Sunday, January 20, 2019

Woodstock Women’s March Defied Snow, Cold, Trump, and Patriarchy

A panoramic shot of the Women's March on Woodstock Square by Missy Funk.

McHenry County got socked with the brunt of a major snow storm  Saturday night into Sunday morning.  At my place in Crystal Lake we got somewhere around 8 inches.  That’s a hell of a lot of digging out for the Old Man even with the help of Kathy Brady-Murfin, Daughter #3 Maureen Rotter, and stalwart Son-in-law Kevin Rotter.  By mid-morning we got it done and the Geezer was permanently retired from heavy snow shoveling on account of fear that my frozen corpse would be found after the next blizzard.  But I still had things to do.
So did about 150 other hearty, determined souls who were undeterred by snow, cold, and wind and came to the Women’s March on Woodstock Square.  

Participants in the national Women's March in Washington, DC Saturday.
Tens of thousands marched in Washington D.C., New York—where there were two competing marches—and scores of cities, towns, and hamlets many also facing harsh winter weather. 
Two years after the original march was organized via social media which kicked off mass resistance to Donald Trump and all that he stands for, much of the media did not celebrate a continuing vibrant movement but fueled a controversy over alleged anti-Semitism.  Two leading Women’s March leaders, Linda Sarsour, who has criticized Israeli attacks on Palestinians in Gaza and on the West Bank and Tamika Mallory, who has maintained an association with Louis Farrakhan, leader of Nation of Islam.  Both women have repeatedly denounced anti-Semitism and have asserted that the Women’s March movement supports Jews and all victims of discrimination, marginalization, and physical attacks as part of the movement’s ideal of intersectionality in feminism. 
Almost every news story running up the marches led with the controversy despite the impressive achievements of the movement in mobilizing women and their allies in the streets and in the voting booths.  Predictably, some of the major sponsoring organizations pulled support from this year’s Washington march including the American Civil Liberties Union (ACLU), Planned Parenthood Action, the American Federation of Teachers (AFT), the NAACP, Emily’s List, NARAL, the AFL-CIO, and the SEIU.  The Democratic National Committee also took a powder and nervous top office holders and prospective presidential candidates stayed away despite the undeniable success of the Women’s March to the Polls in contributing to November’s Blue Wave.
Others, including many prominent Jews, however, rallied to the support of the march as did many rank and file activists.  The boycott of the march was seen as an extension of alarming trends including attempts to criminalize advocacy for a boycott of firms with connections to Israel and its hard-core policies and the recent revocation of Angela Davis’s Birmingham Civil Rights Institute’s Fred Shuttlesworth Human Rights Award for her Palestinian sympathies when deep-pocket donors objected.
Most of the Marches outside of Washington are independently organized and not directly related the Washington leadership.  Some danced around the controversy.  Most plunged forward with the continued support of many of the organizations that abandoned the official march.
In Chicago, which had massive turn-outs in 2017 and ’18 and again for a Women’s March to the Polls event last fall, organizers opted out of a big march this January.  Although the decision was made not long after the March to the Polls because of the organizational burden of staging another mass event so quickly, much of the Chicago media tried to paint it as distancing itself from the Washington event.  The Chicago March had always been independent and has enjoyed excellent relations across all religions, nationalities, and ethnicities.
Regional marches were self-organized too take up the slack, including the one in Woodstock.

Cathy Johnson, one of the principle organizers of the Woodstock March gives informal direction to participants.  Photo by Beth Hoover.
Cathy Johnson and Ruth Scifo organized almost overnight three bus loads from McHenry County to attend the 2017 Women’s March and five busloads in 2018.  They also were the prime organizer of the Woodstock March which also had the sponsorship of the Democratic Party of McHenry.  Despite the bitter weather an enthusiastic core of local activists showed up.

Ruth Scifo hosted from the Gazeebo. Photo by Beth Hoover.
Scifo hosted from the Gazeebo stage while Johnson managed on the ground.  Speakers included Kelly Wegener, one of four Democrats elected to the McHenry County Board in November who “found her courage” to speak out and run from the Women’s Marches.  Also speaking was 6th District Congressman Sean Casten who acknowledged owing his surprise victory largely to the energy of women and who lauded his freshman class for its diversity and ability.  He took a strong line on the Cheeto-in-charge’s pet wall and the government shutdown.  

Congressman Sean Casten. Photo by Beth Hoover
While Casten spoke in Woodstock Lauren Underwood addressed the Fox Valley March in Geneva.
The Woodstock March also featured Patricia Wallace of Northern Illinois University, who spoke on women’s employment and workplace issues. A local attorney who frequently represents victims of domestic violence and whose name I did not catch recounted some of her experience and called for local police, prosecutors,  and judges who fail to uphold domestic violence law when faced with those with powerful white male privilege connections to be challenged and held accountable at the polls.
 Illinois ACLU attorney Sapha Khatri of Chicago discussed progress in women’s issues but noted, “We need to make it clear to everyone we’re not going back…We need women represented at all levels of government. That’s how you get things done.” She was a living example that the national ACLU’s withdrawal form the Women’s March in Washington did not spill over to the independent regional marches.

Lisa Messinger and the Old Man with a Tree of Life UU congregation banner.  Photo by Trish Schaffer.
A representative of Home of the Sparrow, a shelter for domestic violence victims continued the theme.  Organizers echoing calls for local social action requested participants in Woodstock to bring needed supplies, gift cards, and money donations.  The March, originally planned to circle the Square two times, was shortened due to the cold and participants marched directly from the Square to the Home of the Sparrow Thrift Shop at 120 N. Calhoun Street just a block and a half from the Square.
Despite the cold participants were warmed by the glow of community and a fire of commitment to recommit to broad social change for women and for all marginalized and abused people.

Friday, January 18, 2019

Hep to Highbrow—The Night Jazz Went Legit

Roy Eldridge, trumpet; Oscar Pettiford, bass;  and Billie Holiday, thrush in the Esquire Jazz All Star concert at the Metropolitan Opera House in New York.

On January 18, 1944, thirty or so years after Jazz burst from the streets of New Orleans and into the speakeasies and hearts of Americans, the music finally crashed through a glass ceiling into respectability as an art form with an all-star concert broadcast from the hallowed stage of the Metropolitan Opera House in New York City.
On hand playing on their own and in collaboration were Louis Armstrong, Benny Goodman, Lionel Hampton, Artie Shaw, Roy Eldridge, Jack Teagarden, Coleman Hawkins, Art Tatum, Teddy Wilson, Red Norvo, and a couple of girl singersBillie  Holiday and Mildred Bailey.

The poster promoting the concert.
The concert had its origins in the desire of a magazine to carve out a new niche among publications.  Esquire had been founded in the depth of the Depression in 1933 as a men’s magazine competing in a genre that had been dominated by smoker magazines along the lines of the venerable Police Gazette that mixed sports, scandal, sensationalism, titillating but safely risqué humor, and pictures of pretty girls clad a scantily as the Post Office would allow.   The new magazine was produced on slick paper with modern design elements like industry giants LIFE, LOOK, and The Saturday Evening Post.  It aimed for a more urban and upscale readership than its competitors.
In its first few years the magazine struggled to find and identity and audience.  But by the early 1940’s it had hit on a successful format built around the alluring Vargas and Petty Girl illustrations and contributions of fiction and reportage by literary heavy weights like Ernest Hemingway, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Alberto Moravia, Andre Gide and Julian Huxley.  The magazine was becoming a hot commodity.
In the midst of World War II as war production cut back on the consumer products which were the back-bone of its advertising, the publisher and editors noted that per copy sales were still strong, especially among GI’s.  Looking forward to when those men would be coming home and when the cornucopia of consumer goods for them would come gushing to market, they looked for ways to secure continued loyalty of the reader base.
One way was to appeal to the cultural interests of the men.  What were they interested in?  The answer was on the radio every night.  Jazz and more jazz.  The Big Band Era was at its height, but smaller combos playing traditional jazz were still popular.  Why not initiate a Reader’s Poll to pick favorite performers on all of the instruments, singers, and band leaders?
Esquire touted its jazz at the Met program on its cover.
The first poll was launched with great fanfare in 1943 and the results, published in the December issue of the magazine, attracted wide attention.  And some scandal.  There had been previous jazz popularity polls.  But they had been based on feedback from record stores, which were dominated by the young, overwhelmingly white bobbysoxer fans of the Big Bands.  The results had inevitable skewed to white musicians. 
But the Esquire poll sampled the more sophisticated audience of the magazines targeted demographic.  Many newspaper critics were shocked when the results were heavily skewed to Black artists. 
On the other hand many of the most hard core jazz fans clustered in the bohemian ghettoes of the big cities like New York, Chicago, and San Francisco, found many of the honorees already passé and accused the magazine of ignoring new, cutting edge sound emerging from the small stages of smoky nightclubs.
Controversy, however, generated interest.  Publisher David Smart came up with the idea of an all-star concert featuring poll winners.  He moved with astonishing speed to set the event up.  By designating the show a benefit for the Navy League, a platform for War Bond sales, and securing the early interest of Armed Forces Radio, he wrapped the event in suitable patriotism which unlocked the doors of the Metropolitan Opera House, previously a guardian of high European culture.

New York's highbrow temple--the original Metropolitan Opera House.
Ticket sales were predictably brisk.  The New York Times reported that $650,000 was raised by ticket sales and 3,600 bonds were sold. 1944 Esquire All-American Jazz Concert at the Metropolitan Opera House was broadcast on NBC Blue network and around the world on Armed Forces Radio (distributed on discs) as part of the popular One Night Stand.
The legendary show centered on Armstrong and his early New Orleans style opening up to later mainstream jazz and the Big Band leaders playing together in tighter, smaller combos.  Missing almost entirely were the early strains of what would become the dominant post-war expression of jazz, bebop, only hinted at by a few licks by Coleman Hawkins.

That first show would be followed by two more in ’45 and ’46.  But it was the first one that took on legendary proportions.
Licensing issues in the United States prevented domestic release of recordings.  But when the European copyright on the Armed Forces Radio transcription disc recordings expired, the whole concert was issued on double LP album in the Czechoslovakia in 1998.  Despite the less than stellar recording quality, the set is available in this country as an import and many consider it an essential recording for anyone interested in the history and evolution of jazz.

Thursday, January 17, 2019

Mary Oliver—Poet in Harmony With Nature Completes Her Cycle


Mary Oliver who died of lymphoma today at age 83 at her Hobe Sound, Florida home was the rare contemporary American poet who was both widely read and critically acclaimed.  She was the best-selling American poet whose books are bought and read by people who do not read poetry.  But she has also won the Pulitzer Prize, National Book Award, numerous other honors, and academic recognition despite never completing a bachelor’s degree.
Her work celebrated and explored nature, often as an empowering force of the feminine.  She mastered, if she did not invent, feminist neo-transcendentalism—which I have no idea is a real school, but should be.  If it has not been described that way elsewhere, I congratulate myself on coining a useful phrase.
The semi-mystical, but plain spoken confabulation of nature with the divine feminine, has not pleased everyone.  Oliver has her critics, particularly among certain feminists who disparage her refusal to be an overtly lesbian writer or to explicitly enter political and social criticism.  Avant-garde circles disparage her refusal to come to grips with gritty modern reality and accuse her of a certain Romantic escapism.
All of this bothered the intensely private Oliver not at all.  She blithely continued to pursue the work of a life time in conformity to her own vision.  And millions are glad she did.
Among her foremost fans are Unitarian Universalists.  May Sarton may have been declared “our poet” forty years ago or more, but many more U.U.s read Oliver.  Many probably assume that she was one of us, which she was not.  But the identification is understandable because the UUA’s Beacon Press has been the publisher of her most successful collections and her poems are excerpted several times as readings in the familiar gray hymnal Singing the Living Tradition.  I know many ministers keep her volumes in arm’s reach of their desks and her poems often illustrate sermons.
Oliver was born September 10, 1935 in Maple Heights, Ohio, semi-rural suburb of Cleveland. As a child she enjoyed exploring the creeks and woodlots of her neighborhood.  Her father, a high school English teacher in Cleveland, encouraged her bookish interests and her beginning explorations of poetry at the age of 14. 

Edna St. Vincent Milay at her home in Austerlitz, New York.  Young Mary Oliver spent formative years living there with the late poet's sister and helping to organize her papers.
At 17 Oliver made a pilgrimage to the home of a hero, Edna St. Vincent Millay in upstate Austerlitz, New York where she made friends with the late poet’s sister Norma.  For the next seven years she lived on and off with Norma as a combination companion and an assistant in organizing Edna’s papers.  Thus the leading female poet of the first half of the 20th Century and the closing years and dawn of a new century were linked both spiritually and physically.
After leaving Austerlitz, Oliver attended both Ohio State University and Vassar College in the 1950’s, but never graduated.  She began publishing her poems in the usual little magazines and literary journals and was slowly building a reputation.

Mary Oliver, left, wit her life partner Molly Malone Cook.
Late in the decade Oliver met photographer Molly Malone Cook on a visit back to the Millay home.  The two became an inseparable couple.  Cook became Oliver’s literary agent and documented her and their life together with her photographs.  The couple lived mainly, with a few diversions to college towns where Oliver was called to teach despite her lack of academic credentials, in Provincetown, Massachusetts on Cape Cod for forty years until Cooks death in 2005.  Oliver continues to live there until she was successfully treated for breast cancer in 2012, then moved to Florida.

Oliver's award winning collection, American Primitive.
Oliver established herself as a poet to be reckoned with in 1963 with the publication of her first collection, No Voyage, and Other Poems at the age of 28.  She had a productive career since then.  Among her major works are The River Styx, Ohio, and Other Poems in 1972;  American Primitive in 1983, winner of the Pulitzer Prize; House of Light  in 1990 which won the Christopher Award and the L. L. Winship/PEN New England Award; New and Selected Poems  in 1992, which won the National Book Award; Winter Hours: Prose, Prose Poems, and Poems  in 1999; a book-length poem, The Leaf and the Cloud in 2000; Why I Wake Early  in 2004; Thirst in 2006; Swan: Poems and Prose Poems in 2010; A Thousand Mornings  in 2012; Dog Songs in 2013; and Blue Horses in 2014.
Despite her lack of academic credentials, Oliver had a successful second career as a teacher.  She  taught at Case Western Reserve in her home state of Ohio; was poet in residence at both Bucknell University and Sweet Briar College, and spent nearly ten years at Bennington College in Bennington, Vermont.  She quietly mentored young writers, especially women, and published two admired non-fiction books about the art of verse, A Poetry Handbook and Rules for the Dance: A Handbook for Writing and Reading Metrical Verse.  
Oliver seldom granted interviews or encouraged biographical exploration of her life.  She preferred to let her poetry speak for itself.  And so it does, in the great tradition of her most significant influences, Henry David Thoreau, Walt Whitman, and the woman some say she most resembles, the isolated and private Emily Dickinson. 
When Death Comes
When death comes
like the hungry bear in autumn;
when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse

to buy me, and snaps the purse shut;
when death comes
like the measle-pox

when death comes
like an iceberg between the shoulder blades,

I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering:
what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness?

And therefore I look upon everything
as a brotherhood and a sisterhood,
and I look upon time as no more than an idea,
and I consider eternity as another possibility,

and I think of each life as a flower, as common
as a field daisy, and as singular,

and each name a comfortable music in the mouth,
tending, as all music does, toward silence,

and each body a lion of courage, and something
precious to the earth.

When it's over, I want to say all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

When it's over, I don't want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.

I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.

I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.

—Mary Oliver