Category Archives: Politics

State of Enlightenment

On April 3, I got a text message as I was driving to work. I dug my phone out of my pocket and was surprised to see that it was a message from James.

I read the message:


2009-05-01

Wow! I thought. It is pretty darn cool to live in a state that recognizes equal rights for all people.

A couple weeks later I got an exciting email from James.

James is engaged and will be getting married next fall. Very exciting news! I look forward to the wedding.

Congratulations to James and Jesse!

Better than Work

I took Wednesday off to go down to Tom Harkin’s office with Jesse to meet with one of Tom Harkin’s assistants to discuss the situation in Uganda.

If you are not familiar with what is going on in Uganda, I would suggest you check out a video put together by a group called Invisible Children.

I posted it in a blog a long time ago:


Invisible Children Video

The meeting went well, but it was to be expected. Who is going to come out and support child soldiers?

On our way to the meeting, we walked by an advertisement. I don’t think that there is anything in the world that could have encapsulated what is wrong with our country more.


Tom Harkin Office Visit
Ugly America

When the meeting started, Tom Harkin’s assistant presented us with a letter showing both his support for ending the civil war in Uganda and his (staff’s) ability to use Wikipedia.



To see the letter in full size, click the link below:


Tom Harkin Letter


Tom Harkin Office Visit
Jesse in front of the Federal Building

After the meeting, we met up with Sara and hit both Ted’s Coney Island and Snookie’s.


Tom Harkin Office Visit

Tom Harkin Office Visit

Tom Harkin Office Visit

It was truly a great impromptu lunch. Including when Sara called nursing homes: “Purgatory with crafts.”

Arizona Day 4

Jesse and I woke up in Coolidge, Arizona and made our way to a local diner for breakfast. This place was certainly McCain Country.

We sat at the breakfast counter and listened to a couple locals complain about the governor for “being nice” to Obama. They agreed that the governor was not going to be re-elected and what made her near criminal offense even more difficult to fathom – “And she’s even a Republican!”

As I sat down at the breakfast counter I noticed that staring back at us was an NRA poster. Next to the NRA poster was a poster of John Wayne in front of an American flag with the line:

“Tell me again, why the hell do I have to dial “1” for English.”

Although I wasn’t going to order a side dish of prejudice with a sprinkling of racism with my breakfast, I got it any way.

Next to the poster of John Wayne was a poster for a fundraiser that was related to Easter. The fundraiser was a raffle. The winner of the raffle won a Glock 9mm.

I guess that makes sense, if you recall John 23:

“Why do you look for the living among the dead? He is not here; he has risen! Remember how he told you, while he was still in Galilee: The Son of Man must be delivered into the hands of sinful men, be crucified and on the third day be raised again, packing heat, perhaps a Glock 9mm.”

There was also some terrible artwork for sale in this joint.


Arizona Day 4
I don’t know what is more confusing. The lighthouse, the clock or the reference to the comic stylings of Larry the Cable Guy.

Arizona Day 4
Tag’s Cafe

Arizona Day 4
Tag’s Cafe

Arizona Day 4
Tag’s Cafe

Arizona Day 4
The owners of this establishment did not like me taking pictures of their building.

Arizona Day 4
It is probably for the best that this game has been lost to the ages. It would be just one more game that I would dominate.

Arizona Day 4
Did you get a picture of a cactus?

Arizona Day 4
Did you get a black and white picture of a cactus? Okay, nobody asked that question.

Arizona Day 4
Cliche picture of a guy next to a tall cactus.

Arizona Day 4
Hohokam ruins.

Arizona Day 4
Jesse getting his learn on.

Arizona Day 4
The Big House, not the one in Ann Arbor.

Arizona Day 4
More mud ruins.

Arizona Day 4
More ruins.

Arizona Day 4
Jesse all tuckered out from a big day of looking at Hohokam ruins.

It should be noted that despite having a culture that runs contrary to my value system, Tag’s Cafe was easily the best meal I had my entire time in Arizona. Sorry Del Taco.

Arizona Day 3 – Part B

After we Del Taco, we returned to the park with the small mountain.


Arizona Day 3
A hole in the roof of the mini-mountain.

Arizona Day 3
Eric looking down on all that he rules after he ascended the peak of the mini-mountain.

Arizona Day 3
More Eric.

Arizona Day 3
The view from the mini-mountain.

Arizona Day 3
Lowell and Jesse

Arizona Day 3
Mini-mountain

Arizona Day 3
Lowell, Eric and Jesse

Arizona Day 3
Eric descending the mini-mountain.

Arizona Day 3
Another view.

Arizona Day 3
Eric on the mini-mountaintop.

Arizona Day 3
The not so rugged group photo by a parking lot.

Arizona Day 3
Look, we could be out in the middle of the wilderness!

Arizona Day 3
Yet another view.

Arizona Day 3
Air Force One

Arizona Day 3
The tomb of some guy who was such a big jerk, he wouldn’t let anybody else be governor of Arizona.

That evening we dropped Eric and Lowell back off at the resort and made the arduous journey out to Coolidge, Arizona. McCain Country.

Happy Birthday and or Election Day

Happy Birthday to Elainie!


Little League - 2008

Of course today is also Election Day. I’m not the type that tells people how to think or vote politically. I think everybody knows who I’m supporting.


Obama at Mike O'Brien's House

Obama at Mike O'Brien's House

However, I’ve never felt it necessary to try and convince people to think like me. I trust that everybody does their own research and comes to the conclusion that best fits their personal value structure.

Now I have to admit that my faith in humanity has not been rewarded very often. It seems to me that most people that I know that study politics seem to engage in optional stopping. They study the issue enough to find enough information to support their side of the issue or to figure out ways to trash the opposition, but don’t actually do any real studying to understand both sides of the issue.

I’m sometimes considered an elitist, because there is literally only a handful of people that I’m willing to talk politics too. I’m pretty sure everybody who is on that shortlist knows who they are so I don’t need to call them out. They are people that I respect because I believe that they can think logically rather than ideologically.

I think that this is a very exciting time to be following politics. I’ve cited this fact to a couple of different people and none of them have been very impressed by it, but I think it is incredible. It absolutely blows my mind. (I’m not citing this as a reason to vote for the man, just as an illustration of how far we have come in this country.)

Do you realize that an person that was born from a mixed racial family has the chance to carry Virginia in a Presidential Election? Think about this: at the time that Barack Obama was born, his parents were breaking the law in Virginia.

Those of you that get the Photography 139 calendar and put it up on your wall rather than just shoving it in a desk drawer may have noticed that I always put Loving Day on the calendar.

Many of you may have noticed June 12th was Loving Day, but just thought it was some bogus holiday made up by the greeting card industry to get guys to buy more flowers and chocolates for their ladies.

But is Loving Day about love?

It is in fact about love, but the name comes from a Supreme Court Case and the name of the Plaintiff just happened to be Loving. In 1967, in the case of Loving v. Virginia the Supreme Court made a ruling that legalized interracial marriage in the United States.

In 1958 Mildred Loving and Richard Loving were married in the District of Columbia. They left Virginia to get married because interracial marriage was illegal in Virginia due to the Racial Integrity Act. Upon their return to Virginia, the Lovings were arrested (the story is a little more lascivious than that) and sentenced to one year in prison.

The sentence was suspended on the condition that the Lovings move out of the state of Virginia. They did so, but their case made it to the Supreme Court.

In 1967 the Supreme Court overturned their convictions in a unanimous decision.

Marriage is one of the “basic civil rights of man,” fundamental to our very existence and survival…. To deny this fundamental freedom on so unsupportable a basis as the racial classifications embodied in these statutes, classifications so directly subversive of the principle of equality at the heart of the Fourteenth Amendment, is surely to deprive all the State’s citizens of liberty without due process of law. The Fourteenth Amendment requires that the freedom of choice to marry not be restricted by invidious racial discrimination. Under our Constitution, the freedom to marry, or not marry, a person of another race resides with the individual and cannot be infringed by the State.

It boggles my mind that within his own lifetime Virginia can have changed so much as to actually maybe consider voting for a man of mixed race.

This is not to say that this country has come all the way on racial matters. It hasn’t. Not by a long shot. Not to mention that we have propositions on state ballots in this very election that are based entirely on prejudice (albeit not racial prejudice) such as Proposition 8 in California.

It just makes me hopeful for the country that we can become. Best country in the world? No question. Best country in history? Without a doubt. But there is still work to be done and I hope that Proposition 8 gets defeated in California and we take another step forward as a country.

Like I said, this is a great time to be following politics.

Remember what the great George Bernard Shaw said:

Democracy substitutes election by the incompetent many for appointment by the corrupt few.

I hope everybody goes out an exercises their right to be one of the incompetent many. No matter how you are casting your ballot.

House Search

On Wednesday I looked at about 10 houses. I kind of liked 1 house, so I might have a bit of direction as to what kind of house I want.

Here are some pictures.


The Great House Hunt

The Great House Hunt
I think I want to build something like this at some point.

The Great House Hunt
This house had a fireplace and built in glass cases, but kitchen floor and all of the electrical would have needed to be replaced.

The Great House Hunt
The tub too. You can’t really tell from the picture, but this is the smallest tub I’ve ever seen.

The Great House Hunt
This was listed as a “full” basement.

The Great House Hunt
Beautiful wraparound porch destroyed by turning part of it into a 3 seasons room.

The Great House Hunt
Not even in the top ten of the scariest stairs I descended on this day.

The Great House Hunt
I might be too impressed by built in cabinets.

The Great House Hunt
This was the kitchen in the house I kind of liked. I actually was surprised how much I like the window over the sink.

The Great House Hunt
I’m not even going to comment.

The Great House Hunt
I kind of liked the kitchen in this house. But there was no electricity upstairs and all 3 bedrooms were upstairs. Actually the kitchen was the only thing to like about this house.

The Great House Hunt
No electricity upstairs, but a brand new 3 car garage???

It was definitely an educational experience.

There was a weird experience where we looked around the house while the current occupants were still there.

Maybe I’ve lived in a cave, but I was shocked by how many houses only had access to the basement from outside. I didn’t even realize that there were still houses like that.

On a small unrelated note, I did gain some insight into the “idiot” sign at the suffrage march.

The term idiot is in the Iowa Constitution.

Article II, Section 5:

No idiot, or insane person, or person convicted of any infamous crime, shall be entitled to the privilege of an elector.

I would write more, but I want it to be a surprise when you get in the voting booth on Tuesday. If you are voting in Iowa.

Suffrage March

Here are some pictures from the suffrage march on Saturday.


Women's Suffrage March Re-enactment

Women's Suffrage March Re-enactment

Women's Suffrage March Re-enactment

Women's Suffrage March Re-enactment

Women's Suffrage March Re-enactment

Women's Suffrage March Re-enactment

Women's Suffrage March Re-enactment

Women's Suffrage March Re-enactment

Women's Suffrage March Re-enactment

Women's Suffrage March Re-enactment

Women's Suffrage March Re-enactment

Women's Suffrage March Re-enactment

Women's Suffrage March Re-enactment

Women's Suffrage March Re-enactment

My favorite sign is from the march is the sign about “Idiots” having the right to vote, but not women.

For some reason that sign reminds me of Buck vs. Bell. The 1927 Supreme Court where The Supreme Court concluded it was okay for the state to sterilize a woman because her mother and her daughter were “feeble-minded” and “promiscuous”.*

Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr. wrote the following in his decision:

We have seen more than once that the public welfare may call upon the best citizens for their lives. It would be strange if it could not call upon those who already sap the strength of the State for these lesser sacrifices, often not felt to be such by those concerned, in order to prevent our being swamped with incompetence. It is better for all the world, if instead of waiting to execute degenerate offspring for crime, or to let them starve for their imbecility, society can prevent those who are manifestly unfit from continuing their kind. The principle that sustains compulsory vaccination is broad enough to cover cutting the Fallopian tubes.

Three generations of imbeciles are enough.

I wonder if the idiots on the sign were related to the imbeciles in the Supreme Court decision.

*Every time I discuss this case, I have to confirm to at least one person that this really happened in this country. Yes! This really happened in this country. Just more than 80 years ago.

Boone and Women’s Voting History

If you are looking for something interesting to do in Boone this weekend, check out this article from the Des Moines Register. It is about a historical re-enactment of the only Suffrage March to occur in Iowa. It occurred in Boone almost 100 years ago.

It is interesting to think that this kind of history was made in a town like Boone. It is interesting to think that only 100 years ago women weren’t allowed to vote.

Boone Lead the Way

If you haven’t heard of this milestone event in women’s rights, you’re not alone.

Suzanne Caswell, who helped organize the re-enactment as a way to celebrate the parade’s 100th anniversary, says for the most part Boone’s marching suffragists have vanished from public consciousness.

Caswell hopes the re-enactment – which will include the dedication of a memorial – changes that.

“I think people need to realize that a small town was able to be in the vanguard of an important movement in American history,” she said.

The gathering

It was just before lunch hour on a windy October day in 1908 when the women gathered in front of the Universalist Church in downtown Boone.

Some were eager; others, afraid.

All were growing impatient with a struggle that showed no sign of ending, especially their leader, the Rev. Eleanor Gordon, a “relief minister” at First Unitarian Church in Des Moines and president of the Iowa Equal Suffrage Association.

“Perhaps the dreariest of all the dreary meetings of the summer were the monthly meetings of the Des Moines Political Equality Club,” Gordon recalled later in a first-person account compiled by the Iowa Suffrage Memorial Commission. “We listened to an earnest paper written by an earnest woman, read in an earnest manner, giving good and sufficient reasons why women were entitled to vote. … As I walked slowly home over the hot and dusty pavement, I said to myself, ‘Something must be done and done quickly or we shall learn to hate the whole business.’ ”

Less aggressive mood

Gordon was in the mood for more aggressive action, similar to the stories she was hearing from England, where a group of suffragists had led a march through the rain and mud that drew 3,000 participants.

Although Gordon didn’t want to take things quite as far as some of the more militant English leaders, who were waging hunger strikes from their jail cells, she thought it was time to take the movement to the masses.

With Iowa suffragists’ annual convention coming up in late October in Boone, Gordon enlisted the help of Rowena Edson Stevens, president of the Boone Equality Club, in planning a parade for the convention’s last day on Oct. 29.

The only thing not in the women’s control was the blustering wind that October day, which whipped dust into the faces of the marching women – some accounts say there were 30, others 100 – as they followed the band down Seventh Street, the hems of their long skirts brushing the dirt roads.

Accompanied by a few high-profile guests, including the Rev. Dr. Anna Howard Shaw, president of the National American Woman Suffrage Association, they carried banners that read “We have knocked on Iowa’s door for 37 years, is it not time it opened” and “Like the daughters of Zelophehad, we ask for our inheritance.”

Many of the marchers were the wives of leading community professionals and Caswell, who has a doctorate in history and has done extensive research on the parade, said accounts written at the time clearly show they were worried about the possible ramifications of their involvement.

What if the townspeople disapproved and stopped going to their husbands’ businesses?

What if their daring cost their husbands their jobs?

“It took a lot of courage to do this,” Caswell said.

The women needn’t have worried. By all accounts, the town of Boone gave them a warm welcome. A large crowd quickly formed, politely cheering the speakers rather than jeering them, as had happened other places.

News of the event made the New York Times (which erroneously reported 600 participants) and the Boston Daily Globe.

First of its kind?

Some historians — mostly Iowans — maintain the Boone event was the first official suffrage parade in the nation but Caswell says you have to define the word “parade” pretty narrowly for that to be true. Female suffragists had marched through the streets that same year in New York City and Oakland, Calif., she said, although without bands or speeches.

After Boone, parades and open-air meetings became staples of the suffrage movement across America. Among the Iowa women who led the way, there was a strong feeling of satisfaction, as if they’d struck a powerful enemy a mortal blow.

One successful parade, though, didn’t change the law.

In the 1923 book “Women Suffrage and Politics,” authors Carrie Chapman Catt and Nettie Rogers Shuler recounted how every two years, a contingent of women would go before the Iowa Legislature to ask for suffrage only to be steamrolled by liquor lobbyists who feared – correctly, as it turned out – that a prohibition on liquor sales would follow if women earned the right to vote.

It wasn’t until the ratification of the 19th Amendment in 1919, 50 years after Iowa suffragists first took up the fight, that they finally were able to celebrate victory. Some of those who marched in Boone that October day, like Mary Jane Coggeshall, a charter member of the Polk County Woman Suffrage Society, died before they were able to cast a ballot.

Larger than original

Barring bad weather, Sunday’s re-enactment is likely to be larger than the original event.

Caswell expects more than 100 marchers, among them members of the First Unitarian Church, the League of Women Voters, and 20 to 30 descendants of Rowena Edson Stevens.

Parade participants are asked to wear period clothing and some marchers will carry 26-star flags. In one departure from history, though, Caswell said, men and children are welcome to march.

Several female marchers will have speaking parts, including Marcheta Munoz of Findlay, Ohio, who had her hair permed and dyed brown to portray Stevens, her great-grandmother.

Munoz said what she knows about her great-grandmother came from Stevens’ daughter, who lived with Munoz’s family after she was widowed.

“Voting was not something we were allowed to choose in our house,” she said. “My grandmother insisted we were going to vote.”

Would follow footsteps

At 57, Munoz is only a year older than her great-grandmother was in 1908 but describes herself as a humanist rather than a feminist. Still, if she’d been alive in 1908, she thinks she would have marched too.

“I don’t think I would have been the first one in line – I’m not a naturally brave person like that – but it would have been important for me to live in a country where the government is responsible to the people and doesn’t exist just for the benefit of the few people at the top,” she said.

Boone High School friends Hanna McCubbin and Marjie Tometich are earning extra credit from their history teacher for playing the roles of two British college students at Bryn Mawr in Philadelphia who participated in the first march.

“Even today, I don’t think a lot of us would have the courage to do that,” McCubbin said. “It’s kind of why I like being involved in this now. I wasn’t alive back then but I feel I can carry on the memory by participating now.”

Accent possible

McCubbin, 16, who was born in Russia and has lived in Fort Dodge for about 10 years, said she and Tometich are even giving speeches, adding that she hasn’t decided yet whether to attempt an English accent.

“I can kind of do one,” she said. “I think I’m going to practice to see how it sounds. If it sounds horrible, I’m not going to use it, but I’d like to because it gives it more that real feel.”

Etta Berkowitz, a member of First Unitarian Church and a familiar face in Des Moines theater, plans to wear a long skirt, white blouse with tucks and frills, a velvet jacket, and a Edwardian-style hat with a big white ostrich plume to portray Anna Howard Shaw.

At the original event, Shaw stood on an open-air car seat and made a speech, so Berkowitz will do the same, quoting Shaw.

Berkowitz, 63, said she doesn’t agree with Shaw on everything, including her assertion that women are innately morally superior to men. She admires Shaw’s dedication to improving the lives of women, though, and doubts if Shaw were alive today, she would consider the battle completely won.

“Women have the right to vote in this country now but there are still basic issues of justice and equality where we do not really live up to the ideals that our country should represent,” Berkowitz said. “I was in a conversation with someone the other day who said, ‘I’m not going to vote, it doesn’t make any difference.’ I think it’s worth remembering how much of a struggle it has been for some people to have a voice.”

For More Info, you can also visit the website:


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I’m definitely going to check it out.

1928

On Saturday night we celebrated Doris’ 80th birthday with a birthday dinner. Not to be mistaken with a birthday party.

It was a good time and it was the first time I had seen Janice and Mary Beth in quite some time.

Janice gave me this cool sticker:


Wildlife Against Palin

I just need to find a good home for it.

Estranged

A couple more pictures that were not selected.


Boone & Scenic Valley Railroad

I took this picture last year when Jay went on his first ever trip on the Boone & Scenic Valley Railroad. I threw this particular picture into the mix to see if anybody would consider selecting this picture because of the nature of the photo contest.

Nobody took the bait. That is good, because it would have been pandering on the scale of a John McCain VP nominee.



I took this picture at Jester Park. Jay was impressed by this picture and I gave it to him as a birthday present. I think of this picture as being melancholy at first glance, but as being hopeful the longer it is gazed upon.

I named this picture based on an Emily Dickinson poem.

Hope

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune–without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.