Monday, December 23, 2024

My New Year Perspective

I've been called a 'leftie', even though that's not how I think of myself at all. Admittedly, my views tend toward social and fiscal progressivism. But I think of politics in more nuanced ways than 'right' and 'left'. On security matters, for example, I believe we need to invest in the military and security (especially as the international scene is evolving). Does that make me a 'hawk'? On trade, for another example, I'm a believer that freer is better. Isn't that what the 'right' used to promote? 

I don't think right versus left captures the way most people think. Or rather, what it does is flatten, simplify and tribalize people, which only serves certain political purposes; politicians who want to use right vs. left to leverage hostility and to demonize opponents in order gain support for their positions; also political commentators who want ways to categorize people into groups to express their opinions in bite-sized, social media digestible ways. But it's not an accurate image of the state of reality or the way people actually think. 

When we talk about 'right' and 'left' we are usually talking about the extremes, and what makes this ironic is that the extremes are indistinct because they meet, at which point it's meaningless to separate them. Both the far right and the far left are equally intolerant and anti-democratic. The far right, for example, doesn't believe in democracy because they think uneducated people and poor people, which is the majority of people, are either too ignorant or too irresponsible to make good decisions and therefore can't be trusted with power. A form of authoritarianism is preferable. People on the far left also want a form of authoritarianism because they believe democracy expresses systemic racism and bigotry and favours financial special interests. People are too ignorant, greedy or prejudiced to be trusted with power.

It always comes down to one thing: Who can be trusted with power. Which is why we rise and fall as a society on the amount of trust we have in each other. As the level of trust sinks the more the fortunes of authoritarians rise. This is why authoritarians trade on distrust, attacking as untrustworthy just about everything that engenders trust in our society; institutions, media, officeholders, judges, experts etc. 

We increasingly live in a world where trust is at risk. The globalization of information has made us feel like everything everywhere is always happening to us. But it's not. The fabric of belonging that was woven through our participation in the activities of local groups, such as ecumenical community groups and benevolent societies, has frayed. The social media algorithms in which we are all immersed that rewards extremism, portrays and promotes a scary and mostly fictional view of reality. One that makes us believe that every road trip ends in a firey car crash. Our challenge is to not fall for it. The best way to do that is to choose a different reality, one that provides proper perspective. 

It's been anti-Semitism since October 7th that has expressed for me, in a most salient way, the need for perspective. The increase in violent incidents is undeniable. Just this past week there was a molotov cocktail thrown at the door of a synagogue in a Montreal suburb, which is alarming. The question is, is it a one alarm, a 2-alarm or a 5-alarm fire? Obviously we should be concerned about the anger out there against Jewish communities because of the tragedy in Gaza. It's an understandable, and unacceptable, uptick in violence borne of a sense of moral outrage and political frustration. And yet, I don't feel personally unsafe, and I don't think I have any reason to. I'm heartened by the fact that the people in power, political leaders and authorities, have been unequivocal in denouncing the violence against Jewish institutions. I'm confident that the anger and frustration will pass once hostilities subside. Anti-Semitism (like all forms of prejudice and the need to blame others) expresses unfortunate aspects of human nature. We should remember that if you had to choose any time in history to be alive as a Jew, it would certainly be now. We are still living in our golden age. I don't think I'm being pollyannaish or naive. 

This new year, by all means vow to eat healthier, and drink less. By all means get a gym membership, and pledge to do more regular exercise. But don't forget about your mental health. Check your view of reality by disconnecting from the false one you see online. Participate in real-world activities. Communicate with people individually, not by adding comments on social media posts. Increase time  spent with actual people. Go to a live event, a concert, a play, a show at the museum. Read the local weekly community newspaper - it'll remind you that life is actually still pretty normal.

May 2025 be a year in which we pledge to re-orient our compass toward a truer perspective.  

Sunday, December 22, 2024

Mama Done

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Mama done wash all the clothes for us, (x 2)

Mama done wash the clothes to please us,

Then she'll praise the Lord Jesus, 

Mama done wash all the clothes for us.


Mama done cook all the meals for us, (x2)

Mama done cook the meals to please us,

Then she'll praise the Lord Jesus, 

Mama done cool all the meals clothes for us.


Mama done mend all the clothes for us, (x2)

Mama done mend the clothes to please us,

Then she'll praise the Lord Jesus, 

Mama done mend all the clothes for us.


Mama done sweep all the floors for us, (x2)

Mama done sweep the floors to please us,

Then she'll praise the Lord Jesus, 

Mama done sweep all the floors for us.


Mama done dust all the shelves for us, (x2)

Mama done dust the shelves to please us,

Then she'll praise the Lord Jesus, 

Mama done dust all the shelves for us.


Mama done work all the fields for us, (x2)

Mama done work the fields to please us,

Then she'll praise the Lord Jesus, 

Mama done work all the fields for us.

Saturday, December 21, 2024

We Make No Sense

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I don't have very much,

But you know that I'm a giver.

I promised you some things,

And didn't quite deliver.


I'll never make excuses,

It's really not my style.

No one's passing judgment,

No one here's on trial.


Just can't help myself,

My love for you's intense.

I don't make many dollars,

And we don't make much sense.


All my friends are telling me,

It'll never work.

I try to stay calm,

While I watch you go berserk.


I'm afraid to speak,

You tend to blurt things out.

I prefer to whisper,

You're the kind to shout. 


Just can't help myself,

My love for you's intense.

I don't make many dollars,

And we don't make much sense.


I like beer and burgers,

You prefer Chinese.

I like sports and pool hall,

You like wine and cheese.


You like reading novels

I'm not big on books.

I still ask myself,

How I got a second look. 


Just can't help myself,

My love for you's intense.

I don't make many dollars,

And we don't make much sense.

Monday, December 16, 2024

Not Alone

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Music by David Moss

Lyrics and performance by Glen Rotchin


There was one who said that she felt lonely,

There was one who begged me to come home,

There was one who told me that she loved me,

And I told her she was not alone, she was not alone.


There are times things just don't seem right,

There are times you feel it in your bones,

And you know there's something that she's hiding,

When she speaks you hear it in her tone.


In her eyes I saw what she was thinking,

In her eyes I saw she wasn't true,

That was when I felt my heart was sinking,

I could tell she saw just what I knew, saw just what I knew.

 

There was one who said that she felt lonely,

There was one who begged me to come home,

There was one who told me that she loved me,

And I told her she was not alone.

Saturday, December 14, 2024

The Virus Spreads

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The virus spreads 

through inhalation 

and aspiration... 


we wear flimsy 

blue paper masks

to cover our mouths,

but the virus spreads

freely and unseen,

in shopping malls,

on buses and in subways -

empty seats still warm 

from another body.


It spreads 

in the cracks of crumbling walls 

of derelict buildings,

and in antiseptic boardrooms 

of glass office towers,

it creeps and suddenly appears

cryptic as the spray paint

on underpasses.


The virus spreads 

online and offline,

it spreads between lines 

of publicly-funded 

poetry journals  

that no one reads,

and in classrooms

like an identity crisis

like a piety

like self-righteousness.


The virus spreads -  

changes normal people

into rabid zombies,

raving street-mutterers,

mouth-foaming flag-wavers

chanting dogma 

in wretched syllables, 

delirious dialects

of catchy slang

rhyming bloody murder.


The cable news shows 

take sides; 

The expert panels 

confuse;

The audience 

buries its head

as the virus spreads

like a conspiracy.

Tuesday, December 10, 2024

The 5 Stages of Life

Stage 1: You worry about what your parents think.

Stage 2: You worry about what your friends think.

Stage 3: You worry about what your boss thinks. 

Stage 4: You worry about what your wife/husband/kids are thinking.

Stage 5: You don’t give a fuck about what anyone thinks.

A Diet of Nothing Burgers

The presidential candidate admits to sexually assaulting women.

The presidential candidate is found guilty of defrauding his fake charity.

The presidential candidate pays-off fake university customers he defrauded.

The presidential candidate asks Russia for help to win the election.

He is elected.

The president is found guilty of criminal libel against a sexual assault accuser.

The president is impeached for unlawfully withholding military assistance to Ukraine.

The president pardons his convicted co-conspirators.

He loses re-election.

The president asks state election officials to "find 11,380" votes so he can win Georgia.

The president sends his followers to ransack the Capitol and does nothing to stop it for 3 hours.

The president is impeached again.

The former president is indicted for hiding top-secret documents and obstruction of justice.

The former president is indicted for sending his followers to stop the certification of the election.

The former-president is convicted of thirty-three felony counts.

He is re-elected.

Saturday, December 7, 2024

A Man Falls From A Roof

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Everyone I know is on drugs;

mommies on Prozac or Zoloft,

daddies on Crestor or Lipitor,

kids taking THC-laced gummies,

and Molly. 


The cable news shows have 

commercials for Wegovy and Ozempic 

for diabetes - all the rage

for weight loss too.  

I'm not sure how anyone got by

before pills. 


I’ve heard Elvis came back

from Germany 

addicted to amphetamines.


I’ve heard Leonard Cohen

was five years in silence

on Mt. Baldy

before he could sing again. 


Whatever happened to the drunkard

singing a sour tune,

railing at the half moon,

talking up women in the saloon,

fists swinging,

face planting in concrete,

bloodied and stinking

of piss

as cars speed by?


Whatever happened to

work the next day 

with a good old fashioned hangover? 


A man falling from the roof

of a tall building

drops more slowly 

than you might think

looking up from the street.

Friday, December 6, 2024

The Auschwitz Question

The instructions arrived yesterday for the take-home final for Holocaust.

Typing those words feels absurd: "... take-home final for Holocaust." It gets worse.

I read through the options with my daughter - I'm not sure she's supposed to be discussing this with anyone, but it's a take-home exam due next week, so what do they expect, that she's going to keep it to herself? No chance of that, especially after the experience of her last assignment.   

There's a certain appropriate cruelty in what my daughter is enduring with this Holocaust course, a course she took as an elective, out of sheer interest, which she thought would offer a respite from her more demanding psychology readings and exams. How wrong she was. 

1. In the concentration camps a different moral code developed among the prisoners. Discuss what circumstances brought this about. If you found yourself in similar circumstances how do you imagine you would react?     

2. Auschwitz and the death camps, more than the other methods the Nazis used to murder, have become a term synonymous with evil. Why do you think that is? Discuss.

You have 1000 words maximum, including footnotes. Refer to course texts and class discussions. 

There were a few other questions, but my daughter is trying to decide between these two. She asks me which one I think she should tackle. She's freaking out, on the verge of tears. The task is daunting. She's already overwhelmed and hasn't even written a word yet. I get it - 1000 words maximum to explore the nature of evil. 

The Auschwitz question, I advise. I'm thinking, at least she would be spared having to imagine herself being in a death camp. The Auschwitz question is more abstract and philosophical. Who hasn't thought of the problem of evil, one of the oldest arguments against the existence of a benevolent God. 

My wife is listening. She pipes in. "It's because Auschwitz industrialized mass-murder." She nails it succinctly, as usual. It's my job to elaborate.

Auschwitz turned our sense of modernity on its head, I say. Until Auschwitz, when we thought of modernity, when we thought of science, industry and technology, we thought of progress, we thought of humanity always improving and moving forward. Auschwitz took all those elements that, up to that point in history we thought of as salutary and good, and used them to achieve efficient cold-blooded mass-murder. Until Auschwitz, when we thought of evil we thought of demonic possession, madness or a fit of rage. We identified and pinned it on uniquely monstrous individuals; Ghengis Khan, Pol Pot or Adolph Hitler. We thought of cruelty, barbarism and savagery. Auschwitz demonstrated the opposite: that evil was far from unique. Evil could be carefully planned and executed within a framework that was made to appear 'civilized'. Evil was a banal community project, justified in the heads of ordinary folks just doing their part. It was as regular and daily as train schedules and 'selections' on the ramp, like grocery shopping, to the right you went to 'work', to the left you went to the 'showers'. Evil was as familiar as medical doctors, those paragons of trust and care in society, doing diabolical experiments on human beings, supposedly to gain knowledge and advance science.

I'm not sure how my 20 year old daughter is supposed to 'tackle' the Auschwitz question, let alone grasp, in any meaningful way, that the stuff she's been reading about, actually happened. And isn't that the paradox of Auschwitz? It knocked 'evil' from its pedestal, and made it almost too familar to believe. 

Beginning last summer, I've been reading a wonderful weekly series of short essays by Emil Sher in his role as the Jewish Public Library's Writer In Residence. Each essay takes the form of a letter Sher is writing to his two daughters, inspired by the teachings of the great rabbi Abraham Joshua Heschel. This week he is responding to the quote, "Daily we should take account and ask: What have I done today to alleviate the anguish, to mitigate the evil, to prevent humiliation?" I am reminded that evil is as ordinary as the weather, and accumulates like winter snowfall. All that matters is deciding when it's time to get out the shovel.     

700 words, and the surface has barely been scratched (shovelled). They are calling for 7cms this Sunday. 

Tuesday, December 3, 2024

Positionality

I learned something yesterday. I learned that I'm grateful that I graduated from university in 1986 - not including my year in Geneva for post-graduate studies, which was more important to me as a personal experience than as an academic one. I also learned a new word: positionality. I'm pretty sure that word did not exist 38 years ago, or if it did, it was rarely mentioned. And it has nothing to do with sex.

This new word (to me) "positionality" was used by a Teaching Assistant (TA) marking my daughter's assignment for a first year university course on the Holocaust. In brief, my daughter was given 700-800 words (roughly two to three pages) to review a three-page excerpt from an essay by a group of historians writing about the memoir of a Czech Holocaust survivor who emigrated to the US after the war. The memoir was published in the early 1970s, making it one of the first memoirs of its kind to be published. Until the late 1960s and early 1970s there was little appetite for discussing the Holocaust, and virtually no readership for the writings of survivors, either in the general public, or in the academic community. The notion of a Holocaust memoir - a familiar literary genre today - did not exist to that point in time. 

The tide started to turn with the widely publicized Eichmann trial in 1961. By that time, the generation of Holocaust survivors, fifteen years after the end of the war, had had enough time to re-start their lives, and to begin reflecting on their experiences. The televised Eichmann trial demonstrated that the major perpetrators were still being brought to justice and held to account for their crimes, and that successful prosecution required the testimony and eye-witness accounts of survivors. There was also the sense, among the many survivors who had the courage and fortitude to build new lives, that recounting their wartime experiences could serve as a warning for future generations. In the 1960s, the first courses in 'Holocaust Studies' started being offered, and not just as an adjunct to other fields of study such as history, political science or sociology, but as their own area of study. This generated in academia a demand for primary source publication. A wider public interest in Holocaust memoirs developed, especially with the airing of the 4-part television mini-series called "Holocaust" in 1978 in the US.

The assignment given my daughter was to 'analyze' a three-page excerpt of an academic review of an early memoir of a survivor of the Thereisenstadt ghetto who was later deported to Auschwitz and eventually emigrated to New York to re-build her life. It's a truly courageous story, significant for the mere fact that it was one of the earliest memoirs, but also because it provides critical information to academics interested in establishing factuality of this tragic historical event, and to give future generations a detailed sense of what the horrible conditions were actually like.

My daughter made these points in her allottted 800 words. The TA grading her essay commented that although good, the essay did not adequately provide the author's 'positionality' with regards to Czechoslovakian Jews, situating her experience before the war and her later experiences as an emigre to the US. Remember, the assignment was not asking her to read the memoir, nor did it ask her do additional research on, for example, what life was like for the Jewish community in Czechoslovakia before the war, or even how Thereisenstadt was established and the purpose it served for the Nazis etc. All interesting subjects to be sure. And the excerpts she read provided no reflection of the author (except as a cautionary tale for future generations) about why she decided to publish her experiences. Anything said about that would be pure speculation. I immediately understood that the TA wasn't clear on her own assignment, or just expected more than was reasonable from the parameters provided.  

But it was the use of that word 'positionality' that really set me off. Group Speak, I thought, made-up jargon - academics love making up lingo. I looked it up, and the term exists. According to Wikipedia:

"A positionality statement, also called reflexivity statement or identity statement, is a statement wherein a person (such as a researcher or teacher) reports and discusses their group identities, such as in a grant proposal or journal submission. They have become commonplace in certain fields of social science, especially within the United States. Positionality statements focus on an "author's racial, gender, class, or other self-identifications, experiences, and privileges", based on the idea that the author's identity can, intentionally or not, influence the results of their research."

Ah, so 'positionality' is a byword for 'privilege'. Fuck her and her damn Marxism, was my first response to the TA's comment. 

My second response was, does it actually matter to anyone, least of all the author of a Holocaust memoir, what her 'positionality' is - except of course that she was a Jew born in Europe at possibly the worst time in history to be that? As for the historian's 'positionality' who analyzes a Holocaust memoir, are we supposed to make something significant of that? Is determining 'positionality' supposed to teach us anything about a memoir? Have academics lost their minds? The TA was explicit that my daughter had (unfortunately) treated the assignment as a 'literary' exercise. She apparently did not do enough to pick at the scant textual bones she was offered using ill-conceived academic tools to drain the marrow out of them. My daughter's reaction was frustration, because this is the TA who will be grading her final exam, and fear. 

I certainly get the fear.