Go Vote…like your life depends on it!

Sitting at the Red Garter bar alone on a Friday night, a perky young blond woman sips on her watered-down drink.

I’m considering aloud which beer to order.

Would I like the light, citrusy Barrio Brewery beer on tap?

“Oh, that’s a good one,” she chimes in, which leads to more chatting.

“I don’t vote,” she tells me. “My husband knows all about that government stuff. I don’t.”

“It’s not a big deal,” I assure her. “You’re a nurse. You’ve got a brain.”

On education, she’s clearly frustrated by the size of her six-year-old son’s first-grade classroom. “Thirty-two kids in first grade is too much,” she repeats at least three times.

“See, you know how to vote. Who’s going to do something for education, for your son? Arizona ranks last in per-pupil spending behind Mississippi and Alabama,” I say.

“Really?” She seems distressed for her dishonored home state.

“Garcia, the Democratic candidate, is a former teacher,” I tell her.  “This governor hasn’t done a thing for education. In fact, he mysteriously disappears funds allotted for it.”

“Oh, he was a teacher,” she says, encouragingly.

Perhaps she’ll end up voting for the first time, a professional woman in her thirties. Imagining that her husband is on the other side, that she’s afraid to speak up in opposition, I feel sorry for her.

So this is what we’re up against: nonvoters. But The Pew Research Center reports that primary voting is up, especially for Democrats.

Here’s what we can do: chat more about the importance of the 2018 midterm elections – at bars, schools, dentist offices, or waiting in line  to check out at Trader Joe’s.

Will it be more effective than anonymously knocking on strangers’ doors, which I’ve done in the past? I don’t know. It’s worth a try. Let’s go surfing for a Giant Blue Tsunami on Nov. 6!   0901go vote

Posted in Bopping Around Tucson, politics, The inconvenient truth about education | Tagged , , , , , | 4 Comments

Primary Work

Guessing each voter’s party affiliation is tiring.

My job as the Opposing Party Judge at the August 28 Arizona Primary allowed me to ask each voter to choose a party ballot.

She’s a Latina so she must be a Democrat, I thought, but at least five well-dressed Latina women veered to the other side.

How come? Teaching at Catalina Foothills High School I discovered that wealthier Latinos held tight to their dollars, and could be as greedy and heartless as some of their white counterparts.

I worked hard for my moneyed status, or my people gained citizenship ‘the right way’ [without trekking through the treacherous Sonoran Desert in scorching heat to reach the U.S. border].

The lovely woman sitting in her wheelchair to my right  — the Republican judge who signed voters in — was reading “The Chicken Soup Guide to the Christian Woman’s Soul.”

“My family was in the military. They were Democrats who referred to the other side as ‘communists,'” she told me. “They were mad when I transitioned to the Republican party a few years ago.”

I didn’t ask why she made such a stupid move as a disabled woman who couldn’t afford medical treatment. So determined was I to not discuss politics, a milestone for me.

Most older men clung to the Republican side.

As she requested a Republican ballot one middle-aged woman said, “I’m beginning to wonder why.” I kept quiet and stayed calm.

After the polls closed a Republican co-worker opined that the Electoral College should be eliminated.

“Well, we would have a different president if that were true,” I said, adding the Hillary Clinton would have won by three million popular votes.

“Oh, I didn’t know that, I only vote,” the lovely disabled woman said.

Of the 2,500 voters in our precinct who opted to vote in person, instead of by mail, three to one requested Democratic ballots, a good sign in hoping-to-flip Arizona.

My favorite sight of the day — regardless of party — occurred when a child accompanied a parent into the voting booth.

Our grandmotherly Republican election inspector stuck an “I voted” sticker on each “helper.”

I can only hope that each of those kids will be better informed voters when it’s their turn to step up.

 

 

 

 

Posted in Bopping Around Tucson, politics | Tagged , , , , , , , , | 4 Comments

Walking Weather in Tucson

If it’s under 80 degrees by 8 a.m., I’m out the door. Friday is Sabino Canyon day. All the recent rain popped circles of orange blossoms atop barrel cacti. Ocotillo branches are leafing out again. The verdant Catalinas harbor happy creatures, I’m guessing; bighorn sheep, black bears, wild turkeys, and other vegans munch on tall grasses high above hikers.

It’s a gray, cool as fall day.

IMG_1816

“Hi Mr. Sabino Canyon,” I call out, as the African-American man runs up the canyon.

“Hi kiddo,” he responds, connecting briefly for a fist pump.

“How often do you come up here?” He’s there whenever I am, imagining pre-Tucsonan native people navigating their horses in the 9,000-plus feet Catalina Mountains.

“Oh, four to six times a week,” he smiles.  “Nice to see you!”

He greets every passerby. I don’t know his name. Next time perhaps I’ll ask.

“It must be fall,” I repeat to Dan. Walking weather will improve as 100-plus days subside.

I require destinations for my ambling. Saturday mornings take me to the Douglas Spring Trail at Speedway’s end. A post-walking visit to Farmer Joe’s Tanque Verde Farm sparks my weekend with tender purple eggplants, pungent arugula (a weed aka rocket plant), stunning pink beets, and a tiny snack bag of tiny tomatoes to explode in my mouth on my drive home.

Later in the day if it’s cool enough I’ll walk to a movie at the Loft or El Con.IMG_1810

Yesterday I saw “The Cakemaker” (really good but I’d like to discuss). “Three Identical Strangers” mysteriously unraveled as last week’s date night stroll.

Spike Lee’s “Black Klansman” is playing at El Con. Good reason for an early afternoon walk. I watched many young people streaming into the nearly full theatre. Perhaps they’ll learn some essential history about the Civil Rights Movement?

Walking governs my life like a benevolent dictator.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Posted in Bopping Around Tucson, For Love of History, Visual Entertainment | Tagged , , , , , , , | 4 Comments

There are places I remember…

Our July road trip started out right with us collaborating to become the Alpine, Arizona, trivia champions. For one night. I knew that Thomas Jefferson was an architect. Dan’s  logic brought the win home. A free dinner was ours.

Following two days in the cool Alpine mountain air, staying at the wonderful Alpine Inn, we headed out. (I loved that co-owner Burke and I agreed that this country’s problems probably stem from Americans chowing down too much junk food. His breakfasts were scrumptious!)

Driving from Arizona into northwest New Mexico, the landscape of another planet looms in the desert. Hailing from New England, the views still dazzle, even after living here for sixteen years.

IMG_1597

Shiprock

Driving out west lands travelers on Mars. Take Moab, Utah, with its red rock extravagance. Driving out west anchors travelers in a deep ocean of history.

Arizona’s Canyon de Chelly wowed us thirty years ago with an Indian in the Cupboard moment, glimpsing tiny human beings and trucks from its rim. It still wows.

IMG_1751

This was to be my Colorado trip: Pagosa Springs, Salida, Fort Collins, and Steamboat Springs, where hot springs beckoned. The most gorgeous drive I’ve ever experienced — along with the highest mountains at 12,000 feet — transported us to the Continental Divide on the way to Breckinridge, a too chic resort town we’ll avoid next time (there will be a next time for Ouray and other stops along Colorado’s Million Dollar Highway).

My least favorite day was driving across South Dakota, although some more little-known sights than Mount Rushmore or the Black Hills may be worth seeing.

Who doesn’t want a generous, kind heart like the Tin Man at the Land of OZ park in Aberdeen?

IMG_1721

A Lakota woman’s call to Dignity touched my heart at a rest stop in Chamberlain.

IMG_1628

The weirdest stop of all was in Alliance, Nebraska: Carhenge is a replica of England’s Stonehenge, uh, built with cars!

IMG_1616

But the best stop? Seeing my darling grandson, 18-month-old Foss, and my dear son and daughter-in-law at their home in Minneapolis.

IMG_1638

And, driving back to Tucson after two and a half weeks of incredible in-car collaboration, bumping along Indian Route 15, road signs remind us: “Drive in Beauty.”

Posted in Family Matters, For Love of History, Nature Girl, Out West | Tagged , , , , , , , , | 3 Comments

Are Congressional Republicans akin to potted plants? How about Wyoming Republicans?

Here we are in Casper, Wyoming, the state most supportive of Trump. Sipping on a glass of New Zealand Sauvignon Blanc, eating dill salmon salad sitting in a half avocado, I survey the scene at J’s Pub and Grille.

Nice people all. “I was in the church near Glasgow this week [in eastern Montana],” one man says. I’ve been there — not the church — but campaigning for my favorite presidential candidate, George McGovern in 1972. Perhaps the young men at his table were theology students, hoping to do good in the world.

How could they be, I wonder, if they support current Republican extremism, its faith in liberty above all else? That is, liberty only for themselves to make as much money as possible. Empathy for others? Nah.

Republicans, Don’t Just Tweet About It. Do Something, by Charles J. Sykes, author of “How the Right Lost Its Mind.”

Here’s a link to the piece in the NYTimes, July 22, 2018:

“Republicans in Congress need to realize that they’re not merely constitutional potted plants.”

Ordinary people are most often sunflowers, smiling and sturdy.

How I would love to play journalist in these tiny Great Plains/Mountain towns we’ve been driving through!

“Why, please tell me why, you’re a Republican?” I’d ask. “You’re polite. You smile at me with my weird purple hair.”

Casper citizens have a sense of humor. They love their dogs and their kids. IMG_1741

Casper’s seven strange “wonders of  the world” :

IMG_1744

What was this tall white tower? If you stand underneath it and look up and spin around, you supposedly feel like you’re in an egg beater, which wasn’t to our liking (that’s Dan walking away).

I look forward to reading Our Towns by Jim and Deborah Fallows. 

Their experiences, and mine on this July’s road trip is that friendliness and decency prevail if you don’t discuss politics.

I’m itching to do so. But I remain quiet (who me?).

This morning we ate breakfast at Patty’s Place in Belle Fourche, South Dakota. The owner wore a tie dye t-shirt, played Sixties rock ‘n’ roll. He collected bottles of hot sauce, with labels from Jamaica to California. He also made his own. Perhaps it was like growing his own weed.

An old hippie, I thought. I didn’t ask.

IMG_1729

I believe there is good in the world. But why are there Republicans?

Posted in Fight wimpiness, It's only rock 'n' roll, Journalism/Writing, politics, The Rest of the World | Tagged , , , , , , | 4 Comments

Registering people to vote

Yesterday was a long, tiring day at the Tucson Jewish Community Center.  Watching lines of young swimmers smiling by our table, severely disabled kids in wheelchairs, and exercisers of all ages, my book club pals and I registered only three voters.

Reporting from the JCC microcosm of prospective voters was eye-opening.

Results of our little study:

— At least seven or eight people said they couldn’t speak English or weren’t able to vote.

One young women gleefully told us, “I’m a resident. I’ll be voting as soon as I’m a citizen!”

An older Anglo woman simply said, “I can’t” (perhaps she’s a convicted felon, but I make up stories).

— Another young woman asked, “For what?” I responded, “For everything.”

— The great majority of people said, “I’m registered.” There were two or three men who ignored us. Many passers-by stopped to share a desire to vote as soon as possible, or their unhappiness with the ongoing demise of the United States as we know it [my take].

“I wish I could register more,” lamented one fellow baby boomer with wild gray hair , wearing a tie-dyed t-shirt.

Ahh…the Sixties. “They say you want a revolution…” I believed it was happening.

Never in my scariest post-sixties nightmares did I imagine such federal degradation. Nixon’s fear-mongering racism (he was bad enough), Carter’s unpopular truth-telling, Wild Bill’s striving toward the law and order center.

Reagan spiraled the country into a divisive veneration of the rich, while instituting “benign neglect” of everyone else. Unequal protection of the laws, a travesty of the 14th Amendment.

For the full background of the mess we’re now in: Read Democracy in Chains . The Deep History of the Radical Right’s Stealth Plan for America by Nancy MacLean, a Duke history professor. Perhaps I’ve mentioned it before. It’s worth a reminder.

I feel so bad for my kids, my grandson, whose U.S. is being forever, detrimentally, changed. I feel bad for Ruth Bader Ginsberg, looking at her sullen face when Supreme Court Justice Sonia Sotomayor read her appropriately angry dissent regarding the outrageous Muslim travel ban.

I can only do what I can do. So…we registered three voters yesterday. What’s next?

Like RBG, I refuse to give up.

36333942_2667199746639424_379152020604452864_n

 

Posted in Bopping Around Tucson, Fight wimpiness, politics | Tagged , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

A little knowledge can’t hurt…

Wyoming and the deep South are home to the most ardent DT supporters (check out  Nate Silver’s fivethirtyeight.com chart, state by state.

What do they put in their drinking water?

I’m happy to report that Hawaii’s residents are the most opposed. Who’s surprised? Lush islands with perfect weather must help.

I visited the Big Island for the first time last December. I’ll return to kind “Alohas” this year.

Meanwhile,  many Americans — including this mean-spirited, incompetent president — listen to Fox News, a make-believe news network.

The 2017 annual Annenberg Constitution Day Civics Survey (University of Pennsylvania) points out how “poorly informed” we are about the supreme law of the land.

It’s cruelly ironic that “more than half of Americans (53 percent) incorrectly think it is accurate to say that immigrants who are here illegally do not have any rights under the U.S. Constitution.”

“More than a third of those surveyed (37 percent) can’t name any of the rights guaranteed under the First Amendment?”

Uh, where are they getting their information?

Did you hear that Fox & Friends host purport, “These aren’t OUR kids. They don’t live in Idaho or Texas.” So we inject them with psychiatric drugs?  Detain them in cages?

What’s happened to empathy? Fortunately for my psyche, I still believe that the great majority of humans can put themselves in another person’s shoes.

I’m glad that more Americans — shown by the state by state graph above — are rejecting this worst president’s path. At the same time, his road to destruction forges ahead.

Yoga class, here I come!

 

 

Posted in For Love of History, politics | Tagged , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Best Sabino Canyon walk ever! Balancing encroaching fascism!

I made it to the top and back, 7.4 miles. Overcast. Lovely. Cool raindrops. A salve to the constant news of America going down, down, down.

Assigning myself the end-of-birthday week challenge to make it to the top did me good. Okay, my legs were a bit stiff afterward but my brain felt sharper than usual. For hours, I focused on my writing project. I was happy, invigorated.

IMG_1552

This morning — with the first real rain falling in Tucson in more than 100 days — I headed east to Farmer Joe’s and to my weekly Douglas Spring Trail walk.

IMG_1560

Rarely do we see puddles in the desert!

I wondered if a three-mile walk would bring as much clarity as my two recent five+ mile successes.

***

Challenging the horrendous policy of children separated from their parents, 50 miles from Tucson at the Mexican border, is a must.

I’ve called and emailed senators, urging them to support the @FamiliesBelongTogether  Senate bill S.3036. I’ve organized my book club members to register people to vote prior to Arizona’s Aug. 28 primary elections.

Walking in nature helps. Gazing at flowers helps. Movies, TV, good books distract. Some of my friends don’t pay attention to the news, or have removed themselves from all social media. I don’t watch the news. But I read, read, read (attempting to limit myself to one scary opinion piece at a time).

I’m curious: What do you do to balance life’s joys with encroaching fascism?

Meanwhile…

IMG_1558

 

 

Posted in Fight wimpiness, For Love of History, Nature Girl, politics, The Rest of the World, Visual Entertainment | Tagged , , , , , , , | 4 Comments

Synonym for the n-word: criminal

Hating is the in-thing. Hell, the hater-in-chief roams the White House, tweeting his daily venom across the globe.

How much hatred is codified into law? “Three strikes and you’re out,” a signature part of  the 1994 Crime Act touted by President Bill Clinton, has considerably raised mass incarceration. 

Last night I saw the stunning documentary 13th, produced by Netflix. As an old U.S. History teacher I’ve thought a lot about the aftermath of slavery, how it took one hundred years for the Voting Rights Act to become law in 1965.

Supposedly, all black men could then enter a voting booth without getting shot or lynched.  Reconstruction’s failure denied African American men 15th Amendment’s voting rights of 1870. Passage of the 13th Amendment “ended” slavery in 1865, except as punishment for a crime.

Guess who became criminals?

Next came segregation, Jim Crow laws, the hyping of “law & order,” the War on Drugs (mostly on blacks), the fantasy of President Barack Obama’s election inaugurating post-racism instead of an outed racist backlash, and the growing obscenity of mass incarceration for bucks (mostly targeting blacks).

Fact: The United States comprises 5 percent of the world’s population, with more than 20 percent of the world’s incarcerated.

The film 13th reminded me of my New England upbringing (you know, up north). I was taught to fear black men. My mother never used the word “nigger” but she bought the dominant mythology: Black men raped white women. Be wary of black boys in hoodies.

*A higher percentage of white men have been locked up since 2009. It’s about class,

Thanks to the University of Arizona Poetry Center for their free showing of 13th at the Loft Cinema, part of its Art for Justice Film Series (poetry.arizona.edu).

As I left the Loft last night I heard a woman lamenting, “Yeah, but once again, we’re preaching to the choir.”

Exploring history increases awareness. In my view, that can only help. Watch 13th. Or read the YA bestseller The hate u give by Angela Thomas, Just Mercy by Bryan Stephenson, or if you have more reading time, The Warmth of Other Suns. The Epic Story of America’s Great Migration by Isabel Wilkerson, or Stamped from the Beginning. The Definitive History of Racist Ideas in America by Ibram X. Kendi.

I know of at least one scary white man I hope to see locked up. The sooner the better.

 

 

 

Posted in For Love of History, politics, Visual Entertainment | Tagged , , , , , , , | 5 Comments

The South is full of Surprises, part 2

I can’t help it. I think of the Deep South as backward. I’ve driven across southern Mississippi without an Easy Rider moment. I’ve munched on fried pickles. I love shrimp and grits. I try to not to wear my bias on my sleeve. I’m making progress.

In early May, I loved being a history nerd in Savannah and Charleston. Perhaps the magnificent architecture and cuisine helped. Strolling through gorgeous parks and squares, lush live oaks formed natural archways.

IMG_1422

Careful not to mention that my children were direct descendants of General William Tecumseh Sherman, his name was mentioned plenty. Not in a good way.

On my first day hanging out amid Southern accents, sitting at a bar waiting for my Maine pals to arrive in Savannah, I ordered a mint julep.

“Oh that’s a Southern drink but y’all should have a Savannah Peach,” the bartender suggested. So I did.

IMG_1399

A retired teacher, whom I mostly couldn’t understand, started chatting me up. An odd-looking young man wearing a big bow tie sidled over to order a drink. Turns out he was a Conservative radio talk show host who currently lived in Anchorage, Alaska.

“Yeah, but I voted for Obama,” he admitted. In Savannah for an old friend’s wedding, he recalled visiting their small Missouri hometown prior to the 2008 election.

“Who you voting for white boy?” someone called out as they drove by. He didn’t tell us whether or not he replied.

“See, we’re not so different,” the retired teacher said as he paid his bill and left.

Racism is everywhere. Whether it’s police pushing a black Yale freshman to the ground, suspecting he didn’t belong on campus, or  members of the 2018 Georgia State Legislature promoting the teaching of U.S. History from 1865 to the present, uh, leaving out the Civil War and slavery (it didn’t pass).

I prefer conversations that disregard color. Walking to the Sentient Bean cafe one morning, we met a heavy-set African American woman, sweating, struggling down the stairs of the former Telfair Hospital, now a senior-living residence. We asked if she needed help.

“Oh, I’ll make it,” she said. “You should see the circular wooden staircases inside. Used to be a hospital only for women giving birth. Mothers with girl babies could stay as long as they wanted, be taken care of. Boy babies had to leave in three days. Babies who died became angels. Just outside my window once I saw hundreds of butterflies. Maybe they were the angels of those babies.”

Her story still floats inside my head.

IMG_1403

Forsyth Park

Accents, racism, prejudice, hatred, hypocrisy are still with us. Spontaneous conversations may help us crawl away from rigid patterns.

As for our hurting nation, Vote for Democrats, wherever they’re from or whatever color they are!

Posted in Fight wimpiness, For Love of History, politics | Tagged , , , , , , , | 1 Comment