Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Personal Aside: Tony Peraica’s Stunning Command of Cook County’s Governmental Affairs Warrants Election.

Peraica_looking_left_at_camera_three_quarters_734159


I heard Tony Peraica’s presentation at the City Club of Chicago earlier this week. Inured to campaign speeches since I first started covering them in 1953, fifty-five years ago, I thought I’d load up on good Italian food and meet some old friends while Tony would recite a list of campaign truisms.

But what I heard was jaw-droppingly good. After years of watching this county shrug off misfeasance, malfeasance, nonfeasance and incompetence with widespread waste of taxpayers’ money, for the first time in many years I heard one who knows the ins and outs of county government, is articulate, forthright and energetic. He is far better than the most recent Republicans to run for state’s attorney. Ben Adamowski was determined to get even with Richard J. Daley for a feud they had when both were in the legislature. In fact if there was any vote-fraud of consequence in the 1960 election it was done against Adamowski, to bump him from his goal of investigating the Old Man.

Bernard Carey was a fine man but so co-opted by the Independent Voters of Illinois, the left-wing affiliate of Americans for Democratic Action, that coupled with his own fatal lack of energy was not an effective lawyer for the people. Jack O’Malley was a clone of Big Jimbo Thompson, a personally attractive candidate but one far-far in the Thompson mold of accommodation rather than a chief prosecutor in a county heavily dominated by corruption. Carey was defeated by Richard M. Daley and O’Malley who was flirting with governor was knocked off by Dick Devine.

I am not just impressed with Tony Peraica’s outstanding grasp of the issues but his resume—his ability to start from behind scratch to rise to eminence in the private legal profession and in public policy. Starting when he came here from Croatia at age 13 without knowing a word of English, working at an Italian deli in Bridgeport where seemingly he was in danger of learning Italian first before English.

Continuing through 16 hour days working at a bank, going to law school at night. Working as a lawyer, starting his own law firm, running for Cook county commissioner, running a close one…in realistic terms given the utter bankruptcy and failure of the Cook county Republican party…for president of the county board. And now with the opportunity to become the county’s top legal officer.

No, I’m not indentured to him or obligated in any way and I have criticized Tony in the past as you remember. But all the same he has the raw guts and brainpower to bring a resurgence of tough accountable government to this county—and I just thought I would add these words to the record.

Personal Aside: Obama Supporter Douglas Kmiec Denied Communion and Ray Flynn (Remember Him?) Endorses Hillary Clinton.

billclinton


Ray and Doug: the Double Talk Twins.



The news that former Boston mayor Ray Flynn endorsed Hillary Clinton is sickening but not surprising. I have always felt he is a duplicitous Irish pol-phony from the time he followed me on what then was the Catholic Family Radio network and broadcast his firm support of “Dignity.” Anyone who works his head off for Bill Clinton for president while at the same time announcing he’s pro-life…then accepts Clinton’s appointment as ambassador to the Vatican…then, when his term is finished and George W. Bush is running, endorses Bush and is held forth as a man of conviction, moving to Romney and, after he loses, now to Hillary Clinton, qualifies, does he not? He says he is for Hillary in the Democratic contest and leaves his options open to endorse John McCain after Obama gets the nomination (unless Obama can get to him first). Talk about a charlatan who’s all over the lot seeing what job he can pick up next.

Doug Kmiec, as I wrote recently, is an entirely different case. While Flynn’s worth is minimal to any side he embraces, Kmiec is a thorough-going brilliantly intellectual, highly burnished with all the sharp edges rounded off traitor along the lines of the legendary Kim Philby. He has just announced as an advertisement for himself that he was denied Communion because he is a supporter of Barack Obama. This announcement was probably made to win points with the Obama people as a martyr.

If Obama makes it, Kmiec will be nominated for a senior post in the judiciary, maybe Supreme Court. With a Democratic Senate as is likely, he would be a cinch to be confirmed.

FOR THE NON-CHICAGO PRESS, HERE IS A PRETTY PROSE PICTURE OF OBAMA’S CHOICE LOCAL ASSOCIATES.

[Last week’s column in The Wanderer, the oldest national Catholic weekly in the nation].

By Thomas F. Roeser

CHICAGO—
Whenever a new president is elected, the media go back to his home state to write pretty prose pictures of his hometown, interview his associates who are, or were, close to him in his early formative years. They did it with Lincoln to whom Barack Obama likes to be compared. So while Obama isn’t elected yet but in case he is, I thought I’d save the national press the trouble and do it now. Not that I’m sure he’ll get in although there’s a good chance of it—you never know.

I know they’re not close now but I still start with Caucasian-baiter Jeremiah Wright, Barack Obama’s ex-pastor. He cursed America from the pulpit and said the federal government invented the AIDS virus to wipe out black people. What you may not know as well is that he married his second wife after counseling her solo on her troubled marriage in the 1980s, leading her ex-husband to charge that Wright moved in on his wife after counseling her. On the race issue, Obama said he would never disown Wright but later did. Since he has said he’d like to negotiate with terrorists without pre-conditions, he just may reestablish relations with Rev. Wright provided he begins praising him once again.

We go now to Wright’s idol, called by his respectful worshipers including Obama The Honorable Minister Louis Farrakhan, who was plain old Louis Eugene Walcott when he moved here as emcee of “The Calypso Follies” but who found religion [sic] with the black Muslims becoming, head of the Nation of Islam, a man whom Wright called one of the greatest leaders of the century. The same Farrakhan who shouted, bug-eyed at a rally in 1993, answering the question who ordered the assassination of Malcolm X in New York : “If we dealt with him like a nation deals with a traitor, what the hell business is it of yours?” And who was accused by Malcolm X’s wife of orchestrating Malcolm’s murder. Who bellowed here at a 2000 rally, “white people are potential humans; they just haven’t evolved yet.” And who told the news media that Barack Obama “is the hope of the entire world” spurring Obama’s quick disavowal of him. Yes, that one.

Following which we get to the “Fruit of Islam,” bow-tied black body guards for Farrakhan, the closest thing this nation has seen to the old Roman Praetorian Guards. They make a ring around the rostrum and fold their arms just so whenever Farrakhan when he makes a speech and on occasion when the Rev. Jesse Jackson does, too. They’re much more formidable than the Secret Service who melt into a crowd. These, about 20 in number, are all over 6 feet 4 and 200-plus lbs, husky brutes notwithstanding the very misleading “Fruit” in their title.

Just as the nature of the Praetorian Guards changed between Julius and Augustus Caesar, from purely defensive protectors to offensive enforcers, on Feb. 21, 1965 a few of the Fruit of Islam (singular usage: you don’t call them fruits if you want to live) from Elijah Muhammad in Chicago traveled to a ballroom in Manhattan where Malcolm X was speaking and pumped 16 rounds into him, this being the first day of National Brotherhood Week, turning him into Swiss cheese. Two of them went to jail willingly. That kind of dedication is hard to beat. When Farrakhan who was then number two and a rival of Malcolm succeeded Elijah he got rather defensive as is shown from his statement in the paragraph above. Farrakhan being so high on Obama, it’s a good bet they’ll be around to guard him, too, if he gets elected and he wants them. They’re far better than the Secret Service but with this qualification: don’t ask them to have to choose between Farrakhan and Obama.

Then there is the Rev. Jackson himself who picketed many businesses demanding jobs for blacks including Anheuser Busch when he called off the picketing after his sons got a lucrative Budweiser distributorship here. And his and Farrakhan’s sidekick, Fr. Michael Pfleger, the white pastor of St. Sabina’s who defends Rev. Right and Minister Farrakhan and who twice has threatened a legally-constituted gun shop owner, saying “we’ll snuff you out!” adding that if the chancery transfers him from his pastorate, he will start his own religion with the result that the flaccid archdiocese afraid of its own shadow, he’s been pastor for more than 20 years.

Add Todd Stroger, the black Catholic pro-abort Democrat in his first term as president of the Cook county board (endorsed by Obama), presiding over a county that is $21.6 million in the red in his first six months and who has passed a sales tax hike, the largest in the country, that will produce $200 million more than needed which enabled him to re-hire 1,100 patronage workers.

Front and center is, of course, Democratic Mayor Richard M. Daley, a Catholic pro-abort and supporter of same-sex marriage, who is under investigation for illegal hiring practices and who, when he gets excited as he was last year, shouted at the press “what am I supposed to do, take down my pants?” He is an enthusiastic supporter of Obama and has touted his close friendship with two initial Obama supporters who should also be on this list: Billy Ayres and his wife Bernardine Dohrn. The media refers to them as “former terrorists” who bombed 25 places including the Pentagon but since neither of them ever expressed regret (actually, Billy said he regretted he didn’t do more) I would still list them as terrorists to be accurate about it. They fronted the first fund-raiser for Obama when he ran for the state senate and have stayed close ever since—although recently he felt he had to disavow them. But of course Daley didn’t.

Plus Democratic Gov. Rod Blagojevich who has been listed as Individual A by the feds for selling jobs and campaign donations in return for state jobs and may be indicted soon if he isn’t impeached yet (57% of the state is rooting for it). Then the two Madigans, pro-abort Catholic Democrats, father and daughter, he the Speaker of the state House and state Democratic chairman, she the attorney general who when she was elected vowed to close women’s centers that counseled against abortion. Following which we have the Democratic state senate president, pro-abort Catholic Emil Jones, a former lowly sewer inspector for the city who rose to become chief patron to Obama and who scored headlines last week when the issue of legislative pay raises came up declaring, “I wanna pay raise; I wanna pay raise! I needa pay raise!” The Madigans hate Blagojevich and Jones; Jones likes Blagojevich and hates the Madigans which is why this state has never got together on a budget despite that all of them are Democrats.

Not to forget the Democratic pro-abort state comptroller, Catholic pro-abort Dan Hynes, scion of a powerful Chicago family; or the Democratic pro-abort state treasurer, Alexi Giannoullias. With Giannoullias the story gets rather complicated. He is a Greek Orthodox who at age 28 and in charge of loans at his family’s bank approved funding for “Jaws” Giorango so Giorango could buy a casino fleet in Florida despite federal convictions for bookmaking and being found guilty of promoting a prostitution ring—but who was endorsed for election by Obama who cut a TV commercial for him in recognition of Giannoullias’ prominent banking family which gave hefty chunks of money to Obama.

Continuing: the first U. S. senator to endorse Obama, Catholic pro-abort Democratic U.S. Senator Dickie Durbin who comes here on occasion from Springfield to go to church at Old St. Patrick’s, the mother parish of the Democratic establishment, there to receive communion because he is turned down in Springfield, who equated U.S. troops at Gitmo with thugs of Pol Pot; In addition David Axelrod, the pro-abort media guru for Obama.



Now we get to one who may well be the most important figure in the next White House aside from Michelle Obama of course and that would be Democratic pro-abort Valerie Jarrett (who was on the cover of last week’s Newsweek standing next to Obama who was saluted as the nation’s best hope), top Obama aide and pro-abort who wears tailored Calvin Klein suits, diamond earrings and a sapphire on her finger the size of a Chicklet, introduced continually as “one of the most powerful women in Chicago,” former deputy chief of staff to Mayor Daley, who hired Michelle Obama for Daley’s administration and later got her the $300,000 a year job at the University of Chicago Medical Center (where Ms. Jarrett is on the board)-- for which institution Obama returned the favor by securing millions in federal grants. One signal that she is a very good administrator is that she ran the Chicago Housing Authority for many years and never got indicted.

You can see almost all of them if you choose the very best places to dine. I saw Axelrod, Obama’s image man last week at a restaurant (he’s also pictured on last week’s Newsweek cover along with Valerie Jarrett, the issue that salutes Obama as the nation’s best hope)—so I walked up to him and asked once Obama is elected and if there would be a reconciliation between him and Rev. Wright could there be announced an official “God damn America Sunday” by presidential proclamation. Axelrod giggled as he ate his pastrami, looked around and signaled for his waiter, murmuring “he’s disturbing me!” You see, they’re so confident of getting elected you can’t rattle them or get them mad.

One person you don’t see at restaurants anymore, however, is former Obama pal Antonin Rezko, the Syrian immigrant who onetime was very wealthy. He got deeply involved with Obama although now they are rather distant. But they date from way back, just after Childe Barack drifted into town from Harvard Law. In addition to being a community organizer with a political yen and about the same time he found Jesus Christ and Rev. Jeremiah Wright, Obama as a young lawyer helped slumlords operate in Chicago, the firm which hired him allegedly serving as a conduit for a slew of slumlord deals. Tony Rezko early became an Obama political finance godfather, from whom Obama received his first contributions to launch his political career for the state senate in July, 1995. When the heat got on Rezko, Obama put out the word that Rezko raised only about $50,000 for him, but he was forced to tell the papers last March 14 Rezko’s help adds up to $250,000.

He told the media first that he only had dinner with Rezko once or twice a year. But when confronted by “Sun-Times” reporters in March with the allegation that an FBI mole personally saw him coming and going to Rezko’s office often and that three distinct sources testified he talked to Rezko on the phone daily, Obama’s yarn collapsed. Now he says he may have talked to Rezko daily at times during his campaigns but sometimes he went for a whole month without talking to him. “I have to say we’re talking over the course of 10 years,” he said, “there might have been spurts where I talked to him daily. But there might have been stretches over a month where I wouldn’t have talked to him at all.”

Rezko was an equal opportunity hustler for Republicans, too--but he developed a particular interest in Obama. Obama entered into a real estate deal with Rezko while it was publicly known Rezko was under investigation for shoving illegal contributions to Illinois politicians, which Obama described, when caught, as “a boneheaded move.” In June, 2005 Obama and Rezko purchased adjoining parcels in the Hyde Park-Kenwood neighborhood. Obama paid $1.65 million for the Georgian-style revival mansion because his wife wanted the house with four fireplaces, six bathrooms and a wine cellar. He paid for it from proceeds earned from book sales but wanted to acquire a lot next door to ensure privacy.

Rezko wanted to protect Obama from Rezko’s notoriety so the developer had his wife come up with a $125,000 down payment and secured a $500,000 mortgage to buy the $625,000 lot next to Obama despite the fact that as a staffer in Cook county government she was earning only $37,000 a year. But her name was good. Then in January, 2006 Obama paid Rezko for the strip of land. Later Rezko was indicted for his role in a pay-to-play scheme designed to fatten Gov. Blagojevich’s political fund.



He told the federal judge he had no money left and she believed him; otherwise she would have marked him down as a good candidate for a flight risk. But then it developed he had in his pocket $3.5 million from his good friend an Iraqi businessman named Nadhmi Auchi. The judge then sent Rezko to jail for lying to her, to await trial. Now he’s out because a number of friends ponied up bail. And his relationship now with Obama is let us say non-existent.

Still ethics sticklers say that if it can be proven Obama asked Rezko for a favor and Rezko delivered and Obama got a break somehow in their dealings, all the air would go out of Obama’s balloon because among other things it’s a violation of the Senate ethics law (and as you know Harry Reid gave Obama the job of being the chamber’s ethics policeman which got national publicity). It sort of looks like that since Obama has admitted that he approached Rezko for the property up for sale and that Rezko developed an immediate interest but to go further serves nobody in Chicago any good and may even be racist.

Some far-right conspiratorialists here say much more will come out from Rezko if he goes back to prison. Could be. But time for U.S. Attorney Patrick Fitzgerald to indict may run out by election—so for now, the case is really on tenterhooks. If stuff happens, if further investigation determines that Rezko aided Obama materially…and it could come to that…racist or not, it would produce a major breakthrough which assuredly to the late British prime minister Harold Macmillan could well be labeled as “events, my dear boy, events.”

In which case this list of Chicago associates would be redundant—but I thought I’d write it up now anyhow because the polls show so clearly that the American electorate desperately wants change. Which they will get if Barack gets elected. We all agree on that.

I guess that’s all for now. I’ll write again next week.

Monday, May 19, 2008

Personal Aside: DePaul Insists Conservative Alliance Must Pay for Security for Minuteman Leader. All the More Reason to Support the Alliance and “The Lincoln Park Statesman.”

Attempt to Bankrupt Dissent?

Heavily liberal…to be exact about it, radical leftish…DePaul University, making a mockery once again of its “Catholic” label, sponsors a “Queer Studies” minor, has told Francis Cardinal George that his views will not dominate school policy, invited Ward Churchill to speak who said Americans who died in 9/11 had it coming, now has informed the dissenting DePaul Conservative Alliance that the group has to pay $2,500 for security guards for a Minuteman leader. The speech is set for tonight on campus.

The University has expertly split hairs on its decision. A few years ago DePaul paid the entire freight including security for Churchill but now passes the buck to the independent Conservative Alliance. What is the distinction? The University says it invited Churchill to speak as an official University function whereas the Conservatives have invited Minuteman Leader Chris Simcox on their own hook—thus the Conservatives will have to pay the cost of the security guards.

Thus the University is taking action against the Conservative Alliance on two fronts.

One is that it levies a charge on the Alliance to protect liberal dissenters who otherwise would have to defend themselves if their planned demonstration rebounds on them.

Two is that DePaul authorities reportedly hope that the $2,500 charge will bankrupt the Conservatives’ slender treasury for events like this. College students have to raise the funds a few bucks at a time Normally a university would have recourse to call in the police for protection. DePaul prefers to have the Conservatives pay the bill, a ploy that can easily be interpreted as an attempt to make the Alliance empty its treasury and thus end the dissent.

The thug-like action by DePaul against dissent unintentionally plays into the hands of the Conservative Alliance which gives it a deservedly martyr role in upholding the tradition of free speech on a university campus. To find out more about the rally for the Minuteman leader that is to be held tonight call the Conservative Alliance founder, Nicholas Hahn IV on his cell (920) 915-8804. Funds will be gratefully accepted to enable this hardy group to pay for the unjust levy of security guards by the DePaul authorities.

Another way to help spread free speech on the tightly-controlled ultra-liberal…even radical…campus is to support the alternative, non-profit newspaper “The Lincoln Park Statesman” that competes effectively with the administration-controlled Pravda-like house organ which gives independent voices little or no coverage—the “DePaulia.” This can be done by contacting them at www.dePaulCA.org

Flashback: Pre-Vatican II Days at Saint John’s, the Bull of the Woods and the Birth of am 18-Year-Old Rebel for Fair Lady’s Favor.

holycard_st_benedict


[Fifty-plus years of memories written for my kids and grandchildren].

The Old Saint John’s of Blessed Memory.

There you are in 1946, a just turned 18-year-old, away from home for the first time, living in a college dormitory, part of an historic Benedictine abbey founded in 1857. tucked away in the midst of a dense 1,400-acre forest, with the hourly ringing of the huge abbey bells calling monks to prayers beginning with Matins (4 a.m.), Prime (6 a.m.), Terce (mid-morning prayer), None (afternoon prayer), Vespers (evening) and Compline (before retiring).

Just as Benedict at Monte Cassino, 19th century founders of Saint John’s abbey located it around a farm (500 acres), abundant maple trees (monks tap them for syrup), dairy cows, chickens, a wood workshop, scriptorium (now where a modern printing press was established) and kitchen. In 1946, Benedictine nuns from Germany who speak not a word of English are locked away in a separate convent to supply the cooking, washing of Mass linens and mending of vestments.

You are not a monk nor do you wish even remotely to be one, but you are indentured to an institution operating under the Rule of Saint Benedict that was written in 530 A. D.--and as a teen-age freshman, with your colleagues about the lowest on the totem pole. For this 18-year-old it was exciting, as different from university life that I had imagined as possible. Everyone else seemed to be going to college in cities, surrounded by secular environment. Taking the buses and trains to Loyola and DePaul in Chicago. But nothing of the sort here. These are the reenactment of the glorious Middle Ages.

And your life is affected. as a college student, by the ritual the monks follow. Benedict ordered that the monks behave as a family with the Abbot the father. In 1946 the stricture was rigidly observed for authoritarian rule. Chapter V of the Rule insists on prompt, ungrudging and absolute obedience to the Abbot “in all things lawful,” including “unhesitating obedience.” In 1946, all meals for students are held in the general refectory, waiters carry on tin trays the meals prepared by cloistered Benedictine nuns who remain behind doors and are unseen You dine in full view of your many (not all) of your professors, most of whom sit at a central table (the remainder of the monastic community takes meals in the cloistered abbey with readings from the Rule by monks. The Abbot eats with his flock to which he is seen as spiritual father.

University Regimen Circa 1946.

But back at the university refectory, the entire student body goes to Mass at 7:30 a.m. (not flatly required but seriously expected), then at 8:15 arrives at the refectory and stands waiting at their places at attention for the Dean to arrive who then hits a bell and everyone begins making the Sign of the Cross and expressing Grace, joined by the students. Lunch is at 12, dinner at 6 p.m. For the evening meal, it’s meat, potatoes, veggies and the abbey’s specialty, warm, whole wheat “Johnny bread.” When the meal is completed, all await the decision of the monks at the central table to arise. Everyone stands up, blesses themselves, says the benediction and allows the monks to withdraw before the students leave.

Sound tough? Not at all! Exhilarating is more like it. I missed World War II and military service by 6 months and was disappointed that there would be no rigid formality for me. Now there is and it’s better than nothing. It’s an adventure, really. I could never imagine the same monastery discipline being applied to me as it is to the black-robed community and…well…it’s fun, sort of. Certainly novel.

In 1946, the central routine of the university turns on the regimen of monastic life and the encouragement of spiritual growth that Benedict fashioned. In fact, the abbey-university acts like Benedict of Nursia just died. A scion of rich, noble Roman parents, he went to Rome at my age—19 or 20 at the most--to study law and became appalled by its sexual license and depravity. With a few young men who wanted to join him in the virtuous life, he fled from his studies taking with him (as a rich kid of the time would) his old nurse as a servant. They lived in a cave in the rugged mountain region of Subiaco to live. He designed a regimen of work and prayer. They made him their Abbot. For some of them, Benedict was too tough a disciplinarian. After a brief revolt, he moved with his followers who loved his austerity to Monte Cassino where he wrote the Rule. Monasteries had existed before him, but by the end of his life Benedictines were the model and his Rule became widely imitated.

In subsequent years, there were monasteries which turned decadent, yes—but monks left and built reformed ones. The time may be coming at this current Saint John’s to do this now.

In all things, with Benedict’s pre-Vatican II abbot successors, the monastery’s needs came first. So it was with the founding of Saint John’s. Saint John’s (named after the Baptizer) started as monastery, then a school for Indians, then a school for the white settlers and such youth around Saint Cloud, Minnesota who might be interested in attending. When the first Benedictines came to Saint Cloud from Saint Vincent’s abbey in Pennsylvania, they stopped at the Mississippi and looked for a boat to get across. The teen-aged son of the owner of the Edelbrock Inn volunteered his boat. The son joined them, labored as a brother, then a postulant for the priesthood, finally a priest and ultimately became Abbot of Saint John’s—Alexis Edelbrock.

Somewhat pliable and easy to please, Alexis passed the torch to Abbot Peter.Engel OSB a tough taskmaster but more martinet than spiritual. Then in 1921 the ideal combination of martinet and spiritual father took over…a man in the venerable image of Benedict, Alcuin Deutsch OSB who was both Abbot and president when I attended the university. A tiny man in his 60s then, trembling slightly with the beginnings of Parkinson’s, nevertheless when he led his crew into the abbey church for Matins at 4:30 a.m. carrying his shepherd’s crook the crosier, he was respected, feared, venerated and called at 5 feet four, a small man but every inch an Abbot.

In 1946, students exist and are taught at the convenience of the Benedictine monks who are excellently trained in the liberal arts with a solid Catholic underscoring. Catholicism permeates all the classes. Ancient history as taught deals superbly with the Greeks, Romans but zeroes in on the Middle East and devolves on the awaiting of the Messiah. The Dark Ages (falsely named) on the laboring of the (Benedictine) monks to preserve the treasures of the West from the barbarian. Medieval on the sanctity of the period plus the beginnings of decadence. Renaissance on the excessive materialism of the age. Contemporary on how wealth leads man away from God. Through each of the four years is integrated art appreciation, literature with emphasis on the immortal classics. Political science on the move from ancient chivalry to democracy. Heroes are the saints but also great men of stolid character. American history concerns the ideals of the founders in the style now called revisionist written by William Bennett i.e. pride in America.

The Bull of the Woods.

The university is geared to celibacy so as to make the lives of the monks easier. But for the chastely marriage-minded there is a girls’ Catholic college, Saint Benedict’s, down the road a few miles in the tiny town of Saint Joseph, run by nuns who stand watch over their charges’ vigilantly. There are a few mixers each year—all held on Sunday afternoon in the Saint Benedict’s gym, the sun streaming in the windows, all the lights on and nuns in charge serving non-alcoholic fruit punch. Men from Saint John’s who are not priesthood or monastery-bound are encouraged to date women from Saint Benedict’s—the purpose: not frivolity: they should marry, have children, raise them Catholic and serve the Church.

In this first postwar year of 1946, Abbot Alcuin has mandated that all students, whether pre-priesthood or not, take four straight years of philosophy and theology as part of a core curriculum. He makes that decision because at least 92% of the incoming freshmen class in 1946 are ex-GIs, freshly arrived from World War II, some with graying hair, some still wearing their old military jackets to class (which is allowed), all distinctly aware of the carnal temptations of the world, having met them and either resisted and yielded to them in Tokyo on R & R from the battles of the South Pacific, in France and Germany following the severe battles of Western Europe—or, if not sent overseas, in the military service towns in, let us say, Texas with leaves to go to the fleshpots of Juarez, Mexico from El Paso or Tijuana, Mexico from San Diego.

Abbot Alcuin also reinforces a rule that has become somewhat frayed with exceptions. There shall be a priest-prefect living on every floor of Saint Benet hall, the dormitory whose task it shall be to look with vigilance at all his charges. On weeknights the prefect is expected to keep his door open for those who wish to consult him. It becomes a habit of our particular prefect…Fr. Adelard Theunte, OSB, a rugged, black-haired, ruddy-cheeked German with a Ph.D in biology…to pace the long corridor on the second floor of Benet, saying his Office, occasionally rapping on a door to tell them to turn down their radio. He has the nickname “the Bull of the Woods” and indeed he looks like an enraged bull albeit without a ring in his nose. His highly polished shoes squeak as he walks and at our desk behind the closed door of our room, as we study, we can hear him pass by. When the squeaking stops, we lift our head from our reading. Something has attracted the attention of the Bull of the Woods. Then the squeaking resumes and we do the same.

He is muscular, a weight-lifter, an ex-athlete and a scowling presence. Rumor has it that he will be a future Abbot. Stories of his punitive actions have circulated the campus. Anyone seriously violating the rules (e.g. smuggling booze on campus) will be in trouble but if it happens on the floor of the Bull of the Woods there is no doubt: he will be expelled. Anyone who has a girl in his room excepting a sister on Sunday will be chastised (given that nothing serious has happened—and no one even thinks about this). But if it happens on the Bull of the Woods’ watch, he will be suspended. Anyone who leaves the campus on weeknights without permission will be…not expelled…not suspended…but no one knows what will happen if such an offense occurs on 2nd floor Benet under the vigilance of the Bull of the Woods. Maybe if he is lenient that day, the offender will be campus-ed” meaning kept in quarantine for a definite period of time when others can go to Saint Cloud to recreate. Backtalk to the Bull of the Woods means suspension. Questioning suspension of the Bull of the Woods means expulsion. No one in monastic hierarchy…neither the Abbot nor the Prior nor the sub-Prior…questions the Bull of the Woods.

Lights Out (Literally) at 11 p.m.

Lights go out at 11 p.m. and I mean “went out” since each dormitory floor has a monk-prefect who physically pulls the switch at that hour, cutting off the electricity. Those who want to continue studying are welcome to read by the light of kerosene lamps which can be purchased at Linnemann’s hardware store in nearby Saint Joseph. . At shortly after midnight the prefect visitd the rooms of those who are studying by kerosene lamp and orders the lights extinguished. All are in bed (two to a dormitory room with bunk beds) and you fall asleep as the huge bells toll throughout the night (you get used to be by the end of the year). So the difference for men who had been in the service and are in their mid-20s is significant…as for us teen-agers.

Some of the ex=GIs are married and live off-campus with their wives in makeshift barracks constructed by the federal government. Others are unmarried and are expected to live the celibate life with us (some of whom have just begun to shave). Some of these ex-GIs are 28 years old, somewhat grizzled from the war. To drown all the students in instant sanctity, Abbot Alcuin ordains that in late September, the school year will be launched with an obligatory 5-day retreat at which total silence will be mandated with lectures given by a Jesuit ex-Marine chaplain with the name of Rev. James Dismas Clark, SJ. The abbey community does not attend the retreat conferences, except for a few monks who are curious about the outer world. No student, utterly no one, is excused from attending the retreat and if one skips a session and is found lolling around he is to be expelled and on his way out of Saint John’s immediately.

The Retreat of All Retreats.

James Dismas Clark, SJ, about 50 years old with dark reddish hair pasted to his cranium in the era’s pompadour style, appears in cassock with a large crucifix tucked in his leather belt. He is simply the best thing to happen on campus. His sermons are far from academic; they involve men who have sinned in the service, men he has known…stories that caused all of us—teen-agers and gnarled ex-GIs to sit on the edge of our seats. One story had him rushing to a bordello in France to attend to a soldier stricken with a fatal heart attack as he committed fornication, the very contraceptive hanging from his member as Clark, his ear to his lips, heard his whispered words of remorse in confession, granting him absolution just before the young man died. At this point, some members of the cloister who were in the church gallery listening, retreated in dismay—but Clark went on. Some monks hurried to the Abbot and complained, saying Fr. Clark was shocking the student body.

No, said Abbot Alcuin, with a wave of his hand on which was the heavy ecclesial ring of authority, these men—especially the ex-servicemen—need this tough talk…and so far as the young ones are concerned, the talk is shocking to them but valuable since they will be dissuaded to be led astray by the older ones. The complaining monks retreat, shaking their heads and going tsk-tsk-tsk. But Abbot Alcuin was solemnly right. Men line up to go to confession to James Dismas Clark SJ every night of the retreat, until 4 in the morning, each confession being a general one in nature, beginning from infancy until the moment of enunciation.

Going to confession to Dismas Clark is a revelation for us teen-agers and even now, approaching 80, I calculate honestly that I have not experienced anything in a sermon so graphic as to produce blushing even among the ex-GIs—but graphics examples were needed and as he held high the crucifix, Clark provided the necessary shock therapy that jolted the campus to sanctity. Receiving the sacrament of penance by confessing all to Father Clark was a hair-raising experience that stays with me yet.

There is no confessional per se. He in alone in his room. There is a long line of men waiting for the experience. Occasionally the door opens and a man leaves, eyes reddened, heading for the chapel to recite his penance. The one just ahead of me in line was a saucy, skeptical ex-GI of about 30 known for his saucy and irreverent sallies at tradition. After a half hour he exited the room red-eyed and solemn, one cheek seeming to quiver from the tension he had just experienced. Now it is your turn.

You enter his room just off the university church. It is semi-dark. As your eyes become accustomed to the feeble light you see a figure slouched in an easy chair, his back to you, his giant crucifix clasped in his hands, his lips moving silently in prayer. You make your way to the chair and notice that pre-dieu or kneeler at his side. . You kneel by his side and he hands you the crucifix with the silver body of Christ thereon. He grips you around your waist. (It is startling but not to worry about undue familiarity as the debauched era of clerical pedophilia is decades away and unheard of as well as unimagined.)

He looks at your with burning eyes and says:

“My son, there have been men in this room before you who have wept with their tears falling on this crucifix. The last man who was here I had to help to his feet. And his experience in war was greater than my own. Now I will require you to make a general confession, beginning when you were first old enough to sin until the present day.”

Well, I wished not to disappoint him since men who had preceded me were veterans of the greatest war in history and tasted life, with all its excesses, to the fullest--but at age 18 what had I done to be even remotely interesting to this man who has heard everything? One had to think hard to summon up carnality when you lived the celibate life in the old Saint John’s atmosphere. I say carnality because this was the particular offense to God of which Father Clark is expert because he knows all about men…indeed after confessions are heard he reflects before the altar (God knows when he gets sleep since his Mass is at 8). This is, let me say, the most spiritually exhilarating confession I have ever made. But he made the most strides with the ex-GIs. A surprising number of the ex-GIs decide to enter the priesthood from that time—and some, now very old men, are members of the monastery yet, a tribute to the awakening they had from Dismas Clark SJ.

While I am not (nor have been since) remotely interested in the priesthood, I stay under confessional cross-examination for at least a half-hour—and as I leave I feel a sense of relief akin to having trod in the footsteps of Dante as he followed Virgil through purgatory and hell and then to walk behind his ideal woman, Beatrice to paradise. Complete and utter renewal of spirituality. If this is such for me, imagine what it is like for the ex-GIs. Some weep. Others remain in the chapel for most of the night in contrition and prayer. . And when Dismas Clark leaves Saint John’s at the conclusion of the retreat, a number of us weep as well. It was, in all, the most profound experience I have ever had. It was assuredly about the four great events of our lives: birth, confession, firm purpose of amendment, preparation for a life of service and ultimate resignation for death.

Even so, after the ardor for spirituality was ended, many of us , ex-GIs and teeners who do not wish to become monks…long to go to Saint Cloud for needed R & R for respite from the prospect of eternity spent writhing on a spit over the lapping tongues of fire and brimstone.

With the retreat over and Father Dismas Clark gone, the rush mounts to go to Saint Cloud or at the least Saint Joseph—anywhere where juke boxes play and beer is poured. I am too young to drink legally but do not allow that technicality to bother me, nor do the Germanic bartenders we visit on Saturdays. The procedure is to take the blue “Johnny Bus” from the campus to the tiny, boring town of Saint Joseph or, better yet, the larger community of Saint Cloud. Buses leave at 5 p.m. Saturday and return at 11 p.m. that night. There we melt into the Saint Cloud cosmopolitan crowd of farmers , blue and white collars and go to a German bar named Ubreken’s populated by farmers wearing Junior Gilliam overalls, to drink, with a few of the ex-GIs who had discover that for 50-cents one can get a bottle of Glueck Stite beer (12% alcohol) and a shot of bourbon. But the retreat does not fade ultimately—and has not faded yet. But there were the inevitable excesses of 18-year-old immaturity. Always however with firm purpose of amendment.

Saturday Nights Before 11 P. M. in Saint Cloud.


Several weeks into the Fall school term, we teen-agers decide to split from the ex-GIs rather than hear their interminable and boastful war stories with which we were unable to compete. In company with other teen-aged classmates, I go to an old-time polka dance at a public dance hall called the Coliseum with live orchestra (the Fairgrounds dance hall had “new time” music but cost more for admission).

The ex-GIs go to the Arrow Inn surnamed “the bloody bucket”…not as bad as it sounds… where they drink, tell their war stories to each other and try to figure out what had happened to them spiritually at the hands of Dismas Clark. They hope for the old-style, military camp followers for female companionship to take their minds off the experience—but the bishop of Saint Cloud has warned vigorously that young women…college women…should have nothing to do with ex-GIs unless the prospect of marriage is in the offing.

He says flatly id that the ex-GIs attending Saint John’s should go to the Sunday afternoon mixers at Saint Benedict’s college where fruit punch is served: otherwise Saint Cloud girls should be on their guard as their adversary the devil stalks like a hungry lion seeking whom he may devour.

So while the unmarried ex-GIs gather in male bonding sharing views of the retreat in the Bloody Bucket in Saint Cloud in the Fall of 1946, we teen-agers are regarded by the townsmen as acceptably fair game for their daughters. So here we are at the Coliseum dance hall while the band, presided over by a New Ulm native named “Whoopee John” Wilfahrt, oomp-pah songs like the “Blue Skirt Waltz.” Frankie Yankovic to come the following week and the week after that the “Six Fat Dutchmen.”

None of us teeners know how to polka but one bubbling, raven-haired girl my age leaves her dance partner mid-center on the dance floor and volunteers to show me how. What happens to her consort I never know but she is my partner now, named Mildred Murphy, my exact age, a nurse-in-training at Saint Cloud Hospital tutors me. We giggle at my awkwardness. But she is entranced that I am from Chicago. She has an older brother who was a monk of Saint John’s, Rev. Malachy Murphy OSB, conceivably (I thought) the only Irishman monk at that heavily Germanic monastery. He was. She has abandoned her former dance partner, a farm lad who stalks back to his booth. But I am overwhelmed.

She happens to be the first young woman in my entire life who pays me attention. Now that I have found one interested in me, I am insistent that no rival come between us. An ex-GI tries to ask her to dance; she responds with a flutter of her dark eyes and says “no tanks” in typical Stearns county Germanic accent despite her Irish surname. I am ecstatic that she chose to continue to teach me how to dance “old time.”

As “Whoopee John” plays, we exchange addresses and after an hour of steady dancing she has to leave for the nurses’ training residence at Saint Cloud Hospital. I cannot escort her there as I have no money to pay for taxi but the farm lad comes up from nowhere and she reluctantly goes with him.

So I groan but she understands that I cannot pay the taxi and gives my hand a squeeze of understanding. That night after I get back to my dorm, I scribble a letter to her by the light of the kerosene lamp (The Bull of the Woods with a temper to match allows the kerosene lamp to be used beyond midnight on Saturdays). In a few days halleluja! she responds on a scented envelope with lavender ink and a flowing feminine handwriting. I respond immediately expressing the wish that possibly we can go to the movies next Saturday. The next lavender-scented response said that she was agreeable—but alas, she is on duty at the hospital for every Saturday in the immediate future. I am desolate.

She writes tentatively: would a weeknight be appropriate? Of course it would NOT for me; Saint John’s inflexible rule…almost as sacred as the Commandments…is that NO DORMITORY STUDENT LEAVES THE CAMPUS ON WEEK NIGHTS WITHOUT PERMISSION. An injunction even the ex-GIs observe religiously.

Instantly, while my love of the abbey-university routine continues, for reasons of the heart I decide just this once to become a rebel. I have been at Saint John’s only two months and already I am plotting to violate a tenet of the university regimen. Willing to risk the worst from the “Bull of the Woods” for fair lady who gave me particular attention.

To be continued tomorrow.

Friday, May 16, 2008

Personal Asides: McCain’s Columbus, Ohio Speech Historic, Brilliant, Incisive: “Question Time” ala Parliament Outstanding. What More Adjectives Can I Use?...Another “Great Book” that Screwed Us Up.

descartes


McCain at Columbus, Ohio.

For this jaded politician-watcher who has been in the peanut galleries for more than 50 years-- as journalist, speech-writer, state official, federal official, foreign service officer, corporate executive, university lecturer, radio host and now journalist again--John McCain’s Columbus, Ohio speech yesterday goes down as easily the finest in recent times, equaling the greatest Republican campaign speech made in the 20th century, Ronald Reagan’s 1976 address to the Republican convention in Kansas City that nominated Gerald Ford.

At Kansas City Reagan, though defeated, set the parameters for his 1980 speech by articulating a matchless vision that Ford and no other Republican could have matched, sending delegates home with buyers’ remorse, feeling they had just nominated the wrong man. In his speech, Reagan told the story that became almost immortally tied to him. He was asked to write a note for a time capsule that would be opened in a hundred years. He pondered what to write. Then he realized that it didn’t matter, because in a hundred years Americans would know whether this country had faced up to the nuclear threat or had lost the battle of nerve. The crowd was powerfully silent when he spoke (I was there).

Paradoxically, two concession speeches, Reagan’s in 1976 and John Kennedy’s in 1956 at Chicago’s International Amphitheatre in losing the vice presidential nomination to Estes Kefauver (again, I was there) marked both men as sure fire players for future presidential runs. Unquestionably the far better speech was Reagan’s in that he set forth his vision of an America that he largely translated in his two terms.

But even Reagan’s speech was thin gruel next to McCain’s who as nominee did the stunningly unusual: he set forth a vision that comes near to ending the age issue that has dogged him and also announced a magnificent departure from presidencies of the past…a departure that has surprisingly been downplayed by the largely pro-Obama mainstream media. Moreover he presented himself as a kind of secular version of John XXIII who came to the papacy as an expected caretaker but who revolutionized the Church. (I don’t want to push that analogy too far as John died before Vatican II was concluded, to be followed by Paul VI who was a kind of ineffectual Hamlet with the great exception of “Humanae Vitae” which must have been engendered by the Holy Spirit. But take the analogy only so far—that McCain would be another Good Pope John whose wondrous frankness and humor brushed aside the cobwebs of the papacy that had shrouded it for 1,200 years).

First, McCain’s speech constituted a brilliant effort to downgrade the age issue, which is the most effective handling of that issue I have seen (far more so than Reagan did in his reelection where he was reduced to making a joke about 56-year-old Walter Mondale’s callow youth) which saved the day for RR’s reelection. As the world knows, McCain would be 72 on his inauguration, the oldest of presidents. His enumerating the goals to be undertaken in his first term shows that at this point of his life anyhow, he has the intellectual acumen and moral energy to re-start the creative engines of his party which have been stalled since 2005, when Denny Hastert and others lounged around as pork-chop incumbents and characterized the GOP as a big-spending, anti-thrift party.

Using the year 2013 when his first term will have been completed (and he will be 76), McCain said (a) American servicemen and women will be welcomed home after winning the war in Iraq, preventing civil war there, the militias disbanded, the Iraqi security force competent, the Taliban in Afghanistan reduced (but not eliminated), Osama bin Laden either dead or captured and no further terrorist attack against the U.S. The size of the military will have been “significantly increased,” the U. S. and NATO will have convinced Sudan to accept a multinational peacekeeping force. The U.S. will have returned to robust economic growth, the AMT phased out, the child exemption doubled, new free trade agreements ratified, health care costs reduced, the U.S. on the way to independence from foreign sources of oil.

Second, he played his trump card with masterly effectiveness—tying his vision to his ability to work across the aisle with Democrats since he is a master of legislative triangulation in achieving bipartisan progress, something Obama has talked about but has not thus far participated in.



“Question Time” Between President and Congress.



Third—and this strikes me, the amateur historian as powerfully significant—his pledge to further democratize and make more transparent the presidency with these words: “I will ask Congress to grant me the privilege of coming before both Houses to take questions and address criticism, much the same as the prime minister of Great Britain appears regularly before the House of Commons.”



By all odds, this is the most important innovation since Woodrow Wilson made the decision to revive the tradition, begun by George Washington, to personally appear before a joint session of Congress for the State of the Union. It is a brilliant innovation that will change the nature of the presidency enormously and for the better. It shows an amplification of the communication powers of the presidency. William Howard Taft was the first president to initiate questions from the press which were submitted in writing and to which he responded in writing. Franklin Roosevelt met with the press privately in conferences for off-the-record briefing purposes only where his words were not directly reported. Dwight Eisenhower enlarged this to meet with the media including television on a filmed delay basis which presented the president for the first time explaining his views to the media. John Kennedy enlarged this to hold live televised news conferences for the first time.

Now in the most significant enlargement of democracy since the presidency began, McCain would meet with a joint session of Congress and answer questions in parliamentary form—a magnificent and luminous sharing of his views with Americans. Frankly, it is something few previous presidents would have found the guts to try. Reagan was a master of communications but no one ever insinuated that he had an encyclopedic mind on the intricacies of government that Question Time would necessitate. Franklin Roosevelt was a Machiavellian master of timing and strategy but stayed as far away from immediate performances like debates as was possible.

As a former senator, Harry Truman might be expected to do well but he was never a warrior with the spoken word in debate, either in the Senate where he served or afterward. He would have been advised to avoid such appearances. Dwight Eisenhower would argue that Question Time would be dangerous in that the president might accidentally divulge some hitherto secret military knowledge in heated Question Time response (yet British prime ministers have all faced that same test). John Kennedy’s media advisers would certainly have advised him to avoid it since the Congress of his time had people far better equipped on military matters than he, e.g. Richard Russell of Georgia and on economics the wizard Eugene Milliken of Colorado. And on the details of government and its waste, John Williams of Delaware or Bill Proxmire of Wisconsin. And that’s before we get to Harry Flood Byrd of Virginia.

Let us acknowledge that Lyndon Johnson, the shrewd master of the Senate, would acquit himself well—but Richard Nixon with his sanctimoniousness and shriveled ego resulting in a strong streak of paranoia would have ruined himself long before his ultimate ruination with Watergate. Strangely, Gerald Ford, not the most articulate, would probably have done better than most since he was inured to House debate. Jimmy Carter would have been wise to turn down the opportunity for he would have been a disaster. George H. W. Bush might have made a pretty good stab at it. Bill Clinton, the master of persuasion, would have done very well. George W. Bush would not have been at his best before the Congress, let’s face it.

If McCain is elected so that he can inaugurate this new tradition, the nature of presidential candidates will irredeemably change. Presidential candidates will be chosen with an eye to how they would perform under these trying circumstances—which would elevate the quality of men and women seeking the post.

The odds are heavily against a Republican presidential victory this year but Democrats will be hard-pressed to employ the age issue since McCain has well used his time while Obama and Hillary Clinton have been squabbling over seemingly nothing (as they agree on all the salient issues).

In summary, McCain has given the country a strong jolt of creativity which should generate the hope that he be elected to translate his vision to reality. Although I backed Mitt Romney before McCain, the circumstances have thrust McCain forward with such drama that he is indeed the best man. His powerful presentation in Columbus proves it yet again.

II: Descartes Meant Well but--.

The second so-called great book (or great idea) that screwed up the world…and in reading Benjamin Wiker I recall now distinctly Fr. Ernest Kilzer OSB’s views on this…is by Rene Descartes [1596-1650] entitled “Discourse on Method” [1637]. Descartes is called the Father of Modern Philosophy…and right: he is, but that’s not all good. Modern philosophy today is a disgrace. Descartes is the father of it and he meant well but he granted skepticism far too much in trying to work his way out of it. Indeed, he worsened the skepticism.

Suppose you started to think that everything you are and everything you see doesn’t exist but is in a dream. Think of that long enough and you may go mad.

So in order to think himself out of that dilemma, Descartes started off by doubting everything, including the great works of the past, because there are different points of view in them, hence who is to say what’s right? In fact who is to say there is reason? So when other men who had better things to do went to work, building houses and doing things constructive, Descartes kept thinking: what if nothing exists and I am in a dream world? How can I prove that I am not? How can I prove I exist?

He came to the phrase: I think, therefore I am—meaning because I am thinking this, there is reality. Hurrah? Not so, said Father Ernie and now Ben Wiker. Why? Wiker: Does it sound convincing? “If it does, congratulations! You’ve just walked into a trap that has ensnared the Western mind for four centuries. It is a trap from which there is no escap;e because Descartes has presented it as itself an escape—but it is an escape from a trap that doesn’t exist.”

“Skepticism is a problem in our minds. It is a deadly trap only if we retreat into our minds to escape it. That is, if we let our doubt turn into doubt about reality. The place to run to escape skepticism is not our own minds…but straight into a tree to remind ourselves that, whatever our fancy to the contrary, the real world outside our minds has been factually solid all along. The proper and natural treatment for those inclined to think themselves into a corner is not to go into a corner and think but to run into the fields to grasp and be grasped by reality.” Wilker goes (and Ernie used to go) on and on to screw Descartes around. We could say, “Well, Rene, isn’t it really the other way around? In order to think, I first have to exist and I go right on existing even when I am not thinking. Anyhow, didn’t the world get along just fine before I was ever around to think about anything? So we should say, `I am, therefore I can think’ rather than `I think, therefore I am.’”

He went from there to try to proof the existence of God. Notice I say “try.” And he tried to do it this way: I can fathom a perfect Being. Thus because I can fathom this, He must exist. Thus there is a God. Well, I can imagine a world without God as well. Does that mean there is no God?

Com’on, as Ernie used to say (this I remember): “I can fathom a better world than this is on Mars. Does that mean that because I can fathom it, it exists? Of course not!”. And then he would storm around the classroom snarling, “the nerve of that Descartes!” This for a 17-year-old to watch and listen to was revelatory. (All the while, down the hall a near-relativist was screwing up some other of my classmates with his airy, poetic but totally subjective views of God and purpose. Even then in the traditionalist abbey were the seeds of relativism beginning to sprout though no one recognized them as such then, in 1946—from Fr. Godfrey Diekmann OSB but that is another story).

What goofed up ideas did Descartes leave us? Three things says Wiker. First, subjectivism. It all depends on me. “As we declare that there is no wisdom in the past and that whatever seems certain to us now must be true.” Second, “the confusion of true wisdom about God with whatever one happens to think about God…the ultimate egotism, since in defining God by our ownthoughts, we define everything else accordingly.”

Third, the apprehension that “since God was caused by our thinking Him, then He must only be a thought and not a reality.”

Our lecture on Descartes in 1946 ended with Ernie slamming the book “Discourses” shut with a bang and saying, “there! I have disposed of that miserable intruder on Western thought!”

If you want more about Descartes get the book, “10 Books that Screwed Up the World” by Benjamin Wiker. Just off the press (Regnery).

Thursday, May 15, 2008

Personal Aside: “The Prince” Chortles at Rulers Who Let Underlings Take the Heat for Pursuing Evil. And How Radical Was Martin Luther King?

kingw_spock


The Prince.

“Hence it is necessary to a prince if he wants to maintain himself, to learn to be able not to do good…” With these words Niccolo Machiavelli became, in the estimation of scholar Benjamin Wiker, Ph.D, author of “10 Books that Screwed Up the World,” the protagonist of evil who became celebrated in less than a century of his death by Shakespeare (in “Richard III”) as the “murdrous Machiavel” the epitome of the evil statesman.

I told you yesterday that Wiker must have been influenced by someone who starkly resembled my old, late lamented philosophy professor because this book repeats case-by-case the views of the old Benedictine whose philosophy I thought I had lost by my 17-year-old carelessness in tossing away my notes from the academic year 1946-47.

Machiavelli insisted the Prince should not be the heavy, however, should not be hated—in fact, he should encourage his aides to do the dirty work that has to be done. There is an inherent contradiction in his writing i.e. the greatest moral good is a virtuous and stable state. But this is counterbalanced by the injunction that any actions to protect the country, no matter how cruel, are always justified. “Despite recent attempts to portray Machiavelli as merely a sincere and harmless teacher of prudent statesmanship,” writes Wiker, “I shall take the old-fashioned approach and treat him as one of the most profound teachers of evil the world has ever known.”

Example: Chapter 18 which asks if a prince should keep faith, honor his promises, work with what we today call transparency, be honest? Machiavelli concedes that everyone understands it is “laudable…for a prince to keep faith and live with honesty” but the rule that keeping one’s word might be discarded and, in fact, the entire idea of being good is rather naïve. The Prince must not concentrate on being good but seeming to be good. The Prince must be a “great pretender and dissembler.”

One example of what Machiavelli meant was cited in the case of Cesare Borgia, a consummately evil man. He had been named a cardinal but resigned to pursue his political ambitions. In Chapter 7 Machiavelli describes a typical Borgia action. Borgia had a bad reputation, deservedly with his conquered subjects which motivated them to rebellion. One principality Borgia had taken was Romagna which was “quite full of robberies, quarrels aqnd every other kind of insolence.” Borgia wanted to subdue its crime because it is hard work to rule the unruly. But remembering that a Prince must be well thought-of, he sent in a henchman, Remirro de Orco, “a cruel and ready man, to whom he gave the fullest power.” Remirro was the heavy, inflicted discipline but became unpopular in the process. So after Remirro had done his savagery for his boss, Borgia ingratiated himself to the people and became their hero by instituting a ceremony in the piazza where everybody came to watch.

He had Remirro cut “in two pieces” which deeply impressed the people as they watched him hewn in half in the town square. Aha, Machiavelli thought that tactic was just ducky. With one stroke of the knife that cut Remirro in twain, Borgia elevated himself as the steward of goodness in the people’s eyes. “I would not know how to reproach him,” Machiavelli writes of Borgia’s career. “On the contrary, it seems to me he should be put forward as I have done, to be imitated by all those who have risen to empire through fortune.”

Probably the most skilled practitioner of Machiavelli in our time was Franklin D. Roosevelt. Here is a guy who pledged to keep us out of war while running for a third term…and won largely because the voters felt he was skilled to keep us out of war…all the while he was manipulating us to war. Here was a guy who talked about civil liberties while pushing his attorney general, Francis Biddle, to punish unconstitutionally those who talked against him, content to try to get rid of Biddle for practice of unconstitutional means when Biddle followed FDR’s advice. This analogy is mine, not Fr. Ernest’s nor Wiker’s.

Nor is this book merely a treatise on tactics. Christianity, Machiavelli instructs us, causes us to train our energies on an imaginary kingdom in the sky rather than seeking to make the real work more livable. “Machiavelli thereby initiates the great conflict between modern secularism and Christianity that largely defines the next 500 years of Western history and in this respect, ‘The Prince’ shows its mark in all the rest of the books we will examine,” summarizes Wiker.

King: How Radical?

Martin Luther King has been cited by many as supporting only equality of opportunity and not affirmative action. Not so as Dr. Thomas E. Woods, Jr. writes in”33 Questions About American History:” [Crown Forum: 2007]. Woods is a Harvard graduate with a Ph.D in history from Columbia.

As a contemporary eyewitness to King, I recall that his initial foray was quite modest—support of equal opportunity in hiring and service at lunch counters and public transportation. But he grew more radical later on in life and endorsed such ideas as reimbursement for centuries of slavery and segregation. Witness his last book.

King wrote this in “Why We Can’t Wait”: “No amount of gold could provide an adequate compensation for the exploitation and humiliation of the Negro in America down through the centuries., Not all the wealth of this affluent society could meet the bill. Yet a price can be placed on unpaid wages. The ancient common law has always provided a remedy for the appropriatioin of the labor of one human being by another. This law should be made to apply for American Negroes. The payment should be in the form of a massive program by the government of special, compensatory measures which could be regarded as a settlement in accordance with the accepted practice of common law. Such measures would certainly be less expensive than any computation based on two centuries of unpaid wages and accumulated interest. I am proposing, therefore, that just as we granted a GI Bill of Rights to war veterans, America launch a broad-based and gigantic Bill of Rights for the Disadvantaged, our veterans of the long siege of denial.”

The King we honor today is the earlier version not the vociferous leader he became.

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Personal Aside: Ten Ideas that Screwed Up the World.

machiavellis_portrait


What’s the Big Idea? Ernie’s Notes Reconstituted.

I’ve related some time back that when I went to college (at St. John’s University, Collegeville, Minnesota) in 1946 I was seventeen…one of a handful of kids my age, the remainder of the freshman class being ex-GIs recently mustered out of service, including quite a few who saw action in either the South Pacific or the European theatre. We 17-year-olds were unable to match them, of course, and were intimidated by them. Some were well along in years (by our reckoning), in their 20s, looking for babes and booze of which there was none at our all-male, severely restricted school, also a Benedictine monastery, 1-1/2 miles from the nearest highway, surrounded by 1,400 acres of dense woodland plus two crystal-clear lakes and after you walk to the highway a full sixteen miles to the nearest town of Saint Cloud (population then: 22,000). Stearns county, Minnesota was the most Germanic county in the country and probably the most solidly Catholic as well, part of an ecclesiastical see presided over by a conservative pre-Vatican II bishop who was so powerful that at Lent all the dancehalls shut down since no one went out dancing in deference to the penitential season.

The ex-GIs, some of whom had grey hair, groaned and said Dear God, what have we gotten into? For us aged 17 it was a lark to be away from home and a terrific Saturday night was spent by taking the Johnny bus into St. Cloud, going to a movie, having an ice cream soda and catching the Johnny bus back leaving St. Cloud at 10 p.m., walking the 1-1/2 miles in from, the road to our dormitory where lights out on Saturday night (only) was at midnight (other nights at 10:30 p.m.). Some ex-GIs made the trip, went to the bar at the Spaniol Hotel and got drunk, often missing the Johnny bus, trying to pick up girls (the farm variety were generally disinterested) and chipping in together to get a cab to drive them back to the school where, arriving in the dark, they had to grope their way to their dormitory beds.

The spectacle of some of them tottering around the campus on Saturday night in an inebriated state angered the venerable Abbot-President of Saint John’s, the Right Rev. Alcuin Deutsch, OSB. So he laid down an order. Everyone in the freshmen class…ex-GIs and us 17-year-olds (whom he feared would be corrupted) would have to take four straight years of philosophy and theology—no exceptions. Well, there was one exception. Most of the ex-GIs…and those of exceptional mental acuity… were sent to take philosophy under the Rev. Godfrey Diekmann OSB who was a very clever, late-blooming theological progressive.

The dumb ones like me were directed to take philosophy and theology from the Rev. Ernest Kilzer OSB, an old-guard expert in Thomism. That was my first lucky break and for me it made all the difference. I wrote about Father Godfrey earlier in “Flashbacks.” He anticipated Vatican II and beyond with all the relativism that brought such disaster to the formerly confident Church structure. Many…not all but many…of those who took his courses experienced almost insoluble difficulties with the rubrics of the Church.

For all the ex-GIs and all of us, Abbot Alcuin saved the day. He ordered a general 5-day retreat for all students in 1946, taught by a Fr. James Dismas Clark, S. J. who had just returned from the service as a chaplain where he survived Iwo Jima and Guadalcanal. The retreat put on by this man who chose the name Dismas, that of the Good Thief, was experiential and invaluable. As result, Godfrey’s well-intentioned but fallacies notwithstanding, some of those ex-GIs decided to become Benedictines and are in the abbey yet, as white-haired monks walking in single file for early morning Matins, serving God through the day until Compline.

But many who took their courses from Godfrey had difficulties and if they didn’t stray from the Church became skeptics. But those of us who took our lessons from Fr. Ernest, largely, had no difficulties and a good many more became monks than those did with Godfrey…and if not monks the better men of which number I like to count myself. We got superb philosophical ballast which didn’t do a damned thing for our abilities to earn money in the cold, hard materialistic world, but gave us a reassurance that stayed with us all our lives. Here I am almost eighty and while far from an angel or saint…an earthen vessel…having fallen as humans are wont to do…know through Ernie’s dicta the nature of man and sin, forgiveness and redemption. For which I am deeply grateful to his memory as he lies there dead 40 years in the Abbey churchyard.

But despite all Ernie’s genius, I was still only seventeen, an only child, the first time away from home, with lamentable sense of boredom about my studies, a young man who sorely wanted to know the evil world Ernie condemned…at least let us say, to be tempted…in sinful, devil-may-care Saint Cloud (population: 22,000), drinking Glueck stite beer (12%) with a bourbon chaser which made me sicker the first time I tasted it than I ever can imagine it possible to be: causing me to fear first that I would die, then that I might not die.

So I am sorry to say I dawdled somewhat through my studies in philosophy and theology, while thanks to Ernie’s genius and my fear of his examinations, absorbing much more than I imagined (as it turned out) but not keeping my notes after examinations were taken. Hence when I graduated and went out to the world I often bitterly regretted not saving those notes.

Fr. Ernest, began our first year by saying that his course would take us through not just the great ideas and ideals of the Greeks and Thomas but the fallacies that have betrayed the wisdom of the West and have led the world into almost irrecoverable intellectual error.

For decades I yearned for those notes which I had tossed. I read book after book on philosophy and theology through all these years. Some were good, as Mortimer Adler’s (Lillian and I even took Adler’s course on the Great Books), brilliant, taught by the Master himself but none expressed in such cogent force what old Ernie (as we called him behind his back) enunciated.

Well, now, I can tell you that I have found the notes from Ernie’s four years of classes in philosophy and theology. Well—that’s an overstatement. Not exactly. But I have found the next best thing. A book expressed in far more vulgar style than Ernie would but which nevertheless makes Ernie’s points. It is called “10 Books that Screwed Up the World” by Benjamin Wiker, Ph.D. As I read the book and re-read it, I heard Ernie’s authoritarian voice once again. I checked out Wiker. His credentials are superb. He taught at Thomas Aquinas College in California, probably the most academically stringent of all the newer colleges formed to retrace the steps lost by the larger, nominal ones.

Benjamin Wiker…and I, over my lifetime…have read these dreadful 10 books so that you won’t have to. I’ll start reviewing his book tomorrow beginning with the first screwy idea. Never fear, it won’t be boring. I’ll add my own views so as to lighten the discussion (Ernie once told me: Your philosophical depth, Mr. Roeser, is that of a pie-tin!” Your comments eagerly received. And there will also be ample room to discuss politics and public affairs. Tomorrow then comes the first disquisition on “The Prince” by Niccolo Machiavelli [1469-1527]. I know Machiavelli has been stupendously praised for his realism and cynicism. There are dangers to him. Hear Wiker out. And contribute your ideas. I know Dr. Paul Green who reads this blog is himself an expert on Machiavelli who will not agree with us and his erudite words are welcomed as well. Tomorrow then, bright and early, THE PRINCE.

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Personal Aside: Blago’s Committee Owes Almost a Million to Big Jimbo’s Firm says “Crain’s” Hinz.

bigjim


Big Jimbo the Magnificent.

The thin-lipped giant, 5-term governor and architect of the bipartisan one-hand-washing-the-other between the political parties which the “Tribune’s” John Kass aptly has called the “Combine,” James R. Thompson, seemingly has allowed his law firm Winston-Strawn, to hold the bag on a $965,352.04 bill for representing the unofficial defendant in the Rezko case, Citizens for Blagojevich, the governor’s campaign committee—so reports Greg Hinz of “Crain’s Chicago Business” in a brilliant piece of journalism.

The ex-governor who has become the state’s prime lobbyist, ostentatiously put his law firm on a pro-bono basis to carry the $10 million plus legal carriage encumbered by corrupt ex-governor George Ryan. According to Hinz, the pro-bono was to accommodate Ryan for rewarding Thompson’s firm with lots of legal business. Whether that is the case or whether Thompson felt a need to keep Ryan cozy and a friend for fear of what he might disclose in anger is unknown. After the Ryan case ended with a horrific loss for Ryan, Thompson decided to step down as chairman. Now larded with the taste for a lifestyle approximating Suileman the Magnificent, Thompson with a patch of prematurely orange hair atop his head, is busily trying to sell Sam Zell on a token of mercantilism similar to the state’s buying in to the White Sox for which he became famous—using state clout (he says no tax monies will be used but he frequently won reelection pledging no tax hikes and then reneged) to “save” Wrigley Field.

As Hinz writes, Ryan got a $10 million freebie in from Big Jimbo in part because the feds restricted his campaign fund from paying Thompson by charging it with racketeering. He points out that this could repeat itself with Blagojevich.

An excellent story from one of the city’s preeminent reporters and analysts.

MR. OBAMA: A BLACK PRESIDENTIAL CANDIDATE HAS TO DEFINE WHERE HE STANDS ON RACE—WITH NO AMBIGUITY.


Since Civil War Black Empowerment Has Split 4 Ways and

Barack Obama Should Do More than Straddle. But He’s Unlikely.

This week’s column for The Wanderer, the nation’s oldest national Catholic newspaper. (NOTE: Published article is excerpted from this

longer version).


By Thomas F. Roeser

CHICAGO—We now digress from our weekly review of the presidential campaign for a little sociology. Why? Because Barack Obama and his ex-pastor’s quarrel about race will linger through Nov. 4. So let us divert from horserace politics and make it a teaching moment.

THE STORY THUS FAR: Rev. Jeremiah Wright, the black racist from Chicago’s Hyde Park lives in a $1 million mansion owned by his church which spares him from paying taxes, in a gated community keeping him apart from the riff-raff. He drives a Mercedes and stands to become a multi-millionaire.

WHY? Because he suddenly hit the jackpot when one of his flock became the all-but-anointed black Messiah of liberalism, giving Wright access to the national media where Wright gets Superbowl-style coverage for his views which he enjoys hugely. He is good for big lecture fees starting at $25,000 a pop, a book and national TV bookings.


THEN WHAT HAPPENED? At the National Press Club last week he seemingly covered all the bases, declaring (a) Louis Farrakhan “one of the most important voices in the 20th and 21st century” and (b) declaring whites worship in church in the morning and put on white Klan sheets at night, (c) defending his accusation that the U.S. government invented the HIV virus to kill off the black population (“our government is capable of doing anything”). Topping it off, he (d) endorsed the anti-black stereotype that blacks and whites have differently wired brains. Why does he echo Mississippi’s old segregationist senator Theodore Bilbo of the `50s who used the same, unproven rationale to justify his contention that blacks are intellectually inferior to whites and hence integration can’t work? A good psychiatrist might say it’s black nationalist race hatred born of deepest insecurity n reaction to generations of liberal white patronizing.

NOW THE PRESENT: Why did young Obama choose Wright’s church in his quest for Jesus Christ? Chicago Democratic realists know that the agree that young Obama came to Wright’s church not to find Jesus Christ (well, if he bumped into Him in addition to what Obama was really seeking, fine) but as a hip, politically astute community organizer looking for a political base to run for public office. Black churches are fecund sources for volunteers and Trinity was ripe pickin’s with 10,000-plus activist parishioners. As to why Obama stayed 20 years in a church where Wright extolled race hatred, the answer is easy and candidly supplied by Wright himself: Obama was seldom in the pews but used the church for “shake-and-howdy.” Did he know of Wright’s views? Of course: they’re not much different from those of other black ministers who seek to rev up their congregations by turning up the heat on whitey. Once Obama became big time, the views seemed incongruent to his so-called moderate image.

HOW DID ALL THIS BEGIN?

Silberman and White Guilt.

Does the name Charles Silberman mean anything today? No? Ah, how soon we forget! He was the most famous establishmentarian interpreter of white social justice in 1964 with his book Crisis in Black and White [Random House: 1964]. An associate editor of Fortune, he beseeched compassion for “the Negro” the favored word of the era; his book was required reading for corporate executives striving to stay abreast of the times.



Silberman wrote that (1) whites have “degraded the Negro.” Slaves, he said, were treated more shabbily in the U.S. than almost anywhere in history (what? Worse than the Spartans and Athenians who drove their captives to work in the mines to the point of death in 7th century B. C.? Or the hostages held by 2nd century B. C. Rome who were fed to the lions for the pleasure of the crowds before Christians came along? Not even remotely true.) But Silberman sold the thesis to business and the media. By dint of 400 years of slavery and segregation, he wrote, black pride was systematically knocked out of them. The job is to re-instill it.

He continued: (2) Negroes can only recover their self-respect if “whites go out of their way to give them a helping hand because merely allowing them equality of opportunity is not enough.” So (3) there must be special remedial training in all areas starting with schooling for “Negro children” at an earlier age—at three or four. If this doesn’t happen, by the time children are five or six “an overcrowded, oppressive [sic] home life has stifled their impulse to learn and made them much less alert than comparable white children.” Moreover (4) corporations “must set job quotas for Negroes”,” give them on-the-job training and even put up with impaired efficiency “until the Negroes are trained.” Thus were affirmative action and quotas born.

Then Silberman pointed as a model (guess what and where?) the Woodlawn area of Chicago’s South Side. Bounded by Lake Michigan to the east, 60th street to the north, Martin Luther King, Jr., drive to the west and 67th to the south, Woodlawn had been devastated by joblessness when black poor moved in to the former middle-class area in the 1940s--but never fear: Woodlawn, he pontificated, /would conquer black poverty, build jobs and opportunities through the heroism of one man—Chicago-born Saul Alinsky, 55. Alinsky, author of Reveille for Radicals which entranced liberals, had conceived a formula for community organization that instilled demonstrations, picketing and non-violent protest to gain remedial redress.

Alinsky had done it before successfully, Silberman wrote, when he organized a white ethnic Chicago neighborhood, “Back of the Yards,” to win respect for packing house workers struggling against the heartless owners of the stockyards. True to a degree: but now the old packinghouses were preparing to move away (which Silberman forgot to report). Now Silberman boasted, the man who organized Lithuanians, Poles, Irish and Italians into the “Back of the Yards Council,” was organizing black poor to win redress and make Woodlawn an island of social justice, through creation of a militant community organization, TWO (standing for The Woodlawn Organization). Apples and oranges, I reasoned: organizing whites with solid family structures and at least high school educations is different than galvanizing black poor without much education, products of splintered families who have moved here from the Mississippi delta.

How would Alinsky organize the black poor? By raising hell, staging picket lines, holding marches. I discovered (great coincidence) that Alinsky’s top assistant was one Ed Chambers with whom I had gone to school at St. John’s in Minnesota. I met with Alinsky and Chambers and was unimpressed. I didn’t see how organizing black ministers with the aid of one powerful Catholic monsignor downtown (Msgr. Jack Egan) to lead pressure tactics was going to get anything more than TV coverage.

I was right. The latest census shows Woodlawn today is much worse off than it was in the `60s: 27,000 people living in 10,000 households, over 90% black, half on public aid and median income under $13,000. Also 60s-style liberal programs have contributed to the breakup of the black families existing there, to be supplanted by gangs. Gangs supply the semblance of solidity families once did and also financial resources for black youth in drug pushing and sales. But life expectancy may be shorter than in Baghdad since rival gangs war on the citizens and society. Liberals’ only answer: nothing more than ministers and weeping mothers parading with placards and white radical Fr. Michael Pfleger shouting from his pulpit for an end to legal gunshops.

Ah, but if I had only junked Silberman when I rejected Alinsky. No, Silberman’s liberal poison of the white man as dispenser of beneficence had seeped into my consciousness. Whitey has a major responsibility to help heroically to enable “Negroes to recover their self respect,” that “merely allowing Negroes equality of opportunity is not enough” and that affirmative steps must be taken to ensure that Negroes are assisted more than any other group, including quotas, putting up with temporary inefficiency until—how long? Until “the Negroes are trained.”

Misled by that faulty `60s sociology, I left Quaker temporarily, took the job as assistant Commerce secretary, built the nation’s minority enterprise program under Richard Nixon and. created the model of preferential government contracts for minority businesses that is both used and abused by the feds, states and municipalities even today (I wanted it to last 10 years but its life is now immortal), spawned hundreds of small business investment companies (SBICs) directed only to minorities, not whites.

It didn’t pan out. The lowering of standards that Silberman advocated worsened the black feeling of inferiority which was eased by black anger and retaliation, black demands for “reparations” and foolish connotations of modern “slavery.” All the help from government and philanthropy unavailing, consider Michelle Obama’s well-publicized grievances against a white society that had made special arrangements so she could go to Princeton and Harvard. She couldn’t have gone either place on her own and she’ll never forgive white America for helping her.

Three Proposed Solutions to the Race Problem.

The rancorous national debate on race today is a meld of the contradictory views of black progress enunciated by four very different black men, three of whom clashed a few decades after the Civil War. The question: who was/is right? After years of working on civil rights issues hee and in Washington, I faltered, first believing W. E. B. DuBois was right but after returning to Chicago changed and have remained firm in my contention ever since.

. The two post-Civil War leaders holding radically different views were Booker T. Washington and W. E. B. DuBois. They were followed later by Marcus Garvey whose thinking spawned Elijah Muhammad, Malcolm X and Louis Farrakhan and from them a species of black liberation theologians including James H. Cone whose thinking influenced Jeremiah Wright. .

1. Booker T. Washington’s Gradualism Approach.

Born into slavery, Booker T. Washington [1856-1915] fostered the model for newly freed slaves to make the most of freedom (like Obama he came from mixed racial parentage; unlike Obama’s Washington’s father was white). That was by education, hard work and family stability. In an address known as “The Atlanta Compromise” delivered in 1895, Washington told blacks that the goal for them must be education-education-education. Moreover social and political power does not come by fiat or legislation—but only by solid individual accomplishment, one person at a time. He pointed to business participation and more importantly, business ownership, saying that with ownership would come economic independence and from this will come such political and social power as they would deserve. Washington downgraded integration, insisting that southern whites should be given time to adjust to emancipation; until whites catch up, blacks should advance themselves not by voting or running for office but by working and finally owning the land.


2. W.E.D. DuBois’ Pressure Tactic for Equality.

But a racially diverse group composed of more affluent blacks and liberal whites felt Booker T. was too soft on whitey and not hard enough on the South. They formed the NAACP (the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People), ironically picking the name “colored people” just before the phrase lost acceptability. The guiding star of the NAACP was Washington’s great nemesis, W. E. B. DuBois.


Unlike Washington, DuBois [1868-1963] came from middle-class, almost upper, black stock, born in Massachusetts where his people had benefited as “free people of color.” He graduated from Harvard college and received his doctorate with honors from there. Insisting that blacks deserved white acceptability immediately, not when whitey got around to accepting blacks. He saw Washington as an apologist for white racism and his call for black self-reliance as a ploy to win favors from whitey (it was but it made brilliant negotiative sense at the time).

DuBois lived long enough to see great changes in race relations, the Supreme Court-ordered end to “separate but equal” education, the end of Jim Crow, abolition of “colored only” drinking fountains with more progress on the way. But progress was not enough and, in fact, disillusioned him about the United States (a characteristic duplicated by most black activists endebted to DuBois including Jeremiah Wright). DuBois actually aligned himself with the Communists, served as a front-man for Communist-inspired “peace groups” during the Cold War and finally left the U. S. with his wife to become a resident of Ghana where he died at 95 on the day of the Martin Luther King “I have a dream” speech. The audience at the Lincoln Memorial was told of Dr. DuBois’ death and observed a moment of silence. Thus not for the first time did the civil rights movement of the `60s praise a pro-Communist who actively sided with the nation’s enemies.

DuBois’ intellectual legatees were Martin Luther King, Jr., a Baptist pastor and an agnostic Jew, Saul Alinsky. King preached and practiced non-violence; Alinsky eschewed violence but was prepared to go to the water’s edge. Alinsky was aided by the late Msgr. John Egan of Chicago who raised money for his efforts. Indeed, the two Democratic candidates for president, Barack Obama and Hillary Clinton, had early adopted Alinsky’s theories though both disclaim it now. Obama as community organizer says in his two autobiographies, he applied Alinsky’s strategies to try to organize the poor--but has soft-pedaled it greatly as candidate for president. As a Wellesley college graduating senior, Hillary Clinton wrote her honors thesis with the title There is Only the Fight: Analysis of the Alinsky Model. After she became First Lady, the White House press office put a kibosh on release of the thesis. Now she says Alinsky’s death changed everything about the strategy so her paper is moot. Alinsky’s methods calling for demonstrations, marches, blistering the white “power establishment” have been accepted and are de rigeur from Jesse Jackson, Al Sharpton and even minor league activists for “change” including Fr. Michael Pfleger. Media have taken up these agitators as “civil rights” leaders. Now those who espouse Booker T. Washington’s dictum are generally regarded by DuBois’ followers as tools of the white power trust and reactionary.

3. Garvey, Elijah, Malcolm X, Farrakhan and…

One offshoot from Booker T. Washington but ending up far different than he was headed by Marcus Garvey [1887-1947]. Jamaica-born he became a publisher and organizer of the United Negro Improvement Association. Garvey agreed with Booker T. that blacks should tend to their own knitting and avoid getting mixed up in integration activities and heralded Pan-Africanism, a movement that would constitute a black nation within the U.S. with linkage to blacks everywhere in the world. While Washington thought the day would come through gradualism when blacks would be accepted by white and integration would be natural, when DuBois wanted to hasten the day of total equality through legislation and demonstrations, Garvey wanted undiluted black identity, no incremental steps ala Booker T., no push to integration with whitey ala W. E. B. DuBois…but black nationalism. This led to the rise of Elijah Mohammad, Malcolm X (born Malcolm Little), Louis Farrakhan and ultimately Obama’s one-time spiritual mentor, Jeremiah Wright. .

Farrakhan (and Wright) specialize in black separatism, brimming with hatred for whitey, the white power structure, the U.S. government and heavy anti-Semitism. Malcolm envisaged a Christianity vastly different from the concept of its Founder, writing “The white man has brainwashed us black people to fasten our gaze on a blond-haired, blue-eyed Jesus! We’re worshiping a Jesus that doesn’t even look like us!...The blond-haired, blue-eyed white man has taught you and me to worship a white Jesus and to shout and sing and pray to this God that’s his God, the white man’s God. The white man has taught us to shout and sing and pray until we die, top wait until death, for some dreamy heaven-in-the-hereafter…while this white man has his milk and honey in the streets paved with golden dollars here on this earth!”

Both Malcolm and Louis Farrakhan had been top lieutenants—and rivals—for Elijah’s favor. Malcolm split from Elijah Mohammad purportedly because of Elijah’s committing adultery with a bevy of black female staffers and was assassinated while speaking at a rally in 1964, the rumor being that Farrakhan having ordered the killing. The 1995 documentary film “Brother Minister” shows an extraordinary clip of Farrakhan addressing a closed gathering of his followers in February, 1993. Shouting, his eyes bugging out in rage, Farrakhan describes Malcolm X as a “traitor” and says that if the Nation of Islam “dealt with him” as anyother nation would a traitor, “what the hell business is it of yours?” It suggests powerfully that Malcolm was gunned down by the Fruit of Islam, the Nation’s trained security wing, acting on a directive from their leaders.

Was Farrakhan himself involved? No telling. Farrakhan came close to acknowledging it on “60 Minutes” but then denied it. The columnist-author Christopher Hitchens summarizes that Farrakhan “is the man praised by Jeremiah Wright and referred to with respect as ‘Minister Farrakhan’ by the senator who hopes to be the next president of the United States.” However, the Malcolm-Farrakhan message is seemingly identical and was translated into the black power movement by Stokley Carmichael, the Black Panthers and Ron Karenga.

…Cone and Wright.

The Malcolm message was converted to a variant of theology by James H. Cone [1938- ] , a one-time follower of Martin Luther King, Jr. who is Charles A.. Briggs Distinguished Professor at Union Theology seminary, New York. In his 1969 seminal book “Black Theology & Black Power,” Cone put the finishing touches on the religion that Jeremiah Wright encompassed and whose church Obama joined. While Wright differs from Cone in some respects, they are united on the broad basics.



What are they? Cone believes Jesus was black and true Christianity depends on His blackness, thus dwelling of black liberation. Cone summons legitimate anger, dismissing contemporary theologians for dispassion and coolness. He writes of “whitey the oppressor.” The goal of black intelligentsia is to “aid in the destruction of America” he writes. In a preface written to Cone’s book “A Black Theology of Liberation,” Wright says “There will be no peace in America until whites begin to hate their whiteness, asking from the depths of their being `How can we become black?’” Cone urges blacks to hate whites but denies this is black racism—for there is no black racism. Black racism “is a myth created by whites to erase their guilt feelings.”

While Booker T., DuBois and King welcomed white liberals to the fray, Malcolm, Farrakhan and Cone resent white liberals because they are as responsible for the black man’s plight as the George Wallaces. White liberals want to be loved by blacks but yet retain their power, he says. What can they do to be loved and still stay in the driver’s seat? Nothing. Christianity as practiced generally is a false Christianity, Cone says. He shrugs off so-called incremental progress. Instead black theology must confront whitey with a theology that teaches “white society as the racist Antichrist, communicating to the oppressor that nothing will be spared in the fight for freedom.”

Scholar Stanley Kurtz links Wright with this by pointing out that Wright made his Hyde Park church a dynamic center of black anger, particularly attractive to the middle class (poor blacks are too busy struggling to give much time to victimology). The general view is that Obama came to the church quite as a convert—but it is more likely, given some of the testimony I have heard from people who were at the church during Obama’s entry and left, is that the young street organizer joined it in admiration of its 10,000-member strength.

Small, Initial Stirrings of a Black Conservatism.

Recently there has come the beginnings of a new breed of black spokesmen, not indebted to the old DuBois ways nor to Garvey-Malcolm X-Farrakhan. . Talk radio has featured a good many of them including Armstrong Williams and Walter Williams (not related). In Chicago the most profound is Frank Penn, decorated veteran of Vietnam and a former Chicago police officer. One national figure is Juan Williams, NPR political analyst who wrote the captivating book “Enough: The Phony Leaders, Dead-End Movements and Culture of Failure that are Undermining Black America—and What We Can Do About It” [Crown publishers: 2006].

There is one who by entertainment celebrity has made--and can continue to make--a huge difference. His name: Bill Cosby.

His life has been hard hit by racial violence. His son was randomly shot and killed while changing a tire on a Los Angeles freeway. His wife gained national headlines by blaming white racism. Not so Bill Cosby. He (and his wife) have an extensive record of supporting black causes—starting off with $22 million given to Spelman College, the largest individual contribution ever given to a black college.

Without contradicting his wife, he launched a campaign that argues absentee fathers, the rise of black-on-black crime, the spread of hip-hop are evidence that the black community is committing cultural suicide. Blacks are 13% of the population, yet black men account for 49% of this nation’s murder victims and 41% of the prison population. Teen birth rate for blacks is 63 per 1,000 more than double that for whites. In 2005, black families had the lowest median income of any ethnic group in the Census, making only 61% of the median income of white families. A recent study concluded by the Pew Charitable Trusts has found that the rate at which blacks born in the middle class in the 1960s backslid into poverty (45%), three times that of whites. A terrible statistic.

Thus he has gone on the road to speak about it. Ta-Nehisi Coates in May’s Atlantic Monthly describes it:

“He speaks on a stage using a hand-mike in standard uniform—dark sunglasses, loafers, a sweat shirt with the seal of the University of Massachusetts where he received a doctorate in education 30 years ago. He has been traveling the nation addressing men only—black men. Media is kept out. “Men,” he says, “if you want to win we can win. But we are in a new time when people are behaving in abnormal ways and calling it normal. When they used to come into our neighborhoods we put the kids in the basement, grabbed a rifle and said, ‘By any means necessary.’”

His message: the civil rights movement is exiting the stage leaving in its wake men…he’s only speaking to and about men…who have shirked their responsibilities for as Cosby sees it the antidote to racism is not rallies, protests, marches or pleas but strong families and from them strong communities. To see him perform is to evoke a kind of thrill—he’s Doctor Cliff Huxtable, the head of one of America’s most beloved TV households in “The Bill Cosby Show.” Although he’s older and greyer now, just a quick athletic turn as he strides and he is once again the Oxford-educated Alexander Scott of the NBC adventure series “I Spy” in the `60s, the first network program to feature a black in a title role.



He has not been a perfect exemplar all his life. In 2006 he settled a civil lawsuit filed by a woman who claimed sexual assault by him; other allegations have been made by women which have not gone to court. But a Pew survey shows 85% of black respondents feel he has been a “good influence” on the community, higher than Obama (76%) but lower than Oprah Winfrey (87%).

Says Cosby: “The lower economic and lower middle people are not holding their end in this deal. In the neighborhood that most of us grew up in, parenting is not going on [applause]. In the old days you couldn’t hooky school because every drawn shade was an eye [laugher]. And before your mother got off the bus and to the house, she knew exactly where you had gone, who had gone into the house and where you got on whatever you had and where you got it from. Parents don’t know that today.

“I’m talking about these people who cry when their son is standing there in an orange suit. Where were you when he was two? [applause]. And where is his father and how come you don’t know where he is? [applause]. Where were you when he was eighteen and how come you don’t know he had a pistol? [louder applause]. And why doesn’t his father show up to talk to this boy?

“…Fifty percent drop-out rate. I’m telling you and people in jail and women having children by five, six different men. Under what excuse? I want somebody to love me and as soon as you have it you forget to parent. Grandmother, mother and great grandmother in the same room raising children and the child know nothing about love or respect of any one of the three. All the child knows is gimme, gimme, gimme.

“People getting shot in the head over a piece of pound cake. Somebody steals a pound cake out of a Seven-Eleven and runs down the street and is shot in the back of the head. Dead. Then we all run out and are outraged. ‘The cops shouldn’t have shot him!’ I say `what the hell was he doing with the pound cake in his hand? [fervent applause]. I wanted a piece of pound cake just as bad as anybody else and I looked at it and I had no money. Something called parenting said ‘if I get caught with it I’m going to embarrass my mother. I’m going to embarrass my family!’”

“Listen to these people. They are showing you what’s wrong…We are not Africans. Those people are not Africans. They don’t know a damned thing about Africa—with names like Shaniqua, Shaligua, Mohammed and all that crap—and all of them in jail!”


Good as he is, Cosby isn’t as definite on a major cause of black failure—illegitimacy and female-headed households--as I would like. Why do blacks lag behind whites in school? Are blacks genetically predisposed to be less intelligent than whites, as Wright’s cockeyed “brains-wired-differently” statement would indicate? Wrong. Granted, blacks score worse than whites on intelligence tests but from eight months to a year there is almost no racial gap—which indicates that the cause is fractured families. The proportion of black babies born out of wedlock has nearly doubled since 1970, to 69%. And 70% of these births are to mothers who are truly alone, not cohabiting. Ther is no doubt that stable, two-parent families accumulate wealth more easily than single-parent homes. Two-parent families find it easier to raise well-adjusted, studious children who go on to start stable families of their own. Broken families, if middle class, find it harder to stay that way, find it harder to break out. The man who has made the most eloquent case is white, not black: George Gilder whose books “Sexual Suicide” and “Men and Marriage” are renowned…powerful, courageous.

If Cosby comes to your town, make a point to try to catch his performance. You may not be able to if you’re not a black male—but try anyhow. You might buy his latest book, co-written by Dr. Alvin Poussaint (professor of psychiatry at Harvard Medical School) entitled “Come On, People: On the Path from Victims to Victors” [Thomas Nelson: 2008]. Both he and Jeremiah Wright went to the same Philadelphia magnet high school a few years apart—but in approach are as different as night and day.

My conclusion, formed in 1971 when I returned to Chicago, is that the approach now articulated by Cosby, mingled with Booker T. Washington gradualism along with a strong insistence on Gilder’s program of strengthening two-parent families is the answer. You’ll find this approach …support of two-parent families plus acceptance of continuation of some government help within bounds…too slow for W.E.B. DuBois’ followers and markedly subservient to whitey for Cone and Wright, a path that not just Obama, Clinton won’t accept but which all of liberaldom rejects, because it eschews political demagoguery, racial invective, avoids trying to instill white guilt, doesn’t blame America, puts less reliance on government and a maximum on individual accomplishment.