Monday, January 20, 2025

Eight Years Ago—Murfin Verse on the First Inauguration of the Banality of Evil


 The Great Crash at Crush, Texas in 1896.

I’m still processing today.  I am on my way out the door to the Annual Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. Interfaith Prayer Breakfast sponsored by Faithbridge here in Crystal Lake.  I think I will spend the rest of this day honoring Dr. King and his legacy…and avoiding the TV and hours of wall-to-wall coverage of the anointment of a dark second coming.  I don’t have the stomach for it.   


I will get the essential gist in summaries and recaps.  I will pay attention to the sixty or so reported executive orders ready for signature and the chaos, fear, and oppression they unleash.  I will be vigilant about things like the mass deportation campaign originally set to launch today in Chicago but which may or may not be delayed.


Eight years ago, with Donald Trump taking an oath he never meant to keep, my mood was very dark.  This poem was an introduction to my Poems of Resistance, a little self-published (and out of print) chapbook

January 20, 2017

The locomotives are aligned on a single track,
    throttles lashed wide open,
    the engineers jump as they pick up speed
    belching black smoke and urgency.

The time has come, nothing can stop it now.

There is nothing to do but stare slack jawed
    or turn your head and cringe.

If in your enthusiasm for the spectacle
    and to get your money’s worth
    for the excursion ticket,
    you crowd too eagerly close,
    you are riddled with cast iron shrapnel
    and scalding steam.

It’s exactly like that.

Patrick Murfin
 

Sunday, January 19, 2025

On the Eve of the Martin Luther King Holiday an Old Man Rants

 


Note:  I have posted this in one form or another on or around the Martin Luther King Day Federal Holiday for 16 years.  Long time readers may be sick of it.  Some of those who were offended in earlier rounds have left the building in a huff—or come to see that maybe it was not so far off the mark after all.  The thing is, year by year, it becomes more relevant.  

Today is the eve of the Federal Holiday celebrating the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. He was born on January 15, 1929 and was assassinated on April 4, 1968 in Memphis, Tennessee.  It was a long, hard fought effort to create a Federal holiday, following proclamations in several statesPresident Ronald Reagan signed the legislation creating the holiday in 1983 and it was first celebrated nationally in 1986.  The senior George Bush moved the holiday to the third Monday in January, which by coincidence this year falls on January 20, the same day as the Presidential Inauguration.  Savor, for a moment the bitter irony of that  

Despite the national observance, several states refused to enact state proclamations. After a national economic boycott threatened the Super Bowl in Arizona, the holiday was officially observed in all 50 states for the first time in 2000.

Depending on your state, schools may or may not be open.  It they are you can count on some kind of touchy-feely programming that will assure children that once, long, long ago things weren’t so nice for Black people, but thanks to Dr. King everything is just fine now.  A tremendous amount of time will be spent emphasizing his non-violence and schools now routinely use the occasion as a center piece in their violence prevention programs.  They will also emphasize tolerance of those who are different—which it turns out may be the red-headed kid or the girl with a lisp.  

As laudable as these things are, children are not apt to be told that their grandparents may just have been the ones doing the oppression of Black folk.  Nor are they given any real sense of Dr. King as a truly revolutionary figure willfully defying the power of the state, demanding true systematic change, addressing class inequality, and in time of war leading an opposition to that war.

In cities, towns, and villages across much of the country, there will be obligatory civic observations.  These most often take the form of prayer breakfasts, dutifully attended by local dignitaries of all races.  While some local Black preacher may take the occasion to lay out some harsh truths or even demand attention to continuing injustices, everybody will applaud politelyPoliticians will parade to the podium with bromides.  Someone—preferably the precocious son of a Black preacher—will intone words from the I Have a Dream Speech, and at the end maybe everyone will join hands and sing We Shall Over Come.  I bet you have been to just this kind of event.  Hell, I’ve even helped plan and put them on. 


In fact, Monday morning  at the crack of 7:30 am here in the Northwest boonies of the Chicago area I will be attending the at the 16th Annual Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. Interfaith Prayer Breakfast sponsored by Faithbridge at the Holiday Inn, 800 South Illinois Route 31 in Crystal Lake  featuring Interpreting the Dream in Our Time a keynote speech by Stella Jones

The day is typically celebrated with nostalgic clips of the March on Washington on the news, and there may even be a documentary or two on Public Television.

Many of the people who hated Dr. King when he was alive or who are their spiritual descendants will blandly join in the celebrations.  And then they will turn his words against him.  When you hear a plump politico with a honeyed accent quote, as they all love to do, the one phrase from the I Have a Dream speech where he spoke about the little children being "judged not on the color of their skins but on the strength of their characters, watch out."  That hack is about to use Dr. Kings words to attack that dream.  He will say that now that we have erased statutory discrimination, any lingering program that gives disadvantaged minorities the slightest leg-up is itself discriminatory.  He will claim that Dr. King would want a perfectly color blind society.  Unspoken is his deep conviction that in such a color blind society, white men will rise like cream and be restored to their rightful place on top of the ladder—as if they had ever really lost it.

Six years ago, among the leading hijackers of Dr. King’s legacy was Vice President Mike Pence.  In an appearance of CBS TVs Meet the Press he actually quoted King to support trading Donald Trumps phony Border Wall for temporary relief from deportation of the DACA Dreamers.  

Dr. King will also be lauded for his non-violence, which will be translated into passivityLaw breaking—including the kind the Civil Rights Movement routinely used—will be denounced.  No word will be uttered that Dr. King’s non-violence actually expected to provoke violent opposition and used that response to tweak the conscience of a democratic nation.  

Since Dr. King’s time, police departments have been provided with new arms and tactics.  New crowd control methods and security provisions make the kind of marches, sit-ins, and demonstrations led by King either difficult or kept far away from threatening the safety of those being protested, as was seen repeatedly in attacks on the Occupy Movement, Black Lives Matter protests, and at Standing Rock. New restrictions on the press—and when that doesn’t work outright attacks, arrests, and physical intimidation—keeps reporters from fully reporting on acts of civil disobedience so that the public consciousness may be safely left un-tweaked.  Of course, as the January 6, 2021 events at the Capitol showed, that militaristic capacity was not used against White insurrectionists.


                        Seven years ago King's daughter Bernice called out reptilian fascist Steve Bannon attempt to hijack her father's legacy.

A few of years ago, rising to a new level of audacious gall, a senior Pentagon official, in a program marking Dr. King’s birth at the Department of Defense, actually argued that the Nobel Peace Prize winner would understand and approve of the “work of our soldiers in Iraq and Afghanistan.”


What is almost never mentioned? Dr. King's denunciation of the Vietnam War in his speech at New York's Riverside Church on April 4, 1967 turned many white liberals and most of the Democratic Party establishment against him.  He expected it would.  He spoke anyway.

We are told that because Dr. King was a faithful Baptist, he would not today support Gay, lesbian, and transgendered people and that it is a mockery to compare their struggle to the Civil Rights Movement.  The Black church is divided on this—even Dr. King’s children are—but it is hard to imagine his rejection of justice for them.

Likewise, some Black leaders will claim, especially in their own communities, that Dr. King fought just for them, that gains he fought for should not be extended to the growing Latino minorities that threaten to displace them as the most oppressed.

All of this is possible because more than 50 years after his death Martin Luther King has been sanitized.  He has been scrubbed clean of the any semblance of actual humanity, any personal foibles or flaws, and midnight doubts or struggles of the soul.  He has become an empty vessel into which can be poured a safe and bland pudding which can placate pesky Blacks with a pat-on-the-head while protecting the status-quo.

Enough!  The real flesh and blood Dr. King would have none of it.  

Let’s remember him today for who he was, not who the charlatans want to make him out to be.  And let’s remember that as great as he was, he was one man.  Let’s not denigrate the truly historic sacrifices of thousands and thousands of ordinary people who repeatedly literally put their lives on the line—and continue to do so today.  Let’s celebrate him and them by rededicating ourselves to standing up as they did, by putting our bodies, when necessary, on the line to achieve their true dream of an equitable and just society.


Modern movements build on Dr. King's legacy.

And let’s embrace the new generation of committed and imaginative young Black leaders who are making sure America learns that Black Lives Matter and have energized new civil rights/economic justice movements like the Moral Monday Marches and the new Poor People’s Campaign.  If we are White, let us battle our own egos and fragilities, our fantasies of being White rescuers, commit to understand White privilege and systematic racism, and allow us to become true allies respectful of the leadership of the oppressed.


Saturday, January 18, 2025

Full Poets in Resistance Again Program on YouTube


Now you can see the full Poets in Resistance Again program presented at Tree of Life UU Congregation in McHenry on Saturday, January 11 on YouTube.


Poets in Resistance Again program

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.  —Toni Morrison, Nobel Prize winning American novelist

Patrick Murfin is a poet, writer, blogger, amateur historian and lifelong social justice activist who organized the original Poets in Resistance program in 2017.   

Jan Boseman lives and writes in Woodstock. Poetry chose her to play on its team many years ago when she fell in love with The Prisoner of Chillon. She has been honing her skills ever since. Some call her a protest poet. 

Alan Sheer is a retired professor of philosophy, religion, ethics and history. Prior to his teaching career Alan was a congressional press secretary and pastor of several churches where he worked in a variety of social justice ministries.   

Tricia Alexander is an award-winning performing and healing artist, a performance poet, songwriter, and musician.  She said, “Writing has helped me understand and process this multi-dimensional experience of living.  I can’t imagine my life without the beauty and the depth that writing has not only brought  TO me—but also  what it has encouraged me to rise up and out of me.” 

Sam Miller is a Crystal Lake Resident and an art student at McHenry County College.

Kenneth Balmes was born in Waukegan and lives in Island Lake. He started writing poetry at age 65, inspired by persons, places and events in my life, especially those closest to him. Believes in trying to make this world a better place and to express and share beauty and love. 

Julie Ann Monroe is a writer of poetry, music, memoirs, essays and books, she is active in her world of photography as well.  She spends her time writing, playing guitar, hiking, hanging out with her horse. She lives in Woodstock works in Harvard and plays anywhere she can!  

Edward Philip Denofrio  was the former and inaugural Poet-in-Residence at Raue Center of the Arts in Crystal Lake, IL. Since his time there, he spent his time organizing poetry-readings in McHenry and Lake County; writing and reading about the natural world and joy in the face of the never ceasing advancement of evil. 

Julie Huddle grew up in McHenry County, returning after living in a variety of places including Nepal, as a Peace Corps volunteer and Colorado. She finds her inspiration primarily in nature, her dog Clarice, and her community.  

Joe Calvillo is a local McHenry County writer, poet, and founder of the poetry group Paladins of Poetry.  He has been an active poet in the area with many associations including Sanctuary Poets, Atrocious Poets and hosted a monthly poetry night in Crystal Lake.  Joe's poetry publication is Azule-A Collections of Poems  and has maintained a writer's Blogspot on Google since 2010. 

James Hamilton is from Wisconsin and is a  seasoned spoken word performance artist,  and motivational speaker.  He is a member of Wisconsin Fellowship of Poets and P.O.E.T (People Of Extraordinary Talent).  James has made a significant impact on the literary scene in Wisconsin.   

Jessica Kemery is a Crystal Lake author who writes fantasy and secretly loves poetry.

Luke Welch lives in Northern Illinois where he works as a sign language interpreter.  He has published poems in various small press magazines.   

Christopher D. Sims has been writing and reciting Resistance Poetry for better than twenty years now. A nationally known artist, activist, and truth-teller, his words seek to empower, impact, or inform. Christopher is known as The People’s Poet in his hometown Rockford, IL.  

The Social Justice Team of Tree of Life UU Congregation would like to thank everyone who made the evening special and possible—our poets, Paladins of Poetry and the McHenry County poetry community;  the staff of Tree of Life especially Congregation Administer Judy Stettner;  our tech crew Ryan Broussard and Julie Huddle; our volunteers; and Lisa Messinger for sponsoring the bar;  our beneficiaries and front line organizations Illinois Community for Displaced Immigrants (ICDI), McHenry County Citizens for Choice (MCCC), McHenry County NOW, and Woodstock Pride.  A shout out to everyone who helped promote the event on social media and elsewhere.

We hope you have been inspired and motivated to dare to personally step up and actively join in the Resistance to oppression.


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.