End of Year Awards


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As 2012 comes to a close, it’s natural for this to be a time of reflection. This was a busy year in the Biggest Little State in the Union, much was done and undone and that calls for awards being handed out to those who made a difference, whether they be heroes or villains. So, lets get started and remember these are in no particular order and the opinions expressed are my own.

Comeback Player of the Year

Yes, it’s a sports analogy but there’s no other way to describe Congressman David Cicilline‘s improbable climb out of the ratings doldrums he was mired in early in 2012 to score a decisive win over Republican challenger, Brendan Doherty. The pitch his campaign made that sending any Republican to Congress would mean a continuation of Speaker Boehner’s policies resonated not just locally but was an effective message nationwide. Truth be told, that pitch earns the Cicilline team a Cy Young Award too.

The Never-ending Story

While support for marriage equality is growing across the country and more states than ever before now recognize marriages of same sex couples, Rhode Island remains stuck in the Middle Ages and the only New England state without provisions for same sex couples to enjoy all the benefits of marriage. Maybe now that Speaker Gordon Fox has made the commitment to addressing the issue fully in this year’s legislative session the folks at Marriage Equality Rhode Island will get their wish if they can convince members in the Senate to vote their way when any bill passed in the House heads to the upper chamber.

The Biggest Loser

In any given year this award could go to a host of worthy individuals but this year’s recipient, Curt Schilling, negatively impacted so many Rhode Islanders that the award is his alone. Not only did he make former Governor Donald Carcieri, former Economic Development Corporation Director Keith Stokes and the business leaders that stack the board of the EDC look foolish, he left the taxpayers of this state on the hook for northward of $100 million. While Schilling supposedly lost $50 million of his own money in the deal and the state is suing to try and recover what it can, he still blames everyone else for his lack of business acumen. Maybe someone should put the “bloody sock” on eBay to see if it can fetch a few million dollars.

Social Climber

This award goes to the hardest working man in media, Dan McGowan, who endured years of low pay and uncertain working conditions. All the while, Dan used his love of journalism and the new social media landscape to stay relevant and scoop the better-funded and long-established stars of local media. He obviously did it right since WPRI Channel 12 just hired him for their staff. Great job, Dan. While I didn’t always agree with his picks in his “Who’s hot and Who’s not,” column, it scares me even more to think who might take over that job now that he’s leaving. Keep up the good work, Dan, just don’t break a leg on any trampolines!

Divider-in-Chief

With 2012 being a presidential election year, it began in a polarized state and only got worse from there. Locally, John DePetro felt he could whip up the fringe elements on the right (lets face it, they’re the only ones who listen to him.) Mr. DePetro felt the need to set his minions upon a high school student who felt, correctly, that a prayer had no place in a public school building. He also felt the need to stir up the non-controversy of the Holiday/Christmas tree at the State House. Seriously, is this the only way he can keep his name in the spotlight? And if that’s not enough, he divided his own newsroom by allegedly sexually harassing a female co-worker on several different occasions, one time asking if she’d like to participate in group sex. One has to wonder how Mr. DePetro can claim the moral high ground on any issue while cheating on his wife, embroiling his employer in a human resources nightmare and forcing co-workers to look for work elsewhere.

 The Survivor

Butting heads with the Speaker of the House is never a great strategy when it comes to advancement at the State House, but Spencer Dickinson did just that and survived to tell the tale. Writing a scathing letter to his constituents to let them know exactly what was taking place and then aiding the Speaker’s independent opponent in the general election worked and he won difficult primary and general election challenges. However cathartic it might have been for Mr. Dickinson to do what he did, it still remains to be seen if he’ll be able to get anything done now that he’s crossed that Rubicon.

The Monty Hall Award

It’s nice to know that not everyone in this state believes everything on the editorial pages of the Providence Journal and is willing to explore options rather than dig in and prepare for trench warfare. That’s exactly what Gov. Lincoln Chafee proved recently by meeting with local public sector union leaders to discuss the state of the pension lawsuit now working its way through the state court system. The governor is being pragmatic, the court case isn’t as solid as many believe. Recent rulings in other jurisdictions have proved that and the way Mayor Taveras handled the situation in Providence showed that negotiating was the proper method for settling the issue rather than having legislation rammed down people’s throats.

Best Take Out

Rep. Lisa Baldelli Hunt and Jon Brien on the last night of the legislative session.

No, this isn’t about food and RIFuture isn’t looking to horn in on the Phoenix or RI Monthly, this is about electoral politics. Jon Brien was already listed as a candidate for DINO of the Year in a post earlier this week and there’s no doubt that’s true. Mr. Brien’s membership in ALEC, his rabid support of the VoterID bill and his overall disdain for the constituents he represented is what lost him the Democratic primary in September, that and a healthy dose of progressive boots on the ground to educate those constituents as to what Mr. Brien was really doing. To make matters worse, Mr. Brien announced a write-in campaign and proved his DINO status by going on Mr. DePetro’s radio show to complain he’d been targeted by unions and progressive groups. What really happened was that Mr. Brien thought he owned the seat and he’d never lose it.

Sinking Stock

With her singular achievement, the pension reform legislation, now ordered to mediation by the courts, Gina Raimondo, is in risk of losing momentum for a run at governor in 2014. Digging in and saying the state has a strong case when others want to negotiate a settlement – like Mayor Taveras did in Providence – isn’t demonstrating an air of cooperation from the general treasurer. Now that she’s cut where she can, it’s time for Ms. Raimondo to look at the other side of the ledger and raise some revenues, something that’s been lacking when it comes to the performance of the state’s portfolio. Maybe she should spend more time here trying to raise money for the state’s coffers, rather than fundraising and promoting herself out of state.

Man With a Plan

There’s no argument, the man with the most difficult job in the state has to be Mayor Angel Taveras, the mayor inherited a city in financial turmoil and in two short years has worked with major stakeholders to chart a course that puts the city’s fiscal house in order. Yes, there were bumps along the way – the firing of all the city’s teachers in Feb. 2010 – but the mayor has worked diligently to include all interested parties and keeps the city’s residents informed with neighborhood meetings and has met with union members and retirees to keep them informed along the way. there’s no doubt the mayor is the state’s most popular politician right now, and with good reason. Mayor Taveras is a natural problem solver and has assembled a team around him that knows how to get things done quietly and efficiently. other politicians could learn a lot from him.

2013: The Year for Tax Equity in Rhode Island


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George Nee, president of the AFL-CIO, talks to House Speaker Gordon Fox during the previous legislative session. Nee will ask Fox to consider a tax equity bill this session. (Photo by Bob Plain)

Progressives have a lot to look forward to in the upcoming legislative session. While everyone expects a high profile debate on marriage equality, it seems that State House leaders will consider tax equity, too. The Providence Journal reports this morning that House and Senate leaders are open to the idea of rolling back the Carcieri-era tax breaks for Rhode Island’s richest residents.

“Maybe it is a time to say, maybe we need to enhance some revenues,” Fox told the Journal. Paiva Weed said, “I would keep an open mind to a tax increase on the highest-wage earners.”

So popular has taxing the rich become that even House Minority Leader Brian Newberry told the ProJo he’s also open to the idea, if coupled with conservative proposals as well.

The only State House leader who seemed to dismiss the idea entirely was Governor Linc Chafee. Interestingly, he is likely the only one who would personally feel the effect of the income tax increase on families who earn more than $250,000 a year.

Chafee said he’s worried tax equity might make rich people move away from Rhode Island. I disagree. Rhode Island’s population decline is not because the less than 2 percent of its population that makes more than a quarter million annually are leaving and not being replaced; it’s because the 46 percent who earn less than $50,000 are leaving and not being replaced.

Regardless, it won’t be either Chafee or the extremely small and powerless Republican Party that will stand between Rhode Island and the additional $131 million in revenue it would generate for the state. It’ll be the business community.

But Laurie White of the Greater Providence Chamber of Commerce, didn’t seem on the defensive as long as the deductions that were eliminated can be reinstated. After all, it isn’t necessarily the people represented by the Chamber who make more than $250,000 – it’s a couple handfuls of lawyers, doctors, stock traders and powerful executives.

And last session, Gary Sasse, a former RIPEC leader and fiscal adviser to Carcieri, told the House Finance Committee that a small tax increase on Rhode Island’s richest residents would be advisable.

Also last session about half the House signed on to a bill that would have raised revenue by tying the tax rate on the rich to the unemployment rate – as an economic incentive to create jobs for the Ocean State. And that was prior to the November election, which has largely been seen as a mandate to raise taxes.

One thing we can certainly all agree on is that the reason for giving the richest Rhode Islanders a tax cut in the first place has been an abject failure. As George Nee, president of the AFL-CIO told the ProJo, “The basic, fundamental reason for doing this was that it was supposed to be a job creator. I think it is obvious that it has not had an impact on job creation.”

Or, it’s had a very big impact. Here’s a chart showing the relationship between job creation and tax cuts for the wealthy since 2005.

‘Les Mis’: Jean Valjean Is a Friend of Mine

Most reviews of Les Miserables discuss the singing, editing, and acting, disregarding the original text of Victor Hugo.  I write the simple reflections of a former prisoner who read this ex-con tale while sitting in a cell, with only a feint hope of ever being an ex-con at all.

The movie, by the way, is a masterpiece.

To me, the story was always about politics and philosophy, as Hugo wrote this classic in 1862, in the same era as Fyodor Dostoevsky’s Crime and Punishment, where each tale uses individual conflicts to symbolize larger themes for people living under oppressive regimes of inequality.  In Les Miserables, the unlikely hero is Jean Valjean, representing the downtrodden people whose station in life is based on the law of man, not of God, fabricated by the elites in order to maintain their economic superiority.  Inspector Javert represents the government system, lacking in love and unrelenting in his determination to crush Valjean.  The story, I believe, is truly about the journey of Inspector Javert (and the system he represents), even though it is through the eyes of Valjean we view his existence.

When I read this tale, there were many people around me who were imprisoned on something petty, often sentenced to the gills, and occasionally were clearly innocent; similar to Jean Valjean, who served 19 years for stealing a loaf of bread.  It was easier to see America’s systemic issues in an honest light because I wasn’t biased by my own dilemma: I had actually committed a terrible crime and had accepted my sentence.  Furthermore, it wasn’t as though the thousands of prisoners I was forced to eat, play, speak, and live with were chosen by me (there were plenty of wronged people who don’t make it easy to stick up for them).  Anyone who has ever read or seen Jean Paul Sartre’s play, No Exit, recognizes that “hell is other people.”  Yet in my fellow convicts’ eyes I saw all the Jean Valjeans, the desperate and desolate, trapped in a system of control that does not end at the prison gates.  And I experienced the Inspector Javert, up close and personal.

Prisoners, perhaps more than anyone, will confront their own morals and courage in the face of perceived injustice.  There is typically nowhere to turn when confronted by the Javert, the governmental force that imposes its authority.  Like the rebellious youth of Hugo’s novel yearning for freedom, the question becomes how much poverty and pain can the people take?  What is the straw that breaks the camel’s back, and under what banner will resistance come?  Victor Hugo reinforced Valjean’s spine with the loving righteousness of a God that considers all mankind to be equal and worthy of fairness.  Valjean’s resistance to Javert’s tyranny is rooted in a belief that there is a higher power than the laws of man (and France).  At the battlements (the front lines of French civil uprisings), Hugo infused his rebels with the spirit of Communism, a political belief that all citizens are equal members, and all should shoulder the burdens collectively and reap the rewards together.

Unlike the varied choices of free people, there is no retreat for a prisoner choosing to confront injustice and champion Constitutional principles that relate to Search and Seizure, Effective Counsel, Confrontation of Witnesses, Suppression of Evidence, and Cruel & Unusual Punishment.  This is why in the history of American prisons there have typically been only hunger strikes, work strikes, or riots.  When one considers that even a work strike (such as the recent one throughout the prisons of Georgia) can result in a violent backlash from the uncompromising Javert: all of these tools of prisoner resistance bring forth violence and possible death.  Like anyone else who ever sat in a cell observing this Javert, desiring a fair Justice System rather than a blunt instrument of vengeance, I wondered how I could respond in a way that was true to the highest laws.

Prisoners will challenge each other about what they will do when the “shit hits the fan,” and the Goon Squad comes in full riot gear.  We know their work from the dead of night: hearing a cell door get popped open, and the distinct sounds of eight armed men trying to enter a 5’ x 8’ cage to pounce upon one man who had previously transgressed Javert’s law (whether the written or the implied law).  Some of us will risk further retaliation by bringing a complaint in Javert’s court, and try to win a battle of words and concepts.  Others condemn this practice as useless; and if there will be violent repercussions anyway, they argue that one might as well simply utilize violence in the first place.  Even assisting another in their attempts to call out injustice will bring repercussions, which places an additional moral burden upon those of us with added resources.  For some it might be their muscle, community, or education.

I felt knowledge is power, and built on it accordingly.  For different reasons than Valjean, my Buddhist path reinforced my determination to use peaceful means to resist the Javert.  I never was fully convinced, however, that it is the most effective, nor if there was hope of success.  Any student of history knows that violence is the most common tactic of the winners.  For this reason, it is all too hypocritical when the Javerts denounce violence with the use of violence, and rationalize it with an “Ends Justify the Means” philosophy.  I’ve come to believe, like Victor Hugo’s young men at the battlements, that “Success” is not always defined by immediate victory.  Whether historically in Harper’s Ferry, Johannesburg, Tiananmen Square, or this year in Cairo: people are propelled by a sense of duty that, win or lose, life or death, we simply do what is right.

Victor Hugo anticipated Mahatma Gandhi’s principle that the Javert, when forced to confront his own injustice, would turn from the path.  Dr. King and the 1960’s Civil Rights Movement echoed this practice, to lay bare just how brutal, unreasonable, and unrelenting are the tactics of the oppressor.  There, the ends justifying the means was Racism.  And not enough people continued to agree with it to support that form of inequality; at least not as a state-sponsored body of laws.  For Gandhi, it was Colonialism, as the exploitative foreign ruler lacked justification to rule.  For Victor Hugo, it was the Capitalist elite; a wealthy class that supplanted the aristocracy through the blood of the French Revolution.

It is interesting that Hugo’s 19th Century inequality is the one that resonates most clearly today across America.  Despite the growing recognition of the racist ripples that have always pushed the tide of our criminal justice system, most people are versed enough in the current dilemmas of our economic structure (even where they can’t correctly identify all the moving parts).  We are backed into a corner of rich getting richer, outsourcing jobs to where labor is cheapest (and done by businessmen waving the flag while holding political office).  Technology has put people out of work faster than jobs can be created.  Millionaires of the 1% sit in Congress and uphold inequality through such extremes as the Big Bank Bailout, where a trillion dollars flowed to subsidize the criminal and reckless activity of Wall Streeters who simultaneously protest against all government regulation of their activities.  And then there is the Javert.

Inspector Javert tells Jean Valjean he is from the same rabble, the same common stock, born inside a prison himself, “but he is no thief.”  Both characters represent “France,” born of the Revolution and praying to the same God for guidance and support in their actions.  Javert is the law of Man, maintained and executed by men.  Javert today is the prison guard, police officer, prosecutor, judge, and politician.  In America today, Javert often refuses to investigate the elites for criminal activity while devoting all attention, and resources, to the commoner.  Javert, perhaps, does not even see the hypocrisy; conditioned by all the elements of a self-reinforcing system that prays to a God (that “says” whatever any self-appointed interpreter declares), and is educated by the most elite institutions that are funded by this self-replicating system.  But the outsiders, the Valjeans (regardless of formal educations or material success), see truth with increasing clarity.

Javert’s oppression, which he sees as “Justice” for the longest time, poses the problem to those who seek fairness: Reform or Revolution?  When Javert finally sees his own injustice, he then lacks the tools to truly transform into what the People genuinely need.  He becomes a malfunctioning machine that cannot fulfill its mission.

SPOILER ALERT (skip the next sentence if the plot of Les Miserables concerns you):

Javert self-destructs and kills himself in Les Miserables.  Again, as Gandhi taught, the oppressor simply cannot continue.  Nelson Mandela sought to rewrite the tactic by encouraging (some would say “allowing” via Truth and Reconciliation Commissions) the Javert to reform and merge back into a wider society that reaffirms equality and justice.  After nearly two decades of debate, in the front lines of American struggle, I am not firmly in either camp of (a) reforming our economic and/or criminal justice systems (the two have closer links than most believe), or (b) wholesale replacements.  My goals are to unite reformers and revolutionaries in common cause, rather than haggle over the ideal end game, and see what best can come of it.  (Side Note: some see the term “revolution” as requiring violence, but it does not.  It simply means a massive overhaul in the status quo.  Many within the political system have openly discussed a massive overhaul of our criminal justice, economic, electoral, or other systems.  Like the Internet’s impact on global commerce, such changes could be “revolutionary.”)

With age and experience, any story will take on more layers of meaning.  Les Miserables becomes another tale for a former prisoner, and for a father, both perspectives I currently hold.  Having now studied millions, seen thousands, and personally known hundreds of people re-entering society after time spent in prison, I see the Javert can be just as ruthless in modern America than 19th Century France.  Now, however, Jean Valjean would not have had the opportunity to break free of Javert.  With cameras, computers, and databases, people bearing the mark of a conviction are forever branded.  They may succeed as business owners, like Valjean did, or even become elected mayor (if a jurisdiction’s law allows people to truly elect any citizen of their choice) as Valjean was… but it will generally be done only where the person’s criminal past is constantly placed at the forefront.

Javert is adamant that “once a thief, always a thief.”  We hear that philosophy regarding all manner of criminalized behavior, including addiction.  The hypocrisy is most evident when members of the wealthy lawmaking class of citizens do not say the same about their kin.  Some supporters of the Javert will exempt their own, saying they “have a problem” and “need help.”  They do not get them help by calling the police and pushing for prison.  None of them argue that the rehabilitative qualities of a cage are the best option for their own.  High-priced thieves are considered to have had a “moral lapse.”  Yet as these contradictions come to light, more supporters of Javert begin to recognize the path of 19thcentury class-based systems of judgment are illegitimate where lacking the principle of “All Men Are Created Equal” by a higher power than a body of laws.

People who push back against “Once a thief, always a thief” have drafted and advocated for simple laws that allow those millions of Americans to apply for work based on their ability rather than their former problem or moral lapse.  “Ban the Box” is not a specific law, but rather the concept of eliminating the question “Have you ever been convicted of a felony?”  Javert cannot ignore the fact that he deploys police forces where people’s skin tones are darkest, even into the schools, regardless of where the crime actually occurs.  Javert also knows that decisions made by prosecutors, judges, and parole boards are also skewed by race… further magnified along a prisoner’s personal path of being formerly incarcerated.  The evidence of racism in the criminal justice system is overwhelmingly accepted by those who believe it is either too challenging to change, or that the inequality is proper.

Like Jean Valjean, some will overcome Inspector Javert no matter how intense the repression.  Exceptionalism, however, does not make for good social policy that affects so many families and, by extension, communities.  “By hook or by crook” is street slang for Ends justifying the Means.  Many Americans today are faced with violating the law in order to go Straight and Narrow.  Most Americans have no idea about the laws and codes to be obeyed, and yet some will still pass judgment like an Armchair Quarterback who does not know the rules of football.  Many convicted people lie about their past to get an education, an apartment, or a job, just like Jean Valjean.  They violate probations and paroles just to go where the jobs are, or to live where they are accepted.  When “doing the right thing” becomes a crime, it is time to sit down and discuss just what Javert is doing, because there is a good chance that even Inspector Javert does not know.  The very principles of America are at stake.

2012 Politico of the Year: David Cicilline


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U.S. Representative David Cicilline

When 2012 began, U.S. Representative David Cicilline looked finished. Polls had shown his favorability ratings in the pits, and it seemed like all that Republicans needed to do to take the seat was nominate a somewhat moderate candidate. The threat of a Providence bankruptcy weighed heavily, and Mr. Cicilline’s fate seemed tied to the fate of the city which he had operated for eight years.

But of course, 11 months is an eternity in politics. Providence Mayor Angel Taveras eked out concessions from large nonprofit after large nonprofit, gaining more money from PILOTs (payments in lieu of taxes). Mr. Taveras also sought pension concessions from the city’s unions and retirees. Providence’s fear of bankruptcy largely receded, and the media shifted the focus from the potential collapse to what the new mayor would get next.

Mr. Cicilline also embarked on perhaps the greatest act of contrition Rhode Island has ever seen, publicly apologizing for his 2010 campaign trail statement that Providence was in “excellent fiscal condition.” In an era where apologizing has been seen as weakness, and often accompanies a resignation, one shouldn’t count out the courage of doing it; despite its arrival just before campaign season began, doing it helped put Providence in the past, and allowed Mr. Cicilline’s campaign to pivot to the future.

David Cicilline after his victory on Election Day 2012

And the polls? The polls were wrong. Mr. Cicilline trounced both of his opponents, in blowouts that outdid the margin of error on all polls. A late October WPRI poll by Fleming & Associates gave Mr. Cicilline a single percentage point lead over his Republican challenger Brendan Doherty, with 8% of votes undecided and a 5.6% margin of error. Mr. Cicilline won by about 12 points.

In fairness, Fleming & Associates accurately called the race for Mr. Doherty and independent David Vogel. What went missing were the 10% of voters who ultimately supported Mr. Cicilline. In an election where The New York Times’ Nate Silver accurately called the election based solely on economic and polling data (and a knowledge of how the electoral college works), data in Rhode Island seemed misleading, creating an illusion of closeness when the reality was that Mr. Cicilline was doing better than anyone gave him credit for, including his own campaign it seems.

What made Mr. Cicilline so dominant in Rhode Island politics this year wasn’t just what he was doing, it was what everyone was doing in reaction to what he was doing. No Democrats rose to challenge him, except for Anthony Gemma. The Party locked arms around him, including popular politicians like Mr. Taveras and General Treasurer Gina Raimondo; politicians who could’ve been forgiven for not wanting to be damaged by association with the seemingly unpopular congressman.

Opponents like Mr. Gemma and Mr. Doherty had to make a choice: either attack the congressman or define themselves. Often, after half-hearted attempts at the latter, they chose the former. But Mr. Cicilline’s campaign was miles away, focusing Rhode Islanders on Washington, D.C., where intransigent Republicans in the House and Senate had paralyzed the political process. He was also miles away in Rhode Island, cropping up at event after event. Though the congressman might be loathe to admit it, it was classic Buddy Cianci-style: attend the opening of an envelope. And it works.

David Cicilline at his victory in the September Democratic Primary

Mr. Gemma’s final assault to knock Mr. Cicilline out in the primary, attempting to link the mayor with allegations of voter fraud in elections he’d won overwhelming, was an act of desperation. His field operation was obviously devastated by the defection of its field director, who left to endorse Mr. Cicilline just before Mr. Gemma’s campaign should have been focusing on get-out-the-vote operations. Instead, Mr. Gemma wasted valuable campaign resources calling a press conference that seemed to only anger reporters at its lack of specificity and obviousness as a political ploy. It was quickly dubbed Gemmapalooza.

No one could really believe Mr. Cicilline, who had entered Providence City Hall after challenging the corruption of his predecessor Mr. Cianci, could have participated in voter fraud to win elections that he won with overwhelming margins. To me, the allegations of voter fraud seemed to mostly involve how a get-out-the-vote operation works, embellished to make it appear as though illegality had taken place.

Mr. Doherty was likewise ineffectual. Political observers have put it that Mr. Doherty was overly cautious on attacking Mr. Cicilline early on, and unable to define himself. It seems likely that Mr. Cicilline had done a good job linking Mr. Doherty with the Republican Party. And the Republican Party had not helped Mr. Doherty an ounce, with comments like “the 47%,” “legitimate rape,” attacking Sandra Fluke… the list goes on. Mr. Doherty’s attempts to define himself as a moderate in an increasingly radically right wing Republican Party made him look out of touch with both Republicans and Democrats. How was he supposed to operate in a Congress where moderate Republicans were not only a dying breed, but a powerless one as well?

Mr. Cicilline’s overwhelming victories should end the likelihood of serious challenges in the future. It will take an extraordinary candidate to unseat him. His only fear might be the elimination of Rhode Island’s congressional districts.

Mr. Cicilline’s ascension to the House Budget Committee seems to be the final icing on Mr. Cicilline’s political cake this year. It elicited howls from Rhode Island’s right wing, myopically focused on deficits now that their candidates are no longer in offices of power. Though it seems likely the next Congress will not accomplish much, determined as Republicans are to hamstring the President at every turn, Rhode Islanders know that David Cicilline made good on his promise. He will continue to fight for us, on the front lines of our nation’s political battles.

RIP, Richard Walton


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Legendary local progressive activist, author and one-time vice presidential candidate Richard Walton has passed away, confirms the Providence Journal.

The word first spread via his Facebook page, where a friend wrote this morning, “Richard Walton, former reporter, teacher, activist for social justice and the man who got me online in 1989, has died. Peace at last, Richard.”

The Providence Journal reports that he died on Thursday of leukemia.

“In his trademark bib overalls and bandana, Walton was a fixture at local anti-nuclear and peace vigils for years,” wrote Karen Lee Ziner, of the Providence Journal. “He worked assiduously against homelessness, poverty and hunger.”

According to a Wikipedia page, he was “an American writer, teacher, and politician.He was the vice-presidential nominee in 1984 of the short-lived Citizens Party; Sonia Johnson was the party’s presidential nominee that year.”

“Every year for his own birthday from 1988 to 2011, Walton hosted a substantial fundraiser at his home that was typically attended by several hundred people, including sitting and former governors, senators, congressional representatives, and media personalities who were in some cases his former students,” according to Wikipedia, which contains a short summary of his life and his activism

Sheldon Introduced Two of 2012 Most Important Bills


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Rhode Island Senator Sheldon Whitehouse was one of the biggest stars on the progressive political stage in 2012.

How important was the Ocean State’s own Senator Sheldon Whitehouse to the national progressive agenda in 2012? Two bills he sponsored in the year that was were flagged by ThinkProgress as being among the five most important pieces of legislation blocked by Republicans.

Whitehouse’s DISCLOSE Act (which RI Future was the first news organization to report on) was named the second most important bill blocked by Republicans. It would have made SuperPACS more accountable to the American public with regard to their political advertising, so you can see why the GOP didn’t like it. Here’s what ThinkProgress had to say about it:

The DISCLOSE Act of 2012, repeatedly blocked by Congressional Republicans, would have allowed voters to know who was funding the attack ads that flooded the airways from secretive groups like Karl Rove’s Crossroads GPS.

And Whitehouse’s even more famous Buffett Rule bill came in at number three on the list. ThinkProgress wrote this about it:

Senate Republicans in April filibustered the Buffet Rule, which would have set a minimum tax on millionaires. Huge majoritiesof Americans consistently support the rule, which would raise tens of billions of dollars per year from Americans who have seen their incomes explode while their tax rates plummeted.

We give Whitehouse tons of credit for putting Republicans on record for not supporting transparency in political advertising and pandering to America’s millionaire class. Well played!!

DINO of the Year: Anthony Gemma, Jon Brien


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Here in Rhode Island, where the people lean far to the left, we don’t have to worry too much about Republicans screwing up our state. Instead, we’ve got Democrats who screw up our state by acting like Republicans. RI Future has a long tradition of identifying these covert conservatives as DINOs – Democrats in Name Only.

2012 saw two such Democrats who identified with the party for strategic rather than ideological reasons and did considerable damage to the brand with their reckless and/or regressive ways: former Woonsocket state Rep. Jon Brien and former congressional candidate Anthony Gemma.

Anthony Gemma ran one of the dirtiest campaigns in Rhode Island history. I took this picture of him right before the Gemmapalooza press conference.

Gemma, perhaps the most disingenuous actor I have ever come across in politics and truly a tragic character in Rhode Island’s political narrative, was a Carcieri supporter until he decided to run for Congress. That’s when he became a Democrat. At one point this year he even ridiculously claimed to be more progressive than David Cicilline, even though there was zero evidence to back up this assertion.

He’d already proven himself to be liar, but it was then that I realized Gemma would say or do just about anything to curry electoral favor. Little did I expect that it would get worse. Much worse.

Gemma went on to accuse his competition, David Cicilline, of a crime – voter fraud, to be exact – with no actual evidence to back it up. It was a text book trap for ‘did-you-beat-your-wife journalism’ and the local right-wing propaganda machine – the ProJo editorial page, John DePetro, Dan Yorke, et al – used him and his lies like a tool to bash David Cicilline and by extension the liberal cause. It was one an low moment for honesty in Rhode Island as well as a vexing conundrum for Democrats – with friends like Gemma, who needed enemies like Brendan Doherty…

I took this picture of Jon Brien on the last night of the legislative session.

Jon Brien was a DINO of a different caliber. Disingenuous he was not, but neither was there anything ideological that endeared him to the Democratic Party. In fact, he was far more conservative than most of his Republican colleagues at the State House. He championed voter ID legislation, despised public sector labor unions, loved education deform efforts. Most notably, he was a staunch supporter and board member of the right-wing, corporate-backed bill mill ALEC. None-the-less, the local media was happy to refer to him as a “Woonsocket Democrat,” which was both true and misleading at the same time!!

Brien, like Gemma, was rejected by the voters.

Maybe these two electoral victories indicate that the era of the DINO is ending in Rhode Island? That would be nice, from a progressive point of view, because then we wouldn’t need to be constantly explaining that the stuff that is negatively affecting Rhode Island are actually conservative notions – think tax breaks for the affluent, starving struggling cities into bankruptcy court, marriage inequality and more.

Here’s hoping that 2013 is the year of the DINPID: Democrat In Name, Progressive In Deed.

Gary Sasse Op-Ed: Not Only Wrong, Not Constructive


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Gary Sasse is generally an honest actor and sometimes a smart economist, but his piece in today’s Providence Journal displays neither of these attributes.

Sasse argues that because the governor did not follow the bad advice of right-wing think tank he used to lead that, “Rhode Island leaders are denying economic reality.”

Not only is this not true, it’s also a deconstructive way to conduct public discourse.

One can completely accept economic reality AND think that RIPEC’s report on why we should dismantle the EDC and replace it with an “commerce czar” is a bad idea. First off, Sasse falsely claimed that Chafee asked RIPEC to author this report when, in fact, the opposite is actually true. This was a project RIPEC wanted to take on, not one the governor asked them to take on. It may seem like a trivial point, but I think it matters much to the framing of the issue.

Moreover, he neglects to mention that a component of the switch was to make the Department of Environmental Management a subsidiary of the proposed commerce czar – an idea that had exactly zero chance of becoming reality in Rhode Island and, furthermore, isn’t rooted in any sort of economic wisdom whatsoever … other than that the interests of the environment should be subservient to those of business owners!!

Indeed, one might argue just as easily that such a policy is to deny economic reality.

Sasse’s track record here in the Northeast is anything but stellar. His claim to fame, other than running RIPEC, is being Governor Carcieri’s chief economic adviser, whose tenure had no demonstrable positive effects on Rhode Island’s economy. Unless, of course, you consider tax cuts for the wealthy and cuts to the poor as positive economic effects in and of themselves.

In spite of these blunders, Sasse is a good guy to have in the debate about how to improve Rhode Island’s economy. But he does himself and the state a disservice when he pretends that to disagree with him is to deny economic reality. Rhode Island needs to work together to improve our economy, not bully around those with whom we disagree.

2012: My Year in Pictures


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Here are some of my favorite pictures from 2012, mostly in chronological order and all taken with my iPhone … Here’s hoping you enjoy looking at them as much as I enjoyed taking them…

When 2012 started, I was still on the West Coast for my Occutour project. This picture was taken January 1, 2012 on a train going from Portland, Oregon to Los Angeles.
I took this picture from the train, just north of Santa Barbara, California.
There are pelicans all over the boardwalk in Santa Barbara.
And I met Eddie on Hollywood Boulevard in Los Angeles. He was an early inspiration for my Homeless Like Me project. You can see me taking his picture in the window reflection.
From Southern California, I went to Tucson, Arizona – one of my favorite cities in America. This is the view from the backside of Mt. “A” which overlooks the town.
On my way back East, I got to spend Martin Luther King Day in Atlanta, outside the Ebenezer Baptist Church where he was the minister.
When I finally returned to Rhode Island, it was time to take over RI Future. This was Mayor Angel Taveras’ State of the City address, my very first assignment for the blog. Brian Hull was still the publisher!
The State House session was in full swing too. In this picture, Pawtucket Mayor Don Grebien pleads with the Senate Finance Committee to pass Gov. Chafee’s municipal aid relief package as Linc looks on.
Downtown Providence from the roof of the old Narragansett Electric Building.
Ray Sullivan, of Marriage Equality Rhode Island, and Gov. Chafee celebrate his executive order recognizing same sex marriages from other states.
Of course, the big story of the year in Rhode Island was the collapse of 38 Studios, and Lux Burger got about as close as anyone in the Ocean State to Curt Schilling with this sign.
Ah, Rhode Island in the springtime…
Senator Sheldon Whitehouse was one of the biggest stars on the political stage as he introduced the Buffett Rule bill and kept the pressure high on Obamacare.
Those who follow me on Twitter have to endure a lot of picture of Greenwich Cove.
Downtown Providence is another favorite subject of mine. This picture is from the Point Street Bridge.
The deck of the Ocean Mist in Matunuck.
A rainbow over Greenwich Cove.
The Superman Building.
The State House in the springtime.
Teresa Tanzi, Pat Crowley and George Nee look over the first clues of what is included in the House Finance Committee budget proposal.
John Joyce campaigns for the Homeless Bill of Rights.
Waterplace Park and downtown Providence at night.
Rep. Lisa Baldelli Hunt and Jon Brien on the last night of the legislative session.
Liz Warren, before she was a Senator, at Netroots Nation in Providence.
Southeast Light, Block Island.
Before an early morning kayak trip on Narragansett Bay.
A fisherman nets some baby squid in Greenwich Cove.
Dutch Island.
Anthony Gemma ran one of the dirtiest campaigns in Rhode Island history. I took this picture of him right before the Gemmapalooza press conference.
An osprey in a tree above Greenwich Cove.
Bill Rappleye, Stephanie Mandeville DaSilva and Bill Fischer are engrossed in the campaign via their smart phones.
Ft. Wetherill in Jamestown at sunrise.
Greenwich Cove in the fall.
A fitting end to Mike Riley’s failed campaign for Congress.
Hurricane Sandy slams into Jamestown with the Newport Bridge in the background.
Joe Borrasi reads by the light of a soda machine at Harrington Hall.
Downtown Providence.
The nativity scene outside of the Amicable Congregational Church in Tiverton.
Greenwich Cove sunrise.

Privatization of Higher Ed Violates State Constitution


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As reported  here and here, the University of Rhode Island has spent close to $500,000 on repairs of its president’s tuition-funded home, which is among the fringe benefits that come with the president’s job, such as a car, an expense account, and club dues.

Excessive administrative spending is but one of many results of nationwide privatization of public education.  Particularly distressing in this context is the root cause of this development, namely the decline of the fraction of the URI budget that comes from the Rhode Island general revenue, a percentage that has dropped from 60% in the 1950s to less than 10% currently.

Privatization has resulted in an explosive increase in tuition.  As documented in Trends in College Pricing 2012, a College Board publication, inflation-adjusted tuition and fees have increased by more than 350% since the early 1980s. Excessive spending on presidential perks, in particular at URI, typifies a litany of deplorable policy decisions that coddle university and college administrators at the expense of public education.  Recent examples are:

  • URI’s previous president got a 14 percent raise in 2008-09.
  • The previous president cashed in with a retirement incentive of 40 percent of the $183,000 “faculty” salary he earned after his resignation as president ot the university, a salary which happens to roughly 80 percent higher than full professor faculty salaries.
  •  URI’s current president started his tenure at a salary about 25 percent above what his predecessor ever made.
  • A study performed for the American Association of University Professors found that between 2004 and 2010 spending on instruction and academic support at URI declined by 10 percent; while spending on administration increased by 25 percent.

In spite of all of these excesses and skewed priorities, the almost defunct Board of Governors of Higher Education routinely justifies the tuition hikes and administrative bloat it authorizes by claiming concern for quality education.  Of course, the ultimate responsibility for the neglect of public education rests with the Rhode Island legislature.  The legislature and its serial enablers of the Board of Governors for Higher Education, which is tasked with oversight of public higher education, are duty bound to uphold the Rhode Island Constitution and pertinent statutes.  Their collective failure in this respect is monumental. As Sections I and IV of Article 12 of the Rhode Island Constitution state:

  • […] it shall be the duty of the general assembly to promote public schools and public libraries, and to adopt all means which it may deem necessary and proper to secure to the people the advantages and opportunities of education and public library services.
  • The general assembly shall make all necessary provisions by law for carrying this article into effect. It shall not divert said money or fund from the aforesaid uses, nor borrow, appropriate, or use the same, or any part thereof, for any other purpose, under any pretence whatsoever.

 Title XVI [of the Rhode Island General Laws] adds:

  •  […] the purpose of continuing and maintaining the University of Rhode Island […] in order to promote the liberal and practical education of the industrial classes in the pursuit and the professions of life […]

Privatization is sold as if it provides better services at a lower cost to the taxpayer, but the real costs to Rhode Island and its citizens are hidden.  In education, chief among those hidden costs are increased tuition and interest on student loans, which exclusively benefits moneylenders.  The examples listed above are just a small sample of the many symptoms that characterize a society unable to keep in check the predatory impulses of a small minority.

Anchor Sinking: The Dismal Science of the Right

Anchor Sinking - No HopeFor a site with such an optimistic name, it’s funny how you can always count on Anchor Rising to pounce on anything that can be spun to reflect poorly on the state of Rhode Island. No, the glass is not half full according to that other blog; it’s defective, leaking, and surely the fault of a public employee somewhere.

The latest example of this comes from Justin, Rhody’s littlest think tanker and a guy who truly puts the “dismal” in the dismal science. What’s got Justin so concerned this time is Rhode Island’s ranking in the “Kauffman Index of Entrepreneurial Activity”:

If we accept the proposition that a struggling economy leads more people to start their own businesses in order to generate their own income, then Rhode Island’s position on the Kauffman Index’s ranking is worrisome.  The Ocean State ought to be highly entrepreneurial, because its employment situation is so bad.  The other two states with unemployment rates above 10% are near the top of the entrepreneurialism list.

Rhode Island is tenth from the bottom.

Fair enough, and for the fringe-right that’s more than enough to begin wailing that the sky is falling. But what Justin doesn’t tell you, is that there are big regional differences between the states and that the index slants heavily towards those states with large construction sectors, an immediate disadvantage to densely populated states like RI.

But the larger point here is an obvious one:  not all states start at the same place! In fact, Rhode Island has shown incredible growth in the amount of entrepreneurial activity.  RI saw an increase of 71% in the past decade (comparing 1999–2001 to 2009–2011)! That’s 49 percent more than the national average and 5th nationally, behind only Nevada, Massachusetts, Tennessee, and Georgia for growth in entrepreneurialism. Another decade of “underperformance” like that and Rhode Island would be in the top 10. Of course that little tidbit must go unmentioned because it doesn’t fit neatly into Justin’s “everything here sucks” worldview.

Look, it’s dangerous to read too much into these state to state comparisons, especially when drawing conclusions about a state this size. My take, take these studies with a healthy grain of salt… and ignore the fringe-right’s dismal science entirely.

A Brief Word On Guns


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We all need to realize that allowing people to purchase and own AR-15s is just as much social engineering as not allowing them. Either way creates a certain sort of society, which is pretty much the definition of social engineering.

The problem is not pro-gun per se. The problem is that the current manifestation of the pro-gun position is absolutist. They will not even allow the most common-sensical of restrictions. In their current view, any restrictions at all are intolerable.

That sort of absolutism is foolish. No right is absolute. Freedom of speech can be restricted in certain circumstances. And that is the first amendment, which probably indicates it’s the one deemed most necessary by the authors.

What does a” well-regulated militia” imply? That the militia should be regulated. Which means restricted. And restrictions = laws restricting ownership of guns in certain circumstances. That’s what the Second Amendment states. Yes, the Supreme Court recently ruled that this guarantees the rights of individuals to own guns. But the Supreme Court also ruled that “separate but equal” was perfectly fine, and that fugitive slaves had to be returned to their owners even if that meant forcible removal from a free state (i.e., Dred Scott).

The fact is, in states like RI, you are more apt to be shot by a stranger. In a state with very liberal gun laws like TX or LA (the latter leading the US in gun deaths, btw) you are more apt to be shot by someone you know. Since one generally spends more time among people you know, your chance of being shot goes up when you are surrounded by gun owners.

That’s pretty straightforward. Also, gun owners are 4.5 more times likely to be shot, and 4.2 times more likely to be killed by a gun than a non-owner.

The sum of these two facts means that guns do not make you safer. Rather the opposite, in fact.

In addition, allowing the ownership of assault-style weapons and large capacity magazines increases the odds that a shooter will kill more people in a rampage. So why allow them? Give the kid in Newtown a revolver or even two instead of an assault-style weapon, and suddenly, the ability to kill 26 people plummets.

Yes, there are bad people out there. Yes, they have guns. Why do they have guns? Because they’re easy to get. Background checks can be circumvented easily. One can buy most anything at a gun show. The guy who just set the fire and shot the two fire fighters was a felon, who should not have been able to own a gun. Yet, he had (or got) one. How did he do that? Because guns are easy to get. Why are they easy to get? Because the pro-gun lobby refuses to consider even the slightest of restrictions.

Look, I grew up with guns, in a time and a place where not having guns in the house was the aberration. I understand their legitimate uses. Which means I understand their non-legitimate uses as well. Being able to pump out 50 rounds of high-velocity bullets is not a legitimate use for anyone who is not in the military, or in certain cases for the police.

Let someone own their semi-automatic pistol. Fine. If it makes him feel safer, even though the evidence points in the other direction, fine. It’s the SUV fallacy: just because it feels safer doesn’t mean it is.

But let’s also face facts: too much of gun ownership is not about ‘safety’; it’s about being macho. I trust everyone has seen this ad by now, but just in case…

http://letfreedomrain.blogspot.com/2012/12/bushmaster-ad-consider-your-man-card.html

When I first saw this, I thought it might be a liberal mock-up. Turns out it’s real.

Excuse me, I have to go puke.

 

An Amicable Nativity Story: The Arrival


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“We are looking for a couple with a newborn baby,” Ani said quietly. “We think the baby may have been born yesterday. Although, it might not be until tomorrow. We are a little uncertain. Have there been any births today?”

Not only did she have three strangely dressed foreigners standing before her, their question was almost equally as absurd as their presence. To mollify them, the nurse said there had been several births that day. When these three strangers asked to see the babies, the nurse, at first, said it was impossible. But since they were persistent and she began to lose her fear of them, she told them they would have to wait until an orderly was free to accompany them.

After about an hour they were escorted up to the maternity ward. Standing in front of the plate glass window and staring into the room with the small, individual baby beds, the three visitors were somewhat taken aback. They had not expected to see the babies separated from their mothers. Disappointed they realized that the child they were looking for, the family in Isma’il’s vision, would not be found in the hospital.

Thanking the orderly and the nurse, Ani, Appar, and Isma’il left the hospital feeling frustrated and lost. They had not gone ten feet before a young woman, bundled against the cold, ran into Appar. Both were surprised and stopped. The woman started to apologize, when she saw who was standing in front of her. She stopped in mid-sentence and then continued, “Who are you? What do you want?”

Without really thinking about what he was saying, Appar answered the woman’s question. “My name is Appar. I am travelling with my friends. We have come a long way and are looking for a couple with a newborn baby.”

Anna was speechless. What does this all mean?, she thought to herself. Regaining her composure, she said, “I have just come from a couple with a newborn. They are in an empty lot about a fifteen minute walk from here. I would take you there, but I am already late for work. Just go in this direction two blocks, turn left until you get to North Glenwood Avenue. They are one block down.” Having said this, Anna ran into the hospital.

Following the directions given them by Anna, 20 minutes later they saw the empty lot on North Glenwood. Despite the cold and the desolation of the surroundings, looking at the couple from a distance the three weary travellers felt a sense of serenity and peace emanating from this family huddled by the fire. Each one knew that this was who they were looking for. They had arrived.

Jose and Maura sensed their presence and watched as the three strangers approached. They had experienced many wonders in this night, but these visitors were, without a doubt, the most unexpected. As Ani knelt down to see the baby better, Isma’il spoke, “We have travelled far from eastern lands to see you. Each of us have had a vision about you and your child. We do not completely understand what this birth means, but each, in our own faith traditions, have seen that this child is of great importance. We have come to see the child, speak to you of our knowledge, and leave with you small tokens of our esteem.”

Having spoken, Isma’il reached into his white robes and pulled out a small pouch. Reaching into the bag he removed a roll of money. Looking at Jose and Maura Isma’il said, “Here is $1,000. Our great prophet Mohammed said, ‘If you go to bed with a full belly and your neighbor goes to bed with an empty stomach, you are not a Muslim.’ In this world, if you have food and money you are like a king. May this gift bring with it many blessings.”

Bowing, Isma’il handed Jose the money.

Appar, who had been leaning forward to better see the child, pulled the cord that had been holding a small bottle around his neck over his head. Handing the bottle to Jose, he said, “This bottle contains water taken from the River Ganges. In our faith tradition this water offers healing to those who suffer from illness. We believe the River Ganges water can dispel all sorrows that life can afflict on one. I fear the child will need this.”

Ani, who had been stroking the child’s cheek, reached into her robes and pulled out a piece of rolled up paper. Handing the scroll to Maura, Ani said, “This is a birth chart. I have studied the stars, planets and other important signs. They tell me that your child is destined for a task of great importance. In my faith tradition, this chart helps to guide us on our life’s journey. May it serve your child well.”

Appar, curiosity over-coming him, asked, “What is the child’s name?”

Jose and Maura replied, “Her name is Hope.”

There was a long silence as each one gathered near the fire thought about the appropriateness of this name. Ani was the first to break the silence. “The immigration agency in Chicago requested that we report in, telling them of our location and about the child. But I am afraid, if we tell them about you and the child, they will be inclined to take the child from you. Therefore, we will plan to return to our homes from another airport.”

Jose spoke first. “We, too, will be moving on in the morning, as we do not want to draw attention to ourselves or Hope. Thank you for your visit and your gifts. We will treasure them always. When Hope is of age, we will tell her of all that has happened this night.”

Then Maura said, “Thank you. Thank you for the gifts, but even more for your journey here. Your coming takes away some of the uncertainty of our situation and will strengthen our resolve to care for our child.”

After bowing deeply, Isma’il, Ani, and Appar walked back toward the hospital, hoping to catch a taxi back to the bus station. As Maura watched them leave, she reflected on the events of the last nine months, thanking God for the wondrous gifts of support and guidance, and pondering what the future held for Hope.

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RI Future serialized Rev. Bill Sterritt’s 26-page short story throughout the holiday season.  Here’s my post on the Amicable Congregational Church’s nativity story and scene.

Watch – ‘It’s a Wonderful Life’


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This is my Christmas present to everyone who has ever been overcome by stress during the holiday season and also to all the progressives who works so hard at making Rhode Island a better place. George Bailey got the holiday blues too, and he even doubted his own tremendously beneficial influence on Bedford Falls.

Happy holidays and I hope you enjoy the movie … it’s my all-time favorite.

George Bailey’s famous speech about community:

Just remember this, Mr. Potter, that this rabble you’re talking about… they do most of the working and paying and living and dying in this community. Well, is it too much to have them work and pay and live and die in a couple of decent rooms and a bath? Anyway, my father didn’t think so. People were human beings to him. But to you, a warped, frustrated old man, they’re cattle. Well in my book, my father died a much richer man than you’ll ever be!

And his even more famous speech on the economy:

You’re thinking of this place all wrong. As if I had the money back in a safe. The money’s not here. Your money’s in Joe’s house…right next to yours. And in the Kennedy house, and Mrs. Macklin’s house, and a hundred others. Why, you’re lending them the money to build, and then, they’re going to pay it back to you as best they can. Now what are you going to do? Foreclose on them?

Best Nontraditional Christmas Movies


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Every year, we watch A Charlie Brown Christmas, or It’s A Wonderful Life, or Miracle on 34th Street, or any of the various other Christmas movies that have become staples of holiday watching. So, in the interest of varying your Christmas pleasure here are a few nontraditional Christmas films that I think are reasonably fun, in ascending order.

In Bruges (2008)

Martin McDonagh’s black comedy about a couple of hitmen who hide out in a Belgian city known for its preserved medieval buildings after a job gone wrong is probably the point where I stopped thinking of Colin Farrell as a pretty boy and started taking him seriously as an actor.* It’s also the point where I realized that Brendan Gleeson was arguably more brilliant. Ralph Fiennes is also great as their boss in the mob. On this list, it is the most complete movie.

Under no circumstances should this be watched with your children. American viewers are bound to be offended by the use of the “c-word” (which is used liberally in the third act), and likewise, the amount of gore significantl ramps up as the movie progresses. I include this as a Christmas movie merely because the final part of the movie takes place at that point; but the movie has about as much to do with Christmas as Die Hard (another action classic). It also features the most devastating deployment of the song “Raglan Road“.

Meet John Doe (1941)

Gary Cooper and Barbara Stanwyck star in this Frank Capra film that anticipates themes both in Capra’s later Wonderful Life and Elia Kazan’s A Face in the Crowd.* Stanwyck plays a laid off journalist who creates a hoax of a letter by the author “John Doe”, decrying the greed and avarice in the world and threatening to kill himself on Christmas Eve. When her editors receive an outpouring of support for John Doe, they decide to take the hoax to the next level, and hire drifter Gary Cooper to play John Doe; but it’s not just newspaper sales they have in mind.

Heavy-handed moralizing, with a “magic homeless man” thrown in for a Hollywood screenwriter’s imagination of what it’s like to be on the street, Meet John Doe succeeds in spite of its flaws, largely thanks to the likeability of Cooper. It’s classic Capra, with quickly shifting fortunes and characters who appear bad becoming good. You can watch the whole movie online, since it’s lapsed into public domain.

Joyeux Noël (Merry Christmas) (2005)

This British-French-German movie about the 1914 Christmas Truce is my favorite Christmas movie. War, sex, and singing. What more can you ask for from a Christmas movie (though I admit that the last is pretty normal)? Like most Christmas movies, it’s not a perfect movie; but like singing, this is typical and can be shrugged off. The lion’s share of the movie is set during the Christmas Truce, as the Entente and Axis forces met each other in No Man’s Land. Unlike most Christmas movies, this film is transfixed upon the message of “peace on Earth and goodwill towards men” that’s largely void from classics like Home Alone.

The movie’s critique of war is powerful, as is the moment where the first German soldier steps into No Man’s Land singing “Silent Night”. It has a bit of trouble getting to the end, stumbling with some repetitive trudging from trench to trench. But the final scene plays out strongly, with a song about as touching as John McCutcheon’s “Christmas in the Trenches“.

 

*Earlier, I confused the name Colin Firth with Colin Farrell. Farrell stars in In Bruges. I also confused the names of Gary Cooper and Gary Oldman. Obviously, Gary Oldman did not star in a 1941 Frank Capra movie.

An Amicable Nativity Story: ‘We Are Close’


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“The most important person to come out of Illinois, in my opinion, was Abraham Lincoln. While he was not born there, he was raised there and was a resident of Springfield, when he was elected president. I will recommend that you receive a visa. However, since this is a most unusual request, a letter will be sent to the Chicago office telling them of your coming. They will probably want to talk with you, when you arrive,” he said.

Harold escorted them to the door.

“I know you feel a sense of urgency, but I cannot speed up the visa approval process. Your visas will be ready in six weeks.” Pleased they would be able to travel to the United States, but disappointed about the wait, they left the embassy.

During the next six weeks they made their travel plans. Even though the visas would have been available around December 17, the first flight to Chicago that was not full left December 23. Ani‟s charts said, of all the possible dates, December 24 and December 25 were the best. This would make the timing very difficult, but they trusted in the spirit that had led them to this point and booked the flight. As it turned out, their visas were not ready until December 20.

They arrived at New Delhi‟s Indira Gandhi International Airport on the evening of December 22. They wanted everything in order, so they would not miss their 5:50 a.m. flight the following day. Their Air India flight was uneventful, and, after almost 10 hours in the air, they landed in London from there they continued on to Chicago. The plane was on time, landing at 2:30 p.m. – and it was still December 23.

Leaving the plane, they joined the long line waiting to go through immigration. When they got to the immigration agent, she scanned their passport and waited. After several minutes, the agent looked at them closely and said they would have to meet with the director.

There had been a snafu and their paperwork had not arrived, said the director, when the three were seated in his office. They would have to wait in the airport detention area until the letter arrived. Several officers from the airport security then ushered them away.

Isma‟il and Appar were placed together in a small cell with no windows and Ani was placed across the hall alone. It took all her meditative powers not to be overwhelmed by this situation. Being locked away like this brought back the horrors of her cruel 10-year confinement in the Chinese prisons in Tibet. Besides the person who brought them food and drinks, they saw no one the rest of the day.

The following morning they were escorted back to the director, who told them that the letter had arrived. But he still felt uneasy about their reason for traveling to the United States.

“While I have to let you into our country, I want you to keep in contact with our office. You say you will be going on to Springfield. Let us know when you arrive, and if you find the couple you are looking for. We would be interested,” he said.

After checking with airport information and exchanging some money, the three travelers took a cab to the Greyhound Bus station in downtown Chicago. To their disappointment they found they had missed the afternoon bus to Springfield. So they bought tickets and waited until evening for the next bus. They finally arrived shortly after midnight.

Stepping out and looking around it was evident that they had not arrived in downtown Springfield. Isma‟il‟s vision had been of a couple and a baby in the midst of a city. The fact that they bus station was out on the outskirts was another disappointment. The three stood in the cold, dark December night, strangers in a strange place, wondering where to go.

“We are close,” Ismael stated determinedly. “I can feel it.” The others nodded their agreement.

“In America, people usually go to a hospital for childbirth,” Ani thought out loud. “But in my vision I saw this couple outside, not in a building,” protested Isma’il.

“We have to start somewhere,” Appar stated matter-of-factly. “There is a taxi. Let’s go to the nearest hospital and ask about newborns.”

Realizing they had no other choice, the three travelers approached the only taxi at the bus station and asked to be taken to the local hospital. When the driver asked which one, they said the one closest to downtown.

Ten minutes later they were dropped off at the emergency room entrance of Memorial Medical Center. Going inside, they approached the admittance desk and Ani asked the nurse in charge if there had been any births that day.

Looking up from her chart writing the nurse froze, pen still on paper. Before her stood what must be a woman by the sound of her voice, although her appearance left that to question. The nurse saw a small, slight person with shaved head and long red robes; beside her stood two men, also in long robes. Without a word and somewhat anxious, she studied these most unusual people standing in front of her. After an uncomfortably long pause the nurse carefully asked, “What was that about births?”

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Check back here tomorrow for the final installment in Rev. Bill Sterritt’s modern adaptation of the nativity story. RI Future is serializing Sterritt’s 26-page short story throughout the holiday season.  Here’s my post on the Amicable Congregational Church’s nativity story and scene.

An Amicable Nativity Story: Joined for a Purpose


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“Without a doubt we are joined together for a purpose,” said Ani. “I will study all my charts again. Perhaps with the information you have shared with me, I will be able to better understand what they are foretelling and what is expected of us. I have the feeling we should not waste any time. You two are surely very tired from your trip here. Get some rest. I will go back and study the charts.”

With that said all three stood up and left the tea room. Isma’il and Appar returned to the retreat center to rest. Ani headed to Library of Tibetan Works and Archives to consult the astrological and astronomical tables and charts. She wished she were back at the Tibetan Medical and Astrological Institute in Gangchen Kyishong, the center for the study of traditional Tibetan medicine. There would have been a greater depth of materials. She would just have to make do with what was here in McLeod Gunj.

The hours of study flew by. Ani had forgotten how much she had enjoyed her five years studying to become an astro-practitioner. Still this project was proving almost too difficult, even for Ani, who had a special talent for interpreting the signs. All her arranging and rearranging of numbers around stars and planets did nothing to lift the veil of secrecy. Just as she was about to give up, Ani remembered the new light she had seen in the northern sky recently. It had puzzled her, because she had never seen it before and because it stayed in a constant, stable position in relationship to the North Star.

Ani added this new object on the horizon to her calculations. Adjusting the charts accordingly, she began to read the results, and couldn’t believe what she saw. Bounding from her chair, quickly putting the charts and books back in their place, Ani left the library and ran as fast as she could back to Tushita Retreat Centre. Without even noticing that it was after midnight Ani began to pound on the guest room door. After what seemed like forever, Appar opened the door and Ani burst in.

“You won’t believe what I have found out!” she exclaimed. Standing and panting Ani looked into the bewildered faces of Isma’il and Appar.

Disappointed, but determined, they sat outside the embassy gate, filled out the form, and waited for the office to reopen. When the gates opened, they were ready. Appar lifted up his robe and ran ahead of the crowd to the visa office door. As the door opened, a voice said, “First!” and all three stared to enter. A gruff voice from a man in uniform followed with, “One at a time!”

Appar turned to the man who had spoken and said quietly, “We are traveling together.”

“I don‟t care,” the Marine said harshly. “The rule is one at a time, and so you will enter one at a time.”

Not wanting to make a scene, Ani and Isma‟il stepped back and waited. Appar walked to the desk in front of him. Sitting behind the desk dressed in western attire was a native of India. He looked up as Appar approached and raised one eyebrow with both an amused and bewildered look. He studied Appar for a full minute, looking him up and down, from his long, stringy, unkempt hair and beard, to his tattered, faded yellow robe with a small bottle around his neck, to his bare feet.

Appar waited. Finally the man spoke, “A sannyasin? By all appearances from southern India, I would say. You are here seeking a visa? I know your devotion is to wander, but is not the United States a bit too far? You supposedly renounced all the material goods of this world. How do you plan to pay for your travel?”

“I travel with friends,” Appar said, pointing to Isma‟il and Ani. “They are financing my trip.” The clerk looked back at the two standing in the doorway.

“Wait a minute. A sannyasin from south India in the company of an African Muslim and a Tibetian Buddhist nun. What are you doing in the north? Why do you wish to go to the United States?”

Uncertain of exactly how to explain their mission, Appar replied, “We are following a vision. We feel there is something of great importance in or near Chicago. And time is of the essence.”

“Not so quick, friend,” the clerk said haughtily. “These things take time and this is a most unusual group. We will have to do a background check. Leave your applications with me and come back in a week.”

Frustrated, the three handed the clerk their forms and left. They had been given and appointment for an interview the next week, so they would not have to wait in line again.

The week passed slowly. They wandered the streets of Delhi, looking at the sights of India‟s capital, but their thoughts were filled with the journey that lay before them. When the time for the appointment came, they arrived early, sitting on the hard, wooden chairs outside the visa office. Their appointment was for 9:30 a.m., but it was well pat 10 before they were called into the office.

The official behind the desk, an American, welcomed them, said his name was Harold, and apologized for the delay. After studying the paperwork, he looked up and considered the trio.

“This is a most unusual request, from a most unusual group travel ling together. Our background check on all three of you came back negative. Our relations with the Sudan are not favourable.” He paused, then continued, “I don‟t recall ever receiving a visa request from an Indian sadhu.

And you, Ms. Rinpoche, according to our reports, have gone through much in your lifetime. Only your request for a visa has been cleared without question.”

Harold asked them for more information about their relationship to one another and about the vision that was leading them to the United States. Isma‟il, Appar and Ani answered all his questions openly and honestly.

Closing out his interview Harold said, “It is a curious mission, but I see no danger to my country in your traveling there. In fact, listening to what you have said, I would say what you are looking for is not in Chicago.

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Check back here tomorrow for the next installment in Rev. Bill Sterritt’s modern adaptation of the nativity story. RI Future is serializing Sterritt’s 26-page short story throughout the holiday season.  Here’s my post on the Amicable Congregational Church’s nativity story and scene.

An Amicable Nativity Story: The Long Journey West


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Following the path through the forest from the Shugseb Nunnery to the center of McLeod Gunj, Ani Rinpoche hardly noticed the incline or the smell of the pines or the beautiful rhododendron. Even the view of the Dhauladhar range and the Kangra Valley below failed to catch her attention.

She was in a hurry.

Ever since she had gotten Isma’il’s letter she knew something new and exciting was unfolding. She had read it in the stars and the alignment of the planets. Even the animal signs, numbers and spirits seemed to point to something new, but she was unable to decipher the meaning. What was certain was the great excitement and urgency intimated in Isma’il’s letter.

Without even noticing Ani passed the Om Restaurant and turned up the road, heading to where the bus from Kotwali Bazaar would drop off its passengers. She arrived at the bus stop a bit late, but the bus was rarely on time. There really was no telling how late the bus might be, so Ani leaned against the wall of a local handicrafts shop and waited. With eyes closed Ani relaxed, allowing the bustling of people and the aroma of the shops to engulf her, and, just for a moment, she had the strong feeling of being back in Tibet.

No sooner had the feeling filled her, when all the horrors of her last years in Tibet, in prison, caused her to tense up with anxiety and fear.

Opening her eyes to escape the unwanted nightmare Ani saw to her great delight the bus turning the corner and heading toward her. As usual the bus was full. In addition to the many Tibetans on the bus living in exile in Dharamsala, Ani was always surprised by the number of tourists who came from around the world to see the Dalai Lama and to learn about their ancient faith tradition. She enjoyed the diversity, but was continually disappointed that the publicity surrounding the Dalai Lama seemed to have no effect on the Chinese government’s treatment of her people.

As the bus came to a halt, Ani scanned the crowd disembarking. Suddenly, he was there, standing in front of her. Isma’il Ahmad al-Azhar. He seemed even taller than she had remembered. His long white robe in combination with the white kufi on his head added to his elegant, almost royal, stature. His dark, almost black, face with the traditional tribal scars seemed much more worn and drawn than it had been when they first met four years earlier. But his eyes still shone bright with wisdom and joy.

“Ani-la!” exclaimed Isma’il, smiling a broad smile and bowing deep. Her eyes followed him fondly. Standing tall once more, he said, ” It is so good to see you again. I hope you are well.” As he continued to speak, Isma’il stepped aside, saying with a smile, ” Ani-la, you remember Appar, do you not?”

Ani could not believe her eyes. Isma’il’s coming was hard to grasp, but to see Appar as well was almost too much. But there he was, still wearing his old, worn robes and long, unkempt hair. “Welcome, Brother Appar,” she said, and then asked, “But how is it that your wanderings have brought you back here to Little Lhasa? Have you renounced renouncing?” They both smiled and bowed.

“It was the will of Allah,” stated Isma’il firmly, but with joy. “I saw him at the train station in Jullundur on my way here. He claims to have been waiting for me.”

“I am, of course, over-joyed to see you both,” Ani said. “Come, let us go to the guest house. The weather has been exceptional for late October and the walk will do us good. When we arrive, we can have some tea and you, Isma’il, can tell us what is of such great importance that you came all the way from Sudan to see me.”

‘Things have not been good in my country’

Isma’il picked up his small bag and the three of them began strolling toward Tushita Retreat Centre where Ani had reserved a room for Isma’il. On the way Isma’il told them what had happened since they had last seen each other.

“Things have not been good in my country. The civil war continues to destroy us through its never-ending violence. The Christians in the south are using violence indiscriminately. They have found a strong ally in the West, who has been using its economic might to render us poverty stricken. My brother Muslims also grow more vicious, while hiding behind the shadow of their supposed faith. How can either side be moved toward peace, when both have a knife at their throats? I feel more than ever that my Sufi tradition is needed in my country. But no one wants to hear about meditation and the inner life, about true peace, when guns are so readily available and hatred so strong.”

Ani and Appar listened in silence. Both knew first hand the destructiveness and horror of violence. They had heard the news of the escalating violence in Sudan and thought often of their friend Isma’il. The silence was broken as Ani pointed out that they had arrived at the Retreat Centre.

“Let us go in and then we can continue our conversation over tea,” Ani suggested.

After the arrangements had been made for Appar to share a room with Isma’il, they went into a small tea room next to the retreat center. When the tea was served, Isma’il continued his story.

“About three months ago I felt a strong voice, calling me to fast and pray. Leaving my home I went out to an isolated cave. On the third night of prayer and fasting a vision came to me. I saw a couple and their child. It was dark and they were huddled together, sharing warmth, protecting one another from the cold. I knew at once that Allah was with them, that they embodied the hopes and dreams of all humanity, and that they embodied all the pain and sorrow that keep hopes and dreams at a distance.

“As I continued to pray, I felt deep within me – I don’t know why, but I felt it strongly – that I was to return to you, Ani-la. Meeting Appar on the way was not a coincidence. I don’t know yet why we are to be together, but our gathering here is the will of Allah, of that I am certain.”

When Isma’il finished there was a deep silence. Appar and Ani both knew the truth of Isma’il’s words. They too had felt the pull of newness and gathering.

Ani broke the silence first. “I had seen there was something new in the stars and in the strange alignment of planets. I did not understand it, but your letter seemed to be related to what I was seeing in my charts.”

Nodding in agreement, Appar spoke. “While lost in a deep meditation, I was shown a strange path. It appeared to be a completely new pilgrimage. Standing at the beginning of the path had been you, Isma’il. Given what you have said, my image came to me about the same time as yours. I was in southern India at the time. I immediately stood up and headed north, allowing Shiva to guide me. When I arrived in Jullundur, I understood that I was to wait for you.”

“We are together now,” Isma’il said matter-of-factly. “What we must yet discern is why we are together. I continue to be haunted by the vision of this couple and their baby. Other than the fact that they are from the West, I know nothing.”

Appar spoke. “The strangeness of the path I saw was that it ended in total darkness, but there seemed to be light and something else on the other side of the darkness.”

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Check back here tomorrow for the next installment in Rev. Bill Sterritt’s modern adaptation of the nativity story. RI Future is serializing Sterritt’s 26-page short story throughout the holiday season.  Here’s my post on the Amicable Congregational Church’s nativity story and scene.

A Christmas Poem


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Christ wasn’t born on Christmas Day

Forget what all the carols say

Or why talk-radio makes a fuss

This time of year belongs to us

The twenty-fifth of December

Is the day kids all remember

When the real world ceased to be

And gifts appeared beneath a tree

A healthy dose of make-believe

The sweet suspense of Christmas eve

Is all about the human birth

That welcomes childhood to this earth

Wise men, donkeys, manger hay

Cannot compete with Santa’s sleigh

So bow your head and say a prayer

To mankind’s love that we all share

An Amicable Nativity Story: Anna on the Nightshift


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Anna (Photo by Bob Plain)

This had not been a particularly busy night at Memorial Medical Center, but it seemed as if Anna Schaeffer had been on the go all night. She had just finished mopping up a patient’s blood and vomit around an emergency room bed and changed the sheets. Now Anna was hoping she could take a short break.

Getting used to the night shift had been a big adjustment. Originally she had agreed to take the shift because the fifty cents an hour higher pay looked very good. It also meant she could avoid paying for a baby sitter, since the children now slept through the night and a neighbor was willing to look in on them. Still, at $9 an hour she was having trouble making ends meet.

Just off the emergency room was a consultation room; a quiet spot where doctors and nurses could meet with a patient’s family. It was here that Anna sought a place to sit in the dark early morning hours. She had no more than sat down when she heard a gentle voice say, “Hello, Anna.” Anna stood and turned toward the voice. When she saw who it was her mouth dropped open in amazement. She was rendered speechless.

“There is no reason to be afraid, Anna. I see that you remember me.”

Remember? Anna thought to herself. How could I forget? After all it was Gabe who had come to her in her darkest hour. It had been Gabe who gave her the strength and determination to survive, to start a new life – to be reborn. His sudden appearance brought back a flood of painful memories. Anna fell back into her seat, the memories and emotions overwhelming her.

How awful it had been. Growing up Anna just assumed that it was a parent’s job to punish children for being bad. As a small child, Anna had been spanked for wetting her bed or slapped if her parents thought she was too loud. There was the time all her sheets, blankets and pillows were tossed out the window from their second story apartment into the pouring rain, because she had not made her bed. As she got older her father’s spankings became more like beatings.

When she was 14 and a freshman in high school, she met Jude, an 18-year-old senior. He had taken an interest in her, listening to her troubles, offering his support. Jude seemed to be the answer to her prayers and she latched on to him, blind to warning signs of trouble – too much alcohol and a quick temper. But she was in love and her father’s abuse had dulled her instincts.

Anna was 16 when she became pregnant. With her parents’ permission she and Jude got married. Shortly after their first child was born, Anna was pregnant again. With the pressure of having a wife and children, Jude’s quick temper picked up speed and he began to lash out at his wife and children. Anna was caught again. Where could she turn? Her parents were glad to have her gone and Jude’s family, she had since found out, had a history of abuse and didn’t understand Anna’s problem.

Several times Anna had gone to the local women’s shelter only to weaken and return to Jude. One evening Jude had been in an especially foul mood. He had come home drunk and began to beat the baby for crying. That is when Anna walked out of the apartment with both children never to return.

As she walked down the street, uncertain about where to go and feeling completely lost and alone, she was approached by a tall African-American man dressed in black. It had been Gabe. Gabe’s reassuring words, “Fear not,” and his gentle manner calmed her initial fear. It was Gabe who directed her to a good shelter. The shelter gave her great support, took care of the legal paper work for separation from her husband, and provided the initial counselling that she needed. Her counsellor encouraged her to move away and start life anew, which is how she had ended up in Springfield, took the training to be a Certified Nurse Assistant, and began working at Memorial six months ago.

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Editor’s note: Check back here tomorrow for the next installment in Rev. Bill Sterritt’s modern adaptation of the nativity story. RI Future is serializing Sterritt’s 26-page short story throughout the holiday season.  Here’s my post on the Amicable Congregational Church’s nativity story and scene.


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