Saturday, August 20, 2022

Hopeful Signs

Labor Day weekend traditionally marks the unofficial kickoff not only of the football season but the home stretch of political campaigns in an election year.

This, of course, is an election year.

It’s been an impressive summer for the Biden Administration and the Democratic Party, so much so that even Mitch McConnell now warns Republicans that their chances of gaining control of the Senate are dwindling.

Over the summer, the polling site 538 has tracked the slow rise of Democrats’ chances to retain a majority in the Senate from around 48% to 63% currently. Both 538 and McConnell blame a slate of relatively weak GOP candidates for this new political reality.

The GOP still has an overwhelming advantage to win the House (78%, according to 538) but it is noteworthy that that percentage is down from 83% just a few weeks ago.

So what is going on in American politics?

  • The conservative Supreme Court’s decision overturning Roe v. Wade and the corollary attempt by Republicans to ban abortion is not playing well with most Americans.

  • By contrast, Biden’s success at passing major legislation on climate change, taxes and health care is playing well. Biden’s approval rating has ticked back up from the low 30s to 40.7, according to 538.

  • The Jan. 6 committee and various criminal probes are steadily eroding popular support for Trump.

  • Election-denier Republican candidates backed by Trump are advancing through the primaries, which may not be good news for the GOP, as many may lose to Democrats in November.

  • The net effect on the GOP is being still tied too closely to Trump may prove to be a negative factor electorally.

While it is way too soon to celebrate the decline of the demagogue, a Democratic victory in November would go a long way in preserving our collective chances at preserving the current tattered system of democracy we still possess. 

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Friday, August 19, 2022

As Hearts Break

 [NOTE: I first published this essay a year ago as the Taliban seized power. Nothing has happened in the interlude to cause me to revise it.]

The roots of Afghanistan's problems are inextricably linked historically to the Great Game that has been waged by Britain, Russia, India, America, China, Iran, Pakistan and countless other empires and neighbors for as long as the history of the region has been recorded.

One result of the endless conflicts and invasions of this windswept mountainous desert of a land is an Islamic society struggling to modernize. Afghanistan has been an Islamic nation the 7th century and historians tell us that that was completed by the 10th century with final mop-ups in the 19th century.

But I can attest that there were still at least some people who were not anything like Moslems as late as the late 20th century in an obscure part of the country made famous in Rudyard Kipling's "The Man Who Would Be King," also a 1975 movie.

They lived in Nuristan, which was previously known as Kafiristan, or "Land of the Nonbelievers," because of their ancient worship of idols.  That practice persisted at least into the 1970s when I made a visit to the town of Kamdesh (Pashto: کامدېش‎, Persian: کامدیش‎). 

What I witnessed was wild exotic dancing by men and unveiled women around campfires under the influence of  charas (hashish) and it was as far from devout Islamic behavior as could be imagined high in the mountains where foreigners rarely ventured.

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In the 1980s, while the Soviets invaded Afghanistan, they mercilessly bombed the countryside into ruins, while they occupied Kabul and other cities. In response, the U.S. decided to covertly fund the fundamentalist mujahideen that had arisen in opposition. Soon the Taliban  emerged from the refugee camps where the victims of Russian aggression were clustered.

The Russians eventually lost that war, and by the mid-1990s the Taliban came to power. Though they reflected the general population's united opposition to foreigners, they were distrusted by the educated, urbanized people in Kabul and other cities.

Cut to 2001: After the 9/11 terrorist attacks, the Bush administration vowed to hunt down those responsible and hold them accountable. That meant going to Afghanistan where the terrorists had trained.

One immediate problem with the U.S. response is it was overly personalized -- the mission was to get Osama bin-Laden and also his Al-Qaeda cohort. Intelligence sources quickly determined that he was somewhere in the remote mountains of Afghanistan. 

Remarkably, the U.S. forces almost caught bin-Laden at Tora Bora but he escaped. As the search continued, it obscured the fact that Al-Qaeda was only one part of the problem in Afghanistan. The terrorists were primarily Saudis and Egyptians, while Afghanistan itself was split between the rural Taliban and the educated urban elite.

The U.S. seemed to conflate the Taliban with Al-Qaeda, lumping them together as radical extremists, which was partly true but obscured again what was going on among the Afghans internally.

It took many years and billions of dollars and thousands of innocent lives lost, but during the Obama administration, bin-Laden was finally hunted down and killed in Pakistan and the remnants of Al-Qaeda appeared to scatter to the winds.

But by then, the war in Afghanistan had become impossible to win; the opposition led by the Taliban was entrenched in the countryside, while the urban population did not want to fight wars at all, they wanted to live modern affluent, educated lives.

The U.S. and its allies did a good job in the cities, helping build modern infrastructure and educating millions of people, including women. As the years passed, however, the U.S.-built national Afghan "army" was rife with corruption, low morale and a lack of will to fight their countrymen in the form of the Taliban.

The Taliban by contrast had no problem attacking their brothers who sided with the national government, which was seen as a puppet of the U.S. 

In seeking to negotiate an end to the war, the Trump administration confirmed that status by excluding the national government officials from peace talks with the Taliban. To make matters worse, Trump's aide Stephen Miller implemented policies that would slow down special exit visas for Afghans when the Americans would eventually leave, setting up the current evacuation crisis.  

In the end, the Biden administration has simply done what Bush, Obama, and Trump wanted to do but couldn't by getting out of Afghanistan and putting an end to the endless war. 

But to the surprise of no one who has been paying attention all these years, the withdrawal instantly led to the collapse of the puppet government, and the home-grown resistance movement that had sheltered bin-Laden and Al-Qaeda leading up to 9/11 returned to power.

What is already clear is that the Taliban does not the ability to govern the country. Al Qaeda will be back as will the homegrown Haqqani Network, yet another faction of violent extremism.

Meanwhile ISIS, which is the enemy of the Taliban and Al-Qaeda, is already on the scene.

So it appears that extreme instability will continue to reign in Afghanistan. The Americans may be gone but the problems remain and can only grow from here.

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There is no part of the Taliban takeover more distressing for many of us than the danger it poses to the right of Afghan women.

The news on this topic is not good:

* The entire staff and student body of the country's only girls boarding school has fled to Rwanda.

* The women students at the American University of Afghanistan are in hiding with their fate unknown.

* The Taliban has warned women to stay of the streets because its soldiers are not "trained" to respect them.

* Throughout the country, women are staying out of sight, according to my sources and multiple news reports.

The status of women as extreme second-class citizens in Afghanistan has long angered many of us who have worked in the country and love its people. Many have done what they could to change that.

It is simply heart-breaking to think that decades of improvement in getting girls educated is now being threatened by men who either are so ignorant (due to lack of education themselves) or so cruel as to set women back to pre-modern status.

I don't know how, but the advanced countries of the world must find a way to prevent Afghan women from losing the precious rights they have won.

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Thursday, August 18, 2022

Inside Old Boxes


 Among my possessions recently reclaimed from storage is an old cardboard box painted pastel green. It dates from the 1960s, when I went away to college. I guess my parents painted the box to make it stronger.

Inside were many copies of Rolling Stone containing articles of mine I’ve not read since I wrote them in the 1970s.

But there also was this (above), a piece in Life magazine about student protestors, including a picture of me being escorted out of an occupied building by the cops, under arrest.

We had been occupying the Washtenaw County Building in support of local “welfare moms,” mostly black, who were being denied a decent level of benefits at the time in our view.

It was 1968 and the campuses were erupting with similar protests, mainly over civil rights or anti-war issues. This was the only time I mixed my nascent role as a journalist with political activity, and wouldn’t you know, I ended up criminalized and photographed in Life magazine.

Of course, at the time, I was proud of what I’d done. I wrote about it in the college paper. The charges of trespassing on public property, to which I pled, carried no actual penalty beyond a day’s labor in a local park.

But once there, I and my fellow convicts refused to cut down the trees as we were instructed to do, as an environmental protest. Thinking back on it, we must have been a royal pain in the behind for the authorities.

They chose to ignore the fact we didn’t serve our sentence, trying turning instead to more pressing matters, such as the bombing of the local CIA office, which led to the indictment of John Sinclair, and that brought John Lennon to Ann Arbor to sing in his support.

One thing led to another for me and within a few years I was editing pieces Lennon and his wife Yoko Ono produced for SunDance magazine out in San Francisco.

A few more years and I was at Rolling Stone.

At the bottom of the files in the old box was my FBI file, which I obtained under the Freedom of Information Act. The Bureau kept track of me starting with that arrest in college and my work for an underground paper. It tracked me as I relocated to San Francisco to work at SunDance and through the years at Rolling Stone.

Much of the information in that file is blacked out in the classic way the FBI edited files prior to releasing them under the FOIA. 

There’s also non-FBI notes I saved such as a note from Jann Wenner thanking me for sharing some of the information with him after I’d left Rolling Stone in 1977.

Many other letters, clippings, files and memories pored forth out of that old cardboard box painted pastel green. I’m pretty sure my parents never imagined that that box would end up with the stuff it did. 

Or that my life would turn out the way it did.

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Wednesday, August 17, 2022

Dreaming the Future

“I'll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours.” — Bob Dylan

A while back, a friend of mine told me she had been having vivid dreams that she was in a relationship with one of her work colleagues. When I asked if she had ever told him about her dreams, she said no. She wasn’t sure it would be appropriate to do so.

But she insisted that she had never had such vivid dreams before, so they simply could not be false visions. “I’m already with him in my dreams. It’s so real! How could that be if it’s not going to come true?” 

It must be a vision of her future, she insisted.

That conversation got me thinking. Most of my dreams seem to be set in the past, often the distant past. I’m often starting college all over again or showing up at a new job. Those dreams are usually anxious ones because I can’t find my classes or where the office is — things like that.

Often people I know or have known are in my dreams, including those long gone, like my parents, which is confusing. But at least when I wake up I can shake them off.

Also, I realize that our dreams often reflect actual changes in our lives, things we may be anxious about. Carl Jung said that we process our subconscious in our dreams, so that’s how any underlying anxieties are likely to surface when we sleep.

My eight-year-old granddaughter’s dreams are a case in point. She says she often relives her most embarrassing moments in dreams. “If I did or said something embarrassing in front of somebody, it happens again in my dreams. I see them and suddenly I can’t help but do it again.”

That makes all kinds of sense to me. But I keep wondering about that other kind of dream, the one where we maybe, just maybe, we actually do see the future. I’ve been having some of those myself lately.

So I checked into the topic and according to the Sleep Foundation, some of us (roughly 18-38%) can and do see the future in what are known as precognitive dreams. Also, Healthline reports that Carl Jung himself had some precognitive dreams, though they were of a negative variety — foreseeing his mother’s death and world war in Europe.

But back to my friend who dreamt of a relationship with her colleague. Some months after our conversation, the two of them did hook up and become a couple.

So for them it's been happily ever after.

These days, whenever I wish somebody “happy dreams,” what I’m really saying is that I hope any positive precognitive visions you might have come true.

And I hope mine do as well.

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Tuesday, August 16, 2022

Work the System

 Here’s an update on my Social Security mini-drama. On Monday I decided to bypass the national phone number and call the nearest local office, which happens to be in Berkeley.

(You can reach your closest SS office by dialing 1-877-531-4696.)

There, a nice lady named Laurie said she could see no reason why my payment had been suspended and she would fix it right away. I thanked her but got her direct extension in case I need to call back. (Always a critical thing to do in these matters.)

Twelve hours later, the SSA website stopped listing my account as suspended. That was due to a lag in how the agency updates its website. 

The key to whether this matter is actually resolved comes on Wednesday, when the check should show up in my checking account. (Always keep an eye on your bank balances online.)

Meanwhile, you might wonder why I bother writing about this kind of thing, when there are so many more urgent news issues to consider.

My reason is simple. This whole experience angers me and as far as I’m concerned never should have happened.

But let’s consider the circumstances. I’m in complete possession of my faculties, or at least as much as I’ve ever been. Plus I’m a journalist, quite used to dealing with the inefficiencies of government agencies. Plus, I’m probably more comfortable with talking to strangers than the average person. Plus I don’t easily take no as an answer. I’m stubborn and persistent, and usually polite.

Also I speak English.

But what about somebody else? Somebody who is older, sicker, less alert mentally, perhaps alone and without anyone to turn to for help in a situation like this?

I know that even in my case, a few years ago when I was very ill, no one ever got to opening my mail for many weeks at a time. Six weeks could have gone by before the type of notice I received on Saturday became known to me or my family.

That’s a long time and there are millions of people much more vulnerable than I am out there who are dependent on that monthly Social Security check to get by. They could face eviction, the inability to get food, keep the lights on, or buy gas for their car in an instant. 

It’s on behalf of them that I am writing about this incident. They need to know what to do should this happen to them.

And this is an example of what journalists call a service piece, as well as a personal essay. It’s one of the things we routinely do, and why we do them. Please keep this column or forward to anyone who might benefit.

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LYRICS (Barefoot):

“Love, Love, Love”

Song by Of Monsters and Men

Well, maybe I'm a crook for stealing your heart away
Yeah, maybe I'm a crook for not caring for it
Yeah, maybe I'm a bad, bad, bad, bad person
Well, baby I know

And these fingertips
Will never run through your skin
And those bright blue eyes
Can only meet mine across a room
Filled with people that are less important than you

Oh, 'cause you love, love, love
When you know I can't love
You love, love, love
When you know I can't love
You love, love, love
When you know I can't love you

So I think it's best
We both forget
Before we dwell on it

The way you held me so tight
All through the night
'Til it was near morning

'Cause you love, love, love
When you know I can't love
You love, love, love
When you know I can't love
You love, love, love
When you know I can't love you

Songwriter: Nanna Bryndis Hilmarsdottir

Monday, August 15, 2022

How Governments Make Enemies

There’s nothing that disrupts the serenity of a retired person’s existence quite like the arrival of a form letter from the Social Security Administration saying that your monthly allotment has been suspended.

Particularly when the notice arrives on a weekend, when any sort of help line or office visit is not an option.

No, all you can do is stew about it until Monday, assuming Monday isn’t some sort of federal holiday.

What complicates this experience is the constant drumbeat you get about fraud and how you cannot trust anyone impersonating the Social Security Administration personnel should they contact you.

So what about if you contact them?

Such was the less-than-delightful news on my Saturday morning that my monthly check, due next Wednesday, has been suspended because either my banking information or my address is incorrect.

But my banking information and address have not changed in years and I went on the SSA site, where I verified that they are correct.

The site also verified that my payment has been suspended.

I’m starting to feel like Yossarian in Catch 22.

So I “updated” my information on the site, basically just to confirm it, in the hope that would make a difference.

No luck.

There was nothing else to do until Monday, but stew, which I did all weekend. The SSA ruined my weekend. How can I put a price on that?

And oh, BTW, my bank reports that the Medicare payment has already been deducted from my account this month despite the suspension of the income needed to cover it.

So thanks, Uncle Sam. By the way, you suck. Didn’t anyone teach you to respect the people you serve? You might have at least called. But your call would have been a scam.

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Sunday, August 14, 2022

"They Kick Us Like Soccer Balls" (AFGHAN CONVERSATION 39)

 NOTE: For the past year, since the Taliban assumed power, I have been publishing the letters and conversations I am having with a friend in Helmand Province, 39 to date. He is a young, well-educated Hazara man whose English has been improving rapidly through the process of working with me. I edit his words lightly for publication. His identity must remain secret to protect his safety and that of his family. His dream is to publish in English in the West. Please contact me if you can help.

Dear David:

One year has passed since we have fallen under the rule of an illiterate, totalitarian, religious extremist group.

For me, the past year has felt like a century of being thirsty in a remote desert, waiting for a caravan. I ran for every exit, trying to escape this nightmare, but each path was only a mirage.

All over Afghanistan, insecurity has increased, poverty is rampant now, many have lost their jobs, one hundred thousand became immigrants, women have been imprisoned at home, the price of food doubled, and the rate of suicide became higher. 

These are all according to reports from Human Rights Watch, Amnesty International, and the United Nations. 

Many bad things have happened in our family, and to my friends. My younger brother, 16, tried three times to be smuggled to Iran, but each time he was arrested, tortured by the Iranian police, and returned. 

Four months ago, my older brother, 30, wanted to illegally cross the Iran-Turkey border and go to Turkey and then to Europe. He walked over the mountains and plains for weeks. Then, after crossing the Iranian border and reaching Turkey. he was arrested by the Turkish police who kicked him like a soccer ball back to Iran, where he was handed over to the Iranian police. They kicked him back to Afghanistan. 

When the Taliban came, they took all the key jobs. As a result, thousands of people lost their income, including five of my friends. Now they are doing hard labor in Iran to provide food for their families. Musa, a friend of mine, is a case in point. He was a professor in one of the colleges. Two weeks ago, Musa was fired on the pretext that he was incompetent, even though he was the only one who had a master's degree among his thirty colleagues on the faculty, and was highly competent. 

But because he is Hazara and defenseless, they easily booted him aside.

That is what has become of us in Afghanistan.

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