In a few days the
USA will celebrate the holiday formalized to carry on a tradition
established by the Pilgrims when they had made it through their first
hard years after arriving in New England. They ate a lot of local
food, such as turkey, potatoes, yams, cranberries and corn with their
Indian neighbors and thanked God for their survival in a harsh
terrain, for the food they shared, and for their families and
friends. Assuming it really was turkey that they ate, we’ve kept
to a similar diet and continued the celebration, with some modern
additions such as bourbon in the pumpkin pie and nine hours of
football games. Despite having moved to Italy more than four decades
ago, our family has always maintained the tradition, since we find
Thanksgiving the best of the various holidays celebrated in the US.
No competitive gift giving or super patriot bluster with militaristic
overtones, just the family getting together over a large meal and
appreciating what we have. This description would seem to make
Thanksgiving more of an Italian holiday than an American one, since
Italians do just that with much greater frequency. We don’t depend
on an Act of Congress here. Weddings, first communions,
confirmations, birthdays, saint’s days, Christmas and Easter, all
provide an occasion for a similar celebration, although the menu is
different from the usual American Turkey Day fare.
We now live in a
secular society where fewer people are traditionally religious and
many, perhaps most, of our acquaintances describe themselves as
agnostics or atheists. That makes the idea of thanking God for our
blessings a bit awkward but I would suggest that the concept of
giving thanks is basic to humanity. All but the most boorish among
us, and some spoiled children who never get enough of anything to
arrive at gratitude, thank their benefactors. Whether our
benefactors are known to us or not, the feeling of gratitude is
there. It has little relation to the bounty we enjoy. Wealth, and
all that it brings, does not seem to accompanied by a particularly
heightened sense of gratitude. Whatever our theological outlook, we
can join together to voice an appreciation for what we are blessed
with.
Gerry |
When you get to know
them well, you realize that all families are complicated and have
their unique problems. I am extremely thankful for my relatively
serene family, which includes a granddaughter whose seventh birthday
we will be celebrating on Thanksgiving Day. She likes to draw
pictures of her grandfather and his cat, which means she has a future
as either an artist or a diplomat. There are six other
grandchildren, their mothers and fathers, all of whom I am also proud
of and happy with. My beautiful wife, besides presenting me with our
three lovely daughters, has given new vitality to the Thanksgiving
tradition by preparing tastier turkey than I ever experienced in the
US in my youth. Her daily reminders that I should constantly thank
God sometimes create a whiff of tension but our mutual respect is
enhanced by our shared devotion to cats. Hers is more inclusive
than mine, despite my pretensions of being democratically inclined.
That has led to our currently having nine cats, and I am almost happy
to have them all. My two brothers-in-law help maintain our house and
grounds; one of them even built the house. You can’t ask for
better than that. My own brother travels all the way over here
almost every year from the US to upgrade and maintain the
functionality of the computer I’m producing this blog on, despite
my propagating political views on the blog which he vehemently
opposes. He must have been listening to the counsel of Gandhi or
some such wise person. I give thanks to all.
Although our rural
village has something like 150 official residents, we also have a
large community of people who spend the more pleasant half of the
year in the area, and there are a few fellow ex-patriots from all
over the world who live here full time. Living in New York and Rome
for many years, I never enjoyed such an extensive and varied group of
friends. Most of them have now returned for the winter to the cities
from whence they came and we will miss them through the damp, dark
and foggy months but this year, in the wake of all the theatrical
post-election whining and wringing of hands, I will even be grateful
for a brief period of solitude and quiet.
The USA has gone
through the most traumatic electoral fiasco in its history, leaving
an ignorant and incurious man of limited intellect in charge of the
most powerful government in the world. Unsurprisingly, this has led
to war and the near collapse of the economy of the nation and the
world, along with the ravaging of democratic institutions. That was
sixteen years ago! Not all the Plymouth Rock pilgrims survived those
first tough years in Massachusetts, but like the ones who got to eat the turkey, I thank God for our survival through trying times. I
might hope to say the same thing in another sixteen years but simple
demographics suggest otherwise. At least I harbor the dream that all
our grandchildren will still be celebrating Thanksgiving then with
both gratitude and optimism.
After living through
sixteen years of Bush II and Bush Lite, we are now moving on to
something different and possibly worse. We waited in vain over eight
years for hope and change and now we await despair and change. I’m
already tired of the despair but it may prove to be more tangible
than was the hope. The new regime is still waiting in the wings.
Before we burn down the polling stations, perhaps we should get an
idea of what will emerge. The first three appointments are not
reassuring but I remind myself that Justice Hugo Black, one of the
greatest champions of civil rights ever to sit on the Supreme Court,
had been a member or sympathizer of the KKK in his youth. It’s
harder to find a glimmer of hope in the case of war loving generals
and thoroughbred fascists.
As we look ahead
with apprehension, there are a number of things in the political
realm that we can celebrate this Thanksgiving.
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TPP is dead. This means that a President that I voted for twice can slip out the door as America’s first black president, rather than as the president who nailed the lid on the coffin of democracy. However, as anyone who has ever watched a horror film knows, monsters don’t always remain dead. The TPP monster may reemerge with a new name.
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The new Republican president will be Donald Trump. (Are you crazy, you say?) I remind you that a year ago, there were eighteen contenders for the Republican nomination, all but one of them more ideologically pure corporate fascists than the winner. Trump may qualify as an oligarch but he is less indebted to the other oligarchs than his former competitors, virtually all of whom were, and are, paid corporate shills.
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The President-elect has consistently expressed a preference for not seeking war with Russia. Whether he can withstand pressure from his own party, the DOD and the entire military industrial complex, remains to be seen, but his position is a radical departure from standing US policy. Whether he will be as eager to avoid war with Iran is less clear but at least there seems to be a rethinking of the prevailing idea that weapons are the main tool of foreign policy. (an extension of prevailing Republican domestic policy, which sadly, has not been criticized by the in-coming administration).
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Paul Ryan will almost certainly not be the GOP candidate for president in 2020, given that sitting presidents almost always run for reelection. The WaPo and the NYT editorial boards, perhaps under the influence of some new hallucinogen, continue to describe Ryan as a right-wing economic conservative, while they have no hesitation in describing Donald Trump accurately as a racist, misogynous narcissist. In today’s tract I am thanking God for all the blessings I enjoy, so it may be overreach to ask for further divine intervention. However, I call on God to touch those two important bodies to either open their eyes or to put them into an incapacitating coma. There is nothing vaguely conservative about the serial liar and sociopath, Paul Ryan, America’s most influential acolyte of Ann Rand. I live among many priest-eaters and assorted critics, even enemies, of the Church. I’m the last one qualified to defend the Church or any other religious institution, but it is one thing is to criticize the Church, quite another to oppose the teachings of Jesus Christ while posing as a devout Christian. Paul Ryan is the closest thing to the anti-Christ that we’ve seen since Dick Cheney.
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Donald Trump stood before the Republican leadership at various debates and at the GOP National Convention and told them to their faces that they were wimps, puppets of special interests and fools who had put together disastrous invasions in the Middle East. These are all things that we “liberals “ and “progressives” have been saying to each other at cocktail parties and happy hours for years. He gets no style points but let’s give the man some credit for speaking truth to power.
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Not the least of the bright notes for those of us living in Italy, all snide comments about Berlusconi and the Italian government will henceforth be banished. There will be no forced exile or public flogging of offenders but they will be forced to live out their years in the light of public ridicule.
I will end on some
more personal and particular notes. Half a century ago, when
applying for a university travel grant, I had to declare where in the
world I would want to go. My application to study the hill towns of
Umbria may have been more hedonistically than academically motivated
and I did not receive the grant. Nevertheless, I’ve had a house on
a hill in Umbria for thirty-six years. It and our immediate
surroundings have been spared the earthquake damage that has ravaged
so much of Umbria just 70-80 km to the east of us.
As the dust settles
on the American elections and many Americans consider where to move
to, I give thanks that I am already here, where I’ve always wanted
to be. The Bush years left us dramatically less financially secure
than before but I am thankful that even if the Trump era should bring
similar hardships, we will still have medical care available to us.
Last week I was
disturbed by the anguished braying about the American
President-elect, which just seemed an extension of the same non-stop
character assassination that we’ve been exposed to by both sides in
an overlong and ugly electoral campaign. For me the election had
been over for four months, at which time I heard little of today’s
shock and disgust, when it would have been more appropriate. My
focus was sidetracked by the sad news that Mose Allison had died.
Mose Allison |
Was
(Mose
Allison)
When
I become was and we become were
Will there be any sign or a trace of th' lovely contour of your face
And will there be someone around
With essentially my kinda sound
Will there be any sign or a trace of th' lovely contour of your face
And will there be someone around
With essentially my kinda sound
When
am turns to was and now is back when
Will someone have moments like this
Moments of unspoken bliss
And will there be heroes and saints
Or just a dark new age of complaints
Will someone have moments like this
Moments of unspoken bliss
And will there be heroes and saints
Or just a dark new age of complaints
When
I become was and we become were
Will there be any Susans and Ralphs
Lookin' at old photographs
And wondering aloud to a friend
Will there be any Susans and Ralphs
Lookin' at old photographs
And wondering aloud to a friend
Happy
Thanksgiving!
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