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Dale Gieringer
Not to speak of politics, but sometimes it’s hard to avoid it. Last week helicopters were buzzing along the hillside where we live. They were hovering over the UC Berkeley campus, where an angry throng of protesters had gathered to oppose the appearance of Milo Yiannopoulos, the obnoxiously notorious Breitbart provocateur, who had been invited to speak by the campus Republicans (alas for the day when they would have invited WF Buckley instead!). My wife, a UC prof, had been fretting about the event for days beforehand, rightly fearing it would lead to violence. As it happened, the protesters succeeded in their not-so-free-speechy goal of shutting down the event, no thanks to a band of black-clad, stone-throwing anarchists who burst through the police lines, cast the barricades aside and hurled them through the windows of the Martin Luther King Student Union. All familiar stuff to those of us who lived through the Sixties, and a prelude of much more to come. I just wish they’d carry their anger and disruption back where it rightly belongs to the responsible government officials. Speaking of which, the next day I flew to our nation’s capitol and found it surprisingly unperturbed, partly because the park service had barricaded the area of Lafayette Park behind the White House where protesters habitually congregate, and partly because the culprit in chief was out of town at his Mare Del Lago estate.
It’s impossible to escape the conclusion we are heading into tumultuous times, with social, political and cultural conflict unlike anything since the sixties. There’s a difference though, as my wife expressed to me the other night: “I’m scared.” Scared that the ship of state is in unsound hands, scared that lies and ignorance are misleading the nation, scared that hateful and inflammatory rhetoric is being stirred up by our leaders, scared of the fate of America’s reputation, prosperity and peace. It wasn’t fear, but anger and outrage at Nixon, LBJ, the war, etc., which propelled the Sixties revolution. Yet beyond it lay always the hopeful vision of peace, love, and the Age of Aquarius. Happily my own hopes were revived after visiting DC and seeing the wheels of democratic government churning inexorably on among staffers on Capitol Hill. Throw in the Women’s March, the Ninth Circuit court decision, and the enormous social capital of America’s democratic institutions, and it’s possible to discern more than a glimmer of hope out there.
Sail on, sail on, oh mighty ship of state!
To the Shores of Need,
Past the Reefs of Greed,
Through the Squalls of Hate,
Sail on, sail on, sail on, sail on....
For more inspiration, check out this cut by Milck and the GW Sirens from Samantha Bee’s show: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yHy9YgbzOO0
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