Congress, AIG, Bonuses and Mob Rule

I can't stand this.  As usual, and I covered politics most of my life and still write about it, our cheesy Congress, instead of being moral and sane leaders, are going off in vicious, reflexive and pandering responses to the AIG bonus mess.  If you saw today's papers you know that AIG employees, even those with NO relationship to the unit that lost all the money, are being harassed in their offices and driveways.  Kids run into crowds when they go home from school.  Listen to this from the New York Times:

The A.I.G.
executive who was nicknamed “Jackpot Jimmy” by a New York tabloid
walked up the driveway toward his bay-windowed house in Fairfield,
Conn., on Thursday afternoon. "How do I feel?” said the executive,
James Haas, repeating the question he had just been asked. “I feel
horrible. This has been a complete invasion of privacy."

Mr. Haas walked on, his pink
shirt a burst of color on a slate-gray afternoon. The words came
haltingly. "You have to understand,” he said, “there are kids involved, there have been death threats. …" His voice trailed off. It looked as if he was fighting back tears.

"I didn’t have anything to do with those credit problems,” said Mr. Haas, 47. “I told Mr. Liddy” — Edward M. Liddy, the chief executive of A.I.G., the insurance giant — “I would rescind my retention contract.”

He ended the conversation with a request: “Leave my neighbors alone.”

Too
late. Jean Wieson, who has lived down the block for 24 years, had
stopped her car in front of Mr. Haas’s house before he arrived home.
She was angry about the millions of dollars in bonuses paid to its
executives, the credit-default swaps that brought American International Group
to its knees, the $170 billion the federal government has spent to prop
it up. "It makes me absolutely sick," she said. "It’s despicable. It’s
disgusting what these people have done. They should be forced to give
every cent back."

Those bonuses in years past helped make A.I.G.
executives into prominent local citizens. They own big houses like Mr.
Haas’s, with its three chimneys and its views of Southport Harbor and
Long Island Sound in the distance. Some are well-known contributors to
arts groups and private schools in Connecticut communities not far from
the office park in Wilton that is the workplace of many of the
employees in A.I.G.’s Financial Products division, which is at the
center of the storm over bonus payments.

Now these executives are
toxic, and those communities are rattled and divided. Private security
guards have been stationed outside their houses, and sometimes the
local police drive by. A.I.G. employees at the company’s office tower
in Lower Manhattan were told to avoid leaving the building while a
demonstration was going on outside. The memo also advised them to avoid
displaying company-issued ID cards when they left the office and to
abandon tote bags or other items with the A.I.G. logo.

One A.I.G.
executive, who spoke on the condition of anonymity because he feared
the consequences of identifying himself, said many workers felt
demonized and betrayed. “It is as bad if not worse than McCarthyism,”
he said. Everyone has sacrificed the employees of A.I.G.’s financial
products division, he said, “for their own political agenda.”

The
public’s anger, he said, “is coming from bad facts as a result of
someone else’s agenda — or just bad facts period.” Instead, he said,
the so-called bonuses were in fact just payments that had been promised
long ago to workers, including technical and administrative assistants.

A.I.G. employees are not the only ones seeking protection: An executive at Merrill Lynch,
where bonuses have also come under fire, said that some employees had
asked whether the firm would cover the cost of private security for
them.

We all know how much more there is to this thing. We all know that bonuses are a tiny part of the money spent and that only a tiny part of those working on Wall Street even got them. Instead of reminding people of that and preventing the frenzy that will affect both bonus recipients and the future of the country, as politicians slam dumb laws into being to satisfy instead of lead their constituents, they should be showing some guts and discernment. They haven't so far though, so I guess we just have to ride it out and hope that their pandering to their voters doesn't take us all farther over the edge than we already are.

LIVE-BLOGGING OBAMA’S CANTON SPEECH – ABRAHAM LINCOLN AND OUR BETTER ANGELS.

I just spent an hour+ live blogging the Obama "closing argument" speech hosted by the very smart Writes Like She Talks blogger Jill Miller Zimon.  The speech was great – I’ve placed some of  it here for you in case you missed it – and very inspiring.  It’s also interesting what one chooses to write as the speech moves on.  I surprised myself – both at the idealism I can still summon after having lived through John Kennedy and the 60s — and at the ideas that still make my heart stand up.  It is so exciting to hear them couched in terms of one America, coming together to find solutions, listening to "our better angels" as Abraham Lincoln called them in his first inaugural address.  Here’s how Lincoln closed that address – does it sound familiar?

I am loath to close. We are not enemies, but friends. We must not
be enemies. Though passion may have strained it must not break our
bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every
battlefield and patriot grave to every living heart and hearthstone all
over this broad land, will yet swell the chorus of the Union, when
again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our
nature.

It is this sense of bringing together that transcends even the policies and changes pledged by Senator Obama.  I fear that if America doesn’t find a way to come together now, we will spin apart for good.  If we don’t find a way to show a unified, committed and moral face to the rest of the world, all that we have stood for will dissolve – as it has already begun to do.
For years I have been haunted by this poem — by Percy Bysshe Shelley , that I feared prophesied our fate.  It is what I was afraid I saw happening and it is what I honestly believe we have but one more chance to face down.  Listen:

Ozymandius  by: Percy Bysshe Shelley

(1817)

I met a traveler from an antique land

Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone

Stand in the desert… Near them, on the sand,

Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,

And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,

Tell that its sculptor well those passions read

Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,

The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed;

And on the pedestal these words appear:

My name is Ozymandius, King of Kings,

Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!

Nothing beside remains. Round the decay

The lone and level sands stretch far away
.

Do you ever worry that all we have become could be lost?  That our arrogance, or laziness, or the cravenness of some of our leaders (and some of us) will devour all the idealism that helped to build what we are?  These fears have stayed with me.   I know that this country is like none other.  Joe Klein once said "Judge a country with the open door standard.  When you open the door, do people try to get in or try to get out?"  By those standards, our greatness remains.   

But we need to return to that American sense of possibility – of duty and commitment, that brought us this far, that got the Greatest Generation through the Depression and World War II, that informed the marchers in Selma and Montgomery, the Peace Corps and Vista volunteers, the Teach for America teachers, the anti-war movement; that motivated the philanthropy of many of great wealth – including many of the tech billionaires emerging from our most recent explosion of American ingenuity  — and that motivated those  who joined the military to help protect us all.  That is the American that Obama speaks to and the America the world so admires.  I hope we receive the opportunity to recapture and enhance that part of ourselves.  I fear this election may be our last chance.

SOUNDTRACKS AND SIGHTS

This will record my walks through Rock Creek Park in Northwest DC and, I hope, record the view from a bridge where I always stop.  I’m hoping to teach myself to notice the changes as the seasons change so I’ve chosen to record them, and the music that keeps me company, here.  Forgive the formatting – I need to figure it out and can’t right now.

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This is the bridge from which I take these photos. 

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Sunday September 18  More High Energy music but look at this second photo – in  a yard near Rock Creek Park.

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Friday and Saturday lost to work and Shabbat respectively

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Thursday September 25  Stuck on that High Energy playlist-  today there was Tom Petty and The Police and Great Big Sea and Bruce (but half my iPod is Bruce so it’s inevitable…

Wednesday September 24 – no walk.

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Tuesday September 23   High Energy (gym) playlist: lots of Great Big Sea, Bruce, even The Police.

Rock_creek_922 Monday September 22 Bruce on the way to the park and holiday music CD on the way back.

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Sunday September 21.  Seeger Sessions.  Just great walking music.

Friday and Saturday the 19th and 20th were lost days – no walk, sadly.

Rock_creek_918 Thursday September 18 – MoveOn Vote for Change — I think this will show up frequently between now and election day.  That People Have the Power – and I Am a Patriot (the Rivers Open for the Righteous) just do it for me right now.

Rock_creek_917_2 Wednesday September 17 – Favorites Play list — ended up being lots of Bruce.  No surprise there.  Can you see that the Creek is getting lower?

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Tuesday September 16 – More Dylan — Bob Weir sings When I Paint My Masterpiece and more.

 

 

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Monday September 15 – Bob Dylan’s 30th Anniversary Tribute Concert – one of the great gatherings.  Dylan, Neil Young, even Chrissie Hynde – winds up with an out-of-sight Knock Knock Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door.

Can you see how the water has receded since Hannah?

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Sunday September 14  I have a playlist called "Folky Great" that includes everything from Pete Seeger to the Clancy Brothers to the Grateful Dead.

Saturday September 13 was Shabbat, so no walk and no camera.

Rock_creek_912_2Friday September 12 – our 37th anniversary (!!)  It was definitely a Bruce day and my iPod playlist lived up to expectations.

 

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Thursday September 11 – a sad anniversary but I again chose my iPod High Energy playlist 

 

 

September 10  Breakfast meeting – no walk   

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Tuesday September 9  The Dixie Chicks Live 

I’d never paid much attention to them until the appeared on the MoveOn tour; then I saw Shut Up and Sing and went out and bought this CD in solidarity.  Love them!


Rock_creek_908_after_hannah_2 Monday September 8   High Energy iPod Playlist — Bruce, REM, Stones etc.





Rock_creek_907_after_hannah_3_from_ Sunday September 7  Great Big Sea: Road Rage

I got to know this wonderful Canadian group through my son, who brought me this CD.  I’ve written about them before; they’re great company on a walk.  As you can see, Rock Creek rose over the weekend, thanks to Hurricane Hannah.


Rock_creek_park_2_90508Thursday and Friday September 4-5  People Have the Power, MoveOn Vote for Change Concert

An amazing concert and a treasured memory, this was the last
performance in the 2004 Vote for Change tour.  It wasn’t enough to beat
Bush but it was a hell of a concert.  My favorite song is at the bottom of this post.

 

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Wednesday September 3   The Seeger Sessions, Bruce Springsteen

Bruce and old folk songs Pete used to sing.  A joy to hear, and to walk with.

BLOGHER OPENS

Blog1the_3Here they are – the Founding Three.  These are bad pix because I used my phone; camera cable’s too much trouble.  There are 1,000 women here – the energy is palpable.  It’s quite a thing to see because I attended in 2006 when there were around 500, 2007 when there were 800 — now there are 1,000.  Doubled in three years.  Pretty cool.

The hugeness is more palpable this year; you can’t do it all and some choices are bound to be wrong.  I was in what was clearly going to be a great session and left to attend something else I had to go to; hard thing to do.   No matter where you go in something this rich and dense, you’re going to miss something else.

It is thrilling though, to hear all these smart women say such great things – all in the same building  I’m surprised that the hotel hasn’t levitated yet.  More when I feel more organized.

IT’S KIND OF EMBARASSING TO MOVE FROM PETE SEEGER TO PROPERTY VIOLATION BUT SOME ##!!@#$%% BROKE INTO MY CAR!

Wide_frontSo last night I came home and parked my car and went to bed.  That’s all.  At 8:30 this morning my doorbell rang, and outside was our lovely next-door neighbor.  I thought she had gotten some of our mail ( this often happens).  Silly me.  She’d come to tell me that as she walked the dog, she noticed there was NO GLASS in the passenger window of my car.  Just shards.

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This is what I found when I came outside to look.  Of course that’s not the worst of it.  Missing:
One 20 G iPod vintage 2004 (loved it’s vintage-ness)
One iPod car charger
One iPod radio cable
One iPod Firewire and cable
One BRAND NEW Garmin GPS and its suction cup thingyWider_on_seat

NOT MISSING:
My valet key
All the quarters for parking meters
A Trader Joe’s reusable shopping bag
A fancy purse I bought in Berlin that needs to be repaired

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The insurance people were just lovely (of course the deductible means they probably don’t owe us much; it’s going to be a debate about the value of what is now a vintage iPod v an obsolete iPod.)  But they helped right away and found a glass company that comes to the house and can come today so I have the car for a big appointment tomorrow and all business is done by Shabbat. 

The police came fairly quickly too.  And took all the information and called "crime scene" to come and look.  They took some photos but basically said there wasn’t much they could do.  Which was what I expected.

SO.  It could have been much worse.  BUT I’M SO PISSED!  Of course primarily that I’m so stupid.  I took the GPS off the little holder and put it in the glove compartment but the police tell me that THIEVES LOOK ON THE WINDSHIELD FOR THE CIRCLE FROM THE SUCTION CUP!!! It doesn’t matter if you take the machine with you; they’re liable to break in anyway in the hope that you didn’t.  IT’S A BUSINESS

And leaving the damn iPod in the car.  How stupid can I be?  But this is a sweet little neighborhood, diverse, friendly and generous and with the highest voter turnout in all of DC.  It’s just so sad that no matter how hard a community works to be safe, a couple of lemons can screw the whole thing.  Apparently these dudes are breaking into cars all over the city. GPSs are big business.  Of course the people who buy stolen ones don’t feel like criminals – they leave that up to the guys who break into cars and do the stealing.  It’s like drugs I guess- if there were no market people wouldn’t offer the product.

Anyway this is not musical prose but I’m so angry; this is a good place to vent it.  Oh and if you have a GPS – take it ALL inside at night.  Every night.  Damn it.

HATS OFF (???) Part 2

Hats2_1  You thought we were finished with this, didn’t you?  Sorry.  Laura Shaw Frank (scholar of such magnitude and teacher of such openness) this weekend continued her lectures on the issue of modesty.  She made two points which greatly enhance this conversation — which follows from this earlier post.   

The first was that the term "modesty" which includes not only hair covering and clothing but also a gender-neutral moral, ethical and spiritual modesty, is meant to bring us closer to God.  So, although many of the most conservative Orthodox Jews set what appear (to me) to be unjust and unnecessary conditions, as we consider what’s modest and what isn’t, where, how and if to cover hair and why, we need to remember the overarching concept of a private relationship with a higher power, enhanced and empowered by a modest body AND spirit; as we consider how intense the rules should be – and indeed why they must exist at all — we need to do so in the context of the intent — male or female — of living modestly.

The second issue she raised was about something called "habituation."  "Habituation" is change in social climate – in habit, really.  Does the fact that so few women cover their hair make it no longer a form of "nakedness" to leave the hair uncovered?  I have to tell you – half of me boils over still at the idea that we even need to have this conversation. In fact, at the discussion, one of my friends asked why she had to listen to rules and Talmudic interpretations of how women should behave, proffered by men.  Frank cited valid, respected sources on both sides.  Some say that many of the most critical prayers may not be recited in the presence of a woman with uncovered hair; others say that "since most women go that way now, it has become like an exposed part of the body."  In other words, "It’s all around you so why would it harm your thoughts or seem like nakedness?  You must be inured to it by now."

The thing is – if modesty is also a key to internal connection to God, what is the point of defying the concept?  Why not find a way for men and women to pursue modesty as part of the pursuit of God?  What Laura Frank maintains is that as we decide how to apply these ideas we need to know the sources.  To struggle or condemn rules, as I am wont to do, only by applying current political standards without understanding of the deeper intention is not fair to those who interpret the rules or to oneself.   You need a historic and biblical context.

Beyond that – the biggest question:  IF WE DO ACCEPT THE CONCEPT OF HABITUATION – WHERE DO WE DRAW THE LINE????  You may remember my link to Cooper Munroe’s site – BEEN THERE, where she posted a New York Times piece called Middle School Girls Gone Wild.   It’s a troubling description of very suggestive dance performances by tween-aged girls.  No sensible person wants that for her child; it’s that end of the spectrum that underlines the question of "how far do we habituate?  How do we maintain the decorum we do seek?  Must the slippery slope govern everything?"

I realize that to non-Orthodox Jews this is probably a bizarre post but the idea behind it – living a life without showiness or improper behavior as each of us sees it — is not limited to our small community.  The fact that the TIMES story was one of the "most emailed" for some time proves that.

House_front_8_1 It’s the end of the year. Our first (at least half of it) in this house. We waited a long time to be able to live here – and still face difficulties. But, as the song says, it’s “A very, very, very fine house.” Both of our kids love it — although they’ll always come to visit and probably never live here. Sabbath dinners are lovely and comfortable. All around us, the vibe is good.

We moved here, walking distance from our synagogue, with trepidation as we came further and further into the new, observant lifestyle that has so transformed us. Last night we had dinner with friends of a similar age who moved into the community just last week. “I feel like a different person.” said one of them. Me too, I guess, but in my case it’s really that I feel more like the real self I always knew was in here someplace.

So, on this last day of the year – as we face continued earthly difficulties with our house and its predecessor (don’t ask) I sit, at dawn, sleepless, but thankful for this new opportunity – maybe privilege, that’s been granted to us. As we move to 2007, the 61st year I’ve lived on this earth, the 15th since I quit smoking, the 31st I’ve been a mother, 36th I’ve been a wife and 9th I’ve lived with both my parents gone, I ask – hope – pray for a good long time for Rick and me to follow this path together, for health, happiness and peace for the two of us, our magnificent sons and those they choose to love — and for the loving, generous and exemplary community that has helped set us on this remarkable journey.

SPIES, LIES AND THE MOVIES

Good_shepherd_1_damon In our usual Christmas Day tradition, we went to a movie today.  We chose The Good Shepherd — a sort of biopic of the CIA through the eyes of one Skull and Bones Yalie in the 30s who rose to head counter-intelligence there. Played by Matt Damon, he was a great character but the film itself was troubling.  There are plenty of beefs with the plot and the bare, stereotypical portrayal of the women but most interesting to me was its ambiguity.

Throughout the film, it’s clear that much of what’s happening is horribly distasteful and ugly.  Yet it’s equally clear that much of it has to be done, and that the people doing it are not ALL odious creatures.  Instead, we’re able to think seriously about these people and what it is that has shaped their lives.

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As one ugly incident after another arose, all I could think about was a courtroom scene in A Few Good Men when Tom Cruise’s character Lt. Daniel Kaffee questions Jack Nicholson’s memorable Col. Nathan R. Jessep
Col. Jessep: You want answers?
Kaffee: I think I’m entitled.
Col. Jessep: You want answers?
Kaffee: I want the truth.
Col. Jessep: You can’t handle the truth.
Son, we live in a world that has walls, and those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Whose gonna do it? You? You, Lt. Weinburg? I have a greater responsibility than you could possibly fathom. You weep for Santiago, and you curse the marines. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know. That Santiago’s death, while tragic, probably saved lives. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives. You don’t want the truth because deep down in places you don’t talk about at parties, you want me on that wall, you need me on that wall. We use words like honor, code, loyalty. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom that I provide, and then questions the manner in which I provide it. I would rather you just said thank you, and went on your way, Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon, and stand a post. Either way, I don’t give a damn what you think you are entitled to.

In other words, lots of ugly things are done in our names. Sometimes, like in Abu Ghraib, they’re wrong. Sometimes, like some of the events in this film, they’re necessary — and as Col. Jessep reminds us — most of us don’t want to talk about them at parties –OR to know about them at all.
As angry as we get – and as ashamed as current government activities may make us – this film has evoked in me a renewed awareness of those complicated moral issues that emerge along with complicated events. For that alone, it’s a movie I’d recommend.