Friday, January 17, 2025

Revisiting The Turds Will Rise from the Shitholes—Murfin Verse

 

Note—An apt reminder from eight years ago.  This fetid lump squash guts has not changed since then.

The Cheeto in Charge bluntly revealed the depths of his racism and openly flaunted his reverence for white privilege in a bi-partisan meeting.  He did not speak in veiled or code words as in the past or even with any wink-and-nod deniability.  “Why do we need more Haitians? Take them Out!... Why are we having all these people from shithole countries come here?” he said adding Salvadorans and Africans to the list of those he wants excluded.  Almost plaintively he wondered why we can’t have immigrants from nice countries like Norway.  

The remarks came in a meeting to discuss an immigration deal that would have restored protection for Dreamers—those brought as children to the country but have grown up and made lives here in exchange for 50% reduction of legal immigrants under the lottery system and some adjustments to quotas from various countries.  Democratic Senator Dick Durbin of Illinois and Republican Sen. Lindsey Graham had worked out the compromise which seemed to have a chance of passage.  Earlier the Resident had signaled support for the compromise.  Issues over funding for his heralded wall were still to be ironed out, but even there administration sources hinted that he had discovered that a physical wall might not be necessary for the entire length of the border.  


Senator Dick Durbin and Rep. Steny Hoyer of Maryland flank you know who during the photo op at the meeting on immigration which rapidly turned ugly.

The meeting broke up acrimoniously and Democrats in attendance made sure that the crude remarks were quickly reported to the Washington Post and other outlets. Within hours the shit hit the fan.

Durbin, Graham, and other Congressional leaders in the delegation to the White House believed they would be meeting privately with the Twitterer-in-Chief and that a deal was in the offing.  Instead they found that Administration’s designated White Nationalist and Joseph Goebbels doppelganger Stephen Miller had brought in rabid Republican anti-immigration fanatics such as Representative Bob Goodlatte of Virginia and Sen. Tom Cotton of Arkansas to “shore up the Presidents spine.”  They found leader belligerent and bellicose from the beginning of the meeting and reverted to campaign mode nativism on steroids.

By then the wavering pumpkin was also feeling the heat from troglodyte right wing commentators including Anne Coulter, Lou Dobbs, Tucker Carlson, and raver Alex Jones who warned him that his base would abandon him if he caved on immigration.  So perhaps the raw and explicit language was a desperate direct appeal to the stereotypical Joe Six Pack racist ranting at Fox News from the corner of the bar.

Condemnation was swift and overwhelming not only from Democrats and immigrant communities, but from most of the respectable press including Conservative outlets and even the loyal Trumpistas at the Wall Street Journal.  World-wide condemnation mixed with open ridicule.  Even some Republicans expressed modest chagrin at the blunt and salty language, but some of them seemed more concerned with the scatological content than the racial slur.

At first the White House did not even try very hard to walk back or flatly deny the statement. The notorious Press Office issued a statement praising their boss for using blunt language to attack Democrats who wanted to sponsoropen borders, drug dealers, and terrorists” while saying that the words reported in the Post were not the exact words he used.

But by the next day the uproar had grown so loud that tiny fingers flew over his cellphone to Tweet.

The language used by me at the DACA meeting was tough, but this was not the language used. What was really tough was the outlandish proposal made—a big setback for DACA!....Never said anything derogatory about Haitians other than Haiti is, obviously, a very poor and troubled country. Never said ‘take them out.’ Made up by Dems. I have a wonderful relationship with Haitians. Probably should record future meetings—unfortunately, no trust!


Anti-Immigant Republican Senators Tom Cotton of Arkansas and David Perdue of Georia flanked The Cheeto during an after meeting press statement.  Later they tried to provide a thin cover of deniability by sayinge that they "didn't recall" thoue shithouse remark.


Hours later, Sens. Tom Cotton and David Perdue of Georgia fell all over themselves issuing a statement that they “do not recall the President saying those comments specifically” — but conspicuously didn’t outright deny that he said them.  Most other Congressional Republicans fell silent and spectacularly unavailable for comment.

Sure enough, at Tucker Carlson and others predicted, right wing social media accounts suddenly erupted with cheers for their favorite racist oligarch and doubling down on his rhetoric while salting their rage with violent threats.

On Friday Rex Huppke, contract reporter in the Chicago Tribune wrote in an article that soon went viral:

What did you say when President Donald Trump referred to Haiti, El Salvador and some African nations as “shithole countries”?

What did you say when the president of the United States followed that comment by suggesting he’d rather see more immigrants from countries like Norway?

Whether now or in the future, you will be asked this question: What did you say?

This is my answer to that question.  It was penned in haste and outrage on Friday and hours later read for the first time at a reading sponsored by the Atrocious Poets at the Old Court House Arts Center on the Square in Woodstock, Illinois.  It was the most enthusiastically received of the four poems I performed.


Bri McLaughlyn of the Atrocious poets read as the Old Man awaited his turn to throw a poetic hand grenade.

The Turds Will Rise from the Shithole 

January 12, 2018

The turds will rise from the shitholes,

one by one, thousands, millions,

climb through oppressions that gave them birth

and ooze through the night

to a certain gilded bed

where they will suffocate a bigot.

And they will laugh.

We will laugh.

We are the turds and decedents of turds

  from every shithole in the world.

Did you think we came for the climate and cuisine,

for a pleasant change of scenery

and satin sheets on our beds?

Eat shit and die. 

Patrick Murfin


Wednesday, January 15, 2025

Col. McCormick’s Dream on the Lake Ended in Fire and Ice

 


In the gray morning the Chicago Fire Department continued to pour water on the smoldering ruins of McCormick Place to extinguish hot spots.

It was gargantuan—a behemoth of a building—a long white box on the Lake Front.  It was an economic powerhouse to rival the belching steel mills of the South Works or the stinking, fading stockyards.  It was the thirty year dream of the Chicago Tribunes powerful Col. Robert R. McCormick and the pride and joy of Mayor Richard J. Daley who finally pissed on Daniel Burnhams plan and got it builtMcCormick Place was less than seven years old when in the frigid early morning hours of January 16, 1967 it was consumed in fire and left a heap of smoldering wreckage and warped steel beams.

Janitors working overnight to prep the opening the next day of the Housewares Show—then as now the biggest trade show in the U.S.—smelled smoke at 2:05.  The first Chicago Fire Department units on the scene discovered an already raging inferno.  They also discovered that most of the exterior fire hydrants had been disconnected during the construction of ramps for the new Stevenson Expressway and Lake Shore Drive and that the massive building lacked a sprinkler system.  Crews ran hoses over the ice to open Lake Michigan for water.  Valuable time was lost.

By 2:30 Robert Quinn, the colorful Fire Commissioner, best remembered for setting off the city’s air raid sirens when the White Sox clinched the American League Pennant back in 1959,  arrived, he upgraded it to a five-alarm fire. Eighteen minutes later, he ordered the first special alarm.  Before it was done, over 65% of the city’s fire equipment was engaged.  Routine cold weather fires elsewhere in the city consumed buildings that otherwise might have been saved.

The mammoth effort did no good.  The roof of the massive main convention hall collapsed.  The fire was declared finally struck at 9:30.  Only a damaged Arie Crown Theater remained standing.  One man, security guard Kenneth Goodman died in the fire and several firefighters had relatively minor injuries, mostly due to slipping on ice from all of the water poured on the fire.

The thousands in town for the Housewares show were at a loss—all of their exhibits were ruined.  Some smaller start ups lost their prototypes and never recovered.  Most exhibiters left town.  A handful tied to have some sort of show with brochures and what they had in their luggage at the Palmer House.

Predictably the two biggest backers of the exhibition hall tried to rally support for an immediate attempt to rebuild.  Mayor Daley told reporters, “This is a tragic loss to the people of Chicago. But remember the Chicago Fire of 1871. The people recovered from that one.” And the Tribune echoed the sentiment and comparison in a front page editorial.

Way back when Chicago was indeed the ToddlinTown of the Jazz Age and the rail hub of America, the city had already become the convention center of the nation, supplanting previous claimants like Baltimore and Philadelphia.  Led by a series of national political conventions by both parties, word had gotten out that not only was the city capable of handling big events, but that as a wide open town its gin mills, nightclubs, burlesque houses, and armies of hotel lobby hookers attendees could have a mighty good time far away from home.


Political conventions like the 1920 Republican National Convention held at the Chicago Coliseum where Warren G. Harding won the nomination after negotiations in the original "smoky room" in a Loop Hotel, helped make the city the premier convention and trade show center of the U.S,

In the mid-‘20s the main venue was the Coliseum on the near South Side, comfortably close to the notorious Levee District, a cavernous former Confederate Prison with a castle-like façade which had been converted from a Civil War museumThe Armory and other smaller halls took up the slack.  But in the Roaring Twenties when people seemed to have money to burn, the biggest conventions along with trade events like the Auto Show were already outgrowing these venues.

Always a big dreamer, in 1927 Col. McCormick first proposed building a huge new hall.  He relentlessly used the pages of the Tribune to promote the idea.  And with his considerable clout in the city, no one doubted he could do it.

                                    Chicago Tribune owner Col. Robert R. McCormick campaigned to build a Lake Front convention center for 30 years.

And he probably could have—if he was flexible on where it would be built.  But he was not.  He wanted it built on the Lake Front at 23rd Street, a couple of miles east of the McCormick Reaper Works, the foundation of his family fortune.  His family also controlled real estate nearby that could boom with a new convention center.  But he met the considerable opposition of many other members of the Chicago elite—or at least their formidable civic minded wives who refused to abandon the famous Burnham Plan which called for the entire Lake Front to be kept clear of development and preserved as open parkland for the citizens.

Then, one after another, other obstacles arose—the Crash of 29 and the Great Depression took the economic wind out of the city, dried up the convention business and the money for private investment in the scheme.  Then the election of Anton Cermak as Mayor marked the end of Republican dominance of city government—and with it much of McCormick’s political clout.  Later it is conceivable that a project of that size and scope might have become a public works project with New Deal funding—but the McCormick’s virulent attacks on Franklin Roosevelt and the Democrats cut off that possibility.  Then, of course, came World War II.

But McCormick never gave up his crusade even as new venues were built including the Chicago Stadium on West Madison in 1929 and the International Amphitheatre by the Stock Yards in 1934.  In 1950 Navy Pier was opened to trade shows, sharing space with both the active dock and the University of Illinois at Chicago.

The 1950’s were another boom time reminiscent of the ‘20s.  Trade shows, especially, were outgrowing available facilities and there were grumblings that some might now move as air travel was supplanting rail and making destinations like Los Angeles and San Francisco more attractive.  The Col. stepped up his campaign, but died in 1955, his dream unrealized.

The Col.’s death, however, was an opportunity for Richard J. Daley, just coming into his own as a building mayor with big plans.  He made peace with the Tribune which agreed to support his proposal for the long dreamed of Lake Front facility as a monument to the Col.’s memory.  They also agreed to wink at the public funding, which McCormick had always rejected.  There may also have been a tacit agreement to lay-off the Democratic administration.  Certainly thereafter that the Tribune was much friendlier to the Mayor and allowed the struggling Chicago Republican organization to wither away without support.

Ground was broken in 1958. Two years later McCormick Place was completed. The total cost was $41 million.  That figure did not include tens of millions of dollars in infrastructure support for the building including roadways, ramps, and utilities.  In tried and true Chicago fashion contracts were let to friends and cronies and there was plenty of cash to be skimmed, and the pockets of officials fattened.  From the beginning McCormick Place was a cash cow for many in so many ways.


Ugly as it was, the original McCormick Place was Chicago's pride and joy.

Despite being decried as an architectural monstrosity—it resembled an over-size concrete warehouse in an industrial district—the building was a success.  It opened with an intimate dinner for 500 movers and shakers presided over by a beaming Mayor Daley on November 18, 1960.  The next day the first exhibition, the World Flower and Garden Show, opened.

During its first year, the facility had 4.5 million visitors and exhibitors and hosted 28 major exhibitions.

McCormick Place had an interior exhibition space 1005 feet long and 300 feet wide which could comfortably fit six football fields. The cafeteria could serve 1,800 people in an hour. The Arie Crown Theater had 5,081 seats and a mammoth stage that could accommodate any production.  Despite notoriously bad acoustics the Theater soon became home to touring Broadway shows and the biggest concerts in the city in the days before outdoor arena shows

Use grew year by year.  And so did the money being pumped into the local economy.  An estimated 10,000 people were estimated to be employed directly by McCormick Place and its contractors and by vendors.  Thousands of others in the hospitality industry owed their jobs to the place. 

With all of this in jeopardy, Mayor Daley wasted no time in rebuilding.  A new financing scheme was already in the pipeline for planned expansion and renovation of the facility.  On the day after the fire Democratic Governor Otto Kerner hastily signed the financing deal that guaranteed enough money for the convention hall to be replaced.

The new building would rise in the footprint of the old and incorporate the still standing Arie Crown.  But it would be engineered to new fire standards and instead of an ugly box would stand a sleek glass and steel building.  On January 3, 1971, the replacement building, later called the East Building and now called the Lakeside Center, opened with a 300,000 square feet main exhibition hall.

Since then additions have been made.  The North Building, across Lake Shore Drive was completed in 1986, is connected to the East Building by an enclosed pedestrian bridge. The South Building, dedicated in 1997, contains more than 1,000,000 square feet of exhibition space. It more than doubled the space in the complex and made McCormick Place the largest convention center in the nation. On August 2, 2007 the West Building with 470,000 square feet was added bringing McCormick Place’s total existing exhibition space to 2,670,000 square feet.

In 2017 the Wind Trust Arena, a 10,387 seat arena on Cermak Road just north of the West Building, opened.  It is currently home to DePaul University mens and women’s basketball and the Chicago Sky of the WNBA.  It has also hosted rock concerts and special events like the Star Wars Celebration previews of new films and programs in the franchise—Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker and The Mandalorian—were unveiled with epic ballyhoo in 2019.  The same year it was the site for the inauguration of Mayor Lori Lightfoot

Despite the expansion, there have been controversies and challenges for McCormick Place.   Trade shows long complained about labor costs in Chicago where contracts with numerous crafts led to classic featherbedding from the number of laborers needed to unload trucks to riggers being required to unfold tables and electricians to plug in an extension cord—or allegedly even to turn on a switch.  Big exhibitions, led by the Housewares Show began to threaten to leave the city unless reforms were made.  Despite initial foot dragging by the City and a long rear-guard action by the craft locals, eventually pressure from the Illinois General Assembly which threatened fund and bond authority for the Metropolitan Pier and Exposition Authority, pushed the unions into significant concessions.  Now exhibitors can put up their own displays or hire contractors to do it without using the facility’s union personnel with some restrictions.

Some major expositions—most notably the Consumer Electronics Show abandoned the city anyway for the warmth and glitz of Las Vegas where hotel rooms are cheap and sin is still peddled.  Chicago has become a sanitized city, squeaky clean, with most of the old open vice gone or driven underground, and with it one of the lures of city.

Smaller shows and conventions now often located at facilities near OHare.


The McCormick Place Convention Center was mostly off-camera for its routine day time business.

Last summer McCormick Place was the second fiddle venue for the Democratic National Convention.  The lakeshore Convention Center with lighter security hosted dozens of exhibitions, meetings, and receptions, mostly during the daytime, and the United Center with heavy security got the glam prime TV time for official business sessions, main speakers, nominations, roll call of the States, and acceptance of the nominees.

Still, McCormick Place is busy and its various halls host hundreds of events every year.   It remains an economic powerhouse.  The Chicago Auto Show, the largest in the nation, which opens its 123rd  edition for a two week run on February 8. 


Tuesday, January 14, 2025

On His Actual Birthday Dr. King Still Speaks to Us if We Will Listen

 


When the Reverend Martin Luther King, Jr. was being held in jail in Alabama in 1963 he received a letter signed by several well-known White self-proclaimed racial moderates and liberal ministers who decried the unpleasantness and social disruption of the on-going campaign against racial discrimination in Birmingham.  Since he had unaccustomed time on his hands he took the time to patiently, even lovingly explain the situation in Americas most segregated city and why he and the Black citizens of the city were compelled to launch their campaign of non-violent direct action braving beatings, dogs, firehoses, threats, bombings, and jail to do so. 

But he also chastised the ministers’ smug assumptions and refusal to either take any risks to attack the underlying cause of the unrest or dirty their hands in labor to correct it.  “Shallow understanding from people of good will is more frustrating than absolute misunderstanding from people of ill will. Lukewarm acceptance is much more bewildering than outright rejection.” He said that the White church needed to take a principled stand or risk being “dismissed as an irrelevant social club.”


            The first book publication of King's entire letter was published in 1963 by the pacifist Quaker American Friends Service Committee (AFSC)

That message could not be more pointed or relevant today.  The decedents of those nervous and alarmed clergy can still be found in too many pulpits and among too many “good Christians” who in today’s moral crisis fret that the simple declaration of the fact that Black Lives Matter is somehow racist; that a broken window, scuffle with police, or the disruption of holy commerce is somehow more terrible than Black bodies in the streets or whole communities living in the terror of a virtual occupation.  They now more fear disruptive radical challenge to new MAGA casual racism and spreading oppression, than the fascist take over of government. Ministers who do speak out, even in many liberal congregations, face backlash from both pledging members and the wider communities in which they must work. 

The timidity of some Democrats and liberals three years ago to finally bring the Freedom to Vote Act and the John Lewis Voting Rights Advancement Act to a successful vote and enactment and the failure to fully unite against the sweeping triumph of evil are stinging reminders of the cost of fair weather friends and hypocrites

If he had lived the Reverend Martin Luther King, Jr. would have turned 95 years old today.  Nothing would have surprised him more.

Most folks know and can quote snatches of two or three of his most famous speeches.  The TV will play clips of the I Had a Dream speech given from the steps of the Lincoln Memorial at 1963’s March on Washington for Jobs and Justice.  Maybe they will also show a tad of his prophetic I Have Been to the Mountain Top speech given to a church audience in Memphis the night before he was killed.

His more devoted admirers treasure other things, perhaps most notably his Letter from the Birmingham Jail.  But that still make liberals uncomfortable. 

The quotes most apt to surface are about non-violence or his blander paeans to brotherhood.  That’s because the largely White establishment media wants to use his birthday and the official holiday as a sop to Blacks on one hand and an only thinly veiled, almost hysterical plea to them “Don’t hurt us!” on the other. 


King was a meticulous writer and ranged far and wide in research.

Today, I would like to celebrate with a collection of quotes from Dr. King that illustrate exactly how radical, even revolutionary, he was.  Let him speak for himself.

Freedom is never voluntarily given by the oppressor; it must be demanded by the oppressed.

Change does not roll in on the wheels of inevitability, but comes through continuous struggle. And so we must straighten our backs and work for our freedom. A man can’t ride you unless your back is bent.

Every man must decide whether he will walk in the light of creative altruism or in the darkness of destructive selfishness.

Have we not come to such an impasse in the modern world that we must love our enemies—or else? The chain reaction of evil—hate begetting hate, wars producing more wars—must be broken, or else we shall be plunged into the dark abyss of annihilation.

History will have to record that the greatest tragedy of this period of social transition was not the strident clamor of the bad people, but the appalling silence of the good people.

Human progress is neither automatic nor inevitable... Every step toward the goal of justice requires sacrifice, suffering, and struggle; the tireless exertions and passionate concern of dedicated individuals.

I have decided to stick with love. Hate is too great a burden to bear.

I submit to you that if a man hasn’t discovered something that he will die for, he isn’t fit to live.

It may be true that the law cannot make a man love me, but it can keep him from lynching me, and I think that’s pretty important.

Philanthropy is commendable, but it must not cause the philanthropist to overlook the circumstances of economic injustice which make philanthropy necessary.

Property is intended to serve life, and no matter how much we surround it with rights and respect, it has no personal being. It is part of the earth man walks on. It is not man.

That old law about “an eye for an eye” leaves everybody blind. The time is always right to do the right thing.

The hottest place in Hell is reserved for those who remain neutral in times of great moral conflict.

The past is prophetic in that it asserts loudly that wars are poor chisels for carving out peaceful tomorrows.

We are not makers of history. We are made by history.

When you are right you cannot be too radical; when you are wrong, you cannot be too conservative.


When Flower Power Took the Stage—Frisco’s Human Be-in

 

                                    A poster promoting the Human Be-in at San Francisco's Golden Gate Park.

It has been dubbed it birth of the Hippie Era.  It was more like a coming out party for a counterculture that had been developing in the Bay Area for more than a decade.  

The Human Be-In held on January 14, 1967 in San Franciscos Golden Gate Park attracted as many as 20,000 people and got the attention of the national media as nothing else before it.  That night’s network television news shows featured film of the event that beamed into perplexed homes across the country.  That semi-official reflection of American culture, Life magazine affirmed its significance with a photo spread.

Soon Scott McKenzies Are You Coming to San Francisco? would hit the air waves and kids from across the continent would head to Haight-Ashbury for the Summer of Love.  By spring similar events were popping up around the country. 

Chicagos first Be-In was held at The Point near the 57th Street Beach by Hyde Park in April.  But the one on May 14 in Lincoln Park and promoted by the Seed turned into a regular event every Sunday that year and again the following summer right up to when the park was taken over for the Democratic Convention protests in August.

                                        The Human Be-In was the inspiration of artist and San Francico Oracle founder Michael Bowen.

The San Francisco Be-In was the brainchild of 30 year old Michael Bowen, an artist and sculptor who had connections to the well established Beat culture and who dabbled in mysticism.  According to poet Andrew Cohen who co-founded the pioneering counter culture paper the San Francisco Oracle with him, Bowen hopped to unite different cultural elements in the Bay Area—the Beats with their interest in mysticism, Berkley radicals who were powering the growing Anti-war movement, and the relatively apolitical Hippie culture in San Francisco with its fascination with hallucinogens and rock and roll.  He hoped for an event with would meld and synthesize these sometimes contradictory currents.

The catalyst for the event was a new California law which went into effect in October 1966 which made the possession and use of LSD a crime for the first time.  Brown envisioned an event where the law would be challenged by massive, open defiance.  He created the term Human Be-In as a synthesis of Humanism and the civil disobedience of Civil Rights Movement lunch counter sit-ins.

                                    Bowen's classic cover creation for the Oracle.

The event was promoted heavily in the Oracle as A Gathering of the Tribes and featured on the cover of its fifth edition printed in an eye-catching purple inkFlyers and posters distributed at music venues like the Fillmore, Beat coffee houses and bookstores, and on the streets generated excitement.

The program was impressive.  Beat mainstays Allan Ginsberg and Gary Snyder were on hand to lend support and lead meditations.  Former Harvard professor Dr. Timothy Leary, already famous for his advocacy of LSD, made his first West Coast appearance and for the first time urged his audience to “tune in, turn on, and drop out.” With him was his associate Richard Alpert, who would soon emerge as the guru Ram Das.

                          Gary Snyder, Michael McClure, Allen Ginsberg, Freewheelin’ Frank, and Marcetta lead chanting at the Human Be-In.

Radical political figures including the comedian/Civil Rights activist Dick Gregory and student organizer Jerry Rubin spoke.  The only woman on the program, Lenore Kandel, read erotic poetry from The Love Book, her four poem pamphlet that was at the center of a celebrated censorship case.

Although the catch phrase had not yet been coined the Human Be-In was all about sex, drugs, and rock & roll plus a dash of mysticism and of revolution.

The program was energized by performances by some of the top bands of the emerging psychedelic rock sceneJefferson Airplane, Quicksilver Messenger Service, and The Grateful Dead.

Hells Angels were on hand to provide “security” and even conducted an operation to reunite lost children with their parents Hugh Romney and the Hog Farm were there to provide foodbrown rice and veggies.  All of the classic elements of the counter culture were gathered together for the first time in one event.

                                    A rare photo of underground chemist Owsley who brought thousands of hits of pure and potent acid to the Be-In.

Most critically, the guerrilla chemist Owsley Stanley brought thousands of doses of powerful White Lighting Acid which he had manufactured just for the occasion and which was distributed freely to the crowd.

Inspired by the Be-In and Scott McKenzie’s song more than 100,000 kids descended on the overwhelmed Haight.  Despite the best efforts of locals to accommodate them, most ended up on the street and many were prey for sexual exploitation, violence, and hard drugs like heroin.  By Fall the organizers of the Be-In were eager to send a new message—don’t come to San Francisco.  Instead they wanted to young people to stay in their own towns and create community and social movements there.

Less than ten months after the Human Be-In the community staged a Death of the Hippy mock funeral to discourage the hoards of young people who had descended on the Haight during the Summer of Love.

So on October 6, 1967 The Death of the Hippie was staged as a mock funeral in the Haight.

By that time, however, pop culture had appropriated  Hippie and characters were popping up on television shows and in moviesRowan and Martins Laugh-In premiered in January 1968.

In the boonies, kids still wanted to be Hippies.  They grew their hair long, smoked dope, dropped acid, and listened endlessly to rock and roll.  At the same time the escalating Viet Nam War and police repression of protests were radicalizing many.  In early ’68 Rubin and Abbie Hoffman would create the Yippies out of thin air to politicize the counter culture as never before.

The rest, as they say, is history.


Monday, January 13, 2025

Revisiting From the Sidelines of a Coup—Murfin Verse

                                        Chicago Seed cover--imagining ourselves as revolutionaries.  

NoteThe anniversary of the Siege of the Capital was just a few days ago and now the main villain of that treachery if about to reclaim the Presidency with Congress and the Supreme Court in his pocket.  Last night at Poets in Resistance Tree of Life UU Congregation in McHenry to shout our defiance into the gale.  I could have read this, which I wrote just after the insurrection, but I did not.

From the Sidelines of a Coup  

 January 7, 2020

Time was long ago that I imagined myself sometimes

on the barricades of some great General Strike

turning the world upside down

gleefully building that new society

on the ashes of the old.

It was easy then to be a romantic revolutionary

to image portrayal on some heroic poster

splashed in red and black.

Yet in fact I only marched, chanted

and dodged the occasional baton

or teargas cloud,  

I came and went unarmed,

After Fred Hampton was perforated on his bed

and students bled at Kent Stat

my peeps on the Chicago Seed

put a mop-head freak raising 

an AK-47 over his head 

in psychedelic color on the front page.

But no one I knew went out to buy one

or to drill in their Dad’s old GI gear

in the woods.

Time went on and I never abandoned dreams

of a fairer world

but put aside any fantasy

that it could be won by force of arms.

Decades later that still holds true

although I have made many 

compromises and accommodations.

Some might say I have gone soft, weak kneed,

or just plain sold out.  

Maybe yes, maybe no.

Now I watch other revolutionaries,

White, not Red,

storm the Capitol and make war

on Democracy itself.

Like those old Catalonian anarchists 

I find myself to my astonishment

called to defend a Republic.

I want to do my part.

But age, a treacherous heart, 

a pandemic, winter,

and an accident of geography

that has me far from the likely battle grounds

have left me on the sidelines

of maybe the greatest struggle

of my lifetime.

All I seem to be able to do

is spill some electronic ink

that will be seen, at most,

by a couple of hundred people.

And it hardly seems enough.


—Patrick Murfin


The Old Man in June 2020, seven months before the Insurrection.  I could turn out to carry a sign at Black Lives Matter protests and marches in McHenry County but sometimes couldn't keep up and was often gasping for breath after a few short blocks.  Today I can do less.  I'll still go out when I can but am not much use on the streets anymore.




















 

Thursday, January 9, 2025

Poets in Resistance Again at Tree of Life UU Congregation Hopes to Stir Things Up

 

More than a dozen accomplished poets from McHenry County and beyond will be featured at Poets in Resistance Again this Saturday, January 11 from 7 to 10 pm at the Tree of Life Unitarian Universalist Congregation5603 Bull Valley Road in McHenry.  

The first Poets in Resistance program was held in March of 2017 and was one of the most successful public events that Tree of Life hosted.  Event organizer Patrick Murfin said, “It has been the historic mission of poets to be the prophets, Cassandras, and voices for the voiceless often in defiance of authority and at great personal risk.  Now perilous times, climate disaster, war, oppression, and existential threat to democracy demand that those voices be heard again.”  


                                        Event organizer and program host Patrick Murfin.

The call for a new program was inspired by a quote from Nobel Laureate Toni Morrison:
This is precisely the time when artists go to work. There is no time for despair, no place for self-pity, no need for silence, no room for fear. We speak, we write, we do language. That is how civilizations heal.  I know the world is bruised and bleeding, and though it is important not to ignore its pain, it is also critical to refuse to succumb to its malevolence. Like failure, chaos contains information that can lead to knowledge — even wisdom. Like art.

                                                                                Joe Calvillo of Paladins of Poetry.

The poets represent themselves and the communities they are a part of which feel threatened  by the incoming regime.  They include published writers, frequent poetry program readers, teachers, and activists such as Joe Calvillo, founder of Paladins of Poetry; Tricia Alexander, award-winning performing and healing artist, poet, songwriter, and musician; and noted Rockford based regional performance poet and social justice activist Christopher D. Sims.  Once again blogger, poet, and activist Patrick Murfin will host.  

      
                                                                                    
                                                                                       Poet, musician, and healing artist Trisha Alexander.

The event will be free to the public but a suggested $20 donation at the door can be split between Tree of Life social justice ministries including Compassion for Campers, Jail Brakers, support for immigrants and refugees, work for women’s reproductive freedom and safety, and LGBTQ+ support and solidarityAttendees can also select any or all of four social justice organizations on the front lines—the Illinois Community for Displaced Immigrants (ICDI), McHenry County Citizens for Choice (MCCC),  McHenry County NOW, and Woodstock PrideCash and checks will be accepted and payments can be designated for the organizations by using a QR codeNo one, however, will be turned away if they cannot afford a donation



Hors d’oeuvres, snacks, and desert treats will be available with coffee, juice, soft drinks, and waterAdult beverages will be available for a voluntary donation at the bar.   Some poets may have books, chapbooks, magazines, or CDs for sale.

For more information contact Patrick Murfin at pmurfin@sbcglobal.net  or 815 814-5645.

Tuesday, January 7, 2025

The Blog Goes on Hiatus this Week


 With our annual Murfin Winter Holidays Music Festival just wound up Heretic, Rebel a Thing to Flout will take a rare hiatus from regular posts  this week.  Your elderly scribe and editor needs all of his time to concentrate on all of the arrangements and chores for the Poets in Resistance Again program this Saturday, January 11 from 7-10 pm at the Tree of Life UU Congregation, 5603 Bull Valley Road in McHenry.  

It’s a ton of work and both my balky and buggy computer and the inept operator make it slow and difficult work.  Not complaining—just the way it is. 

You will see a post or two directly relating to the program.

Regular service will resume next week, probably MondayFrequent flyers will not lose interrupted miles.