghetto Uprising recently died in his Warsaw home at the age of 87. A supporter of the Bund (Jewish socialist party), during the Nazi German occupation of Poland, he helped set up the leftist Jewish Combat Organization (Zydowska Organizacja Bojowa).
Following the suicide of its commander Mordechai Anielewicz, Edelman took over the command. He survived the crushing of the ill-fated rising and the liquidation of the Warsaw Ghetto, which the Germans reduced to rubble. After his escape, he joined the underground Home Army (Armia Krajowa) and the following year fought in and also survived the Warsaw Uprising.
Since he had been born in Homel, Poland (now Belarus), located in the one-half of Poland annexed by Stalin and never returned, after the war Edelman gave his place of birth as Warsaw to avoid being sent to the USSR. He studied medicine, became a medical doctor and spent most of his life in the central city of Lodz.
Although communist Poland claimed to be building socialism, of which Edelman had been a life-long advocate, he soon became disillusioned with life in a totalitarian state. When most of Poland's surviving Jews left the country in the wake of the communist party's 1968 anti-Semitic purge, Edelman stayed put. "Nobody is going to tell me what to do or where to go,"
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Who said I wasn't born? (But I'll be lucky if I figure this out while I'm still alive.)
Detroit City I came from Detroit City,
When I finally got back to,
Well my friend worked at a graveyard, Well my head reads like a textbook, |
"Previously unreleased" footage from the wedding.
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Everybody had a good time. The music was enjoyable. Though not pictured, I was on the floor. I must've looked odd, though, because some people tried to coach me. So I gave it up: It's not worth the embarassment. I loved the other dancers, however. For the father and bride dance, Uncle B. did a nice rendering of a Dylan ballad which I wish I had recorded. |
M.E. has said that she never knew that I drew pictures. To me, that's like someone saying they never knew that I played the violin. Art is supposed to be part of my identity.
True, I haven't kept up with it like I "should" have; I don't have a workshop..I just dabble in it. I'm really an amateur.
But amateurs can do stuff.
This picture is dealing with the decorative triangles that I have been interested in. What started as a triangulated stovepipe on the left emerged as a faux-exotic column with striped crown.
I seem to be avoiding a deeper impulse that has been stifled or perhaps has lost its significance.
If I practice more, will I get better? Years ago, one teacher, looking at my gimmicky imagery, said that it was going to be a "struggle".