Aunt Judy, Prince, Bowie, Cohen, and Takashi Murakami |
For the last month, the first thought at the beginning
of each day has been about the Supreme Court and Obama’s inability to move his
third nominee to the courts. Without
that seat confirmed under Obama, the Republicans walk in
with a huge long term advantage.
Yes,
the year has had lots of losses. Many of us feel like our very sense of decency
has eroded. Democracy has endured a profound blow, with the elite classes moving
forward, poised to do away with regulations in support of unions, the environment, and
a woman’s right to autonomy from the state. Some moments, I'm consumed with sorrow.
Other days, I feel a tremendous
sense of gratitude for what I have, recognizing that losses are part of
elections. And we have to move forward.
So, as the year winds down, its worthwhile to
recognize all the good out there as well as the anguish, the pain, the
frustration, the movement of history faster than we can possibly grasp.
My friend, the historian John D’Emilio, posted a
wonderful commentary on facebook, quoting from James Baldwin writing in 1948: (it
seems so much a description of the current moment): "In America, life
seems to move faster than anywhere else and each generation is promised more than it will get, which creates in
each generation a furious bewildered rage, the rage of people who cannot find
solid ground beneath their feet."
Reading Baldwin a lot this year has been one of the many pleasures. My friend Lesley
Wood asked that we post a few of the things we are grateful for. For me, its so many great moments... Left Forum with you. Reading in
Praise of Older Women, biking around sicily, walking the streets of the lower
east side, playing frisbe with my kids, battling pipelines and bomb trains, winning a big contract with my union, learning with my students, crying it
out with them after the election... praying a Judson memorial, hanging out with Caroline Shepard... so many great moments, so many hikes through places unknown. Caroline says we are always going to hike, every summer. I look forward to it. The whole world is next.
Thinking of 2016, I think of so
many of the heros who shuffled off – women such as Gina
Quatrochi, my beloved Aunt Judy, Judge Judith
Kaye for the rest of New York, the myriad of musicians – from Bowie,
who died the morning of Judy’s funeral, to Prince
to Leonard
Cohen who shuffled off with the news of Trump’s ascent, and George Michael who departed on Christmas. My friend from Judson, David Johnson, who died on our return from Italy. Pat Conroy died earlier in the year. The whole world remembered his stories.
The year started off with three very private funerals, some memorial rides and lots of adventures. We fought, danced, tried
to battle back pipelines, explored our family roots in Dorchester England, snorkled in Jamaica, hiked around Italy, traveled West, defended community gardens from developers, and watched
democracy break out heart, as the electoral college gave the presidency to the
person with 3 million less votes.
I find myself listening to more and
more of the music of the icons of 2016, flipping through their CD’s as explored used
record stores.Walking through Princeton the other
day, we recalled Dad’s days teaching here, his office at Nassau Hall, and then
wandered to the record store, and over to the museum, where a couple of pieces seemed to embody all that
came and went, the feel of loss of despair and possibility in such moments.
Takashi Murakami's Tan Tan Bo -
In Communication, 2014,
offered an image of children coping with catastrophe and creating rainbows in
the chaos.
It’s a hopeful
image for a world coping with despair.
Walking through the gallery, we found ourselves looking at pictures of police and women
screaming at civil rights protesters in 1963.
That’s America, I thought. I had
hoped that reactionary rage was a thing of the past. Today, it is our destructive soul, the fire
that consumes the union. I fear there
will be no union at all if it continues, if we are unable to compromise. But
right now, the rage is all so many of us see. Hopefully, we can listen and learn from each other this year.
So we walked
and horsed around in the museum, celebrating the last few days of 2016, did
some skate boarding, smiling and enjoying being alive, even in the wreckage.
Horsing around as the year comes to an end. |
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