obama The late Mayor Harold Washington, an insurgent progressive, when he was endorsing candidates in a primary always said, “It’s not that I don’t love the others, I just love [candidates name] more.”

On Tuesday President Barack Obama threw propriety to the wind and wore a Chicago White Sox jacket onto the field at the baseball All Star Game in St. Louis to toss out the ceremonial ball. For those of you who might be wondering, let me explain a few things about the south side of Chicago and our Chicago White Sox.

The Red Sox, Cardinals and Cubs may have their “nations,” we White Sox fans have our team and our neighborhoods. While those other teams sport an aura of glamour, ours is rooted in who we are as South-Siders and Chicagoans. In the interest of being polite, I’ll leave comparisons and commentary about that other Chicago team aside here. I, naturally don’t think too highly of them, so I’ll simply stick to the White Sox in this post.

The south side is not a tourist destination of our city. Rather it is a collection of hard working neighborhoods, of bungalows and families. It is a diverse part of Chicago. African American, Latino, Asian American, ethnic whites. It is a collection of historic villages really, from Oakland to Beverly, Pilson to Pullman. From Back of the Yards and Canaryville, to Grand Boulevard, South Shore and Chicago Lawn. Obama’s neighborhood is Hyde Park, Mayor Daley hails from Bridgeport, traditional rival political communities. Few wealthy or powerful people other than politicians live on the south side. We are more mill rats than yuppies and hopefully will stay that way.

We may be stout working class folk, but we expect to be treated decently and not looked down on. This is the life blood of the place the President comes from.

A long time ago there used to be other teams rooted in their community like our White Sox, teams that the people of those neighborhoods loved and cherished, and with whom they identified closely. The Brooklyn Dodgers come to mind.

When we travel we are always hurt by the lack of respect we and our team get, even though it’s a good and winning team. We are hurt that our neighborhoods and neighbors, good people who we love, don’t, as Rodney Dangerfield might have said, “Get no respect!”

So when it came time to toss out that pitch, that old neighborhood guy, the community organizer, Barack Obama, threw propriety to the wind and went out there with a White Sox jacket.

We love him for that. You should too!

This is the fifth of my seven day stay in Las Cruces, New Mexico for June. I’ll be back for few days in July and a week in August. Summer in this place is hot, but not unbearably. It’s been pushing close to 100 all week and even in the afternoon it isn’t too bad. It can be a lot worse in Chicago when it’s 80 and humid.

Other than a short day trip to Socorro 150 miles north of here to see the El Camino Real International History Center, I’ve pretty much kept my New Mexico travel to a minimum. The coming years will give me plenty of time for deep exploration, and I plan to do just that, but do it then.

Every time I come here I feel, for the first few days, that I can’t wait to leave the place and move on. By the third day I always feel like I never want to leave again. This time it only took a day. I guess I’ve finally come to terms with the idea that southern New Mexico will be home for the rest of my life. Now that I feel like I’ve accepted the concept, all my regrets; those could have, should have, might have, could have been, never was blues of a man in the second half of his fifties seem to retreat from my thoughts and the unknown future, with new possibilities in a new land lies ahead. My dad left me more house than I ever really need and a low cost of living. As Mary Richards of the 1970’s sitcom Mary Tyler Moore Show might have said, “Looks like we’ll make it after all.”

stevens_smithIt is a cruel irony of history that the Republican Party that originally stood for “Free Soil, Free Labor and Free Men,” the Party that led the nation in Civil War, the Party that wrote freedom and equality into the Constitution has become a bigoted and right wing extremist southern regional Party dominated by the likes of Newt Gingrich, Rush Limbaugh and Dick Cheney.

In becoming a southern rump, that party has betrayed every founding principle of its first generation of statesmen.

Happily, at least for one of those first generation of Republican founders, Thaddeus Stevens is finally getting his due in Lancaster, Pennsylvania. After a decade of conflict between the City of Lancaster and preservationists, the derelict homes of Stevens and his African American housekeeper Lydia Hamilton Smith are being restored and will be opened as the focus of a major museum and heritage center highlighting their work and contributions to American history.

In the process archeological work around the homes has now also uncovered the involvement of Stevens and Smith as conductors in the Underground Railroad leading to the expansion of the original project to include a below street level heritage center under the re-designed convention center. When complete, the Stevens and Smith site will be a major destination where generations of Americans can uncover with pride, some of their past.

While the City of Lancaster has seized the opportunity to develop a major tourist attraction out of what once was a bitter feud with preservationists, the rest of us will be able to reacquaint ourselves with the pivotal events of the mid-19th Century and a major leader in those events who has been left to fade to the recesses of American memory.

For all of our “original intent” friends on the right, including Justice Scalia and the radical right wing of today’s Republican Party, among others, the actual original intent of the framers of the 14th Amendment, equality for all, is soon to be displayed for anyone to see in Lancaster, Pennsylvania.

Thaddeus Stevens fought a lifetime against bigotry and slavery and for racial and social justice. He demanded equal access to public education for all. In the processed he fathered the reconstruction Amendments to the U.S. Constitution and left us our greatest legacy of the promise of liberty, the equal protection of the laws for all Americans.

The Majority Leader and whip of the Republicans of the Civil War and Reconstruction era in the U.S. House of Representatives, Chairman of the House Ways & Means committee, and leader of the “Radical Republican” faction of the Congress, Stevens was the one of the authors and the chief floor leader who helped craft and win passage of the three Reconstruction Amendments to the Constitution.

He shepherded through the passage of the 13th and 14th Amendments during his lifetime, and he also led the fight for passage of the 15th Amendment until his death in 1868. The 15th Amendment was ratified in 1870. Taken together, his contribution to the American Constitution is surpassed only by that of James Madison and the founders.

Lydia Hamilton Smith was a woman who defied convention, she ran Stevens household in Lancaster, Pennsylvania and in Washington, D.C. She organized his household, his social and his political events. She grew adept as a businesswoman in her own right, acquired and managed property of her own. To the shock of many, she freely advised Congressman Stevens in his home and in his offices, and he freely and openly sought her advice and counsel.

Stevens believed passionately in the equality of all, African Americans, Asian Americans, women, working people, the disabled and the poor. He was a forthright egalitarian in an age when few shared his views. Despite his “radical” views on race and class, he became the most powerful member of Congress, and in the view of many historians, the most powerful and effective to have ever held a seat in the House. He remains one of histories greatest parliamentarians.

An effective leader with unshakable views, he was no ideological purist simply for the sake of purity. He freely compromised his legislation in order to get “half a loaf,” then worked to get the other half after his bills passed into law. More often than not, he ultimately won the whole loaf.

When Andrew Johnson opposed the 14th Amendment on the grounds that “blacks were too barbarous” to govern themselves or share equal rights, Stevens had him impeached on the trumped up grounds that Johnson had violated the Tenure of Office Act. While Johnson was acquitted, the 14th Amendment was ratified without any further interference from the President.

One notable failure, however, was Stevens proposal for the confiscation of the slaveholding plantations and redistribution of the property to the former slaves in forty acre plots. Property confiscation proved to be a bridge too far for his fellow Congressmen, and “forty acres and a mule” failed in committee.

Shortly before his death, Stevens bought a plot at one of the prominent cemeteries in Lancaster. Upon learning that the cemetery deed included a covenant restricting burial to whites, Stevens demanded a refund and instead purchased a plot in a small African American cemetery.

He was buried there on August 17, 1868. His tombstone reads, “I repose in this quiet and secluded spot not from any natural preference for solitude, but finding other cemeteries limited as to race by charter rules, I chosen this that I might illustrate in my death the principles which I advocated through a long life: EQUALITY OF MAN BEFORE HIS CREATOR.”

As a final bequest he endowed the creation of a trade school in which orphans and other indigent persons were to be admitted without tuition or fees. His bequest stipulated that no student was to be segregated on the basis of race, religion or color in housing or in meal halls. Today that institution remains, true to his bequest, as the Thaddeus Stevens Technical College of Lancaster, Pennsylvania.

In one more recent tribute to its founder, the College unveiled a bronze statue to Stevens on the occasion of his 213th birthday on the grounds of the college. In Lancaster, at least, and hopefully beyond, Thaddeus Stevens has made a great political and historical comeback from obscurity.

In a recent speech at Dartmouth University, Steven’s alma mater, Randall L. Kennedy, a law professor at Harvard University noted, in speaking about Thaddeus Stevens, “Could history have gone another way; the people who we laud as heroes, were there other people in their environment who made other choices?”

Thaddeus Stevens and Lydia Hamilton Smith were two people who made other choices than many of their contemporaries. They were partners for equality, great Americans, and truly, in the words of Lincoln, the better angels of our nature. To me, these two individuals are genuine heros of their own age, in ours, and in any age.

For more news about this history center in Lancaster, see also the Stevens and Smith Historical Site

Well, the time has actually come, it seems, that I am planning my final summer up north. I will officially notify my employer of my retirement over the next two weeks, then plan for an early autumn move to New Mexico.

I can’t say that this isn’t a really bittersweet moment. Sweet, because I am a survivor setting out on a new adventure in a new place, even if it is my last adventure. But then, I possibly have a good twenty years left in me. Bitter in that I am leaving my lifelong Midwestern roots, first and foremost, and while I am leaving in fairly good economic shape, I am hardly wealthy or feel I ever lived up to my personal potential in my work life.

Of course, there is plenty of time and I have plenty of options to still make a dent in the atmosphere.

For now I am planning on a round of minor league baseball games, visiting a few favorite places, and making plans to find new ones.

Enough is enough with GOP racism!

The damp-humid days of May are upon us in the Midwest. Those hazy days that don’t seem to be either warm nor cool, but might be either depending on which side of the street you’re on. The trees are a bright new green, with their new leaves sprouting on age-old dark limbs. It’s springtime, and springtime means baseball. The majors are already in their second month, of course, and much as I love the White Sox, my heart is with the minor leagues, especially that great band of guerrilla baseball teams, the “indies.”

Independent baseball is where the real ball is going on. Not the Manny and A-Rod soap opera, but the kind of baseball that made the game great, back in the day.

Next up on my agenda are opening day weekend with the Sioux Falls Canaries, followed by the Joliet Jackhammers, Gary Railcats, York Revolution and their phenom Ace, Corey Thurman, then the the Wichita Wingnuts.

As they say in Dakota, “I can’t hardlee wait!”

I made the first of my little trips back to Detroit this year, just one of many journeys back to there since I moved away at age 28. I always have a somewhat melancholy feeling when I see Detroit, partly a faint memory of a lost youth, but also a longing for a lost hope.

Detroit in the 1970’s was a remarkable place. During that decade it had a real spirit of possibility to it. By the end of the 1970’s the city had passed its tumultuous rages of the 1960’s and early 1970’s and the African American community had won the day. Industrial decline was well underway, but the reality of it hadn’t quite sunk in to the mindset of the City. The plague of drugs and gangs was a decade away. Most people thought the good times would come back once the dust had settled. They never did.

Today Detroit’s downtown is re-emerging as the beautiful city center it once was, perhaps even more so. The long vacant Book Cadillac Hotel has reopened as an upscale Westin destination hotel, and strips of gentrification have taken root in some of the City’s once forlorn bits of land, but most of the city is withering hulk, like a great ship designed to hold two million, the decks are left with a scattered population of around 800,000. Most of the people left are simply too poor to get out.

In 1978 Detroit laughed off its “murder capital” reputation with swaggering t-shirts that proclaimed DETROIT: WHERE THE WEAK ARE KILLED AND EATEN. Thirty years later the t-shirts plead SAY NICE THINGS ABOUT DETROIT. Detroiters try to spin last year’s huge drop in the murder rate as progress, while everyone privately shakes their heads knowing the statistic is the result of the gangs having run out of people to kill. The circus surrounding the departure of the last mayor, Kwame Kilpatrick, the only sitting mayor of Detroit to ever be convicted of a felony has only poured mountains of fresh pain on the city.

Detroit is a city that is hurt and wounded. One academic book describes the City’s recent decades of decline as “Afterculture: the Humiliation of History.”

I still have hopes for Detroit. It has a lot going for it. Colonel Woodward’s spoke and wheel street plan of the early 1800’s gives the city a beautiful urban design, and its collection of Art Deco architecture is remarkable. Civic institutions like the Eastern Market, an early Twentieth Century Farmers Market, are still going strong as they have for over a century without having yet been turned into a Disneyland destination.

Other institutions preserved from the days when Detroit was a wealthy city like the Public Library and the Museum are still worth a visit. The incredible Detroit Institute of the Arts is the best art museum east of New York.

Detroit has some of the best music and theater venues in the nation. The city is still a Jazz town, and places like Baker’s Keyboard Lounge, the oldest Jazz club in the country, is still thriving and looks just as it did when Duke Ellington played there back in the day. It is perhaps the best listening room in the region.

Lately, I’ve noticed the emergence of a vast arts community in the city. No doubt they’ve rediscovered the city’s charms and have stayed for the low rents and urban charm. It’s a hopeful sign.

One thing I can say about Detroit. It’s a place that’s open to newcomers and well-wishers, if your open to its people.

Not to be missed on any trip near Detroit is the world’s oldest Jazz club, Baker’s Keyboard Lounge at 20510 Livernois Ave. (Livernois and 8 Mile).

Now 74 years old and going strong, it is one of the best listening rooms in the world, and one that doesn’t reek of 21st Century Disneyfication.

Duke Ellington, who regularly played at the club, whould still recognize the place.

Today’s news of the ridiculous has Zygmunt “Zigi” Wilf asking for $635 Million in public funds for a new playground for his Minnesota Vikings football franchise. He claims that the tax dollars will create 5,500 contracting jobs. Wow!

If he doesn’t get his “economic stimulus” plan fulfilled from the State of Minnesota, no doubt he’ll threaten to move his team to some other pathetic city.

Whatever happened to the “market?” Wilf, like all the other major league sports franchise owners in the United States can shake $635 Million out of the spare change that fell out of their pockets and under their couch cushions. These are the same clowns who claim the nation can’t afford universal health care.

Not to pick on Minnesota, but this is the State that lacked the funds to keep the I-35W bridge from collapsing into the Mississippi River. Minnesota public schools can’t afford music and art programs, the Minneapolis public library is cutting back services and the state has slashed funds for teachers and counselors.

This is not endemic to the State of Minnesota, of course. The same can be said for just about any state. The New York Yankees, if you can imagine it, built a $1.3 Billion stadium on primarily public funds, no wonder they can afford to pay a bloated salary to CC Sabathia. Good luck trying to buy tickets behind home plate in Yankee Stadium if you’re the father of a working family of four in New York.

The corporate welfare extends far beyond the playgrounds of sports franchises. The fat cats who own Wal-Mart and Cabela’s are old hands at shaking down smaller towns for construction dollars on the tax payer’s dime, while denying their retail workers health care benefits.

This nonsense has to stop. For $635 Million, Minnesota can create a lot more than 5500 new contracting jobs and get every bridge in the state repaired. $635 Million can create a whole lot of teaching jobs and ensure a whole lot of health care.

Let’s get our governments back to doing the people’s business and let the Zigi Wilf and the boys like him learn to make their way in the so-called “free” market.

Enough is enough!

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