Organizing Is More Important Than Limiting Money

The progressive challenge is not as much to overcome corporate money as it is to build organizational strength. If you gave me a choice between enacting limitations on corporate donations or or EFCA, I’d I’d pick EFCA. Expanding the the labor movement would not only help unions organize to raise wages but give Democrats the organizational and financial strength we need to win marginal elections. Continue reading

The Denial of Racism is the Tragic Flaw of America

I’m not going to link to a recent op-ed by Richard Cohen that reeks with racism. I don’t want him to get any more clicks for it. Twenty five years ago, Richard Cohen was a powerful liberal voice. Now, to quote a phrase, I often have to repress a gag reflex when I read him. It’s sad. One could argue that this snafu is just a poor choice of words. I suspect he meant “old-fashioned” or “traditional” views and that he wasn’t identifying his own views with those who hold “conventional” views. But the deeper issue is his denial that those who hold those views are, in fact racists. The conventional view in this country on most matters until very recently, and certainly the “old-fashioned” or “traditional” view on most matters, reflected a deep-seated racism. Racism is as central to American thinking as our belief in liberty and equality. The… Continue reading

The Crazy Doesn’t Go Away as You Age

As someone who has spent a lot of time with older people over the course of my life and now takes care of an aging parent and in-law, can I give you some advice? You don’t get less crazy or personality disordered as you age. It doesn’t burn out. Old age is really hard to begin with. And whether you are obsessive or hysterical or unrealistic or narcissistic, it’s not going to get better when you are in your 70s and 80s. It’s going to get worse. So get therapy now, while you might be emotionally flexible enough to benefit from it. And before it is too late. Continue reading

Re-Reading Roth

Philip Roth’s novels were very important to the early thinking that eventually led to the book I’m writing Civilization and Its Discontents, mostly because I disagreed with so much of what his works seemed to imply about the tension between sexual desire and family life. (In making that argument, Roth was, of course, carrying on in the long Augustinian tradition I criticize, particularly in it’s Freudian version, although Roth is in many ways a critic of Freud.) It occurred to me to re-read some of Roth’s books, as I near the end of this project and I’ve discovered two things. One is that there are many more voices in Roth’s work than I saw when I first read him. The second is something that I’ve always known, reading Roth is an immense pleasure–so many wonderful lines, carefully constructed and beautiful sentences and paragraphs, clever but not obtrusive plots, and a… Continue reading

Liquor Privatization and Progressive Politics

The liquor store privatization issue is really a good test of whether you know what you are talking about when it comes to progressive politics in our state. If you support privatization then you don’t understand that: 1. There is no progressive power in this country that isn’t based in a strong labor movement. A middle class highly educated person who tells you he is a progressive but doesn’t understand what UFCW has meant to the politics of this state needs a graduate degree from the school of real politics. 2. That there is no middle class that doesn’t require government action to increase the wages of working people and that well paid public sector workers benefits all workers. 3. That our unique system means that PA’s take from liquor and wine sales is at least double that of any other state in the country and that we can’t end… Continue reading

Pharaoh Sanders at 72

No one sounds like Pharaoh Sanders. And he hasn’t lost that big rough but tender sound. (He’s to the tenor what Howlin Wolf is to singers.) He played a bunch of his great tunes and some standards. Although he seemed pretty tired at the end (he’s doesn’t have Sonny Rollins’ super-human energy) he was on stage for over two hours and was consistently inventive and powerful. He has what looks like a very arthritic hip (like Sonny) but when he danced or led the audience in singing or clapping to the rhythmic pieces that ended the concert he seemed to shed 20 of his 72 years. There’s always been a strong spiritual element to his music—one that draws on many traditions—and the last 30 minutes of the concert were a kind of first church of jazz. It was thrilling! Continue reading

Shopping

My wife and I have two totally different approaches to food shopping. I make a list, go in and get what’s on the list, and am out of the coop in no more than 15 minutes. She has a list, too. But then she looks at what else is on the shelves. She compares products. She seeks out new products. She asks when something is not on the shelves. She consults with the staff about products and their alternatives. She shops as if she were in a hardware store! Continue reading

Is Socrates A Model for the Rest of Us?

An earlier and very different version of this paper appears under this title in Craig de Paulo, Patrick Messina, and Marc Stier, eds. Ambiguity in the Western Mind(Peter Lang, Inc. International Academic Publishers, 2005). The current text is a substantial revision that brings out some themes that were only implicit in the early version.  The original text was written to be delivered as a talk at conference sponsored by the Intellectual Heritage Program of Temple University entitled “Ambiguity in the Western Tradition.” It was directed not to specialists on Plato but to anyone interested in the issues raised by the text. As such, my argument does not turn on any disputes about the meaning or translation of particular passages. So, it has not seemed necessary to point the reader to the particular passages I paraphrase. Continue reading

Lost and Found at the Polo Grounds

The Times has a nice story about the early Mets today. And it’s especially nice for me on the first anniversary of my father’s death. One of my earliest memories is him taking me to the Polo Grounds in 1962 or 1963. I don’t remember much about the game except the great name of the Mets’ catcher, Choo-Choo Coleman. And I remember how green everything seemed to be from the stands to the field.

And there was a brief moment—probably no more than ten seconds that felt like ten hours to me—when we got separated in the crowd after the game. I’ll never forget the enormous relief I felt when he grabbed my hand and I looked up to see him.

He could always make me feel safe. And that’s perhaps the most important thing any parent can do for their child.