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Rethinking employment in the Biden-Harris era: I just learned to weave. Is that “work”?

A year ago, just a few weeks before San Francisco locked itself down for the pandemic, I fell deeply in love with a 50-year-old. The object of my desire was a wooden floor loom in the window of my local thrift shop. Friends knowledgeable on such matters examined photos I took of it and assured me that all the parts were there, so my partner (who puts up with such occasional infatuations) helped me wrangle it into one of our basement rooms and I set about learning to weave.

These days, all I want to do is weave. The loom that’s gripped me, and the pandemic that’s gripped us all, have led me to rethink the role of work (and its subset, paid labor) in human lives. During an enforced enclosure, this 68-year-old has spent a lot of time at home musing on what the pandemic has revealed about how this country values work.  Why, for example, do the most “essential” workers so often earn so little — or, in the case of those who cook, clean, and care for the people they live with, nothing at all? What does it mean when conservatives preach the immeasurable value of labor, while insisting that its most basic price in the marketplace shouldn’t rise above $7.25 per hour?

That, after all, is where the federal minimum wage has been stuck since 2009. And that’s where it would probably stay forever, if Republicans like Kansas Senator Roger Marshall had their way. He brags that he put himself through college making $6 an hour and doesn’t understand why people can’t do the same today for $7.25. One likely explanation: the cost of a year at Kansas State University has risen from $898 when he was at school to $10,000 today. Another? At six bucks an hour, he was already making almost twice the minimum wage of his college years, a princely $3.35 an hour.

It’s definitely not art, but is it work?

It’s hard to explain the pleasure I’ve gotten from learning the craft of weaving, an activity whose roots extend at least 20,000 years into the past. In truth, I could devote the next (and most likely last) 20 years of my life just to playing with “plain weave,” its simplest form — over-under, over-under — and not even scratch the surface of its possibilities. Day after day, I tromp down to our chilly basement and work with remarkable satisfaction at things as simple as getting a straight horizontal edge across my cloth.

But is what I’m doing actually “work”? Certainly, at the end of a day of bending under the loom to tie things up, of working the treadles to raise and lower different sets of threads, my aging joints are sore. My body knows all too well that I’ve been doing something. But is it work? Heaven knows, I’m not making products crucial to our daily lives or those of others. (We now possess more slightly lopsided cloth napkins than any two-person household could use in a lifetime.) Nor, at my beginner’s level, am I producing anything that could pass for “art.”

I don’t have to weave. I could buy textiles for a lot less than it costs me to make them. But at my age, in pandemic America, I’m lucky. I have the time, money, and freedom from personal responsibilities to be able to immerse myself in making cloth. For me, playing with string is a first-world privilege. It won’t help save humanity from a climate disaster or reduce police violence in communities of color. It won’t even help a union elect an American president, something I was focused on last fall, while working with the hospitality-industry union. It’s not teaching college students to question the world and aspire to living examined lives, something I’ve done in my official work as a part-time professor for the last 15 years. It doesn’t benefit anyone but me.

Nevertheless, what I’m doing certainly does have value for me. It contributes, as philosophers might say, to my human flourishing. When I practice weaving, I’m engaged in something political philosopher Iris Marion Young believed essential to a good life. As she put it, I’m “learning and using satisfying and expansive skills.” Young thought that a good society would offer all its members the opportunity to acquire and deploy such complicated skills in “socially recognized settings.” In other words, a good society would make it possible for people to do work that was both challenging and respected.

Writing in the late 1980s, she took for granted that “welfare capitalism” of Europe, and to a far lesser extent the United States, would provide for people’s basic material needs. Unfortunately, decades later, it’s hard even to teach her critique of such welfare capitalism — a system that sustained lives but didn’t necessarily allow them to flourish — because my students here have never experienced an economic system that assumes any real responsibility for sustaining life. Self-expression and an opportunity to do meaningful work? Pipe dreams if you aren’t already well-off! They’ll settle for jobs that pay the rent, keep the refrigerator stocked, and maybe provide some health benefits as well. That would be heaven enough, they say. And who could blame them when so many jobs on offer will fall far short of even such modest goals?

What I’m not doing when I weave is making money. I’m not one of the roughly 18 million workers in this country who do earn their livings in the textile industry. Such “livings” pay a median wage of about $28,000 a year, which likely makes it hard to keep a roof over your head. Nor am I one of the many millions more who do the same around the world, people like Seak Hong who sews garments and bags for an American company in Cambodia. Describing her life, she told a New York Timesreporter, “I feel tired, but I have no choice. I have to work.” Six days a week,

“Ms. Hong wakes up at 4:35 a.m. to catch the truck to work from her village. Her workday begins at 7 and usually lasts nine hours, with a lunch break. During the peak season, which lasts two to three months, she works until 8:30 p.m.”

“Ms. Hong has been in the garment business for 22 years. She earns the equivalent of about $230 a month and supports her father, her sister, her brother (who is on disability) and her 12-year-old son.” 

Her sister does the unpaid — but no less crucial — work of tending to her father and brother, the oxen, and their subsistence rice plants.

Hong and her sister are definitely working, one with pay, the other without. They have, as she says, no choice.

Catherine Gamet, who makes handbags in France for Louis Vuitton, is also presumably working to support herself. But hers is an entirely different experience from Hong’s. She loves what she’s been doing for the last 23 years. Interviewed in the same article, she told the Times, “To be able to build bags and all, and to be able to sew behind the machine, to do hand-sewn products, it is my passion.” For Gamet, “The time flies by.”

Both these women have been paid to make bags for more than 20 years, but they’ve experienced their jobs very differently, undoubtedly thanks to the circumstances surrounding their work, rather than the work itself: how much they earn; the time they spend traveling to and from their jobs; the extent to which the “decision” to do a certain kind of work is coerced by fear of poverty. We don’t learn from Hong’s interview how she feels about the work itself. Perhaps she takes pride in what she does. Most people find a way to do that. But we know that making bags is Gamet’s passion. Her work is not merely exhausting, but in Young’s phrase “satisfying and expansive.” The hours she spends on it are lived, not just endured as the price of survival.

Pandemic relief and its discontents

Joe Biden and Kamala Harris arrived at the White House with a commitment to getting a new pandemic relief package through Congress as soon as possible. It appears that they’ll succeed, thanks to the Senate’s budget reconciliation process — a maneuver that bypasses the possibility of a Republican filibuster. Sadly, because resetting the federal minimum wage to $15 per hour doesn’t directly involve taxation or spending, the Senate’s parliamentarian ruled that the reconciliation bill can’t include it.

Several measures contained in the package have aroused conservative mistrust, from the extension of unemployment benefits to new income supplements for families with children. Such measures provoke a Republican fear that somebody, somewhere, might not be working hard enough to “deserve” the benefits Congress is offering or that those benefits might make some workers think twice about sacrificing their time caring for children to earn $7.25 an hour at a soul-deadening job.

As New York Times columnist Ezra Klein recently observed, Republicans are concerned that such measures might erode respect for the “natural dignity” of work. In an incisive piece, he rebuked Republican senators like Mike Lee and Marco Rubio for responding negatively to proposals to give federal dollars to people raising children. Such a program, they insisted, smacked of — the horror! — “welfare,” while in their view, “an essential part of being pro-family is being pro-work.” Of course, for Lee and Rubio “work” doesn’t include changing diapers, planning and preparing meals, doing laundry, or helping children learn to count, tell time, and tie their shoelaces — unless, of course, the person doing those things is employed by someone else’s family and being paid for it. In that case it qualifies as “work.” Otherwise, it’s merely a form of government-subsidized laziness.

There is, however, one group of people that “pro-family” conservatives have long believed are naturally suited to such activities and who supposedly threaten the well-being of their families if they choose to work for pay instead. I mean, of course, women whose male partners earn enough to guarantee food, clothing, and shelter with a single income. I remember well a 1993 article by Pat Gowens, a founder of Milwaukee’s Welfare Warriors, in the magazine Lesbian Contradiction. She wondered why conservative anti-feminists of that time thought it good if a woman with children had a man to provide those things, but an outrage if she turned to “The Man” for the same aid. In the first case, the woman’s work is considered dignified, sacred, and in tune with the divine plan. Among conservatives, then or now, the second could hardly be dignified with the term “work.”

The distinction they make between private and public paymasters, when it comes to domestic labor contains at least a tacit, though sometimes explicit, racial element. When the program that would come to be known as “welfare” was created as part of President Franklin Roosevelt’s New Deal in the 1930s, it was originally designed to assist respectable white mothers who, through no fault of their own, had lost their husbands to death or desertion. It wasn’t until the 1960s that African American women decided to secure their right to coverage under the same program and built the National Welfare Rights Organization to do so.

The word “welfare” refers, as in the preamble to the Constitution, to human wellbeing. But when Black women started claiming those rights, it suddenly came to signify undeserved handouts. You could say that Ronald Reagan rode into the White House in 1980 in a Cadillac driven by the mythical Black “welfare queen” he continually invoked in his campaign. It would be nice to think that the white resentment harnessed by Reagan culminated (as in “reached its zenith and will now decline”) with Trump’s 2016 election, but, given recent events, that would be unrealistically optimistic.

Reagan began the movement to undermine the access of poor Americans to welfare programs. Ever since, starving the entitlement beast has been the Republican lodestar. In the same period, of course, the wealthier compatriots of those welfare mothers have continued to receive ever more generous “welfare” from the government. Those would include subsidies to giant agriculture, oil-depletion allowances and other subsidies for fossil-fuel companies, the mortgage-interest tax deduction for people with enough money to buy rather than rent their homes, and the massive tax cuts for billionaires of the Trump era. However, it took a Democratic president, Bill Clinton, to achieve what Reagan couldn’t, and, as he put it, “end welfare as we know it.”

The Clinton administration used the same Senate reconciliation process in play today for the Biden administration’s Covid-19 relief bill to push through the 1996 Personal Responsibility and Work Opportunity Reconciliation Act. It was more commonly known as “welfare reform.” That act imposed a 32-hour-per-week work or training requirement on mothers who received what came to be known as Temporary Assistance to Needy Families. It also gave “temporary” its deeper meaning by setting a lifetime benefits cap of five years. Meanwhile, that same act proved a bonanza for non-profits and Private Industry Councils that got contracts to administer “job training” programs and were paid to teach women how to wear skirts and apply makeup to impress future employers. In the process, a significant number of unionized city and county workers nationwide were replaced with welfare recipients “earning” their welfare checks by sweeping streets or staffing county offices, often for less than the minimum wage.

In 1997, I was working with Californians for Justice (CFJ), then a new statewide organization dedicated to building political power in poor communities, especially those of color. Given the high unemployment rates in just such communities, our response to Clinton’s welfare reforms was to demand that those affected by them at least be offered state-funded jobs at a living wage. If the government was going to make people work for pay, we reasoned, then it should help provide real well-paying jobs, not bogus “job readiness” programs. We secured sponsors in the state legislature, but I’m sure you won’t be shocked to learn that our billion-dollar jobs bill never got out of committee in Sacramento.

CFJ’s project led me into an argument with one of my mentors, the founder of the Center for Third World Organizing, Gary Delgado. Why on earth, he asked me, would you campaign to get people jobs? “Jobs are horrible. They’re boring: they waste people’s lives and destroy their bodies.” In other words, Gary was no believer in the inherent dignity of paid work. So, I had to ask myself, why was I?

Among those who have inspired me, Gary wasn’t alone in holding such a low opinion of jobs. The Greek philosopher Aristotle, for instance, had been convinced that those whose economic condition forced them to work for a living would have neither the time nor space necessary to live a life of “excellence” (his requirement for human happiness). Economic coercion and a happy life were, in his view, mutually exclusive.

Re-evaluating jobs

One of the lies capitalism tells us is that we should be grateful for our jobs and should think of those who make a profit from our labor not as exploiters but as “job creators.” In truth, however, there’s no creativity involved in paying people less than the value of their work so that you can skim off the difference and claim that you earned it. Even if we accept that there could be creativity in “management” — the effort to organize and divide up work so it’s done efficiently and well — it’s not the “job creators” who do that, but their hirelings. All the employers bring to the game is money.

Take the example of the admirable liberal response to the climate emergency, the Green New Deal. In the moral calculus of capitalism, it’s not enough that shifting to a green economy could promote the general welfare by rebuilding and extending the infrastructure that makes modern life possible and rewarding. It’s not enough that it just might happen in time to save billions of people from fires, floods, hurricanes, or starvation. What matters — the selling point — is that such a conversion would create jobs (along with the factor no one mentions out loud: profits).

Now, I happen to support exactly the kind of work involved in building an economy that could help reverse climate devastation. I agree with Joe Biden’s campaign statement that such an undertaking could offer people jobs with “good wages, benefits, and worker protections.” More than that, such jobs would indeed contribute to a better life for those who do them. As the philosopher Iris Marion Young puts it, they would provide the chance to learn and use “satisfying and expansive skills in a socially recognized setting.” And that would be a very good thing even if no one made a penny of profit in the process.

Now, having finished my paid labor for the day, it’s back to the basement and loom for me.

Copyright 2021 Rebecca Gordon

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Daylight saving time could be especially hard this weekend because of COVID-19 sleep loss

The clock springs forward one hour on Sunday morning, March 14 for most people in the U.S. That is not an appealing thought for those who have suffered sleep problems because of the pandemic.

Sleep this past year has been affected by a variety of factors, including anxiety, inconsistent schedules and increased screen time. This affects our health, as getting adequate sleep is important to assure our immune system can fend off and fight infections.

Even before the pandemic, about 40% of adults – 50 to 70 million Americans – got less than the recommended minimum seven hours per night.

And, many researchers were already concerned about how the twice-a-year switch affects our body’s physiology. The American Academy of Sleep Medicine, the largest scientific organization that studies sleep, in October 2020 suggested nixing daylight saving time and moving to a year-round fixed time. That way, our internal circadian clocks would not be misaligned for half the year. And it would eliminate the safety risk from sleep loss when transitioning to daylight saving time.

I am a neurologist at the University of Florida. I’ve studied how a lack of sleep can impair the brain. In the 1940s, most American adults averaged 7.9 hours of sleep a night. Today, it’s only 6.9 hours. To put it another way: In 1942, 84% of us got the recommended seven to nine hours; in 2013, it was 59%. To break it down further, a January 2018 study from Fitbit reported that men got even less sleep per night than women, about 6.5 hours.

The case for sleep

Problems from sleep shortage go beyond simply being tired. Compared to those who got enough sleep, adults who are short sleepers – those getting less than seven hours per day – were more likely to report 10 chronic health conditions, including heart disease, diabetes, obesity, asthma and depression.

Children, who need more sleep than adults, face even more challenges. To promote optimal health, 6- to 12-year-olds should sleep nine to 12 hours a day; teens from 13 to 18, eight to 10 hours. But a Sleep Foundation poll of parents says children are getting at least one hour less than that. And researchers have found that sleep deprivation of even a single hour can harm a child’s developing brain, affecting memory encoding and attentiveness in school.

Sleep affects every one of our biological systems. Serious consequences can result with poor sleep quality. Here’s a short list: Blood pressure may increase. Risk of coronary heart disease could go up. Our endocrine system releases more cortisol, a stress hormone. We become more aroused by “fight or flight” syndrome. There’s a reduction of growth hormone and muscle maintenance. There’s a higher chance of increased appetite and weight gain. The body has less glucose tolerance and greater insulin resistance; in the long term, that means an increased risk for Type 2 diabetes.

Sleep deprivation is associated with increased inflammation and a decreased number of antibodies to fight infections. It may also cause a decrease in pain tolerance, reaction times and memory. Occupational studies show sleep loss can cause poor work performance, including more days missed and more car accidents.

Recent research suggests the body’s waste removal process relies on sleep to get rid of harmful proteins from the brain, particularly abnormal variants of amyloid. These are the same proteins that are elevated in Alzheimer’s patients. Studies show that older adults who sleep less have greater accumulation of these proteins in their brains.

On the other hand, getting enough sleep helps the body in many ways by protecting against some of these damaging effects and by boosting the immune system.

The problem with DST

Most of the risk associated with daylight saving time occurs in the spring, when we turn the clock forward and lose one hour of sleep. The idea of a national permanent year-round time has support, but disagreements exist on whether the fixed time should be standard time or daylight saving time.

States advocating for permanent daylight saving time are typically those that rely on tourism. Environmentalists, favoring less energy consumption from morning heating and evening air conditioning, often support permanent standard time. Religious groups, whose prayer times are linked to sundown and sunrise, also tend to prefer permanent standard time. So do many educators, opposed to transporting children to school during mornings when it’s still dark.

As you ponder what system is best for a national year-round standard, consider this: The American Academy of Sleep Medicine has recommended we go with permanent standard time – a better way to align with our natural circadian clock and minimize health and safety risks.

And just think: If we change to permanent standard time, then for the first time in decades, you won’t lose an hour of sleep every spring.

Editor’s note: This story is updated from its original version, which was published Oct. 28, 2020.

Michael S. Jaffee, Vice Chair, Department of Neurology, University of Florida

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Are we ready to start re-opening after a year of the pandemic?

After a full year of coronavirus pandemic stay-at-home life, all of it — face masks, social distancing, constant anxiety, Zoom calls, and COVID-19 itself as a potentially lethal disease — may finally be coming to an end thanks to vaccine programs growing across the country. 

Some of my anti-medicine friends who were initially nervous about being vaccinated have been watching the news, seeing that essential workers are good after having their shots, with little to no side effects, and now even they feel more confident and willing to take their shot with a shot. Unlike Pfizer and Moderna, the Johnson & Johnson vaccine only requires one dose and doesn’t have to be stored in freezers, which will make it easier to get folks in for a one and done shot.

This is a real turning point. Outside may be opening up soon. 

The threat of COVID kept us indoors for most of the year, but even then we weren’t all safe. Three of my friends — Egan, Dante Barksdale and Dro — were murdered in the last year. Two of them were victims of gun violence. The last thing I expected during a pandemic was to lose friends that way, but it happened. And I am powerless. Normally, when deaths occur in my city, we link up, decorate the place where the incident occurred, attend vigils, throw block parties, take food to the victim’s family and then all spill over to a bar for fellowship, sharing the stories of our fallen brothers and sisters. Connection has long been our only tool for coping. COVID stole that, and we were forced to mourn alone before masking up to hit the church to get a glimpse of body now while gatherings are prohibited and funerals have been dramatically reduced in size, or canceled altogether. Mourning alone creates a different type of pain, one that I’m sure I’ll have to face in the future. 

Despite the deadly impact this virus has had on the world, and the loss of those friends while the pandemic raged around us, this year has also been magical for me. Transformative, even. My daughter was born a month or so before we reached pandemic status­­. Being forced to be at home, just the three of us, for all of that time means my wife and I have had the luxury of witnessing and capturing all of her first moments. Her first giggle. Her first wet tears. Her first bath. The first time she rolled over. All of it is stored in our camera rolls. We captured her eating solid foods for the first time, first rice cereal cut with breast milk and then, when she advanced to smashed vegetables, we were there for that too. The first time she sat up on her own, the first time she held her bottle, played peek-a-boo, laughed so loud it sounded like screams. We saw her identify her nose, my nose, my wife’s nose and ears, and then we captured her standing up. We saw the first time she crawled, the first time she fed herself, the first steps she took. We saw it all and filmed it all. We could literally make a 200-hour-long documentary on her young life. I wouldn’t trade having this time with her for anything in the world. But I am sick of being in the house. 

We’ve been on lockdown for so long we’ve entered a strange place where people will shame others for not wanting to be in the house anymore, let alone not accomplishing enough during the pandemic. They’re the most responsible, they cook the most French meals, practice yoga six times a day, which causes them to lose 38 pounds (and yet they’re also the most spiritual), and they’re double-masking even when they’re all alone, because nobody is handling this stay-at-home pandemic life better than they are. But this is not normal life. And I’m OK with acknowledging that. 

I hate this. Before the pandemic, it was so easy to find antibacterial wipes and spray and hand sanitizer. We had boatloads of that stuff because nobody washed their hands or sanitized anything except me, it seemed. But I’m sick of wiping stuff down while my wife and daughter look over my shoulder. And yes, I’m sick of being in the house. My wife is sick of being in the house. And if my daughter could talk, I imagine she’d say she is, too. 

We aren’t at the finish line yet, but we can see it in the distance. Herd immunity, whatever that means, is coming. My daughter will finally learn there are more than two other people in the world, because we’re going everywhere when the pandemic ends.

Everywhere. 

Cocktails with David Duke and Little Rudy Giuliani at the bar where Candace Owens does karaoke? Text me the address. If Trump starts having campaign rallies again, even if he’s not running? We’re pulling up with our tiki torches and pressed khakis.

If there’s an Airbnb on Elm Street to book, we’re sleeping over. If my wife wants a romantic hiking trip to Camp Crystal Lake, I’m booking their best cabin. Celebrate Halloween in Haddonfield? Trick or treat. Groupon could sell me a luxury stay at the Bates Motel right now — I’d pack my fancy robe and extra champagne. 

We’re going anywhere and everywhere. Diversity rallies with that white family from “Get Out.” Dinner parties at Hannibal Lechter’s house. I don’t care what it is or where. We’re going. 

Or at least I think we are. Because honestly, I don’t really know. I’m going to have to re-adjust to going out the same way I had to adjust a year ago to staying inside all the time.

This deadly virus has quickly claimed more than 500,000 lives in the U.S. and I think about that number every time I leave the house. I put on my two masks, drench my hands in sanitizer to the point where it burns inside of my fingernails, fill the console of my car with more masks, more gloves, more sanitizer. Every time I see a person talking or coughing or sipping their drink­­, it freaks me out. I never really liked hugs, but now I don’t even shake hands. I’m not comfortable around people anymore. I feel like contact with anybody could make me or my family sick. How can I get back to hanging out and having a good time without thinking about shortness of breath, loss of taste and excruciating headaches?

Recently I attended a small celebration for a friend who received a huge promotion at work — the kind of promotion that guys like us don’t normally get. This was such big news that even I left the safety of my home to come celebrate. There were ten of us, and even though I was the only one who stayed in the corner with three masks on, barely able to breathe, I enjoyed myself. I had missed this. It felt good to laugh, to talk trash through my layered N-95s, to enjoy fellowship with friends I hadn’t seen for a year. But once the eleventh person walked in the door, I stopped being comfortable and had to leave.

How long will I feel like this? Will I be that weirdo still wearing a mask years after this ends, waiting for Nike to start making matching hazmat suits? Will I have any skin left on my hands from the excessive washing and sanitizing? Will I keep wearing gloves and keep 12 feet of distance between me and everybody except my wife and baby, constantly whipping out my phone to Google Dr. Fauci’s latest news, scanning his Instagram and Twitter for updates? (Is he on Pinterest, or Black Planet?) Will I still avoid events and parties with more than ten people, or will I be able to readjust?

I think about this a lot, too: How will the people who lost family members to COVID readjust? Death is normal — it will happen to us all — but it shouldn’t have happened like this, so suddenly to so many, in such a short timeline.

What we shouldn’t re-adjust to is a society that fails to save lives because of poor leadership, systemic poverty, and science denial. Collectively, we are going to have to figure out what life after COVID should be, and the small roles we can all play in making sure it never goes down like this again. We can start by not rushing back into normal life without taking all of the still-necessary precautions just because we’re sick of being in the house. We still need to wash our hands, wear our masks, and get vaccinated as soon as we can. 

Giada De Laurentiis’ baked fettuccine is proof that an elegant dinner doesn’t have to be complicated

An indulgent dinner is what your body craves after a long day (or year!), but comfort and flavor sometimes go hand in hand with spending hours in the kitchen. Thankfully, Giada De Laurentiis reimagines classic dishes with simple shortcuts that make preparing Italian food easier for home cooks. One example is the chef’s recipe for creamy baked fettuccine, which she recently shared on social media. 

Giada refers to this meal as her “spin on mac and cheese,” and we’re always down for a fresh take on this comfort food staple. “It’s creamy, rich, cheesy and absolutely delicious,” she writes on her website. “It’s one of those dishes that can feel very elegant, while being so easy to prepare.”

And when the chef says “easy to prepare,” she’s not exaggerating. There are only five ingredients that go into this dish, and the prep work only takes 15 minutes to complete. So make sure that you have a nice bottle of Italian wine on hand (if you drink!), because your oven is about to do all of the hard work for you. 

Another feature of this dish that makes it so versatile is that swaps and substitutions are a breeze. Asiago cheese plays a starring role here, but you can replace it with another aged cheese or more parmesan. This recipe also calls for creme fraiche, but you can use the sour cream that’s already on hand in your fridge.

Mix all five ingredients together in a large bowl, along with reserved pasta water and salt and pepper. Next, transfer your mixture to a buttered baking dish, and sprinkle extra cheese on top before transferring to the oven. To simply things even more, you can prep this dish ahead of time for a ready-made dinner that just needs to be popped inside the oven.

Once again, Giada has all of our dinner problems solved in a flash! The only thing that could make this meal better would be finishing it with a slice of her easy-to-make lemon poppyseed cake. Full recipe here.

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Wine is about to get cheaper, so keep an eye out in your local shop

A new development has the wine industry heaving a sigh of relief. Just last week, the European Union and the United States announced a temporary slackening of the tariffs that have put a strain on their economic relationship. So what exactly does this mean?

As a result of an almost 20-year dispute over airline subsidies, the World Trade Organization gave the two entities go-ahead to impose a slew of tariffs on imported goods. During the Trump administration, these tariffs were slapped onto a bunch of luxury goods making their way into the U.S. — not limited to those from Germany, France, the U.K., and Spain. They affected wines from France, Spanish olive oil, Italian cheese, single-malt Irish and Scotch whiskies, and many other goods from across the continent. The result was a 25% tax, whose reverberations were felt across Europe and the U.S.

According to a statement released last Friday, President Joe Biden and Ursula von Leyden, President of the European Commission, will initiate a four-month trial period in which they lift the tariffs. According to an official statement: “This will allow the E.U. and the U.S. to ease the burden on their industries and workers and focus efforts towards resolving these long-running disputes at the WTO.”

The U.S. and the U.K. also announced they would lift the tariffs between the two countries for a period of four months. In both cases, the tariffs will be lifted as soon as an agreement is ironed out between the two parties.

Though it might take a while for the effects of the lifted tariff to be felt, keep an eye out in your local wine shop: Those European reds could soon be a lot cheaper than you’re used to.

Make the most of your wine:

“Last Chance U” basketball coach on DeShaun, Joe and the “hard as hell” grind of junior college ball

For five seasons, “Last Chance U,” a gripping Netflix docuseries by Greg Whiteley, centered on the challenges and victories of junior college (or JUCO) football players, both on and off the field. Now, the franchise is back and the cameras are focused on the basketball players at East Los Angeles Community College as they hit the hardwood and prepare for a championship game that could result in some of the players getting scholarship offers that could change their lives

The stand-out character in this season is Huskies head coach John Mosley, whose passion for the sport and his teams has him running drills with his players and personally mopping the court because he wants to make sure that it’s up to standard. He has a huge heart and seemingly unlimited energy, which is poured into teaching on-campus spin classes, delivering fiery sermons at his church, and motivating a team filled with players who have baggage and chips on their shoulders. 

“It’s hard as hell here,” Mosley tells Salon in an interview. “But it’s my job to show these young men that there is a way out, a better way forward.” 

Mosley spoke with Salon about the unique challenges that face junior college athletes in California — a state that doesn’t offer food plans and housing for community college students — how his coaching seasons feel like dog years, and an unaired interaction with star player DeShaun Highler that has stuck with him to this day. 

Could you talk a little bit about some of the challenges — when it comes to housing and food — that Junior College students have to deal with that most Division 1 athletes don’t? 

Here in California, it’s a little bit different. In other states, there are scholarship offers for community college or junior college — JUCO — but in California, we don’t have dorms. There’s no meal plan. We do have a cafeteria, but the kids have to pay for that, which is expensive. So they are either relying on family help or financial aid, but beyond that, the kids get no help. 

For a lot the kids we’re dealing with, this is their second and last chance. Everyone has given up on them. So some of the kids who want this opportunity here at East L.A. College and are catching public transportation. We had DeShaun [Highler], he was driving from Riverside, an hour and a half each way; I had two young men coming from Santa Clarita, one driving, one catching the train. 

Then I’ve got some men who scrape together some funds and find a “hole in the wall” where a few of them can afford rent together. So that’s what they do. That’s a lot of factors, and it explains why some of the kids are so emotionally up and down. Like Joe [Hampton], he was living with a few people — ex-teammates — and then staying with his girlfriend. That can bring a lot of emotions that you bring to the court. You see them wear that on their sleeves, like “What are they going through?” and “What did it take for them to be here today?” 

I was just talking with the coaching staff last night about the over-under that everyone would be at practice today. 

Could you say more about that? About what it takes for some of them to get there? 

Yeah, and this is a real story. A young man walks into class, he’s got his hoodie on and he’s sitting in the back slouched over. The professor maybe automatically assumes that he’s not interested and doesn’t want to be there. But what really happened is that he was at home and his mom, who is a single parent — her boyfriend stays the night and starts abusing the mom. The boy said, “Don’t do that to my mother,” and he gets cracked over the head with a trophy. 

He shows up to class the next morning still. He had to get stitches the night before, but he still makes it. Then there’s those variables, again, of kids not having food and housing. I remember a kid calling, saying, “Coach, I need a ride.” I went to get him, and I’ll never forget, his mom asked, “Hey did you eat breakfast?” 

He said “no,” and she just gave him a handful of gummy fruit snacks. He thought it was normal, but he just wasn’t eating. So those are some of the things we’re dealing with, stuff that can throw off emotions. It’s so much easier when you wake up in a nice bed and have three meals a day guaranteed at the student cafeteria. 

In the second episode of the show, Coach Rob was talking about how there’s still some stigma against JUCO athletics, which can leave players feeling a little defeated. How do you all combat that? 

Sometimes — and you’ll see this in the series — we have to play into that. We will embrace the underdog attitude like, “Okay, go ahead and dominate this level, you’ve got to do something special to get out of here.” 

And I try to promise every young man like, “Look, man, if you do everything you’re supposed to do, you’re going to get a scholarship and change your life.” I tell them that if they can get through this, because I’m grinding them so much, they can deal with any adversity that they have to deal with in life. 

I can’t control all the variables. I don’t know what the heck happens when they go home. You know, are they smoking? Are they doing this, are they doing that? Will they end up in jail, which has happened in the past? Every day I say, “I’ll see you guys tomorrow,” and I’ve got to hope that all 15 guys will come back the next day.

I don’t want to spoil anything . . . but several players did end up getting offers from D1 programs, so they left East L.A. I was wondering if it’s at all frustrating to build a team, everyone is working well together, then you lose players? 

That’s the unique thing about junior college basketball. We’ve got this running joke where we say a year in junior college is like dog years, it’s like five years anywhere else because you have to make this assessment of who we’re dealing with, then you have to break them down and build them up. Then right as it’s figured out, they’re gone. It starts all over again with a new Joe Hampton or DeShaun Highler. 

Again, it’s like dog years. I’m worn out, I’m pouring all this energy and I’m exhausted and invested, then they’re gone. But the joy of seeing them at the next level is phenomenal, but then it starts all over again. 

I want to talk about DeShaun for a minute. You all obviously had a really special bond in the series. As viewers will see, his mom basically said, “I’m leaving you my son,” before she passed away from cancer, which is a huge responsibility. Could you talk a little bit about how that guided your relationship with him? 

Yeah, I’m going to tell a story that isn’t on camera in the series. We were in San Diego for a game and we’d won and for some reason, everybody’s family was there. The only person who didn’t have anybody was DeShaun. And we’re in the vans, ready to go home, and I see him walking around in the parking lot and he’s crying and I’m thinking, “Oh gosh, who passed this time?” because both his mom and dad had died. 

So I ask him what’s going on, and he just falls so heavily on me. And he says, “I’ve just got questions and I want to talk to my mom. I just want to talk to her.” And in that moment, I told him, “You’re mine forever — whatever is on your mind, you can always talk to me.” And then he dried his tears, gets in the car and goes back to being a jerk again. But to this day, that’s true. We just talked last night. 

It’s apparent from watching the series that your faith is pretty important to you. Does that guide the way you coach or interact with the players at all?

Right, I mean, I’ll never force it on anybody, but I let them know it’s there if someone is struggling. You’ve got all these young people with heavy burdens, and if they ask, I’ll tell them how I pray, how I spend time in the word, things like that. 

I think when we talk about our faith and Christianity, it should be about compassion and salvation, and that it’s always there for you. I’m not a professional, not a psychologist or anything, but this is what I have to offer. And it’s crazy, the ones who we feel like deserve love the least, they’re the ones who need it the most, because they’re the ones looking for attention and looking for somebody, and often when they’re acting out, they’re actually crying out. 

We see that several of the players come with some baggage —  tough home lives, issues with the police, injuries. Are there ever times where you feel like a player is too big a risk to bring on? 

God, it happens all the time and what’s tough is I still have 14 or 15 other guys to worry about, but I just have to kind of assess it. Joe Hampton is a good example. In an interview, I guess I’d said that we didn’t need him and I told him later that I didn’t mean to be so harsh, but while we do need him to help us win games, it can’t be to the point where it’s catastrophic to other players getting scholarships. 

You know, everybody was telling me, “Hey, this kid is a nightmare, don’t touch him with a 10-foot pole,” but I saw the diamond in the rough. He’s got some baggage and some things that he wants to change, and if I don’t help him, then who will? 

But if you don’t give up on yourself, and you don’t give up on the program, you’re good. In the eight years I’ve been here, I think only two guys have quit and walked out and they regretted it. And in community college, and the number of guys that have gone through this program, there should have been a myriad of them. 

I was curious what you think of the new sneakers that Stephen Curry and “Last Chance U” collaborated on

I have a pair and I think they’re sweet, man. I was just blown away that anybody would even think of us in this way. I mean, you look at the whole shoe, and it has East L.A. all over it, and the Husky eyes on the back? The colors are just amazing, too. 

I’m humbled that somebody like Stephen Curry and his team would engage with us and engage with what we’re doing. And in his [Instagram post about the sneakers] he talked about the grind, and yes, it’s a grind, but we embrace it. Everybody has their own grind at the community college level, including me. 

“Last Chance U: Basketball” is now streaming on Netflix. 

 

How reading aloud can be an act of seduction

Reading aloud is an activity that we associate with the cosy comfort of children’s bedtime stories. Certainly, children’s classics from The Gruffalo to the Alice books are produced knowing that when they come to be read, the chances are that an older person will be reading them aloud to a younger one.

The extensive benefits of reading aloud to children are well documented. Researchers have found that toddlers who are read to become children who are “more likely to enjoy strong relationships, sharper focus, and greater emotional resilience and self-mastery.”

Unsurprisingly, then, the American Academy of Pediatrics recommends reading aloud to children. It’s even used by sociologists as one of the most important indicators of life prospects.

But if reading aloud is so good for us, why has it become primarily the preserve of childhood?

How silent reading took over

Of course it wasn’t always this way. As Meghan Cox Gurdon, the Wall Street Journal’s Children’s book critic, points out, since the advent of the written word until the 10th century, “to read at all was to read aloud.”

Even after silent reading became more common, it co-existed with what English Literature professor Abigail Williams refers to as “communal” and “social” forms of reading well into the 19th century. Only when the voices of mass media entered the home through radio and TV sets did reading as a shared public activity between consenting adults specifically start to wane.

But as books themselves reveal, reading aloud could be more than merely sociable. It can be deeply seductive, forging intimate as well as communal bonds.

Azar Nafisi’s memoir about life as a woman and as a literature teacher in post-revolutionary Iran, “Reading Lolita in Tehran” (2003), features students Manna and Nima, who “had fallen in love in large part because of their common interest in literature.” If a love of literature draws this couple together, it’s reading it aloud that cements their relationship. The words they read aloud conjure a safe space from the difficulties of their word.

Likewise, in “Mansfield Park” (1814), Jane Austen uses reading aloud as a highly charged turning point in the relationship between protagonist Fanny Price and her recently declared suitor, Henry Crawford. When Henry reads aloud to the gathered assembly, his skill and sensitivity is such that Fanny is forced to sit up and listen despite herself.

Her needlework, upon which she determinedly focuses all her attention at first, eventually drops into her lap “and at last . . .  the eyes which had appeared so studiously to avoid him throughout the day were turned and fixed on Crawford, fixed on him for minutes, fixed on him in short till the attraction drew Crawford’s upon her, and the book was closed, and the charm was broken.”

This insistent repetition makes for fairly steamy stuff in the Regency drawing room.

Reading as seduction

Elsewhere, reading aloud goes beyond such (ultimately unsuccessful) wooing. Spoiler alert: Crawford scuppers his chance with Fanny and runs away with her (already married) cousin (gasp!).

In Bernhard Schlink’s “The Reader” (1997), reading aloud underpins the relationship between the narrator, Michael, and his much older lover, Hanna – played in the 2008 film adaptation by David Kross/Ralph Fiennes and Kate Winslet.

Whether to keep Michael on track, or out of pure self-interest, Hanna insists that Michael read to her before they make love. Only much later do Michael and the reader discover that Hanna has two secrets (spoiler alert): she is a former concentration camp guard and she is illiterate.

Here, reading aloud is not just the warm-up act but an integral part of an intimate “ritual of reading, showering, making love and lying beside each other.” Reading unites these two very different individuals both physically and emotionally. Much later, when Hanna is imprisoned for war crimes, Michael continues to read to her from a distance; the taped recordings he sends ultimately allowing her to learn to read herself.

The unhappy fates of some of these relationships show that reading aloud is not a one-way ticket to the happily ever after. But these scenes do reveal its deep sensuality. According to Gurdon, the Wall Street Journal’s Children’s book critic, “there is incredible power in this fugitive exchange.”

Gurdon also suggests that reading aloud “has an amazing capacity to draw us closer to one another” both figuratively and literally. Where solitary reading drives us into ourselves – producing the cliched image of the couple reading their own books in bed before rolling over and turning out the light – reading aloud is a shared experience.

Reading aloud takes longer, but that is part of the point. Slow reading is sensuous reading. As opposed to the audiobooks now so firmly a part of the cultural landscape, for adults as well as children, reading aloud is responsive, intuitive and embodied.

The reader is also an observer, who adapts gestures, facial expressions and intonation in response to cues. Listeners observe too of course, their attention centred on the person before or alongside them.

With conversation petering out after months of lockdown and no restaurants, museums and cinemas to go to for some time yet, it’s worth remembering that learning and romance are still to be found under the (book) covers . . . as long as we read the words aloud.

Kiera Vaclavik, Professor of Children’s Literature & Childhood Culture, Queen Mary University of London

This article is republished from The Conversation under a Creative Commons license. Read the original article.

The true story of Michel Foucault’s LSD trip that changed history

In the spring of 1975, Michel Foucault was set to lay claim to being the last great French intellectual of the twentieth century. He was about to publish the first volume of the work that would clinch that title for him, “The History of Sexuality.” Yet, fed up with the conformist and closeted culture of France at that time, he would once again seek refuge elsewhere, continuing a pattern of his adult life that had taken him to Sweden, Poland and later to Tunisia, where he had lived during the events of May 1968. So taken was he by the atmosphere of liberation in San Francisco that he contemplated emigrating and becoming a Californian. It seems then that Foucault fell in love with California. It was there that the austere anti-humanist thinker of the 1960s, who had proclaimed the “death of man” in open hostility to Jean-Paul Sartre’s philosophy of freedom, would experiment during the final decade of his life with new forms of relating to others and inventing oneself in the S/M clubs of San Francisco.

It was there also that he might be said to have become the “last man” to take LSD. Foucault described the event as a “great experience, one of the most important in my life.” Yet the French philosopher came very late to the experiment with hallucinogenic drugs. While many others would later “drop acid,” as personal “trips” of this kind were called, their cultural zenith was the late 1960s, and, in this sense, Foucault was the “last man” of intellectual note to take LSD as a part of the first wave of its use as a consciousness-expanding drug. He had been preceded by Timothy Leary, Aldous Huxley, R.D. Laing, Allen Ginsberg, The Beatles and many others. Dropping acid was a headline experience of the youth counter-culture of the late ’60s in California. Between 1964 and 1966, the writer Ken Kesey and his gang of “Merry Pranksters” travelled across the United States on a psychedelic bus, stopping regularly to throw LSD parties. These “acid tests” would be one pathway from the Beat Generation to the hippie movement in the years to come. No doubt LSD and other “psychedelic” drugs would continue to be used, with varying and sometimes greater prevalence, but never again would LSD, and the experience it afforded, come to define culture, art, fashion and style in general as it did in the late 1960s.

The mind-altering qualities of the drug were conceived at the time as part deep self-analysis and psychotherapy and part intense religious experience. Timothy Leary would even found a church, the League for Spiritual Discovery, with LSD as its sacrament. Foucault himself would agree that the experience was “mystical,” offering him “visions of a new life” and “a fresh perspective” on himself.

Some months later, in a letter to Simeon Wade, the young acolyte who had invited him to take the drug, Foucault wrote that the experience had led him to entirely rewrite the first volume of his “History of Sexuality.” He would set aside the hundreds of pages already completed, throw the completed second volume onto the fire and then abandon the prospectus for the multi-volume work. Except for the first volume, which became a manifesto for the emerging gay movement in California and elsewhere, none of the remaining volumes were ever published in their initial form.

Foucault went to Claremont Graduate School in southern California during the first of several research visits to Berkeley. Given the relatively obscure nature of the institution, his presence can only be due to the persistence of Wade, the author of a self-produced fanzine entitled Chez Foucault. Foucault is pictured there in his white roll-neck sweater and white wide-rimmed sunglasses that made him look like a cross between Kojak and Elton John.

Accompanied by his lover and companion, the pianist Michael Stoneman, Wade would drive Foucault on a journey that culminated in the acid trip at Zabriskie Point in Death Valley, the desert remains of a lake that dried up 5 million years ago. But the trio were late even in this choice of place. The celebrated Italian filmmaker, Michelangelo Antonioni, had begun filming his Californian classic, Zabriskie Point, there in 1968, against the backdrop of the student protests, the Black Panther movement, drug culture and sexual liberation. His film included an orgy at the location. By May 1975, we might suppose it was less an avant-garde aesthetic event than a hippie cliché to drop acid there. At least the trio found a less plebeian soundtrack for their reveries than Antonioni, replacing Pink Floyd and The Grateful Dead with tapes of Richard Strauss, Stockhausen and Pierre Boulez. Foucault took acid during the death throes of a period when LSD was considered as what his colleague, the historian of ancient thought Pierre Hadot, would call a “spiritual exercise,” soon to be replaced by the cocaine-fueled entrepreneurialism of the discos and nightclubs of the late 1970s.

The effect on Foucault was profound. He would indeed radically alter the direction of his research in the following years. When he finally published the second and third volumes of the History of Sexuality almost eight years later, the project put at its center the “techniques of the self ” he had discovered in the ethics of classical Greece and ancient Rome. Rather than studying sexuality through the paradoxes of repression and avowal inherited from Christianity, he placed it in the long line of ways humans would view themselves, govern themselves, and seek to moderate, control or liberate, as the case may be, what they would regard as pleasures, desires or temptations of the flesh. What moderns call “sexuality” was no longer to be viewed as a deep truth to be unlocked from within our unconscious, as Freud would have it. It was simply one more way in which we invent ourselves as human beings in relation to erotics, the household and family, daily life and ethics. Given its historical relativity, and its relation to the confessional culture of medieval Christianity, sexuality was something from which the ancients could help us escape, or, as Foucault would often put it, something about which we could at least “think otherwise.” We should not liberate our sexuality but free ourselves from the whole confessional system that predicated liberation on sexuality.

It would not be unfair to say that during the 1960s Foucault had shared in the obsession of a certain kind of French philosophy with doing away with the “subject,” a strange term that is both technical and obscure. Rejecting the subject, announcing its death or the death of the author, became a standard trope in the discourse and literary theory of Foucault, Barthes, Derrida and company. By the 1970s, the subject was explained not only as a kind of fiction of the pronouncements of the social and behavioral sciences, but as a result of the application of such pseudo-sciences within what Americans like Erving Goffman would call the “total institutions” of the asylum, the hospital, the school and, above all, the prison. The scandal of Foucault’s work on prisons, for example, was his replacement of the idea that they might deform and brutalize the human subject with the claim that in their search for greater humanism they would fabricate the very subjects that they dominated or subjected.

After his California experiences, and exposure to the “Californian cult of the self,” however, Foucault’s subject becomes a free one, an active agent capable of making itself through spiritual and physical exercises, such as people in the West might seek through mediation and yoga, therapy and “self-help,” and with the potential for radical self-transformation through extreme experiences. “To make the ‘principe de plaisir’ a ‘principe de réalité,'” he wrote to Wade, was “an ethical and a political problem to be solved nowadays.” Thus, engaging in erotic adventures, psychotropic drug experiments and the “invention” of new lifestyles made possible the transgression of the normalized self that is produced by the institutions of the modern welfare state. To put this in the terms of the American neoliberals Foucault was reading at the time, the “entrepreneur of the self” was willing to put their very identity at risk in the act of self-creation.

Adapted from “The Last Man Takes LSD: Foucault and the End of Revolution” by Mitchell Dean and Daniel Zamora, Verso Books, May 2021.

This creamy tikka masala mac and cheese is the ultimate 30-minute meal

Every week in Genius Recipes — often with your help! — Food52 Founding Editor and lifelong Genius-hunter Kristen Miglore is unearthing recipes that will change the way you cook.

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Not long ago, if you’d asked me which macaroni and cheese methodology would guarantee steadfast creaminess, I surely would have blurted out “make a béchamel,” probably followed by “Martha Stewart.”

In part, this is because I’ve seen what can happen when you forgo anchoring with a béchamel — the flour-stabilized mother of French cream sauces (which technically becomes a Mornay the moment you plump it up with molten cheese). In the mac and cheese I love and make most often, you melt cheese straight into simmering cream, stir in your hot noodles, and then have about 15 minutes to revel in glorious ooeyness, before the sauce cools into plastic sludge. (Still delicious sludge, mind you — just no longer in anything resembling sloshy suspension.)

That all changed when I made Preeti Mistry’s signature mac and cheese from their beloved former Oakland, Calif., restaurant Navi Kitchen, which closed in 2018. (1) I was first drawn in by the rich tomatoey tinge, and the promise of heat and depth from Preeti’s tikka masala spicing. But as I kept returning for spoonfuls that night and over the next few days, I was struck by how slick and un-grainy the sauce remained, despite being built on little more than dairy products, which are notoriously fragile and unfriendly to heating and reheating.

Maybe this is because that dairy leans rich — namely, in the heavy cream and sour cream — to buckle the sauce together. Maybe the full can of umami-drunk tomato paste helps. But I like to think it’s because Preeti’s recipe wasn’t a mac and cheese to begin with.

As Preeti told me, the sauce actually started as a butter chicken on the kids’ menu at their first restaurant Juhu Beach Club. (2) “Whenever I would make it, I was like, ‘This would be really good with mac and cheese,'” as Preeti told me in this week’s episode of The Genius Recipe Tapes. Another inspiration: the boxed mac and cheese routine that dates back to the late 1990s with their now-wife Ann Nadeau. “That’s what happens when Ann and Preeti make mac and cheese,” they told me. “We make it, we take Ann’s out, I put ketchup and Tabasco in.”

The cross-cultural mashup recipe found its restaurant home a few years later, when Preeti and Ann launched Navi Kitchen, a casual spot with kheema kale pizza and fried chicken and doswaffles (dosa plus waffles, another trend Preeti started). The Juhu butter chicken sauce, plus cheddar, Gouda, sour cream, and ground chile, became what’s now Preeti’s beloved, widely imitated tikka masala mac and cheese, or “tikka mac,” for short. (3)

Even as we’re tiring of cooking every night and still unable to invite more people to the table, the realities of making this recipe at restaurant scale translate unusually well to pandemic home cooking. The sauce big batches well, freezes well, and holds well in the fridge, so you can scoop out big, spicy spoonfuls through the week to sauce your noodles (or anything else you’d like to tikka mac-ify) as you go. And, as I discovered, even the fully sauced mac holds up valiantly, as long as you don’t blast it in the microwave or oven longer than necessary.

All without needing a béchamel. It never needed a béchamel.

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Recipe: Tikka Masala Macaroni and Cheese from Preeti Mistry

Prep time: 10 minutes
Cook time: 20 minutes
Serves: 8

Ingredients

  • 8 green cardamom pods
  • 2 black cardamom pods
  • 1 3-inch [7.5-cm] cinnamon stick
  • 8 whole cloves
  • 1 1/2 teaspoons fenugreek seeds
  • 1 tablespoon Indian red chile powder (Kashmiri chile powder)
  • 4 tablespoons (56g) unsalted butter
  • 1 tablespoon minced, peeled fresh ginger
  • 6 garlic cloves, minced (about 2 tablespoons)
  • 1 6-ounce (170g) can tomato paste
  • 2 cups 480ml) heavy cream
  • 1 cup (227g) sour cream
  • 6 ounces (255g) gouda cheese, coarsely grated (about 1 3/4 cups), divided
  • 4 ounces (170g) cheddar cheese, coarsely grated (about 1 1/2 cups)
  • 1/4 cup kosher salt, divided
  • 1 pound (453g) uncooked elbow macaroni, shells, or other small shape

Directions

  1. Place the green and black cardamom pods, cinnamon stick, cloves, and fenugreek seeds in a small skillet over medium heat. Cook, stirring the spices, until fragrant, about 1 minute. Transfer the toasted spices to a clean coffee grinder and pulse until finely ground (or use a large mortar and pestle). Stir in the chile powder and set the mixture aside.
  2. Place the butter in a medium saucepan over medium heat. Once it melts, add the ginger and garlic and cook until sizzling and fragrant, about 1 minute. Add the reserved spice mixture, tomato paste, cream, and 1/2 cup (120 ml) of water. Whisk everything together until the tomato paste dissolves. Let the mixture heat up until bubbles form around the edge, about 5 minutes, and then whisk in the sour cream, the cheddar cheese, and 4 ounces of the gouda cheese. Cook, stirring now and then, until the cheeses melt and sauce is smooth, about 3 minutes. Season the sauce to taste with 2 teaspoons salt, decrease the heat to low, and keep the sauce warm.
  3. Meanwhile, bring a large pot of water to a boil and season it generously with salt. Add the macaroni and cook according to the package directions. Drain the pasta and return it to the pot. Add the cheese sauce and stir well to combine. Transfer the mixture to a broiler-safe baking dish.
  4. Heat your oven broiler. Top the pasta mixture with the remaining 2 ounces gouda and broil 3 minutes or until the cheese melts. Serve immediately.

Meghan and Harry’s Oprah interview: why “royal confessionals” threaten the monarchy

The Sussexes’ interview with Oprah Winfrey is shaping up to be the most published critique of the British monarchy in years. In it, Meghan confessed her suicidal feelings while pregnant as well as claims that someone in the royal family questioned how dark Archie – her son with Prince Harry – would be. In much of the commentary, the interview has been framed as an attack on the royal family. But royalist demands that Meghan and Harry should “just stay quiet” speak to longer histories of the politics of the “royal confessional,” and how people who speak out are maligned to protect the institution.

Royal confessionals have a long history. Marion Crawford, who wrote a book in 1950 about her time as nanny to the Queen and her sister Margaret, was allegedly ostracized for selling her story without permission. Wallis Simpson, the American socialite for whom Edward VIII abdicated the throne in 1936, wrote a memoir “The Heart Has its Reasons.” In it, she sarcastically recalled the Queen Mother’s “justly famous charm” as a thinly-veiled critique.

Princess Diana’s BBC One Panorama interview in 1995 is perhaps the most iconic royal confessional. Diana told interviewer Martin Bashir about royal adultery, palace plots against her, and her deteriorating mental and physical health. Her infamous quote, “well, there were three of us in this marriage, so it was a bit crowded,” referring to Prince Charles’s affair with Camilla Parker Bowles, is still remembered almost 26 years later. Sir Richard Eyre, a former director of the National Theatre, claimed that the Queen called Diana’s decision to tell-all “frightful.”

Unwelcome confessions

Common across all these examples is that it is women who use the royal confessional to reveal their experiences.

The “confessional” is often used in celebrity cultures to manufacture intimacies with audiences. Celebrities disclose something personal and reveal their “authentic” selves. However, as sociology and media scholars Helen Wood, Beverley Skeggs and Nancy Thumin note, elite, white, male celebrity confessions tend to be treated with gravitas. But women’s confessionals – particularly women of color or those associated with “low culture professions” (such as celebrities) – are all too often treated as inappropriate, oversharing and narcissistic.

All these confessionals are described in public and social commentary as attacks on the royal family. They were – and are – considered as erroneously and immorally exposing the inner workings of the monarchy. Commentators such as Piers Morgan have branded the interview a disgrace, asking how they could be so heartless as to call the Queen and Prince Philip liars while Philip is currently ill in hospital?

Protecting power

Stories that describe royal confessionals as immoral are similarly attempting to protect the monarchy, rather than recognizing the importance of holding a powerful institution to account. In my forthcoming book, I argue that the British monarchy relies upon a careful balance of visibility and invisibility to reproduce its power. This is an ancient institution operating at the heart of a supposed democracy – not drawing attention to these contradictions is central to its survival. The royal family can be visible in spectacular (state ceremonies, for example) or familial (royal weddings, royal babies) forms. But the inner workings of the institution must remain secret.

Like Meghan, I use the phrase “The Firm,” but I use it to describe the monarchy as a corporation, invested in reproducing its wealth and power. But this is a corporation whose operations must remain top secret. Any exposure of its behind-the-scenes activities – such as recent revelations in The Guardian on the misuses of the “Queen’s consent” to influence laws that affect her personal interests – risk destabilizing the monarchy.

One moment when too much visibility was cast on the monarchy was the 1969 fly-on-the-wall documentary Royal Family, which followed the royals for a year. This has been (in)famously redacted by Buckingham Palace. I argue this is because it revealed too much about monarchy behind the scenes and threatened to rupture the precious visibility and invisibility balance. As constitutional scholar Walter Bagehot wrote in the 1800s: “We must not let in daylight upon magic.”

Like their other confessors before them, Meghan and Harry’s claims about living inside “The Firm” continue to be positioned as disrespectful, blasphemous and immoral attacks on the Queen and her family. But perhaps what we should be asking is why do so many people, and the British media, seem to have a problem with holding one of our most powerful state institutions to account?

Laura Clancy, Lecturer in Media, Lancaster University

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GOP senator suggests he would have felt unsafe had Black Lives Matter protesters stormed Capitol

Sen. Ron Johnson (R-Wisc.) is facing stark criticism for his remarks explaining why he did not feel threatened when an angry mob of Trump supporters stormed the U.S. Capitol to hinder the Electoral College certification. Twitter users were not happy with his remarks and wasted no time expressing their disdain. 

During an AM radio interview on the Joe Pags Show, Johnson suggested that he was not concerned about the Capitol rioters because they were not Black Lives Matter protesters or members of Antifa.

“I knew those were people that loved this country, that truly respect law enforcement, would never do anything to break the law, so I wasn’t concerned,” Johnson said. “Had the tables been turned, and President Trump won the election and those were tens of thousands of Black Lives Matter and Antifa protesters, I might have been a little concerned.”

As Johnson’s remarks began circulating on social media, Twitter users quickly fired back with critical responses to the Wisconsin senator’s perspective. 

“Ron Johnson said that he was not scared during the Jan.6 insurrection because all the seditionists were white,” comedian Rob Reiner tweeted. “But he said if they were Black, he would have been frightened. He actually said that out loud. Republicans are not even bothering to hide their racism.”

Another user noted how the demographical shifts in the United States may also lead to more blatant forms of racism. “As the demographics continue to shift and the white protestant majority continues to shrink, it will get progressively more vile & open,” one user wrote. “This idea that Republicans are nice people who have a different political belief needs to stop. They want apartheid rule.”

Others also recalled Republican lawmakers’ previous attempts to blame Antifa for the Capitol riots which raise more questions about Johnson’s remarks. One Twitter user noted, “Didn’t he say during impeachment hearing that Antifa was in the crowd Jan 6th and caused the violence. If that is what he really thought, based on his logic he should have feared the crowd. He is just like Trump, contradicts himself.”

Johnson has not yet responded to the critical reactions about his radio interview.

 

Michael Cohen’s repeat visits with Manhattan district attorney are “not good news for Trump”: expert

Appearing on MSNBC on Saturday morning, former U.A. Attorney Joyce Vance said reports that former Donald Trump “fixer” Michael Cohen will be making an eighth visit to see investigators working out of the Manhattan District Attorney’s office is ‘bad news for Donald Trump.”

Speaking with host Ali Velshi, the now-professor at the University of Alabama Law School explained that Cohen’s multiple visits indicate he is needed to lend a helping hand as investigators dig into Trump’s tax returns and his business dealings.

“What do you make of the fact he [Cohen] was invited seven times and has been invited back for an eighth?” hoist Velshi asked. “[Nixon White House attorney] John Dean talked about being a witness in Watergate, being interviewed that many times.”

“Michael Cohen can explain a lot of the evidence the Manhattan DA has in hand,” Vance explained. “He may have been around a lot of the transactions. He may be able to look at the underlying taxes and tell them who was in the room. He can help guide them to the best evidence and help them understand transactions that may have been criminal conduct.”

She then added, “The fact that he’s been there seven times and is rumored to be going back for an eighth time is not good news for Trump.”

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Military might, market ideology and moral posturing: A toxic combination that has poisoned America

Many of us who support government social programs still feel ambivalent about them — largely because we buy into, or are cowed by, the ideologies of free enterprise and militarism. The first holds that we alone determine our lot in life through competition and have no obligation toward others beyond taking care of ourselves and our families and obeying the law. The second exalts the soldier, who risks life itself in combat for God and country, who will sacrifice his own life for the sake of comrades (but who will also kill any member of an enemy population, man, woman or child, who might pose a threat). 

Proponents of these seemingly incompatible but actually closely aligned ideologies — self-interest versus self-sacrifice, mercenary versus military — may pose as defenders of traditional Judeo-Christian morality when it suits their purpose, but will also abandon it without fanfare when it does not. In contests of arms or money, the categorical imperative gives way to its opposite: beggar thy neighbor, do unto others or be done by, the law of the jungle, survival of the fittest, the war of each against all, my country right or wrong, etc. This turning of traditional morality on its head is passed over in silence, leaving the morality intact to serve as bluff and intimidation but also as a sop to conscience.   

Moral posturing, in other words, provides cover for amoral policies. All the professed concern for our moral peril from “entitlements” such as Social Security and Medicare (earned through wage work) — they make us soft, dependent, rob us of initiative — may sound strange coming from people who have no hesitation about flattering us, out of the other side of their mouths, as paragons of virtue and rightful rulers of the world. But they are not in fact being hypocritical. When they fear for our virtue, it is because they long to lay that huge “entitlement” pot of gold at the feet of their Wall Street patrons. Similarly, when they flatter our virtue, it is calculated to rouse us against the country’s designated enemies, keeping the skids greased for national security expenditures that dwarf those of other countries — for the benefit of defense contractors and their servants in Congress. 

“Entitlements” are charged with “breeding dependency” or being “demoralizing.” Were this really the case, the people who make the charge would be all for them. Nothing suits them better than a passive, fearful and submissive — in other words, demoralized — population. The real trouble with “entitlements” is that they encourage not idleness, but uppityness, as who should know better than the most entitled among us? “Entitlements” are empowerments. And uppityness breeds insubordination, the antithesis of the blind loyalty a warfare state like ours desires. An American should support his or her country unquestioningly — although not, of course, “the government.”  

Mammoth national security expenditures serve to justify harmful cuts to “entitlements” and other social spending. The old false pieties never die: Social programs demoralize or emasculate; morality equals hardness or toughness, equals readiness for war.  

To our moral-guardian impersonators the highest embodiments of virtue, apart perhaps from the rare saint, are the entrepreneur and the soldier — “warriors” both — not the ordinary person wrestling with his or her conscience or better angel. D.H. Lawrence championed the latter ideal of moral heroism as almost the antithesis of the former. In an article on “Hymns in a Man’s Life,” Lawrence says the “battle-cry of a stout soul” he hears and admires in English Nonconformist hymns is “far, far from any militarism or gun-fighting.” Lawrence also characterizes the hymns as expressing “the fight for life and the fun of it,” whereas to those who denigrate “entitlements,” virtue consists precisely in combat with others, military or economic, and conscience is what makes cowards of us all.  

People who start businesses are now referred to, in all seriousness, as “job creators.” The term implies that our attitude toward them should be reverential, as if creating jobs were the purpose of having a business instead of a necessary expense and, as such, to be minimized. Venerated as beneficent “job creators,” employers are free to revert openly to exploitative labor practices. Shouldn’t workers then be called “wealth creators,” wealth being founded quite openly and unabashedly on their exploitation?  

After all, the promoters of this “job creator” cant are the very people who oppose a higher minimum wage as a job-killer. That appears to include all Republicans and several Democrats in Congress. To them, negative incentives, like avoiding destitution, will do for workers: There is no need for a popular and overdue minimum wage hike. These are the same people who will, when occasion demands, sneer at the idea that corporations have any responsibility other than to their bottom line and their shareholders. Now noblesse oblige, now “Let them eat cake.” (Arizona Sen. Kyrsten Sinema, a Democrat, brought a cake for Senate staffers to the session in which she gave a theatrical thumbs-down to a minimum wage increase, inviting comparisons to both Marie Antoinette and Roman emperors.) 

However, the idea of “job creators” as by turns beneficent or cruel — today’s job creators are tomorrow’s outsourcers — fits nicely with the conceit that they represent some Supreme Authority that giveth and that taketh away. Blessed be the “job creators”! 

The now-commonplace public flaunting of religious belief is matched by regular pious tributes to the military, although Americans once boasted of not being militaristic. It was the Nazis and Soviets who paraded their military might, and we were supposed to find such displays both crude and menacing. We eschewed regimentation and the worship of force. Now it is our military leaders who flaunt their medals like the buffoonish Cold War cartoon figures of Soviet “People’s Heroes.” Cars serve as billboards for their owner’s connection to veterans and those on active duty, among other in-your-face boasts. 

A complement to “job creators” on the military side is the bumper sticker that equates the American soldier with Christ — no longer an average Joe, an ordinary citizen, but a “warrior,” a kind of superhero or Christ-like figure. The entrepreneur or CEO as God the Father, the soldier as God the Son: the humble citizen’s saviors. Moral posturing on behalf of militarism does not shy away from outright blasphemy. 

Another bumper sticker spells out the virtual oneness of Christ and the military and our duty to worship both: “The only forces in the world that have sacrificed their lives for you [you unworthy ordinary person!] are Jesus Christ and the American military.” Celebrations of war and unbridled economic competition alike reduce average citizens to worshipers.

A certain ambivalence about democracy seems natural: Who wants to be merely equal? This makes us easy marks for people with an anti-democratic agenda, especially when they dress themselves up as champions of individual liberty. Think of the popularity (though with somewhat different audiences) of Friedrich Nietzsche and Ayn Rand, whose conceptions of individual liberty exclude, as deficient in spirit, the great majority of people. In other words, they flatter their readers extravagantly as fellow members of a natural elite. Ambivalence about democracy may help explain the longstanding receptiveness of intellectuals and academics to reactionary writers and thinkers who associate advances in the general welfare with loss of individuality and cultural decline.

Because both political parties have long found common ground in keeping the country on a war footing, war has become part of politics as usual — and not a catastrophe to be avoided, a last rather than first resort. Democrats and Republicans alike manipulate fears over “national security” to boost their party’s electoral fortunes. They take turns accusing each other of being soft on defense and exposing us to mortal danger. The practice is so well established it is taken for granted. To question it marks one as politically naïve. War is domestic politics by other means, to say nothing of its place in the economy. 

Consider the fact that one reason the George W. Bush administration was so eager to go to war with Iraq was the prospect of the bonanza that an expected quick victory and the overthrow of Saddam Hussein would offer the Republican Party. Fearful of letting the other party get all the glory, not to mention the money, Democrats in Congress jumped on the bandwagon and gave almost unanimous support to the administration’s course. 

The considerable public opposition to going to war was not reflected in Congress at all. Such is the genius of the money-driven system we have perfected. That’s quite different from the congressional opposition Franklin D. Roosevelt faced in the years before Pearl Harbor, when anti-interventionist sentiment was strong both in the country at large and in Washington. But who can fault the parties for playing politics, the celebrated Art of the Possible, even if the course chosen was criminal and has metastasized into the most destructive conflict since Vietnam? It’s just politics after all, no cause for outrage. 

As we witnessed later, most of the Democrats who claimed to be outraged by Bush’s militarized foreign policy and accompanying attacks on civil liberties and international law — including then-Sen. Barack Obama — were just posturing. When Democrats subsequently applauded, defended or minimized similar policies pursued by a president of their own party, they were being honest. They do not actually find such policies abhorrent. How could they? Democrats have been dancing to Republicans’ tune on “defense” since World War II.

In fact, a few brave Democratic senators were trenchant critics of the Vietnam War, into which two Democratic presidents had waded. They had a constituency, too, among the troops in Vietnam, college students and faculty, feminists, Black militants and the public at large. Opponents of the war succeeded in getting an antiwar senator, George McGovern, nominated for president in 1972, to the chagrin of party regulars, who proceeded to undermine McGovern’s campaign and help Richard Nixon to a landslide reelection. (The party establishment’s torpedoing of Bernie Sanders, followed a similar script.) That was pretty much the last gasp for antiwar sentiment in Congress, which has reduced itself to a rubber stamp. 

The truth is, both parties have been war parties since 1945. Any confusion about this fact only stems from the parties’ efforts to outdo each other as alarmists and warmongers. Democrats, on the defensive, fought back for decades against Republican attempts to brand them as soft on communism or whatever evil we were supposed to be fighting. Now Democrats have finally ousted Republicans as the more belligerent party, and the occasional peace noises issue from libertarian Republicans like Sen. Rand Paul of Kentucky (whose politics are incoherent in other ways). Never fear, the parties come together to overwhelmingly approve bloated military budgets: Everybody wins! Along the way Democrats also began competing with Republicans over who is more friendly to corporate interests and Wall Street financiers, and Republicans have begun competing with Democrats over who is more pro-Israel.

The U.S. makes war in ways other than the boots-on-the-ground, warplanes-above kind, and those other methods can be just as devastating. Sanctions, which we deploy freely against countries that refuse to take orders from us (often referred to with the term of art “rogue nations”), should be seen as weapons of mass destruction — as they certainly would be if a militarily superior power were to use them against us. They resemble banned chemical and biological weapons in the way their effects spread and wreak havoc throughout a population. They fall short of all-out war only because – and this is the beauty part, from our perspective – only the other side gets hurt.

Let’s be fair: The once-accepted claim that the sanctions imposed on Iraq following its 1990 invasion of Kuwait resulted, over the next five years, in the deaths of 567,000 Iraqi children under age five has been undermined. In “Truth and Death in Iraq Under Sanctions,” Michael Spagat reports that the household survey figures on which that estimate was based have been discredited and withdrawn. Even the more moderate estimates of a later study covering a longer period, of 400,000 to 500,000 deaths between 1991 and 1998, are “far too high,” Spagat writes, in view of post-Saddam UN-sponsored surveys. One of them shows a child mortality rate less than half that of the report for 1991-1998 and less than one-third the rate of the one for 1990-1995.  

Spagat emphasizes the Saddam regime’s likely influence in exaggerating child mortality in hopes of getting the sanctions lifted or lightened, adding that survey respondents doubtless shared that interest. Accepting these lower estimates, however, does nothing to lessen the heartlessness of former Secretary of State Madeleine Albright’s notorious response to Lesley Stahl of CBS regarding the deaths of Iraqi children under sanctions. Albright did not in fact dispute the figure at the time, saying, “We [apparently, the Clinton administration] think the price was worth it.” She and her colleagues had made a “very hard choice,” Albright said, and the fact that they presumably had to overcome pangs of conscience about causing enormous harm — and had not given into them like a bunch of softies — made it the moral choice.  

So the sanctions on Iraq killed far fewer children than previously thought, perhaps fewer 200,000. Sanctions are less harmful than the sanctioned would have the world believe. Is that the lesson? Or is the lesson that we can find ways to justify to ourselves killing large numbers of children, just as any other warlike nation finds ways to justify its crimes? We are no shining exception. We dropped two atomic bombs on Japan, killing about 250,000 civilians, partly to spare ourselves casualties — quite likely of lesser magnitude — from a potential invasion. The comparatively low death toll from the 9/11 attacks — about 3,000 — has inspired us to an orgy of revenge with no end in sight.  

In addition, a fact too easily overlooked in the argument over numbers is that maintaining the sanctions on Iraq, after we drove Saddam’s forces out of Kuwait, was entirely gratuitous. Like the later Iraq war of 2003 and after, it was based on the strenuously maintained fiction that Saddam was somehow concealing weapons of mass destruction. Sanctions remained in place, despite Iraqi compliance, until the U.S. invasion a dozen years later. Our sanctions against Iran and Venezuela have likewise been based on bogus charges.

We reconcile ourselves to using sanctions because we see them as a way of doing good, of liberating others. The end is “regime change,” ideally without requiring direct military intervention. Yet 13 years of sanctions failed to do that in Iraq, as 60 years of sanctions have failed in Cuba, and as sanctions are failing in Iran, Syria and Venezuela. Why do we continue them? That sanctions don’t achieve their stated goals is immaterial. They are a cheap way of reinforcing our self-image as moral arbiter for the world, our assumed role of world leadership — which too many of us, including “liberals,” still find flattering — while preserving our freedom to act even more aggressively.  

Finally, arguments over Iraqi casualties, whether from sanctions or war, divert attention from the basic question of justification. Put bluntly, there was no valid justification for either. At least the U.S. use of nuclear weapons occurred in a war that began with a direct attack by a foreign power. entered after being attacked. 

We claim we want to spread democracy but our actions tell a different story. We used the 9/11 attacks as a pretext to implement an existing plan to subdue the Middle East countries outside our control — Iraq, Syria, Libya and, the jackpot, Iran — a change Israel, our Middle East deputy, would surely welcome. (Yemen became a target, too, for us and our Saudi allies, after the Iran-linked Houthis seized control.) Despite costly catastrophe after costly catastrophe, that plan still seems to be in effect, judging by the Biden administration’s actions so far. You could not ask for a more telling example of the influence of money over our politics.         

Drone strikes and targeted assassinations, which are also employed by Israel, offer the same one-sided advantage as sanctions. The fact that we consider technological superiority to be a mark of moral superiority — as did the Nazis, who pioneered missiles and military jets — makes the use of these advanced weapons more palatable. Must it take the re-emergence of a rival superpower with equal capabilities to nullify our bully’s arsenal?  

Despite how good the chances of instant glory looked in prospect, there has been no victory in Iraq or Afghanistan these many years later. The Bush administration hedged its bets by making both conflicts part of a Global War on Terror, a longterm struggle like the “long twilight struggle” against communism, which ended in “victory” — the self-dissolution of the Soviet Union — despite stalemate in Korea, defeat in Vietnam and millions of deaths at our hands and those of the brutal anti-communist regimes and forces we backed in pursuit of victory.  

Rationalizing mass killing by claiming that it serves a greater good is exactly what we accused the communists of doing? The only difference between us and them seems to be that they killed more of their own people whereas we kill more of other peoples. We insist on quantifying the death tolls from Nazism and communism, but decline to tally those for which we bear responsibility. Like former President Trump, we accept no responsibility. To dwell on those deaths would undermine support for military action and military spending, not to mention recruitment. In pursuing victory over Soviet Communism, we also helped nurture what would become our next great enemy, “terrorism.” 

When President George H.W. Bush said he would never apologize for America, he was just voicing a position that had remained unspoken, making it acceptable to say aloud. Bush decorated the commanding officer of the USS Vincennes for shooting down an Iranian jumbo jet with a full load of passengers during the 1980s Iran-Iraq war — as far from an apology as one can get. The U.S. also supplied Iraq, the aggressor in that war, with chemical weapons. Shouldn’t Iran be sanctioning us?

In addition to its political uses, war is a money machine, and the ideal war, given a professional rather than citizen military, is indeed a self-perpetuating one. The model is the war on drugs, which has had a far longer run than Prohibition did. Weren’t we supposed to have learned from that moral experiment that you can’t make people give up dangerous addictive habits by outlawing them? As with our other wars, this one is not about combating the drug trade and drug addiction — we have failed as badly in that as in our military crusades — but about cashing in on them to funnel money to the right people and lock bothersome ones away. The cost in lives ruined or lost, which are disproportionately foreign, Black or Latino — is “collateral damage.”

Despite, or because of, the slaughter we loosed on Vietnam and neighboring countries, we cast ourselves as the victims there. Vietnam is our Holocaust, as the siting of the Vietnam Memorial and the U.S. Memorial Holocaust Museum in the nation’s capital testifies. We made a great sacrifice for the Vietnamese and Laotians and Cambodians, as we have for the Iraqis and Afghanis and Pakistanis. And what thanks do we get? What a world! 

Our government encourages us to think only of our own suffering — which is never to be forgotten — and not of the suffering we inflict on others, which is never to be remembered. We Americans must never forget 9/11 or the POW/MIAs of Vietnam. If too many of us relaxed our grip on innocence, virtue and victimhood, we might begin to question war. To be ready for the next round, we must keep our collective conscience clean, no matter what. The U.S. has come to excel at creating fear of enemies who are much weaker than we are, all the way down to militarily powerless nations such as Nicaragua, Panama and tiny Grenada. Fear is the conscience-killer supreme.

Americans take credit; we never admit wrongdoing. Taking responsibility for oneself is what we preach to other people and other countries. The Navy’s recruiting slogan says it all: “A Global Force for Good.” That’s only true in a comic book right-wing world, or one in which other countries are as forgiving of our “mistakes” as we ourselves are. In fact, that is the unspoken demand we make of them.  

When Gore Vidal told an audience in 1991, the year it happened, that the Soviet Union had dissolved itself “in spite,” I doubt that even he, as unsparing a critic of American arrogance as he was, could have imagined how prophetic those words would prove to be. What a mess we have made with our punitive, self-righteous and grasping foreign and domestic policies! We were never as good as we thought ourselves to be, and now our worst impulses have been freed from secrecy and can frolic in the open — as they were in the storming of the Capitol.

What a cruel joke the idea of a “Vietnam syndrome” — supposedly cured by the First Gulf War — seems today Like the “Munich syndrome” of appeasement that preceded the Vietnam war, it was a travesty of morality and a way of discrediting any public resistance to making war. When I hear these “experts” discuss in matter-of-fact, supposedly hardheaded terms the possibility of attacking this country or that, in order to save its defenseless people, I tell myself that either I’m crazy or these people are as deranged as any Trump supporter, and even more dangerous. I’d like to believe that millions of my fellow Americans — a silent majority? — share that thought. 

People talk about the curse of oil or the resource curse, but military supremacy can also be a curse. We should have drawn a different lesson from the example of Israel. We have yet to learn the costly lesson that Britain, Spain, France, Germany and Japan — other countries that nursed outsize ambitions — have had to learn, that we are just one nation in a world of nations.  

The attempt to impose our idea of order on the world has promoted instability and violence in many places, including here at home. While the U.S. continues to play savior to the world, it preys on the majority of its own population. Our nation continues to serve as an example — and also a teacher, patron and supplier — to militaries, paramilitaries, militias, police, and freelance warriors everywhere. A global force? Yes, unquestionably. But not in the way we like to pretend. 

Little Steven Van Zandt on his live Beatles tribute “Macca to Mecca” and playing with Paul McCartney

Stevie “Little Steven” Van Zandt joined host Kenneth Womack to discuss how the Beatles gave him a career path and more on “Everything Fab Four,” a podcast co-produced by me and Womack (a music scholar who also writes about pop music for Salon) and distributed by Salon.

Van Zandt, best known as a member of Bruce Springsteen’s E Street Band, is also a songwriter, producer, actor and activist. He’s led his own band, The Disciples of Soul (who play on his new Beatles tribute album “Macca to Mecca“) since the 1980s, and since 2002 he has hosted the syndicated radio show, Little Steven’s Underground Garage. But as a kid growing up in Jersey, the Beatles’ appearance on “The Ed Sullivan Show” on February 9, 1964 (“The Big Bang of Rock ‘n’ Roll,” as he has famously called it) changed everything.


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“We [he and Springsteen] were complete misfits, freaks, outcasts,” he explains to Womack. “Thankfully this miracle came along called the British Invasion. We were incapable of doing anything else for a career. On February 8th, there were no bands in America. On February 10th, everybody had a band in their garage.”

Since those days, Van Zandt has achieved a dream-come-true of playing Liverpool’s famous Cavern Club (“an epiphany”), was on-stage with Springsteen and the E-Street Band at London’s Hyde Park in 2012 when Paul McCartney joined (and organizers pulled the past-curfew plug!), and even had McCartney show up at one of his own London gigs.

“[After Hyde Park] Paul invited me and Bruce to his Madison Square Garden show,” says Van Zandt, “but him coming on my stage (in 2017) to perform ‘I Saw Her Standing There’ was one of the most important moments of my life. It was complete closure for me.”

In terms of what makes the Beatles in particular so special, Van Zandt says their music is “pure joy,” and they were “smart and very witty…they showed us a new world.” Thanks to that influence, Van Zandt states that he’s made it his “lifelong challenge to win people over song by song.”

Listen to the entire conversation with Stevie Van Zandt, including an incident in Liverpool he likens to “paving over the Vatican,” on “Everything Fab Four” and subscribe via Spotify, Apple, Google or wherever you get your podcasts.

“Everything Fab Four” is distributed by Salon. Host Kenneth Womack is the author of a two-volume biography on Beatles producer George Martin, the bestselling book “Solid State: The Story of Abbey Road and the End of the Beatles,” and most recently “John Lennon, 1980: The Last Days in the Life.”

Bill Maher doesn’t think all of the details of Meghan Markle’s interview with Oprah add up

HBO “Real Time” host Bill Maher blasted the British royal family on Friday evening.

“Also this week, we finally got some clarity on the most pressing issue of our time: Did Meghan make Kate cry, or did Kate make Meghan cry?” he asked. “Tell me now, so I know who we aren’t talking to at lunch.”

“I’ve never understood this fixation with the royal family, but boy, this week, you’re all talking about it. I mean, you can’t avoid it,” he continued. “Oprah did a big interview with Harry and Meghan on CBS — which makes sense, because when I turned it on, boy did I see BS.”

“You can hate the racism, but not love them for everything else. I mean, Meghan did claim that before dating Harry, she’d never googled him and said she didn’t know much about the royal family,” Maher said. “Come on, Meghan. You filmed your television show for years in Toronto. Every time you bought a mochaccino, you used coins with your mother-in-law’s face on it.”

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The subversive joys of Joan Micklin Silver’s little-known New York City short films

After her passing at the end of 2020, obituaries celebrated Joan Micklin Silver’s pioneering directorial work on feature and made-for-television films like “Hester Street” (1975) starring Carol Kane, “Bernice Bobs Her Hair” (1976) starring Shelley Duvall, and “Crossing Delancey” (1988) starring Amy Irving. In the Los Angeles Times Mark Olsen pointed out that “with the recently renewed focus on female filmmakers in Hollywood, Silver’s work has enjoyed revived interest in recent years.” However, discussions of Silver’s career routinely ignored some of the gems in her filmography: the highly original, progressive, and delightful educational films she made in New York City at the start of her film career in the early 1970s. 

Silver learned how to write and direct while making these classroom shorts, and because she produced them in the city — often casting friends and family members, shooting on location in Central Park and in friends’ apartments — they capture some of the long-gone spirit of the city in this era.  Her New York Times obituary briefly mentions one of these, “The Immigrant Experience” (1972), a social studies film that she made in partnership with producer Linda Gottlieb for Learning Corporation of America (LCA), Columbia Pictures’ educational film division. Gottlieb, who went on to produce “Dirty Dancing” in 1987, and Silver formed a production company, Omaha Orange (named for the cities in which each was born), drawing from the people and places around them for the stories they collaborated on. Two wonderfully unconventional films Silver wrote and directed for LCA in the early 1970s—”The Fur Coat Club” (1973) and “The Case of the Elevator Duck” (1974)— deserve a place alongside Silver’s later feature film work, offering viewers today a cheery, fantastical counterpoint to Fran Liebowitz’s decidedly more curmudgeonly recollections of the era currently streaming in Martin Scorsese’s Netflix docuseries.

“The Fur Coat Club” (1973)


“The Fur Coat Club” (Learning Corporation of America/Joan Micklin Silver)

“The Fur Coat Club” (1973), which stars Silver’s nine-year-old daughter, Claudia, and her real-life friend Emily Chase, wordlessly depicts two young girls scampering around the city in a friendly competition to see who can touch the most fur. The girls are fearless, brushing up against strangers as they pretend to look admiringly into a baby carriage while petting a mother’s fur-coat-clad back or slithering between strolling Upper East Side ladies to cop a feel. They keep score of who is getting the most fur touches, taking turns in the lead. When they find but are ejected from fur fetish heaven, Mr. Paul’s Fur Shop, they cleverly figure out a way to sneak into the store only to end up being accidentally locked in the fur vault overnight.  This is the only scene in the film in which tears are shed, as the girls realize that they are stuck and the furs no longer seem like such fun company. The fur vault scene is shot in the style of a horror film, complete with screeching music, rapid cuts as the mink stoles appear to come to life and attack the girls, and quick inserts of an ominous taxidermied monkey face. But the girls soon realize that this is only their imagination, and so they snuggle up and go to sleep. 

A pair of leather-jacket-clad burglars break into the vault, a potentially terrifying moment that Silver disarms with her humorous approach: the girls welcome the thieves with hugs of relief delivered out of gratitude for having liberated them from the fur dungeon. When she realizes what’s going on, however, Claudia craftily slips one of the burglar’s guns out of his holster and, cartoon-style, thwarts the robbery. When the police arrive, the girls are welcomed as heroines and get to literally thumb their noses at the bad guys. Having now had their lifetime fill of fur, when Mr. Paul arrives at their apartment the next day with a pair of white fur muffs as a token of his appreciation, they put on fake smiles and give the muffs to their younger siblings. The girls have left their fur fetish behind and embark upon a new hobby: spying on the conversations of Central Park lovers with a delightfully analog system of bright red plastic walkie talkies adhered to a park bench with masking tape.  

Gottlieb and Silver were inspired to make the film by contemporary stories featuring mischievous, irreverent, and adventurous girls, like Louis Fitzhugh’s 1964 young adult novel “Harriet the Spy,” about an 11-year-old Upper East Sider who writes about people’s doings in her espionage notebook; and the 1965 movie “The World of Henry Orient,” in which obsessed teenage girls follow a concert pianist (Peter Sellers) around New York City. “The Fur Coat Club” also had personal roots: its plot was inspired by Claudia’s real-life fur coat club, a game she invented with her best friend (when I interviewed Claudia in early 2021, she assured me that she never got locked in a fur vault; that part of the film was her mother’s fabrication). Claudia, whose literary obsessions at the time included Nancy Drew novels and Madeline L’Engle’s “A Wrinkle in Time,” remembers that she would give her friend “the eye” before trying to rub up against one of her easy-to-locate targets: the endless parade of Upper East Side ladies in furs walking the neighborhood’s streets. For the shoot, not only did she and Emily get to miss school under the pretense of being sick, but they got to spend these days going around New York City “feeling for coats,” a “super fun” experience for a grade schooler. Claudia remembers the hilarity of shooting the fur vault scene during which the girls were encouraged to really ham it up with exaggerated facial reactions because the film had no dialogue. “Mom was a good director,” Silver recalled. “She knew how to get it out of you.”

The film gave its grade school audiences a glimpse of independent girlhood, modeling an inquisitive sense of play in the city that is hard to imagine now in our buttoned-up, fearful modern-day world. Looking back at “The Fur Coat Club,” Claudia Silver commented that “the world is so protective now, with so many rules. One of the charms of the movie is that it is free and exciting, almost fairy tale-ish.” It was also innovative: from its largely visual storytelling to Silver’s resourceful use of non-actors — including fur-coat-owning friends like Fresh Air Fund chairwoman and prominent trustee of the New York Public Library Sue Newhouse, who plays the glamorous and untouchable lady in white in the film, and Mr. Paul, who plays himself in the scene shot in his fur shop — showing Silver rising to meet production challenges on a small budget.  


“The Fur Coat Club” (Learning Corporation of America/Joan Micklin Silver)

The film also hints at some of Silver’s socially progressive ideals.  When Claudia rubs up against the back of what she presumes is yet another white woman in a fur coat bending over a drinking fountain in the park, it turns out to be a Black man instead. Looking down at her in a low angle shot from Claudia’s perspective, the man smiles warmly.  Claudia smiles back and then goes in for some non-furtive extra fur rubs before the two high five and she goes on her way in search of her next feel. When the police arrive at the fur shop, a Black officer is the one who gently interacts with the girls. These might seem like insignificant moments, but they were certainly intentional and important in their small way: at a time when school integration was still being debated and when social and racial unrest was peaking, such easy moments of easy interracial interaction were normalizing, not just in a place like New York City, where the film was made, but in the far corners of the country to which it traveled through the powerful conduit of the classroom.

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But why was this film made?  Adults often ask this question after seeing “The Fur Coat Club,” as film collector Skip Elsheimer of A/V Geeks Educational Film Archive likes to acknowledge when he shows the film at his 16mm screenings, which he often does since it is one of his personal favorites from his over 25,000 film collection. I recently asked a seven-year-old to watch the film and wanted to know if she thought the film was trying to teach any lessons. Her answer was no, because “the girls didn’t change” — they just move on to their next equally mischievous game. This is certainly part of the charm of the film: the un-cynical way it captures the spirit of childhood. I asked Linda Gottlieb the same question, and she said that she couldn’t imagine why William Deneen, the head of LCA, actually allowed them to make such an offbeat film. Gottlieb recalled that she and Silver really just wanted to show smart girls navigating the world, encouraging kids who would eventually watch the film to be creative and have fun. They were not interested in making a film that was “message driven.”  

Luckily for them, LCA was actively seeking out open-ended and un-didactic films at the time, and so Omaha Orange got greenlit to complete the project. The film’s study guide questions, which aimed to help teachers incorporate films into their curricula, included a series of standard issue viewing comprehension questions (“How many different ways can you remember in which people reacted to the girls’ tactics?”).  But it also laid out the ways that teachers might use the film to inspire creative reactions from their students: “Write a story about, or draw a picture of, ‘The Thing I Love Most to Touch'” or “Tell this story as if you were the girls, the furrier, the fur-coated woman with the baby carriage, the robbers.”

“The Case of the Elevator Duck” (1974)


“The Case of the Elevator Duck” (Learning Corporation of America/Joan Micklin Silver)

Based on a children’s book of the same name by Polly Berrien Berends, “The Case of the Elevator Duck” (1974) departs from the Upper East Side to bring viewers inside a New York City housing project. The film is focused on a charismatic African American boy (Silver’s ability to direct youthful non-actors in both of these films is notable) who fancies himself an undercover detective and sees the world through this imaginative lens. Gilbert’s life takes a turn when, during one of his patrols, he encounters a duck that has mysteriously wandered into his apartment building’s elevator. The building doesn’t allow pets, but Gilbert can’t resist its charms and decides to take care of it, at first hiding the duck in his hamper and letting it out for floats in the bathtub. When his mother discovers the duck, she gives detective Gilbert two days to find its owner — since there are no pets allowed in the projects, no exceptions, she is not going to risk their safe housing for the sake of a wayward bird.

After he evades some close calls with the building’s dedicated security guard, Gilbert sleuths about to find the duck’s home. Like “The Fur Coat Club,” “The Case of the Elevator Duck” has a zany sense of humor.  At one point Gilbert bemoans having taken on the duck’s case when instead he could have taken on “something more routine, like a mugging.” But he sticks to it and finally cracks the case by taking the duck to each floor of the building and letting it lead him to its apparent home.  As it turns out, the duck had been residing with Julio, a Puerto Rican boy who is a little younger than Gilbert, whose older sister won’t risk eviction either, shuttling the duck back into Gilbert’s care. Frustrated at seemingly every turn, Gilbert finally lands on an ingenious solution: he brings the duck to the neighborhood’s day care center, where there are no rules prohibiting animals and where all of the kids can enjoy its company, Julio included.  

As with the girls in “The Fur Coat Club,” Gilbert is resourceful, persistent, independent, and a creative problem-solver. His barrier to keeping the duck as a pet may have been specific to the rules of life governing his housing project, but his solution represents something universal: not getting discouraged by failure and finding inventive ways to problem solve. “Man,” he proudly says with a smile on his face after he solves the case, “I’m gonna go crazy with all of the ideas I’m getting.” 

Gottlieb recalled that when they were auditioning for the lead they were immediately impressed with Robert Lee Grant, who was cast in the role of Gilbert. He was confident and charming, a natural.  At the end of his audition Gottlieb asked him how he felt about ducks, and Grant responded that he loved them.  On the first day of the shoot, when the two ducks — one star, one alternate — showed up on the set, it turned out that Grant was in fact terrified of ducks, a fear that he fortunately surmounted during the course of filming. Gottlieb remembered one particularly difficult four-hour shoot that involved trying to get the duck to walk into Julio’s apartment. Gottlieb laughed as she asked, “How do you get a duck to turn left and go in a door?” They tried everything they could think of: food, verbal coaxing, someone from the prop department tying an invisible string to the duck’s legs to steer it into the apartment (which looked like a duck being pulled by an invisible string into an apartment). Someone had the idea to try a water gun, and so a crew member off camera shot water at the duck from behind, and lo and behold it walked inside the appropriate apartment. Gottlieb and Silver vowed never to work with ducks again.

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Like “The Fur Coat Club,” “The Case of the Elevator Duck” lacks an obvious lesson; it does not seem to be teaching its viewer anything in particular. But it depicted a smart, curious, and imaginative Black boy solving problems on his own, helping his neighbors, and being kind to an otherwise helpless creature (he expresses fear about the duck being put to sleep if it ends up at the pound or ending up “in a pot” for someone’s dinner).  Gottlieb didn’t believe in dry instructional or “message films,” which is evident throughout the LCA catalogue, over which she wielded significant influence. Take, for example, the highly successful social studies films that she produced. Instead of delivering lessons these films told stories, conveying culture and context in a way young people could easily relate to, as in Bert Salzman’s “Angel and Big Joe,” about a migrant worker and a telephone lineman (played by Paul Sorvino), which won an Academy Award for Best Live Action Short Film in 1976, or Michael Ahnemann’s “Siu Mei Wong: Who Shall I Be?,” about an aspiring Chinese American ballet dancer. Dramatic films, Gottlieb reminded me, were also savvy from the business end: they could be marketed to different teachers, in this case to social studies as well as English, thereby generating more sales and rental revenue.  

Claudia Silver recalls that her mother was proud of the films she made during her time at LCA, and was especially fond of “The Fur Coat Club,” no doubt partly because it also functions like a home movie, capturing her spunky daughter playing one of her imaginative youthful games. Claudia remembers her and her classmates’ delight when her mom showed “The Fur Coat Club” at her private girls’ school. Watching the film now brings to mind the freedom she felt as a young girl in the city, the experience of exploring New York as well as getting in and out of trouble on her own. Silver concedes, though, that the film presents this in fantasy form: she was, in fact, not allowed in the park alone, even with a friend, until she was at least 11 or 12.

Those who look only to Hollywood as the gold standard for evaluating a filmmaking career might deem these films inconsequential. However, they were important in a number of ways. They helped shape the values and creative lives of the kids who saw by showing them a diversity of young people who were competent and resourceful. The National Council of Teachers of English conducted a 1978 study to determine what classroom films fourth and fifth graders best liked watching.  Out of the 24 short films they were shown for the study, “The Fur Coat Club” and “The Case of the Elevator Duck” were ranked No. 1 and No. 2 respectively.  

Film companies like LCA were also incubators for Hollywood talent. Many future directors, actors, writers, editors, and camerapeople cut their teeth in the flourishing nontheatrical industry. Given the paucity of women directors in Hollywood in the early 1970s, this was an especially important segment of American film production for women who wanted to learn the business of filmmaking. Gottlieb doesn’t recall specifically looking to give women opportunities at LCA, but she acknowledges that as a young woman in a powerful position at LCA that she was drawn to people like her (the old boys network, of course, works the same way), and usually hired female assistants to scout for new talent and projects. This is precisely how Joan Micklin Silver got her first break at filmmaking, which allowed her to push her way into the firmly male territory of Hollywood in the 1970s when she was ready to take her talents to the big screen.  “By the time she came to do ‘Hester Street,'” Gottlieb told me, “she really knew her craft.”

“Lorelei” star Jena Malone: Lower-income stereotypes have always been “stigmatized but romanticized”

Jena Malone and Pablo Schreiber give soulful performances in “Lorelei,” writer/director Sabrina Doyle’s gritty indie drama about second chances that screened at the Miami Film Festival this week and will get a release later this summer. Malone plays Dolores, a working-class mother of three whose life changes when her teenage boyfriend, Wayland (Schreiber) returns after 15 years in jail. Dolores takes Wayland in, and he helps her raise her kids: Dodger (Chancellor Perry), a biracial teenager; Periwinkle Blue (Amelia Borgerding), who is turning 12; and Denim Blue (Parker Pascoe-Sheppard), who likes wearing Peri’s dresses.  

For Schreiber, his character is all about trying to stay out of trouble and find something good in Wayland’s life. His efforts to adjust, however, are not without risks and temptations for fast money and other women that are counterbalanced by having to manage a trio of kids — none of whom are his. Schreiber is especially poignant as a hulking man who is really a scared and wounded teen. 

Likewise, Malone’s character, Dolores is very different from her recent screen roles, as a racist Southern woman in “Antebellum” or Angie Bowie in “Stardust,” But “Lorelei” offers Malone the opportunity to go deep into her character. A once promising swimmer, Dolores is now cleaning seedy motel rooms, giving her daughter used clothing for her birthday, and paying for a dinner out with gift cards. While she cares for Wayland, and tries to recapture the love they had, she also feels trapped. 

Malone and Schreiber spoke with Salon via Zoom about their flinty roles in “Lorelei.” 

Dolores is protective, she is needy, she is stuck, she is selfish, she has pride, but she also has self-esteem issues. What decisions did you make about her character?

Jena Malone: I’d taken a year and a half off getting lost in motherhood, and it felt precarious. I was motivated but insecure. Inspired but totally tired. Had a lot to give but felt like I had an empty tank. There were a lot of dichotomies that existed in me at that time. I thought, I’m going to dive into this intense performance as a mother and I am discombobulated as a mother.

Finding who Dolores was, I looked to my own moms, who raised me in a very untraditional way. They worked three jobs and I don’t remember them ever cooking us dinner. Our food came out of boxes. I thought fish came out of a box. When I heard sushi existed, when I was 10 or 11, I didn’t understand how that was possible. I felt there was such a need to explore what it’s like to be a lower-income, single working mother who is up against the entire world and doesn’t have the opportunities for emotional growth, or mental well-being, or being able to rise out of their situation whether through money or inspiration.  

Wayland is reentering life after a 15-year time out. How did you calibrate his experiences and adapt to a world that he barely knew? 

Pablo Schreiber: He’s emotionally stunted, and he comes out having been inside to the same world not knowing how to function. He’s an adult in a world where he used to be a teenager, and all of the life experiences he bumps into are beyond his experience and bordering on overwhelming. We start to see that in his interactions, such as engaging in family life and this new way of being with someone he knew before. It’s way too much. Dolores holds his feet to the fire. What you see is that he’s a guy with a really good heart who wants to do better but doesn’t know how. That’s imminently relatable. We’re all digging in the dark and flailing our way through life.

Ultimately, he’s human and we see the choices he’s faced with, and nothing is easy for him. The work he gets is not glamorous, and he’s put into a position where he’s making a pittance. Now he has three kids. We build up a scenario and a life where there are hard choices to make. And yes, he has a former life he can slip into, and other women tempting him, and that he wrestles with these circumstances, makes him human. But you see him trying his hardest to do the right thing. You never see him taking the easy route.

Malone: Pablo anchored the film in such an interesting, de-commodification of masculinity. It was the story of the anti-masculine man. His toxicity and his divinity are allowed equal space to be talked about, and it’s not through lens of judgment. He’s working through it. I don’t see a lot of films about men that give the opportunity for growth, and the mess of it without judgment.

What can you say about Wayland’s sensitive and self-destructive qualities? 

Schreiber: There are a lot of “don’t do its” in this movie. [Laughs] The flaws of being human. He is relatable because he is not perfect. He screws up and you care about him. I knew I wanted him to be a man of great weight, and girth and size, so the performance could be small and gentle. Wayland sized up the room and was very guarded. You get that from being in jail. You assess the situation carefully before you go into it, and there’s a tendency to think before you speak and make sure that what you are going to say is what you want to say. That, combined with often not knowing what he should do or say in situations, paved the way for how the character felt and behaved.

The film shows that their lives are messy, Dolores’ house is messy. Folks would call them “white trash” but that is condescending. What can you say about their situation?

Malone: “White trash” has always been stigmatized but romanticized — it’s a stereotype, right, a very boxed-in thing, but there are really subtle beauties there that people are not invited into see because the stereotype can be off-putting and confining. Dolores has to makes choices because of her financial state, but it doesn’t mean she’s not going to try to create the smallest semblance of a life. And then there is the horrible crumble of it and living in the wreck of life. Her life is a complete wreck. And so are a lot of people’s lives. It doesn’t matter about your income status. The wreck of your life is what you allow, and she has allowed so much deterioration. But she is not fully swallowed by it. You can still want to light a candle and dance in your living room and try to lift yourself out of it, and I love that she was always looking for her lift, regardless of the wreck.

Wayland and Dolores made some, let’s say, interesting choices in their lives. “It wasn’t supposed to be like this.” The film poignantly asks, “What should have been?” What observations do you have about the chasm between the characters’ dreams and their reality?

Malone: We want to support single mothers, but as soon as a single mother puts themselves first, it’s such a demonizing occurrence. It’s not always finding support by mastering baking. Sometimes it’s doing something extremely selfish — that breaking point that could put your family in danger or completely rescue them. Most single parents are navigating that threshold constantly. How much can I gamble to make this better? But the gamble is a moderately selfish pursuit.

Schreiber: In a lot of ways the film is about people missing each other. The way their relationship builds, Wayland is very unsure at the beginning of it and she’s eager to make it happen, but they are on different trajectories. I love the fable aspect of this and that it comes from the opera and fable “Lorelei,” and this nymph that lures men to their death. There’s a constant tension — Is she the nymph luring him or is she his savior? It could be either and it could be both. I responded to the magical realism elements and poetry in it, and my biggest causes bringing it to the screen [as an executive producer] was saving the poetry of it. This is a fable about growth, and how people can change. Sabrina wanted to tell that story through this guy who has hit rock bottom and has many judgments and preconceived notions within him and how does a person like, who holds so fast to their beliefs can fundamentally change.

Italian-Americans and the language of food: How calamari became galamar and ricotta became rigott

New Jersey is a wonderfully diverse place. Though a relatively small state, it has the highest population density in the U.S. It’s also brimming with an immense amount of Italian-American residents.

I’m half-Italian, but I didn’t grow up speaking a lick of the mellifluous tongue. From pizza and pasta to “The Sopranos,” I was raised in a place where the notion of Italy is celebrated. However, it took me some time to note that this was not Italian culture, per se, but a slightly different “sect” altogether — an Italian-American history and culture that’s rich in and of itself.

It wasn’t until culinary school that I began to embrace all that the Italian-American experience has to offer, which is so much more than chicken parm. From bolognese and gnocchi to caponata and fennel, the breadth of Italian-American cuisine began to come into full view, and I’ve been eager to learn and consume as much as possible about the storied culture’s food and history ever since. (It also didn’t hurt that I have a killer Italian accent.)

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One question that inevitably comes up is the vocabulary. Where did terms like rigottmuzzarellmanigottgabagool or galamar come from? Why are they so vastly different from the technically “correct” pronunciations — ricotta, mozzarella, manicotti, capicolla and calamari  — that are taught in Italian classes worldwide? The answer goes far beyond slang.

Let’s talk about dialects

My friend Angela Gallo, who grew up speaking Italian in New Jersey and began to learn English at about four years old, spoke to me about this topic from her unique perspective. Angela noted that “the national language may be Italian, but every single town has a dialect, or a variation of the language, which is entirely unique to the people living there. When Italians first started immigrating to America in the late 19th century in hopes of a better future, the majority of them only knew how to speak in their local dialect. When these individuals arrived in America, they stuck together to face the unknown new world.”

About five years ago, Gallo actually moved just outside of Matera southern Italy, where she teaches English to Italian speakers. She adds that “the pronunciations we’re used to hearing when we find ourselves in an Italian specialty shop or talking to Italian-Americans are miles away from their real pronunciation. This is because the Italian immigrants that first started selling these products would call them in the only kind of Italian that they knew: their dialect name. And as the years passed and children took over their parents’ stores, the dialect words followed and slightly morphed, thus leading to today’s pronunciation of [certain] words.  They’re a mix of Italian dialect with a dash of English.” 

How Italian dialects gave today’s Italian-American “slang”

There is a slew of literature on these topics, going more in-depth about how vocal chords vibrate when pronouncing certain letters or sounds, voiced vs. unvoiced consonants and other linguistic details. Brian Alcamoy notes in JP Linguistics that primarily Southern dialects have influenced the pronunciation of Italian-American words, resulting in words such as rigott. In many instances, the final syllable — which in some cases is just a single letter e.g., mortadell instead of mortadella — is dropped. This is further clarified in Best Of NJ, where Fabiana Santana writes, “Italian immigrants came from the south of Italy, where it was common to leave off the final vowel in a word and to change voiceless consonants, like the k-sounds in capicol, to voiced consonants, like the g-sounds in gabagool.”

La Voce di New York states that “Italian is the fourth most studied language in the world and the fifth most studied foreign language in American universities.” Determining how many people worldwide speak Italian dialects, however, is much more difficult to pinpoint. In “Italian Speech Varieties in the United States and the Italian-American Lingua Franca,” Hermann W Haller notes that “due to the distance from the mother country, Italians living in the U.S. generally lacked exposure to standard Italian. They formed enclaves of predominantly Southern-Italian dialect speakers in a hegemonic cultural and linguistic environment which long considered Italian and ‘ethnic’ or ‘immigrant’ language with little prestige, not to be taught in the school system.” According to Atlas Obscura‘s Dan Nosowitz, 80% of Italian-Americans hail from the south. That same article notes that the linguistic makeup of Italy in the 1800s was wildly disparate, and the southern islands of Sicily and Sardinia “were, basically, different countries.” 

Forging a new community

When these individuals emigrated to the U.S., they primarily dispersed throughout the Northeast. “Italian-American Italian is not at all like standard Italian. Instead, it’s a construction of the frozen shards left over from languages that don’t even really exist in Italy anymore, with minimal intervention from modern Italian,” Nosowitz adds. In some ways, this new “language” allowed Italian immigrants to foster a new community in America. “They weren’t allowed to speak Italian here, but didn’t know how to speak English. This was how they were able to forge a community amongst themselves,” Santana writes.

Like many immigrants, many Italian-Americans didn’t teach the “home language,” hoping that this would allow their children and grandchildren to learn English and assimilate more easily into the culture — as unfortunate as that may be. However, these peculiarities obviously stuck in an interesting way. In 2021, you can overhear someone order fresh mutz at a deli or galamar at a pizzeria. While there are certainly some additional Italian-American pronunciation quirks, such as sangwich or marscapone, that may be a linguistics conversation for another day.

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The pandemic is making birds more musical

The life of a city pigeon is one of routine. Urban pigeons are, since birth, accustomed to loud noises, car exhaust and packed sidewalks. People are everywhere, all the time, sometimes dropping tasty morsels of food and sometimes getting in your way.

Life must have been jarring for them, then, when out of nowhere this pattern of human behavior suddenly stopped. The people were still there, but the are staying in their homes. Cars are still on the road, but not as many. It’s noisy, but not nearly as cacophonous.

A group of Spanish scientists noticed that birds’ lives were changed just as human lives were changed by the pandemic, and sought to study the occurrence and detectability of city-dwelling birds (like pigeons and starlings) during the spring 2020 lockdown in northeastern Spanish cities. Then they compared that information with data from those urban areas at the same times in previous years, hypothesizing that birds would be more abundant and would change their daily routines. To test their predictions, they used more than 126,000 bird records gathered by a citizen science project in northeastern Spain.

Their findings, which were published on Wednesday in the journal Proceedings of the Royal Society B, were unexpected.

“We were surprised to find a so sudden change in the daily routines of birds,” Dr. Oscar Gordo of the Catalan Ornithological Institute in Barcelona told Salon by email. “They just needed a few weeks to show a pattern of daily activity as the one observed in wild populations.”

The authors explained that birds changed their detectability patterns throughout the day during the lockdown period, with many city birds being detectable in ways that one would usually only see of birds in wild habitats. For instance, they speculated that male urban birds may have begun singing more at dawn, and therefore become more easily detectable, because the lockdowns occurred at the start of breeding season. Because the atmosphere’s acoustic properties are most conducive to transmitting bird calls at dawn, and there was less noise pollution from urban environments, they were more likely to sing at earlier times of day.

In other words, the pandemic has made birds more musical. 

“The COVID-19 lockdown provided us with an exceptional experiment,” Gordo recalled. “We removed most of the noise and disturbances to which birds are subjected to. In response to these novel conditions, birds modified their behavior. They became more active in early morning (around sunrise), as they actually do in natural conditions.”

The scientists also found that, contrary to their hypothesis, birds did not become more abundant in urban and town spaces during the lockdown period. They speculated in the paper that this may have been because the lockdowns were too sudden and short-lived for colonization processes to occur. (There were a few exceptions, with the species that did seem to become more abundant being the primarily urban ones.)

“This finding is relevant because during the lockdown there were ‘unusual’ observations of animals in urban areas that planted in the social imaginary the idea that ‘nature was getting back its space,'” Gordo explained. “During the lockdown, people paid much more attention than usual to the surroundings of their homes and they were astonished about the amazing biodiversity living close to them.” He speculated that people may have simply become more attuned to nature during the pandemic because of our stressful lifestyles.

“As people paid more attention, there were more chances to make unusual observations,” Gordo told Salon. “Furthermore, media and social networks helped to distort even more our perception by viralizing a few of these anecdotal records.”

Overall, Gordo seemed pleased with the results of the research performed by him and his colleagues.

“Our study demonstrated that birds are able to adapt really fast their behavior to make an optimal use of their environment,” Gordo explained. “Therefore urban birds and maybe other urban animals have indeed a surprising behavioral plasticity. This ability may be essential to survive in a fast changing environment, as our cities, where there are new opportunities and threats all the time for urban fauna.”


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Time to see Trump as a normal politician: grubby, grasping, corrupt and banal

Let’s say you’re an American political figure and you recently lost an election. Now you’re plotting a comeback. What would you do? Well, you might sit down with the people who ran your campaign last time and go over what happened — states you carried and why you were successful, states you lost and why your strategy didn’t seem to pan out. 

Maybe you’d sit down with some of the people who were on your campaign but left for one reason or another, listen to what they think happened, do a little probing into what went on behind the scenes — the kind of stuff you wouldn’t have necessarily heard about when it happened. What mistakes did they spot along the way? What might the campaign have done differently? 

Or maybe you’d call up some brand new people and ask them what they think you should do, what your strategy should be if you want to stay in touch with the people who voted for you and hope to inspire new people to get on board. 

Or maybe you could sit down with that well-known, well-respected political consultant who has been right there in the red-hot center of American political life, the man everybody would turn to if they were looking to make a comeback. You know who I’m talking about! Dick Morris!

That Dick Morris, you ask? The top adviser to President Bill Clinton who had to resign from his campaign in the middle of the 1996 Democratic Convention after he was photographed on a hotel balcony in the arms of a prostitute? The one-and-the-same Dick Morris who was described by the prostitute as having a fondness for sucking her toes? The Dick Morris who allowed the prostitute to listen in on his campaign strategy calls with the Big Guy, his candidate, the president of the United States?

Yes, that Dick Morris. That’s who Donald Trump met with early this week during his quick trip from Mar-a-Lago to his gilded residence in Trump Tower in Manhattan. The New York Times reported this week that Morris had been “encouraging him to take on the party he once led,” because of course the way to stay in the good graces of your party and your voters is to pick a fight with them. 

Trump is so grubby and grasping that he sent a “cease and desist” letter to the Republican National Committee, the National Republican Congressional Committee and the National Republican Senatorial Committee, instructing all three of the top Republican political campaign arms to stop using his name and likeness in their fundraising campaigns. He then proceeded to suggest that people should instead donate to his own “Save America PAC at DonaldJTrump.com.”

The RNC soon wrote back to Trump, informing him that they had no plans to stop their use of a “public figure” (i.e., him) in their fundraising efforts, which were in any case “core, First Amendment protected speech.” 

What do you figure big tough-guy Superman did next, huh? Tell the RNC to stuff it and get in line and stop your whining? That’s what “war time president” Donald Trump would have done! But what’s this? You say the Man From Mar-a-Lago, the man who when he lost the presidency by seven million votes would simply not be denied, that tough guy just sat there and wimped-out and wrote back to the RNC and just caved? “I fully support the Republican Party and important GOP Committees,” Trump bleated, tail firmly fixed between his legs, “but I do not support RINOs and fools, and it is not their right to use my likeness or image to raise funds.” 

It wasn’t RINOs and fools who were using Trump’s name and likeness.  It was the establishment Republican hacks Trump keeps saying he wants to drum out of the party, the very same establishment hacks on whose asses he is now planting placing big, fat juicy kisses.

What do you figure happened between Trump’s big “cease and desist” threat and his craven caving?  

Well, one possibility is that he turned into just another political hack and went straight back to what he does best, fleecing rubes out of their hard-earned cash and putting it where it belongs, which is under his control. He doesn’t want his followers to donate to them. He wants them to donate to him.

This is what ordinary politicians do, even within their own political parties. Politics is a zero-sum game. Every dollar going to someone else is not going to them, so they set up personal PACs and take every dollar they can get. Trump OK’d a whole bunch of leaks about what his plans were for the political money he’s raising. He’s going to endorse Republican candidates in the 2022 midterms and bind them to him with campaign cash from his personal PAC. Gee, sounds a little like a political hack, doesn’t it? Endorsing schmucks you’ve never met in your life and couldn’t care less about and then spreading some cash around.

Sen. Lindsey Graham, Trump’s part-time critic and part-time slavering fan-club cheerleader, gave a very peculiar interview to Axios while Trump was meeting with expert political adviser and toe-sucker Dick Morris in New York. “What I’m tryin’ to do is just harness the magic,” Graham said. “To me, Donald Trump is sort of a cross between Jesse Helms, Ronald Reagan and P.T. Barnum.” 

After pouring on that bucketload of faint praise, Graham went on to tell Axios what he thought Trump could do for the Republican Party while out of office: “He can make it bigger. He can make it stronger. He can make it more diverse. And he also could destroy it.”

Because Trump’s enthusiasm for broadening the base of the Republican Party beyond his MAGA-hat wearing hordes is so well known. Or not.

Graham may be a leech-like little suck-ass, but he’s always been a clever leech-like little suck-ass. He knows that Trump has always had only one big goal in life and that is to feather his own nest, which is where the “could destroy it” speculation comes from. Trump doesn’t care whose backs he walks over on his way to that pile of cash on the other side of the political river, and if they’re Republican backs, so be it.

Republicans, currently fumbling around in the wilderness of being out of power for the first time since Barack Obama’s first term, are so addicted to Trump they think they have to depend on him to win in the midterms. What they’re forgetting is that Trump turned out his voters for himself, not for down-ballot candidates. He spent more time dancing to “YMCA” at his rallies than he did introducing other Republicans. And those he did take the time to campaign for lost, like Kelly Loeffler and David Perdue, the now-former Republican senators from Georgia. As did the last big candidate he backed in an important Senate race in the South, Roy Moore, defeated by Democrat Doug Jones in a 2017 special election. The Republican Party may look at Trump as their Superman, but so far he’s been kryptonite when it comes to endorsements.

Money is the connective tissue in everything Trump has done politically since losing the presidency. In the two months following Nov. 4, he used his campaign of lies that the election had been stolen from him to raise some $255 million. Some of that money went to the RNC, but a huge chunk of it went straight into Trump’s PAC and can be used to staff up his post-presidential political activities, including paying for travel and even more fundraising.

We got a glimpse of how Republicans — even “good” Republicans — slip and slime the money they raise with the internecine warfare that came to light last week in the Lincoln Project. That group of anti-Trump do-gooders managed to raise at least $87 million during their campaign to unseat Trump last year. A third of that, $27 million, was cycled through payments to a “consulting firm” owned by one of the project’s founders. At least some of that money was used to pay salaries and other expenses of the project’s other founders.

You can expect Trump to do the same thing. Look for a similar roundelay with the funds raised by Trump’s PAC, which can be used to pay salaries to his family members, if he chooses, or to pay consultants friendly to Trump and his family, not to mention pay for travel, hotels, five-star meals and all the rest of it. I’ll bet Trump has already set up a political office at Mar-a-Lago and is paying himself exorbitant “rent” from his PAC money for the space, the way he charged the Secret Service “rent” at Mar-a-Lago and his golf courses as president.

Trump didn’t drain the swamp. He filled it up and fleeced it. This is what ordinary, corrupt, greedy politicians do. They come up with ways to use the business of politics to fill their own pockets. Trump was never a good businessman. He wasn’t a good politician either. He was always just a cheap crook like the rest of them. 

Road salt is imperiling aquatic ecosystems. It doesn’t have to.

During this unusually snowy year, the rumble of snowplows and salt trucks has become a familiar — and comforting — winter soundtrack across the northern U.S. In southern Vermont, where I live, we received more than 100 inches of snow through February, about twice the typical snowfall for that time of year. Undoubtedly, de-icing salts have prevented numerous accidents on otherwise slick roads.

Although salt contributes to road safety, it racks up high hidden costs. In the U.S., salt damage to infrastructure and the economy is estimated to total between $19.8 billion and $45 billion annually. That includes damage to roadways, bridges, vehicles, tourism, and property values. For example, salt can leach calcium out of concrete and rust steel rebar, a process sometimes known as “concrete cancer” that rots bridges from the inside with few outward warning signs.

For all their economic costs, road salts may take an even steeper toll on the environment. As salty runoff infiltrates streams and lakes, it can upset freshwater ecosystems. Authors of a 2017 study estimated that 7,770 North American lakes — about 20 percent of those in the study region — may have elevated chloride concentrations. And this number may be an underestimate, say the authors.

If trends continue, the study concludes, many of these lakes will be too salty to support life within 50 years. Lakes with roads and parking lots nearby are most at risk; 70 percent of these lakes are likely to have elevated chloride levels, based on the study’s sample.

Excess salt can damage entire aquatic food chains, including zooplankton, salamanders and frogs, fish, shellfish, and aquatic plants. At high concentrations, salt can stunt the growth of some fish, making them more vulnerable to predators. It can tilt male-to-female ratios of amphibian populations out of balance. And it can kill off algae-eating zooplankton, allowing algae to grow unchecked into smelly, goopy, hazardous blooms.

Even organic additives made from natural substances like beet juice and molasses, used to improve salt’s melting power, can have unintended consequences. One study found that two common additives, GeoMelt and Magic Salt, caused mosquito larvae to mature and hatch earlier than usual.

Flora Krivak-Tetley, an ecologist at Dartmouth College who co-authored the 2017 study, says that salt concentrations in most lakes have not reached the threshold the Environmental Protection Agency’s deems lethal for aquatic life. But salt can throw an ecosystem out of balance well before that happens, she notes.

And this is to say nothing of the enormous carbon footprint associated with transporting and distributing the salt, much of which arrives on barges from countries such as Chile and Egypt.

How, then, can we balance our need for safe roads with our duty to protect the environment?

In 2015, the not-for-profit FUND for Lake George, in upstate New York, launched an effort to answer that question. They started by working with towns around Lake George to determine just how much salt they used. Maintenance managers deployed GPS to track trucks’ speed and position, and used sensors to measure how fast salt was being released. This feedback allowed road crews to calibrate their distribution rates, saving money, salt, and effort.

Next, leaders in the Lake George region experimented with ways to keep the roads clear using less salt. They found it worked well to pretreat roads with salt brine before winter storms. The liquid prevents snow and ice from bonding with the asphalt, making it easier to scrape roads clean. Unlike grains of rock salt, which often bounce onto road shoulders, brine largely adheres to its target.

Area officials found that, pound for pound, brine was far more efficient than traditional rock salt. They could protect a lane-mile of road with a solution containing under 100 pounds of salt, roughly one third the amount used by rock-salt trucks.

Last, the towns switched to live-edge plows, which have flexible blades made up of multiple, independently moving sections mounted on springs. These state-of-the-art blades are more thorough than conventional ones. And starting with brine makes the plows even more efficient, says Eric Siy, executive director of The FUND for Lake George. If live-edge snowplows are like razors that hug the curves, brine is like shaving cream.

The sweeping changes to road care required a culture shift within the towns’ maintenance departments. But black roads and shortened plowing times ultimately convinced road crews near Lake George to embrace sustainable winter management. Over two years of using brine and live-blade plows, these communities cut their salt usage in half, a drop that maintenance officials say can’t be explained by weather variations.

The changes also saved the municipalities time and money. Siy says that the town of Hague, New York, saved $66,000 of its $150,000 winter maintenance budget last winter. If just half the towns in New York achieved results like Hague’s, Siy says, taxpayers’ annual savings would be more than $30 million.

The Lake George area’s project is one of many efforts to create a more sustainable paradigm of winter road maintenance. Road salt use is also starting to decline in other communities around the nation as maintenance chiefs exchange best practices. More cities have incorporated brine pretreatments, flexible plow blades, and truck-level monitoring into their road maintenance regimes.

“There’s no trade-off, there’s no compromise,” says Rick Relyea, an ecologist at Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute who has partnered with The FUND for Lake George on a multi-year research project studying the lake’s water quality. “It’s not the environment versus safety. You can have both.”

As America thaws out from one of its snowiest winters in recent memory, the lessons of Lake George are timely. The U.S. applies about 24 million tons of salt to its roads each year. If salt use continues unabated, the environmental costs may be even higher than we can imagine. Experts say we’re only just starting to learn about the unintended impacts road salt has on ecosystems.

A nationwide effort to move toward sustainable winter road maintenance is long overdue — and it would be well worth the investment.

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Anne N. Connor is a solution-focused science writer living in Vermont.

This article was originally published on Undark. Read the original article.

The party of no? Not as much as you might think: GOP is mostly OK with Biden’s picks

Josh Hawley, Ted Cruz, Rick Scott, Tom Cotton and Tommy Tuberville have something in common — beyond the fact that they’re all white male Republican senators eager to profess their love and loyalty to former President Donald Trump: They really hate President Biden’s Cabinet nominees.

That quintet has, so far, overwhelmingly rejected Biden’s 16 nominees for Cabinet or Cabinet-like positions, and have cast the most “no” votes of any senators. Hawley has supported just one nominee. Scott and Cruz have backed two, Cotton has voted to confirm three and Tuberville has supported a whopping four of them.

On the other side of the GOP spectrum — both in terms of ideology and fondness for Trump — are another group of Republican senators: Susan Collins of Maine, Mitt Romney of Utah, Lisa Murkowski of Alaska and Rob Portman of Ohio.

That quartet all voted to convict Trump in his second impeachment trial, and they’ve also been the most supportive of Biden’s nominees among their GOP colleagues. Each has backed all 16 of Biden’s picks (minus White House budget nominee Neera Tanden, who withdrew from consideration facing stiff bipartisan opposition).

The trends among the two cohorts offers yet another stark illustration of the difference in opinion over how the GOP plans to operate under Biden and highlights the diverging strategies at play: Shut Biden down to whatever extent possible, or hedge bets on the Republican future. Even party leaders like Senate Minority Mitch McConnell, R-Ky., and Chuck Grassley, R-Iowa, have backed most of Biden’s picks.

It’s certainly not abnormal, particularly in recent decades, for Cabinet nominations to be polarizing. But so far, and contrary to what many observers might assume, Republicans are on pace to back more of Biden’s nominees than Democrats did with Trump’s initial round of picks.

On average, Republicans have each supported roughly 9 out of 16 Biden nominees, or about 56 percent. Democrats voted, on average, for 9 out of 22 Trump nominees, or a little more than 40 percent. Biden still has several posts left to fill, including a new nominee to replace Tanden. But thus far, he’s on pace to choose more contenders that opposition-party senators can stomach than Trump ever managed.

To be sure, the former president’s nominees were more controversial and faced troubling conflicts of interests and ethical dilemmas prior to even assuming their roles.

For example, Scott Pruitt, who headed the Environmental Protection Agency until he was forced out by a rising tide of scandal, wanted to eliminate the department before being tapped to run it and was a known climate-change denialist. Education Secretary Betsy DeVos had no background or experience with public schools, and could fairly be described as hostile to them in general. Secretary of State Rex Tillerson, a former big oil CEO, had controversial foreign ties. (Although he will long be remembered for reportedly describing Trump as a “moron.”)

It’s true that several Biden picks have faced questionable pasts of their own, such as hailing from WestExec Advisors, a Washington consulting firm co-founded by Secretary of State Antony Blinken.

But relatively broad Republican support for Biden’s nominees has been notable for several reasons. Not only does it signal that his picks are more palatable to conservatives, it also reflects the altered climate on Capitol Hill in the wake of Trump’s second impeachment trial and an attempted insurrection. Trump remains a powerful figure within the GOP, but many elected Republicans, at least in the upper chamber, appear willing to work beyond Trump and gradually wriggle away from his grip on the party. 

It’s not outside the norm for senators with presidential ambitions to boycott a president’s nominees from the opposite party, which offers another potential explanation for the near-blanket opposition from folks like Cruz, Hawley and Cotton, who are considered likely 2024 contenders. 

One Democratic senator with aspirations to higher office, for example, was among the top opponents of Trump’s Cabinet and Cabinet-level choices. Out of the 22 first-round nominees, she voted to confirm just four. That senator was Kamala Harris, who as vice president of the United States now presides over the Senate and can be counted on to break 50-50 ties in the Democrats’ favor. 

Rep. Paul Gosar’s siblings say he’s a white supremacist — but his GOP colleagues stay silent

Three siblings of Rep. Paul Gosar, R-Ariz., have renewed their push to remove their brother from Congress, accusing him of being a white supremacist following his speech last month at a conference hosted by a notorious white nationalist.

Gosar, who allegedly helped organize the “Stop the Steal” rally that preceded the Jan. 6 Capitol riot, skipped a late February House vote on the $1.9 trillion coronavirus relief bill to headline the America First Political Action Conference organized by right-wing extremist Nick Fuentes. Fuentes gained prominence in the deadly 2017 Charlottesville white nationalist march and was later banned by YouTube for violating its hate speech rules. At the February conference, he lamented that America was losing its “white demographic core,” and praised the Capitol riot as “awesome” after previously musing about murdering lawmakers.

A day later, during an appearance at the Conservative Political Action Conference in Florida, Gosar interrupted a panel discussion, seemingly to distance himself from Fuentes’ comments.

“I denounce when we talk about white racism. That’s not appropriate,” he said at the event, later telling the Washington Post that he was referring to Fuentes’ remarks.

Gosar’s siblings, who launched campaigns to defeat him in 2018 and 2020, rejected his feeble attempt to distance himself from Fuentes, who Gosar met with again after the CPAC event.

“That was the most nebulous, nonsensical response when I heard about it,” Jennifer Gosar, the youngest of the congressman’s nine siblings, said in an interview with Salon. “Because what’s ‘white racism’? Excuse my language — what the fuck is that? Seriously. I thought that was nebulous as hell. … It’s that word salad, nonsensical, non-sequential kind of thinking that he’s used publicly for years now.”

Gosar did not mention AFPAC or Fuentes by name during his comments at CPAC. Nor has he tried to distance himself from the Proud Boys after posing for a photo with a known member last year, nor from the Oath Keepers, which have promoted his comments predicting a coming “civil war” in recruitment videos. Members of both groups face conspiracy charges after they were seen in videos coordinating with each other during the riot.

“It’s a word game these people are playing,” said Dave Gosar, the congressman’s younger brother. “Ask him, do you denounce Nick Fuentes? Do you denounce the Oath Keepers? Do you denounce the Proud Boys? Watch — he won’t denounce that.”

Gosar’s office did not respond to questions from Salon.

Tim Gosar, another of the congressman’s younger brothers, pointed out that Fuentes launched a fundraising campaign to defend Gosar after his appearance at AFPAC.

“He doesn’t have any way to be able to denounce them, because he is them,” Tim said. “And he’s raising money off this. That’s the most despicable part about it. He’s using these people to raise money for him.”

Whatever the significance of his CPAC comments may be, Gosar later tweeted out a cartoon of a sex worker that included the motto of Fuentes’ America First group.

All three Gosar siblings said they believe their brother’s efforts to cozy up to the group show he is a white supremacist.

“Absolutely,” said Dave. “Clearly,” added Tim.

But the siblings, who fell out with the congressman years ago over what Dave described as “race-baiting, racism and anti-Semitism,” said there was little indication of extremism before he entered politics.

“It’s political, absolutely,” said Dave, an attorney in Jackson, Wyoming. “I don’t think he stands for anything. I don’t think he has any character left. It’s like, ‘What do I need to say? Who do I need to pander to to get money or get ahead?’ … This is who Paul is. But you know what, ultimately it doesn’t matter. I mean, how many people actually believed in the Nazi Party at the time, and all that bullshit? Did it matter? No, because it ended up continuing that momentum, continuing their takeover of power and the ultimate disaster that happened.

“So it doesn’t really matter what you actually believe inside when you are lending yourself, your name, your influence and energy to a movement. You don’t get to say you’re not a white supremacist when you endorse white supremacists. You just don’t get to. You passed that Rubicon, you crossed it.”

Tim interjected to add that he views his brother as a “very small man in mind, in heart, and the attributes that really matter in life.”

“He’s literally scared of his own shadow,” he said. “That’s what kind of person we’re talking about here. Is he a white supremacist for political gain? Absolutely. Is he a white supremacist because he’s a ‘scared of his own shadow’ guy? Yeah, he is that too.”

Former Republican lawmakers have called on the party to strip Gosar of his committee assignments and condemn his appearance at AFPAC, but so far the party has remained silent on the topic. The Southern Poverty Law Center said in a statement to Salon that it was “unimaginable” that Gosar’s colleagues would not hold him accountable for participating in a “gathering of white nationalists.” The sole GOP exception has been Rep. Liz Cheney, R-Wyo., who recently drew intraparty condemnation after speaking out against Trump and Rep. Marjorie Taylor Greene, R-Ga.

“I think the organization that [Gosar] spoke to is one that has expressed views that are clearly racist. … This is not the kind of an organization or an event that other members of Congress should be participating in,” Cheney told Politico, adding that the party has to “stand against white supremacists, stand against anti-Semitism.”

Gosar’s siblings expressed disappointment that Democratic leaders have been silent as well, arguing that the congressman should be stripped of his committee assignments, as Greene was, and denounced by the party like former Rep. Steve King, R-Iowa, who also spoke at AFPAC.

“Nobody in leadership says anything. There’s no pushback whatsoever,” said Dave. “Here’s a guy actually associating himself with a Holocaust denier who said just the most despicable things about the Holocaust and Jim Crow and all this stuff. Not a peep from Nancy Pelosi, Chuck Schumer, of course Republicans.”

Rep. Jamie Raskin, D-Md., the lead impeachment manager in Trump’s trial on a charge of inciting the riot, has been a rare exception.

“The idea that a sitting member of Congress would go and show his support and solidarity for racist white nationalists is an outrage,” he told Politico earlier this month. “But it is a terrible statement about the moral deterioration of the Republican Party. I would hope that the Republican caucus would immediately take action against members who are consorting with white nationalists.”

Jennifer, a linguist and interpreter in Seattle, also called out Gosar’s financial backers at the American Dental Association PAC and other dental groups that have donated hundreds of thousands to the former dentist’s campaigns.

“They haven’t denounced it yet,” she said. “A major organization for health care. What have they got from Paul Gosar’s presence in Congress for dental access, for dental health, for general access to health care or support for people? They got tax breaks. And they still won’t denounce him.”

Dave also questioned why Democrats have not focused more on Gosar in their response to the Capitol riot, noting that a recent lawsuit filed by Rep. Eric Swalwell, D-Calif., named Rep. Mo Brooks, R-Ala., who allegedly “schemed up” the Jan. 6 rally with Gosar, organizer Ali Alexander, and Rep. Andy Biggs, R-Ariz. For unclear reasons, the suit did not name Gosar.

“Does he have to show up at Nancy [Pelosi’s] house and burn a cross on her lawn? Does he have to do that for her to give her attention?” Dave asked. “There seems to be some kind of bubble around him where he won’t get criticized by other members of Congress, which is just unbelievable to me.”

Some progressive lawmakers have not hesitated to denounce Gosar. Rep. Pramila Jayapal, D-Wash., the chairwoman of the Congressional Progressive Caucus, this week called for an ethics investigation into Gosar, as well as Brooks and Rep. Lauren Boebert, R-Colo., accusing the lawmakers of “instigating and aiding” the riot.

“Representative Gosar has not released any statement across his public platforms denouncing the rioters or apologizing for his previous statements or role in inciting violence,” Jayapal wrote.

Rep. Zoe Lofgren, D-Calif., the chairwoman of the House Administration Committee, issued a 2,000-page report last month detailing thousands of social media posts by Republican lawmakers that spread lies about the election before and after the Capitol riot. Tweets posted by Gosar took up 177 pages of the report.

Freshman Rep. Cori Bush, D-Mo., proposed a bill to remove members who “incited” the riot from Congress.

Dave Gosar echoed Bush in calling to use the 14th Amendment to remove his brother and others, arguing that they have “forfeited” the right to be members of Congress. Legal experts have noted that the 14th Amendment has never been used to expel a member, and that the third clause of the amendment — which allows Congress to exclude representatives who have “engaged in insurrection or rebellion … or given aid or comfort to the enemies thereof” — has never been tested in the Supreme Court. Using this to remove members would be a difficult task, law professors told Roll Call. Dave Gosar says Democratic leaders should make an example of his brother.

“You have the power to do this but the Democrats are so incredibly weak,” he said. “I mean, what does it take? Would Nancy Pelosi or any member of Congress, Chuck Schumer, would they have to actually get hurt before they get their attention?”

Jennifer argued that Democrats were more forceful in going after Greene even though Rep. Gosar “has a much longer history of bigoted comments, white nationalist ties,” as well as a record of pushing Trump’s “big lie” about nonexistent election fraud.

“It’s a sexist double standard between the two of them, honestly,” she said. “He’s had the platform longer so I think he’s actually more of a danger in that respect and should be censured [and] stripped of all committee assignments.”

Tim argued that punishing his brother should be a job for law enforcement agencies and prosecutors. While Justice Department prosecutors are going after the “dummies that stormed the Capitol,” he said, they should focus on the “people that masterminded it like Paul, like Trump, like Biggs, like Brooks.”

Gosar, Tim said, is “Trump’s right-hand guy in this whole thing. He just is. He’s as deeply connected to Trump and this insurrection as anybody, or more so.”

The Gosar siblings acknowledged that their campaigns to remove their brother from Congress have been difficult on their family. Their mother told The New York Times in 2018 that she was “crushed” by the campaign against her son and said she shares “the same philosophy and policies that Paul does.”

Dave said their mother agrees with Paul because she relies on Fox News’ prime-time opinion shows for news coverage, and “would rather do that and push away most of her children to hold on to that cultish lie and be in that cult.”

“This hate and this anger and all this stuff that [Paul Gosar and his mother] hold onto, that’s the core of them,” he added. “If they give that up, they’re lost.”

The siblings said they decided to speak out not out of any longstanding grievance but because they did not want to be tied to their brother’s racism.

“We would have all been painted with that brush, ‘You guys, the Gosars, that white supremacist family,'” Dave said. “We can’t be vocal enough, because we want to make sure. We want him out because he’s a dangerous, unhinged person. But we also want to make sure that it’s crystal clear we want nothing to do with this.”

Tim said that since the siblings started speaking out their brother has grown more dangerous, pushing to downplay the coronavirus pandemic before Arizona’s caseload exploded and pushing to repeal Obamacare, which his siblings say they rely on for health coverage.

“You’ve got somebody that’s not only lying to people but he’s putting them in harm’s way,” Tim said. “You could go on and on about this stuff and the things that he’s done. So I want you to realize that this just isn’t about the Affordable Care Act. It’s about the environment, it’s about separating kids, it’s about giving people that are at risk even more advantages in life, it’s about COVID and people’s ability to live and thrive. This guy is a danger to people. We want people to realize that’s who he is.”

The Supreme Court won’t restore voting rights — but abolishing the filibuster will

One of the first lessons attorneys involved in high-stakes litigation learn is that it sometimes pays not to say the quiet part out loud, lest your client’s true intentions be revealed.

Michael A. Carvin, a highly respected partner in the powerful Jones Day law firm based in Washington, D.C., may have forgotten this lesson during the oral arguments conducted by the Supreme Court on March 2 in a pair of appeals from Arizona involving Section 2 of the Voting Rights Act (VRA). In a shocking comment made toward the end of his presentation, Carvin revealed the Republican Party’s entrenched and dedicated commitment to partisan advantage and voter suppression. In the process, however, Carvin may have unwittingly opened the door to abolishing the legislative filibuster and enacting H.R. 1, the landmark omnibus voting rights bill entitled the “For the People Act of 2021” that has passed the House and is now pending before the Senate.

The Arizona cases don’t concern H.R. 1 or the filibuster directly. They involve a 2016 state statute that criminalizes the collection of ballots by third parties (a practice called “ballot harvesting”); and a state policy that strictly prohibits voters from casting ballots outside of their registered precincts.

Representing the Arizona Republican Party, Carvin argued that neither the statute nor the out-of-precinct prohibition runs afoul of Section 2, which bars racial discrimination in voting. Carvin contended Arizona’s law and practices should be upheld because they are racially neutral and don’t deny anyone the opportunity to vote.

Attorneys representing the Democratic National Committee countered that Arizona’s practices disproportionately burden Native American, Latino and Latina, and Black voters, who have higher rates of residential mobility than white voters (causing them to move out of their assigned precincts more frequently than white voters), and who are more likely to rely on neighbors and friends to deliver absentee ballots to polling places because they don’t own cars or have access to dependable public transportation to vote in person.

Although both the statute and the precinct rule in fact depress minority voter turnout, Carvin and the GOP are likely to prevail in the Supreme Court. Despite the high court’s rejection of Donald Trump’s baseless voter fraud lawsuits to overturn the results of the presidential election, the court has an abysmal record on voting rights in general.

In 2013, the court gutted Sections 4 and 5 of the VRA in the infamous case of Shelby County v. Holder in a 5-4 majority opinion written by Chief Justice John Roberts. Prior to Shelby, states and localities with histories of voting discrimination had to obtain advance approval (a process called “preclearance”) from either the Justice Department or a federal court sitting in Washington, D.C., before implementing changes to voting procedures.

Post Shelby, the preclearance requirement is gone. Disadvantaged voters now have to initiate and fund lawsuits challenging unfair practices under Section 2 of the VRA. The Arizona cases threaten to gut Section 2 as well.

In the aftermath of Shelby, voter suppression tactics have proliferated across the country. They range from restrictive voter ID laws and extreme gerrymandering to the closing of polling stations and limits placed on early and absentee voting. If anything, the pace of voter suppression is accelerating in the wake of Trump’s defeat. Since the election, according to the Brennan Center for Justice, Republican lawmakers in 43 states have “carried over, prefiled, or introduced 253 bills with provisions that restrict voting access.”

During his argument in the Arizona cases, Carvin unintentionally confirmed the need for enacting H.R. 1 and for abolishing the filibuster in a colloquy with Justice Amy Coney Barrett.

“What’s the interest of the Arizona RNC here in keeping, say, the out-of-precinct voter ballot disqualification rules on the books?” Barrett asked.

“Because it puts us at a competitive disadvantage relative to Democrats,” Carvin answered. “Politics is a zero-sum game, and every extra vote they get through unlawful interpretations of Section 2 hurts us. It’s the difference between winning an election 50 to 49 and losing an election 51 to 50.”

As a purely legal matter, Carvin wasn’t wrong to point out the partisan interests served by Arizona’s out-of-precinct and vote-harvesting prohibitions. Just two years ago, the Supreme Court handed down a pair of decisions declaring that partisan gerrymandering — the practice of dividing up a state’s electoral districts so as to entrench the party in power — was a “nonjusticiable” issue outside of the jurisdiction of the federal courts.

Politically, however, Carvin’s answer amounted to an admission that for real-world purposes, the challenged Arizona practices aren’t neutral at all. To the contrary, they were crafted for the purpose of undermining the political influence of minority populations who tend to vote Democratic.

Although the word “filibuster” was not uttered during the oral arguments on the Arizona cases, Senate Democrats will have little choice but to take heed of Carvin’s remarks and marshal the courage and unity needed to pass H.R. 1 over a Republican filibuster should the Supreme Court rule in the GOP’s favor and adopt another crippling interpretation of the VRA.

Abolishing the filibuster would be an accomplishment of historic proportions. The filibuster has been part of Senate procedure since the 19th century as a means of thwarting majority rule. In more recent times, it has been used by segregationists and obstructionists to block anti-lynching and civil rights legislation as well as a proposed constitutional amendment to replace the electoral college with a popular vote for president.

In its current form, the filibuster operates pursuant to Senate Rule XXII, which stipulates that a vote of three-fifths of the upper chamber is required for “cloture” (ending debate) on any pending legislation or resolution. To complicate matters further, rule XXII also specifies that invoking cloture on a motion to change Senate rules requires a two-thirds vote.

Given these thresholds, it is extremely doubtful that rule XXII and the filibuster will be repealed entirely. What can be done, however, by a simple majority vote is what has come to be called the “nuclear option,” a complex parliamentary maneuver that allows a majority of the Senate to pass legislation on a specific issue. The nuclear option was deployed by Senate Democrats in 2013 to end the filibuster and the 60-vote cloture rule on lower-court federal judicial nominations, and by Senate Republicans in 2017 to end the cloture rule and the filibuster for nominees to the Supreme Court.

The nuclear option can and must be used again to avoid a Senate filibuster on H.R.1. If ratified, H.R. 1 would amend campaign finance laws, limit partisan gerrymandering and create new ethics rules for federal officials and Supreme Court justices, among other reforms. It also calls on Congress to restore the full VRA.

To invoke the nuclear option on H.R. 1 and voting rights, maximum public pressure must be brought to bear on the Senate’s two most conservative Democrats — Joe Manchin of West Virginia and Kyrsten Sinema of Arizona — to fall in line, lest the Democrats lose control of both the House and Senate not only in 2022, but for years to come. Arizona is just the tip of the voter-suppression iceberg.

Fortunately, the filibuster is not rooted in the Constitution. It was created by the Senate, and it can be ended or modified by the Senate. To quote a recent column penned by Salon writer Amanda Marcotte, Democrats won’t just be “failing themselves if they don’t end the filibuster”; they will be “failing democracy itself.”