BAUMblog: ON INSPIRING OTHERS

 

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You know all those books that we’ve all read that were incredibly moving about people who overcame amazing obstacles to do very important things in the world or very astonishing things in the world or very beautiful things in the world? You know those people? You know how inspired we all are by those people who overcome really terrible obstacles, and certainly sometimes the obstacle is chronic pain, right?  Many people have chronic pain and they live with it and they somehow keep doing their lives even though they’re in chronic pain. And they are so incredibly inspiring to us, aren't they? We are deeply moved by these people. These people have such depths. They have such wisdom. They have a spirit about them. They can never be trampled. You know these people? Of course you do. I don't give a flying fuck about wisdom and spirit.  I just want to be free from pain.

Not IF but WHEN!

 

April 23, 2022 Not IF, but WHEN! PREVIOUS BLOGS: TERRYBAUM.BLOGSPOT.COM PLEASE FORWARD THIS TO ANYONE WHO MIGHT BE INTERESTED. PODCASTS, EVENTS, INFO, POSTERS: LilithTheater.com

I'm in a support group of old lesbians who meet every other week to talk about issues around death and dying. One of the issues we've discussed is taking care of all the business around our own death in a timely fashion (like as soon as possible), so that it will be easier for our survivors to know our wishes and be able to... well, tie up all the loose ends. Even if you do have a will, it doesn't necessarily have a record of your passwords or the people who should be notified if you, for any reason, happen to leave the planet. Things like that. Of course, it is so much easier to TALK about things like that than to actually DO things like that. So we all committed to doing SOMETHING before we met again. One dyke said that she had gone through her address book -- yes, an old-fashioned paper address book -- and marked every person who should be notified when she died. I thought, "Well, that's an easy thing to do, and I happen to have a paper address book too!" So I got out my most current address book, and put a big green dot next to the name of everyone who should be notified. Now, some people are obvious choices, but then there is the next ring of people. Do they really need to know? Will they be upset if they just hear about it later? I will never get over not knowing Myrna in New York was dying. Whenever I was in New York, I spent a lot of time with Myrna. I visited her twice in her condo in Miami Beach, for a week each time. But we never kept in touch when I was in San Francisco. I certainly would have gone to visit her if I'd known she was deathly ill. But nobody even notified me when she died! I just found out in a casual way long after she was gone. I can't get over it. On Day of the Dead last year, I made an ofrenda and did a ritual for Myrna. But I still can't get over it.

This is a photo I took of Myrna Danzig during our visit to the Coral Castle in Florida, one of the weirder tourist attractions in a state full of weird places to visit. I think we can all agree that when you have seen the Coral Castle with someone, you are entitled to be informed when that person has died! Am I right? When you're right, you're right! Unless of course you've had a big falling-out. But Myrna and I never had a falling-out. I had no idea when I started this blog that I would get waylaid by Myrna. But the takeaway is: Better to err on the side of informing too many people that you died rather than too few.

So I went through my address book and put a green dot next to the name of everyone who should be notified. But now that I think about Myrna, I'm going to go back and put in a few more green dots. ANYHOW, then I wrote on the first page of my address book. next to a green dot, "People who should be notified if I die." (See photo above.) And the next time I looked at that page, I just had to laugh. After 15 years of practicing Buddhism, I write "IF"?!? IF?!? IF?!? IF?!? There's no "if" about it! My dear Bloggelinis, I must inform you that even the lifespan of a Blogmistress has its limit. I have been studying the Tibetan Buddhist slogans for almost two years. And before you even start on the slogans, you have to study The Four Preliminaries: The rarity and preciousness of human life The absolute inevitability of death The awesome power of our actions The inescapability of suffering. Or, as I've condensed and personalized it: I'm alive. I will die. I have power. I suffer. So it's "Not IF but WHEN!" And the title page of my address book reflects that! And now it's on to making sure my survivors can easily find a list of all my passwords! "PRONE" UPDATE: Dear Bloggelinis: Despite the ministrations of three chiropractors, two acupuncturists, a massage therapist and a physical therapist, I'm still in pain. I don't find fault with these holistic practitioners. I think I'm a hard case. I'm now taking the drug I despised in my earlier blog (gabapentin) and hoping for some pain relief. I had an MRI -- finally! Had to demand it, and was motivated to get tough by several of your emails. So thank you, thank you, thank you. I'm now refered to Kaiser Spine Center and will see another acupuncturist next week. I'm of good cheer because... well, I don't think bad cheer would be helpful.

I'M STILL OPEN FOR VISITORS! Celenia responded to my invitation and schlepped all the way from Martinez (I think) and we had a lovely time. As the garden progresses through Spring, it gets more beautiful. Terry

I'm in the NY Times Magazine -- "The Issue with Billionaires"!?!

 

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I just had to make those photos as LARGE as possible. It's not every day you get your work mentioned (and REVIEWED) in the... NEW YORK TIMES MAGAZINE ...let alone in the lead story about... BILLIONAIRES!!!! It was 11pm Monday night when I read it, so I couldn't call anyone and tell them. Very frustrating. I could not stop giggling. It is so DELICIOUS. Anyhow. You see, at the bottom of the magazine's cover, this is "The Issue with Billionaires." So I'm not exaggerating what this issue of the NYT Magazine is about. It's about billionaires. I am not a billionaire. I am not even interested in billionaires. So on Sunday when the paper was delivered, I glanced at the magazine and threw it aside. But on Monday night, I just couldn't sleep, so I picked it up. The writer Willy Staley starts off talking about how many billionaires there are (2668 in 2022, according to Forbes Magazine's World's Billionaires list), who they are and how the hell Forbes Mag figured it all out. At least 92 reporters worked on assembling the list. Elon Musk is at the top of the heap, as you can see from the drawing on the cover, with $219 billion. BOOOORING. But then Staley had a very interesting analysis of the transformation in our society that has spurred the increase of these greedy blood-sucking oligarchs. Of course, Reagan's brilliant idea to reduce the top income tax rate from 70% to 28% in the early 80s jump-started our vertiginous plunge downhill into a plutocracy. I kept scanning the article, hoping to find more glimmers of understanding of our broken economy . And then I noticed the words "San Francisco", and I stopped scanning and started reading:

Last summer I was wandering around the neighborhood where I grew up in San Francisco, one substantially changed over the last decade, like every corner of that city, by the enormous fortunes generated in Silicon Valley.

FYI, my neighborhood has not changed AT ALL in the 45 years I have lived here -- except in the price of housing. Staley continues:

San Francisco is now home to 81 billionaires, at least according to WealthX. That's almost two per square mile or about one for every 10,000 residents -- the highest concentration in the world, As I was walking, I came across a homemade sign hung in the window of an old Edwardian. It read: "No Billionaires! $999,999,999.99 is enough already!"

YES! THAT WAS MY WINDOW! THAT WAS MY SIGN! I FIRMLY BELIEVE THAT NOBODY NEEDS MORE THAN NINE HUNDRED NINETY-NINE MILLION, NINE HUNDRED NINETY-NINE THOUSAND, NINE HUNDRED NINETY-NINE DOLLARS, AND NINETY-NINE CENTS! EVEN IF YOU WANT TO GUARANTEE THAT YOUR CHILDREN & GRANDCHILDREN & GREAT GRANDCHILDREN & GREAT GREAT GRANDCHILDREN NEVER HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT MONEY, YOU STILL DON'T NEED MORE MONEY THAN THAT! EVERYTHING ABOVE THAT NUMBER SHOUL BE TAXED AT A RATE OF 100%! WE'VE GOT TO TO CHANGE OUR TAX SYSTEM IN ORDER TO CREATE A MORE JUST AND EQUITABLE SOCIETY! Staley goes on:

The sentiment was comically San Franciscan: stridently in line with contemporary liberal values, and at the same time openly tolerant of extreme inequality. Why would it be okay for someone to have $999 million and not a billion?

Now, this is my very first review in the New York Times. I did think it was going to be for one of my plays, but it turns out it's for my window. I must dissect his condescending attitude: "Strident"? STRIDENT?!? STRIDENT?!!??!!!!! Staley writes an entire article trashing these billionaires multiplying like cancer cells, and outlining their destructive effect on the world. And when I propose a simple solution -- getting rid of the whole category labeled billionaires -- he calls me strident. How very Democratic Party of him. He describes the problem but doesn't have the guts to even CONSIDER a solution. And what the hell is a "comically San Franciscan" sentiment? Has caring about the world become an amusing stereotype? Are San Franciscans the only ones who are so foolish? Plus he doesn't get that I was being funny. He thinks I am actually saying it is perfectly fine if people have one penny less than a billion. Doesn't the "already" that ends my statement signal clearly that I'm saying something serious and making a joke at the same time? And, finally, how dare he use the dismissive "homemade" to describe my beautiful sign? Yes, I made that sign in my home. I printed out each letter on a separate piece of paper, taped all the pieces together, bordered them with some decorative tape and spaced out the lines so they filled the window nicely. How often has he come across such a carefully made sign in the window of any home? That was a magnificent sign! (Well, I didn't feel that at the time, but now that it's been treated so disrespectfully, I realize that it's magnificent.) Oh well. I can't really blame him for not getting the joke. Almost no one understood my billionaire window sign. Maybe I should have explained it more, as I have in this blog. It was one of my least successful window signs. I didn't leave it up for very long. Maybe a month or so. One day, after the sign was gone, as I was leaving my house, a woman was walking by. She shouted "No billionaires!" as she raised her fist to the sky. I said, "You're the only one who got it!" She replied, "I loved that window sign." I thought, "Well, I have to be satisfied with that." But it turned out that someone else walked by the window who would be writing less than a year later about billionaires for the New York Times Magazine -- the absolute pinnacle of magazines. Serendipity. One of the great joys of life. So many gifts given to me by serendipty, each one a total surprise. I'm still giggling. Bloggelinis: I would like to point out the tile underneath the window. Ain't it wonderful? 2013 was The Year of Tile. I spent an entire year trying to find the right design and colors. It's not like picking paint colors. If you make a mistake with tile, you're stuck with it a looong time. Did you know there are an almost infinite variety of different tiles available in San Francisco? I spent an unbelievable amount of time in tile stores and just walking around the city, looking at what patterns others have made with tile. I finally found that Escher-like design when I met my niece Rose for brunch in Boogaloo Cafe in the Mission. Lucky for me, I had to use the bathroom -- and there it was! The design, that is. Not the colors. Searching for the colors was endless too. One day after it was all done, I was returning home and as I unlocked the door, I was thinking, "No matter how great the tile below the window is, it could not have been worth the incredible amount of time I spent on it." Someone happened to be walking by, and she stopped and said, "Oh, you live here? Every time I walk by, the tile makes me laugh." I said, "Thank you SOO MUCH for telling me," and I thought, "Okay, I guess it was worth all that fuss." Actually, I get a lot of encouragement from passersby -- AND from my Bloggelinis, don't I? Terry

Unspoken, Except by Herself

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Has anyone else noticed that our newly confirmed Supreme Court justice, Ketanji Brown Jackson, describes herself as a dark-skinned Black woman? Not just a Black woman but a DARK-SKINNED black woman. She is owning something that is rarely talked about when we talk about race: That the burden of discrimination falls more heavily on people whose skin is darker. I think we all know that this is true intuitively, but it's never mentioned. Certainly the mainstream media, which wrote extensively about Jackson's life, was silent on this issue. And for good reason. They almost certainly would have been accused of racism for focusing on the skin color of our wonderful soon-to-be Supreme Court justice. I myself would not be writing about it now if Judge Jackson had not claimed it for herself publicly. So what does it mean to be a dark-skinned black woman? It means that when employers are looking to hire someone, for the Supreme Court or any other job, even if they are specifically SEEKING a Black woman, they would probably be more comfortable hiring a LIGHT-skinned black woman. Say, more like Condoleezza Rice than Ketanji Brown Jackson. There is an extra price to be paid for dark skin. I have a friend who is Black and an actress. She is incredibly talented, brilliant in comedy as well as serious drama. She's also beautiful and graceful and tall and slender and a great singer. She checks all the actress boxes except blond and blue-eyed. One afternoon, she was having lunch with me and another friend who was white. She had to leave early because she was going to an audition. It was for a new play at a major theater that had a large cast -- all Black. It was a very political play with lots of singing and dancing. What's not to like?!? The whole theater community was buzzing about it, and my actress friend passionately wanted to be part of it. I was excited for her and certain she would be cast. As she was getting up to leave, she expressed anxiety about her appearance. After she hurried off, my white friend said, "Why would she of all people be worried about how she looks? She's so beautiful!" I said, "Yes, but her skin is very dark and maybe that makes a difference." Still, I was sure she would be cast. I was wrong, and I was shocked. When I went to see the production, I saw that no one in the cast was as dark-skinned as my friend. There was also no one as talented. It just didn't seem fair. Of course, life is unfair for almost everyone, not just dark-skinned Black actresses. And in my experience, art is even more unfair than life. So it is possible that my friend not being cast had absolutely nothing to do with the beautiful deep color of her skin. But I doubt it. It was a BIG cast. So, kudos to President Biden for choosing an incredibly qualified DARK-SKINNED Black woman as the new Supreme Court justice! And kudos to Ketanji Brown Jackson for publicly claiming her dark skin! I can't help but wonder if the color of Justice Jackson's skin contributed to the total contempt the Republicans expressed toward her during the hearings. Do you think those slime buckets would have treated her with more respect if her skin had been lighter? I do. Bloggelinis: Thank you for the outpouring of sympathy and empathy and information in response to my blog about my painful right leg. I haven't answered all your emails yet. I'm writing all the referrals down and am learning so much from your experiences. Truly, so many of us have been felled by intense chronic pain. I also talked for quite a long time with my friend, Tara, a disability rights activist. She had so much wisdom so share about being disabled and dealing with the health industry. Strengthened by all the encouragement, I wrote my doctor demanding an MRI, which is the first step in actually diagnosing what's going on. Amazingly, my doctor agreed, and I have an appointment in two weeks. I think maybe today I'm a little better. I haven't spent much time prone. That's a good sign. Again, thanks for your love and concern. Terry

 

Blogmistress, Down

 

April 7, 2022 Blogmisstress, Prone PREVIOUS BLOGS: TERRYBAUM.BLOGSPOT.COM PLEASE FORWARD THIS TO ANYONE WHO MIGHT BE INTERESTED. PODCASTS, EVENTS, INFO, POSTERS: LilithTheater.com

Dear Bloggelinis: Right now I am lying down talking into the Notes app on my iPhone. Then I will make this text into an email, send it to myself, and edit it (sitting). I have never done this before. So a steep learning curve for me. I have always spent many hours fashioning my blogs, with all the links and photos and research. I think I’m going to have to forgo that now because I really cannot sit for very long. I think this is the longest stretch I’ve ever gone without communicating with you. You see, I’ve got a pinched nerve in my spine that is causing constant pain down my right thigh. It hurts to sit, to stand, to walk. This has been going on for OVER TWO MONTHS! I am experiencing the Western medical system in all its copious inadequacies. My doctor refuses to talk to me about what I'm going through. She just gives me prescriptions for one pain-killer after another. So far, none of them help. I am looking for a healer. My definition of a healer: Someone who is intensely interested in solving this problem I’m having with my body and who also has the skill and knowledge to actually help me. I have seen two acupuncturists, two chiropractors and one massage therapist. I might have found my healer, on Monday when I went to the second chiropractor. So far this chiropractor is the first person who appears to have a strong desire to figure things out. So I am very hopeful. She is not warm and cuddly, as all the other naturopaths were. She's rather cold, brusque. I don't give a damn. I haven’t been able to walk further than the corner mailbox without intense pain. As you all know, rambling around San Francisco with my pups is one of the great joys of my life. But at this point, I'm not longing for long walks. I just want to be free from pain. Alright, I'd settle for a little bit of an ache, which is what I feel in the better moments. But this green pain that moves all around my right thigh and occasionally shoots down my leg... I can't tell you why this pain is colored green, but it is. I have had an incredibly healthy life up to this point. In fact, when I went to the doctor for my general check-up four months ago, she told me that I was “amazing." You know, being 75 and all and having received some very nice genes from my parents. Of course I always knew that my amazing health could disappear in an instant. Unfortunately, my primary care doctor doesn’t seem to have foreseen that, and now she considers me a nuisance to be drugged in various fashions until I stop bothering her. It’s hard being left in the dust by a Doctor who I felt really cared about me and cared for me very well over the years. Maybe she can't get over her "amazing" prize patient turning out to be just another fragile old woman. Oh well. Thank goodness I have a Buddhist practice. Whenever I'm going through a rough patch, I'm always grateful for Buddhism. The Buddhist answer to the question "Why me?" is "Why NOT you?" It's like a glass of cold water thrown in your face to wake you up. You're ALIVE, damn it! Get what you can out of it! You might not come around again. And yet, despite my 16 years of practice, sometimes I feel very sorry for myself. Fortunately, I have a beautiful garden. Now that it’s hard to walk further than the mailbox, and it’s also uncomfortable to ride in a car (Have you any idea how many potholes and bumps and humps and dents there are in streets in San Francisco streets?), I am cherishing my garden very much.

It’s also wonderful to have people come over and share it with me, especially now that Spring is flinging. So if any Bloggelinis want to drop by for tea, please email me. It's relatively easy to park in my neighborhood. By the way, just in case this chiropractor doesn’t turn out to have the answer, can you recommend a chiropractor, acupuncturist, massage therapist or orthopedist in San Francisco?  So, Buddhism and my teacher maintain that there is a way to transform constant pain into a superhighway to enlightenment. She

explained to me the exact kind of attitude I need to have towards my pain, which is curiosity without obsessiveness. I think that’s what she said. Actually I’m not sure what she said. I was in pain when we were talking. Right now I am lying down. But I think what she meant was something like, "Oh, how interesting that the pain is intensifying and causing me to contemplate the advantages of being dead for the first time since I was an awkward adolescent hoping to get hit by a truck!" Yes, my teacher was talking about THAT rather than "Shit! Fuck! I hate this! It's not fair! Oh, it's getting better.... no, it's not... Why me? Why me? Why me?" First, I took an old prescription of Naproxyn, a non-steroid anti-inflammatory drug, that I had lying around. Didn't help. I noticed the date on the bottle. It had expired! Of course it didn't work! So the doc prescribed a NEW bottle of the same stuff. Didn't help. So Doc prescribed an opiate. All the information on the printout was very alarming. I will definitely end up in federal prison if I give you of these pills, so don't even ask. Also, even if I’m very careful and only take the drug as prescribed, I could STILL get addicted! Really?!? That's not fair! But despite my qualms and after everything I read about the terrible opiate crisis that is devastating society, I was perfectly willing to risk addiction if I could go back to living without pain. But, perhaps fortunately, the opiate didn't help. Then my doc suggested lots of over-the-counter painkillers. No good. My fourth painkiller (if you don't count the expired pills) is not for pain but for seizures, and has the possible side effects of suicidal thoughts and blurry vision, among many other enticing possibilities. The pharmacist was EMPHATIC that I must NOT leave my house alone until I find out if the drug causes me to get dizzy and collapse. I am really reluctant to take this drug, partly because it cost $1.87 for like a hundred pills. It's not that I want to go into debt to get out of pain, but I'm suspicious of a drug that Big Pharma is getting rid of with a clearance sale. I haven't taken it yet, but I might start tonight. I promise I won't leave the house. You know all those books that we’ve all read that were incredibly moving about people who overcame amazing obstacles to do very important things in the world or very astonishing things in the world or very beautiful things in the world?  You  know those people? You know how inspired we all are by those people who overcome really terrible obstacles, and certainly sometimes the obstacle is chronic pain, right?   Many people have chronic pain and they live with it and they somehow keep doing their lives even though they’re in chronic pain. And they are so incredibly inspiring to us, aren't they? We are deeply moved by these people. These people have such depths. They have such wisdom. They have a spirit about them. They can never be trampled. You know these people? Of course you do. I don't give a flying fuck about wisdom.  I just want to be free of pain. And now I'll end with a delightful photo of Princess Loulou, taken by the world's sweetest dog-walker, Tony Schwally.

TWO VISIONS OF CHANGE

 

March 16, 2022 Two Visions of Change PREVIOUS BLOGS: TERRYBAUM.BLOGSPOT.COM PLEASE FORWARD THIS TO ANYONE WHO MIGHT BE INTERESTED. PODCASTS, EVENTS, INFO, POSTERS  or To Subscribe & Receive this Blog as an Email:  LilithTheater.com

Ukraine is always in my thoughts. Sometimes it's the foreground and I am imagining the suffering there or reading news and opinion articles or trying to understand what I and others can do. Other times, it's hovering in the background, as I contemplate my own small life. This week, I was deeply moved by two people's writing. ONE: WORDS CLASH AGAINST THE SWORDS OF THE WARMONGERS by Eric Whittington Eric is proprietor of Bird & Beckett Books & Records in the Glen Park neighborhood of San Francisco. Bird & Beckett is far more than a bookstore. It is a center for the performance of jazz and poetry several days a week -- both live in the bookshop and live streamed. I urge you to check out the website and sign up for the weekly newsletter. Eric has created a wondrous cultural center, and I have delighted in many B&B performances -- both in person and online.

Eric's words below come from the Bird & Beckett weekly newsletter, which lists all the performances.   "We salute the fierce bravery of those taking up arms to push Putin's pawns back, to save their brothers and sisters, their parents and their children from the calculating, delusional madness of an autocrat and his ugly machinery. How many times have we seen this? How many accounts have we read in the historical record? How many times will such a threat raise its head and how many times must it be resisted and defeated?  How much agony will be inflicted on the citizens of our world in one corner after another, siblings aligning themselves with opposing forces, turning one on another as the mad infect the vulnerable with their fevers? The essential weapon we wield in the war against the war on the imagination is the imagination itself -- the imagination born of "...a cosmology / a cosmogony / laid out, before all eyes" that precedes our articulation of a just and peaceful world in the face of the propagandistic illusions conjured by the power mad, the avaricious, the greedy, the hateful, their handlers, their facilitators, their minions. We pity their pawns. Ultimately the pawns will let fall their arms and accept the embrace of their brothers and sisters, their parents and children. But how long must it take? And at what horrible cost? Though we may be deluded by the propagandists to think that our imagination is not up to the task, the artists never surrender the task of feeding our imagination. Culture is never extinguished; it smolders and roars back to life over and over again. Take heart from it, take nourishment, get exercise and fresh air and be strong. Vote, mobilize, protest. Make your voice heard. Gather in the public square and share your insights and well-grounded convictions. Do what it takes." Two things in Eric's words especially filled me with energy: His "how many times?" chant. In fact, almost all of recorded history is made up of the kind of brutal Russian invasion we're witnessing today. And the victors, who wrote history, have always been clothed in glory! What was so great about Alexander "the Great"? I bet the people whose families were slaughtered in the course of his great conquests despised and loathed him! And yet he is lauded to this day. Putin probably dreams that future history books will burble in admiration, "Putin the Great restored the Russian empire!" We are trying to change the pattern of history with our united effort to boycott and isolate Russia. Eric's insistence on the importance of of artists as the life blood of culture -- creating our identity and sustaining the struggle. This reminds me of what Churchill famously said in World War II when he met with the Chancellor of the Exchequer (equivalent to Secretary of Treasury in the U.S.). The Chancellor was understandably concerned about where England would find the money to continue to wage war against Hitler. He urged Churchill to slash the budget for the arts, eliminating funding for all culture -- including the theater troupes touring the country, performing Shakespeare's plays. After a long pause, Churchill replied, "Then what are we fighting for?" In other words, what is the POINT of risking our lives and treasure for the survival of England if we are willing to throw out Shakespeare? End of discussion of cutting the arts budget. (To get a feeling for what theater meant to the English while they were being incessantly bombed by the Germans, I urge you to watch THE DRESSER. There are two versions, 1983 and 2016. The earlier film is one of my all-time favorite movies. Haven't seen the later version. THE DRESSER is about a theater company touring King Lear to small towns during World War II. The focus of the movie is on the relationship between the actor playing Lear (Albert Finney) and his dresser (Tom Courtney). But the war is always present in the background. At one point, the whole theater shakes from a not-so-distant bpmb explosion. But no one leaves their seat. After a brief pause, the actors continue. The play's the thing.) TWO: LIST FOR TODAY: by Molly M. Remer

This poem comes from this year's We'Moon calendar, which contains so many interesting, startling and beautiful poems and images. As they say on their website, "If Mother Earth needed a calendar, she'd use We'Moon."   So: LIST FOR TODAY: Rescue tadpoles from the evaporating puddle in the driveway. Listen to the crows in the compost pile And try to identify them By their different voices Plant basil and calendula And a few more Rows of lettuce. Check blackberry canes To see if the berries Have set. Wonder about Action and apathy And what bridges gaps. Refuse to surrender belief in joy. Listen for the faint echoes of hope. Feel the tender beat of humanity Pulsing in the world. Feel the sun on your face. Remember that even if you Have to move one tadpole at a time, Change is always possible. Thank you, Molly, for your evocation of a world of crows and blackberries and time for contemplation. A world where small actions make a difference. Your words made me cry. Dear Bloggelinis: I feel a sense of relief and catharsis when I cry. It's feels good. There is so very much to cry about. Often it's music that releases my deep sadness. This time, Molly Remer's gentle vision moved me to tears. Terry

PONDERING UKRAINE

 

Subscribe to My Blog! February 28, 2022 PONDERING UKRAINE PREVIOUS BLOGS: TERRYBAUM.BLOGSPOT.COM PLEASE FORWARD THIS TO ANYONE WHO MIGHT BE INTERESTED. PODCASTS, EVENTS, INFO, POSTERS: LilithTheater.com Bloggelinis: This blog is a response to the Saturday webinar organized by international peace activists. I wrote it last night, haven't read the news yet today. I'm reading, watching videos like the one I link to in this blog. I'm trying to grasp what's going on, what are the possible outcomes, what I or my country can do. Terry My entire adult life I have been protesting against my own country's invasions of other countries -- first Vietnam, which went on for years and then our first invasion of Iraq in 1990 and then Afghanistan in 2001 and Iraq AGAIN in 2003. It was always extremely clear that, whatever the sins of the invaded country, the U.S. was committing a war crime. It was very easy to figure out what to do as an immediate response: Make a sign and show up at a demonstration! You know, like some of the Russian people just did -- except I never needed any courage to do it. In this town, when they arrest protesters, they use pink plastic handcuffs, put you on a parked bus for a couple of hours and then release you. Pink plastic! We protested so often, my sister Nancy and I made a permanent all-purpose protest sign. (Well, actually it was my idea and Nancy did all the work.) Look at us. We're happy! At that moment, our joy at being with like-minded souls transcended our deep anger. We had accommodated to living in the Belly of the Beast. Our country was evil, but we were good. I must confess that, now that Russia has invaded the Ukraine, I'm flummoxed. I don't know what action to take against this unprecedented and terrible event. So I was relieved that Medea Benjamin, that great peace activist, was convening activists from many countries on Saturday to speak online on Zoom about the Russian invasion of Ukraine. I announced the event in my last blog. I thought, "These people will tell me how to understand this terrible situation. They'll tell me what I can do." I guess a lot of people felt like I did, because almost 2,000 people joined the webinar. I was very disappointed. There were a lot of platitudes about peace. A lot of repetition. Many speakers talked about NATO's actions being the cause of Putin's aggression. The speakers didn't say this EXCUSED Putin's invasion, but it made it understandable. I got the feeling that the speakers, like me, were more comfortable looking at what our side did wrong, even though it's the OTHER side that has committed an act of war. Speakers kept repeating "War is never the answer" like a mantra. I'm not saying we should send American troops to Ukraine. But what IS the answer? What CAN the U.S. government do? What SHOULD it do? If I know that, then I can contact my elected representatives and urge you to contact yours, I can write letters, spread the word. What actions can my government or I take in response to Putin invading Ukraine? Speakers on the Saturday webinar also told us that economic sanctions that might hurt ordinary sanctions are not the answer. It turned out that the answer to the question of what we can do was: We can all go to a protest demonstration next Saturday. But when I marched in protest of my own country's criminal actions, there was always the possibility that we would affect what our government does. Certainly, during the Vietnam War, as the crowds marching grew and grew, we DID help to end our country's invasion. But marching in protest of the criminal actions of a far-off tyrant? I'm not sure what the point is. Putin doesn't give a damn what the American people think. And I have to say that I don't agree that "War is never the answer." If you take it to its logical extreme, does that mean the Ukrainians shouldn't take up arms to defend themselves? I don't see how anyone can maintain that "War is never the answer" after World War II. Britain acted on that principle with Hitler in 1938 by accepting Hitler's annexation of territory on the condition that he went no further. But of course, Hitler had no intention of honoring the Munich Agreement and, when he invaded Poland in September 1939, Britain declared war on Germany. War WAS the answer. And the idea of the United States entering World War II was extremely unpopular before the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor. But if we hadn't entered the war, it is difficult to imagine how Hitler would have been defeated. Again, the U.S. going to war WAS the answer. Here I pose that basic Buddhist question: what are the APPROPRIATE actions that the U.S. and its allies can take? What is appropriate to this situation? I don't think it's big peace marches in the U.S. But I probably WILL go in hopes of hearing something that enlightens or inspires me. I'd like to end with a link to a video interview with Rachel Rizzo, a woman with very impressive credentials who answers a lot of questions about what led to this crisis. I felt I had a better understanding of that after I watched the video. This interview was organized by Manny Yekutiel, the owner of Manny's Community Space.  Manny's, on 16th and Valencia in the Mission, is a community-focused cafe and learning place in the heart of San Francisco. Manny's is unique -- a non-profit cafe, a political bookshop, and a place to gather for civic and political events. CLICK HERE TO WATCH THE RACHEL RIZZO INTERVIEW. (Passcode: 8dA=Dnr$)