Tuesday, November 14, 2023

BAD BLOOD

  One of the nice things about Saturday morning is listening to the National Public Radio. Scott Simon is the Saturday host and I like him a lot. He touches on the news but cuts away to special interest stories that nobody has time for during the week. But for the last few weeks those stories all seem to have roots in the war between Israel and Hamas. I am not an expert on that squabble but it has been brewing since long before Islam was hatched. Then, that chunk of the Mediterranean coastline was peopled by both Hebrews and by Gentiles (everybody else, not a Jew). They all ushered from the same gene pool. Abraham was the prototype Jew, who all Jews (I would think) consider their patriarch. We need a timeline here. Hebrews (Jews) trace back thousands of years to Abraham. At the time, if you compare him to modern day leaders he was likely a prototype tyrant too, like Saddam Hussein. From his loins (Abraham’s) rose the Hebrew nation, Israel. 
Jesus came along after that in the 1st century CE and Christianity was adopted as the official Roman religion roughly 400 years later. Some 200 years after Rome went Christian, Mohammed, a well healed, widely traveled camel jockey paid particular attention to how Jews and Christians went about their business and determined, there has to be a better way. He came up with the Quran to clarify, correct and update both the Jewish Torah and Christian Bible and voila! Islam!
Understand, Abraham’s wife (Sarah) was the mother of Jewish backstory long before either Christianity or Islam existed. She and Abraham’s offspring were the seeds for modern day Israel. But she had an Egyptian (Gentile) slave girl named Hagar who couldn’t very well tell Abraham (Not tonight!) when he crawled into bed with her. She bore him a son, Ishmael who was generally dismissed as an unauthorized dead end. It sets up the dichotomy of two competing heirs for the one blessing. Half brothers, Isaac and Ishmael; think Arnold Schwarzenegger and his unauthorized progeny with their Latina house keeper. All of this while Arnold was married to and had authorized children with Maria Shriver (a royal princess of the Kennedy dynasty). Arnold took responsibility and protected his half Latino hatchling but that child will never, ever eat at the same table with a Kennedy. Within Abraham’s gene pool the fact that Ishmael existed at all provoked bad blood, animosity and violence. Before Mohammed ever climbed up on a camel's back, Jews and their neighbors were in conflict. Today’s Israel - Hamas killing spree is the current round of a protracted hostility that began with Isaac’s people at odds with Ishmael’s descendants. Like Saddam Hussein, I don’t think Abraham really cared about anything but himself. 
I’m sure a legitimate scholar would knit pick my argument to pieces but I think it meets my intention. It adequately sets the scene. Who is the rightful heir to that arid strip of Mediterranean coastline? As a young man my dad dismissed their rivalry. “It’s in their blood.” He said. “ They’ve been killing each over a contested birth right since before the wheel was invented and they can’t help themselves.” The rise of Islam created a platform from which the sons of Ishmael would organize and strike back.” That’s what my dad said in the 1940’s and so far he’s been spot on the money. 
Israel (Jews) across the board were already scattered around the world without a homeland when they were suffered the holocaust. Hitler and his 3rd Reich disposed of nearly 7 million Jews killed outright or disappeared without a trace under Adolph’s reign. It wasn’t bad enough they had been banished, a race of people robbed of their lands and displaced to foreign soil where they were generally resented and persecuted. Hitler wanted them dead, all of them. Hitler is gone but now other Muslim nations support Palestinians who were likewise disenfranchised when the United Nations propped restored Israel. Palestinians were to keep some of the adjacent lands but the restored Jewish nation has been unabashedly reclaiming and resettling areas that were not in the agreement. Palestinians have been squeezed into smaller and smaller plots of less and less desirable land on the premiss that not only is it it God’s will but also it is payback time.
Hamas is the military arm of a people who, as I see it, are allowed to live there with no rights and no credible representation, subordinated to powerful muslim warlords who defend as well as exploit a captive population. It is reminiscent of the ghettos and slums Jews occupied during the holocaust. Hamas proudly asserts their purpose is to destroy Israel. Israel calls Hamas a terrorist organization and calls on free nations to help them destroy Hamas. Someone, lots of someones with guns and rockets believe that revenge is a righteous cause and an eye for an eye is the only solution. 
There are many, many, millions more good people caught up in that greedy boil of ego and deceit; and I trust, if they (the good people) had authority this evil vendetta would be resolved in a just, peaceful solution. But they don’t. MLK Jr. told us; “Injustice anywhere threatens justice everywhere.” How can I presume to weight in on Jewish hegemony or Palestinian resistance? American bigots murdered Dr. King and are still killing people of color because white authorities can’t tell telephones from handguns or when blacks run when told to stop. We have our own slums and ghettos where poverty and crime feed on a smug, pious, condescending culture. But it sounds like I am starting to preach and I never want to do that. My dad would say, “It’s in their blood.” I remember writing recently; There are no good guys, there are no bad guys, only ambitious, blood thirsty, sanctimonious bedfellows. I hate it when I do this but venting helps get it out of my system.


Tuesday, November 7, 2023

AND THERE'S NO GOLD

  An ‘Earworm’ is a line or verse from a song that sticks in your mind, repeating over and over. A good one can keep coming around, uninvited for hours or even days at a time. I get them and they are usually wonderful, always welcome, combinations of great poetry and memories or feelings they stir up from my own story. I think of one in particular that kept coming back, sometimes a dozen times a day, sometimes every other day and it kept spilling over for at least a month. Kate Wolf was an absolutely wonderful singer-songwriter who passed away, way too soon. In the early 1980’s she gave us, Here In California, a ballad that reflects on her mother’s advice, not to fall in love too soon. The hook was set in the middle of the first verse. It went, “She held me ‘round the shoulders, In a voice so soft and kind, She said love can make you happy, Love can rob you blind.”  Then, like a boxer’s one-two punch she leans straight into the chorus: “Here in California, Fruit hangs heavy on the vines, And there’s no gold, I thought I’d warn you, And the hills turn brown in the summertime.” O.M.G. She (Kate Wolf) passed in 1986 (leukemia) she would have been 81 now; and the hills turn brown in the summertime. 
Songwriters are uniquely special, they frame powerful stories that can move you to tears or laugh-out-loud and they do it in a few verses, a bridge and a chorus. Bob Dylan and Leonard Cohen were exceptions, their songs went on and on for what seemed like forever but no one complained. Kate Wolf will be ringing in my mind now for who knows how long and that’s alright. 
Most recently, the worm that gets my attention is from a Gordon Lightfoot song (1971) If You Could Read My Mind. The song was inspired by his breakup (divorce) and that sense of melancholy always seemed to be introspective rather than judgmental and I liked that. The worm; “And I’ve got to say that I just don’t get it, I don’t know where we went wrong, But the feeling’s gone, And I just can’t get it back.” He was an awesome storyteller, four verses and a chorus. 
Then there is Willie. If you get into that collection the earworms don’t end with a line or a verse, you take the whole song where every line builds on the one before. When it reboots to start over you have mouthed all the words from the introduction to the fade. I can lapse into any one of several Willie Nelson songs but the one that comes most often when I’m on the road or someplace else is, Nothing I Can Do About It Now. There is no chorus; the title is the hook line that also serves as a turnaround. I can hear it now: “And I could cry for the time I’ve wasted, But that’s a waste of time and tears, And I know just what I’d change If I went back in time somehow, But there’s nothing I can do about it now. I’m forgiving everything that forgiveness will allow, And there’s nothing I can do about it now.”  
So I’m blessed with earworms; they may be contagious without getting old, never get in the way. I’ve written a few songs, stories with four verses and a hook but to touch multitudes of others with a timeless message, that has been the fate of Kate Wolf and Willie Nelson. I am a well meaning wannabe but fate did not steer me onto that path. I like the idea of fate but not the absolute, beyond one’s control, predetermined path to an unavoidable destiny. I don’t think fate lies out in the future. It is about how you came to be who and what you are in fact, here and now and there are no do-overs. Fate would be determined by causal forces but they are not predetermined. That flys in the face of traditional thinking, defaulting to the perception of a predetermined destiny. I don’t embrace a fate that exists outside my reach. But taking comfort with nostalgic, insightful, endearing earworms is a fate I can live with.