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Philip Spiess
Larry: You remind me of the 1960s song, "The Eve of Destruction." And certainly in the Middle East (and elsewhere) destruction is the order of the day. (Are human beings crazy? Don't they recognize where their own self-interest lies?)
Barbara: Thank you for your comments (and thank you for joining in). However, I see -- as many others do -- this as a new phase of race problems in the U. S., namely, what used to be called "police brutality" and now includes "racial profiling." This was not, unfortunately, a single incident in Baltimore, but one of a long series of "rough rides" in police vans designed to intimidate and subjugate police prisoners (not just for blacks, but for whites as well). And of course we have seen, and heard, the ongoing litany of what is now a multitude of black men and women, both young and old, who have died at the hands of the police (our presumed protectors) while in custody or being taken into custody. Obviously, there is something desperately wrong in many American communities -- witness the solidarity protests going on today and tonight (April 29) throughout the country in New York, Minnesota, Wisconsin, Washington, and so on. In the case of Baltimore, it seems to be emerging that long-standing economic issues are really at the heart of the current protests, something which in many areas does reach back to the 1960s -- and before.
Jerry: When the Cincinnati "riots" hit in 1966 (1967?), I well remember a summer evening when I was ushering at the Cincinnati Summer Opera (then still held in the Zoo). It was the evening when the National Guard took over the city, due to a racial crisis and looting, largely centered on Avondale, which abutted the Zoo, and Guards were riding around the city in Jeeps with rifles and machine guns. World-famous soprano Elisabeth Schwarzkopf was performing her immortal role of the Marschallin in Richard Strauss's opera Der Rosenkavalier on the Zoo stage (Nelson, take note), and somewhere along about the beginning of Act II, suddenly armed National Guards, bristling with rifles, surrounded the Zoo Opera pavilion. My first thought was, "My god! A lion's escaped!" Then I realized what was happening -- though I didn't know why -- and thought, "Oh, my god! It's like the end of the first act of Umberto Giordano's opera, Andrea Chenier," where the aristocracy (read "opera goers" in my fertile imagination) are attacked at a party by the Bourgeoisie (it's the beginning of the French Revolution) and must be protected by the royal guard. However, nothing much transpired, and the National Guard left; most opera goers missed the whole thing.
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