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Saturday, 15 September 2018 10:29

Taibbi writes: "Andrew Cuomo won the Democratic primary last night in the New York gubernatorial race, a high-profile win over celebrity actress Cynthia Nixon that has some convinced all is right in the Democratic world again."

Andrew Cuomo. (photo: Drew Angerer/Getty Images)
Andrew Cuomo. (photo: Drew Angerer/Getty Images)


Cuomo's Win: It's All About the Money

By Matt Taibbi, Rolling Stone

15 September 18


The New York governor’s victory over Cynthia Nixon furthers the myth of the ‘inevitable’ candidate

ndrew Cuomo won the Democratic primary last night in the New York gubernatorial race, a high-profile win over celebrity actress Cynthia Nixon that has some convinced all is right in the Democratic world again. Politico is already touting Cuomo as a presidential candidate, despite the fact that he just swore he would serve four years in Albany unless “God strikes me dead.”

Cuomo won by a fair margin, by about 65 percent to 35 percent, which wasn’t exactly a surprise. He spent over $16 million in a period of six weeks this summer, or about 25 times what Nixon was spending. At various times in the campaign, Cuomo has had 50 times as much cash as his opponent.

Cuomo has always been significantly backed by real estate developers and by the finance sector, and leaned heavily on big donors. Last year, The New York Times reported that 99 percent of Cuomo’s donations since 2015 had been over $1,000. He insisted this year that this donor base had changed (although the stats seem to have been affected by shady episodes like a single donor sending in $1 69 times).

Nixon, meanwhile, boasted that some 97 percent of her donations were less than $200. She received more of these small donations in the first 24 hours after announcing her campaign in March than Cuomo had since 2011.

The Cuomo-Nixon race went according to an increasingly common pattern. One candidate takes all the money and is not just substantially supported by the very industries he or she is charged with overseeing, but also may have a corresponding lack of grassroots financial support.

Call this candidate the pole-sitter. He or she will start the race with a massive war chest, but will face the not-insignificant challenge of converting a few big chunks of money into many votes.

Meanwhile, in the newly competitive world of blue-state politics, there is more and more often a noisy progressive challenger. This person likely hails from the Justice Democrats/Our Revolution family, runs on an anti-corporate platform, and may eschew corporate money.

This candidate’s task will be the opposite: attempting to convert a foundation of small donations into the kind of widespread media saturation that’s still usually needed to win.

Another common feature of these races is that the party apparatus, rather than staying neutral, may actively campaign against the progressive challenger.

Earlier this year, when a tape leaked of longtime Democratic Rep. Steny Hoyer urging prototypical “noisy challenger” Levi Tillemann to drop out of a Colorado congressional race, the Democratic Congressional Campaign Committee issued a statement saying openly, “We reserve the right to get involved in primaries to ensure that there is a competitive Democrat on the ballot.”

Putting aside the question of whether or not this is fair – many people believe such intervention is justified, either on electability grounds or in cases where the challenger is “not a Democrat” – it’s clear by now that many Democrats take for granted that this dynamic exists. In the Nixon race the pattern held with a state-party release of a sleazy last-week flier accusing Nixon of anti-Semitism.

Lastly, big-media endorsements of the big-money candidates are also more or less automatic. That dynamic held to form in the Cuomo-Nixon race, where The New York Times of course came out in favor of the Gov.

The Times “endorsement” of Cuomo was hilarious, though. An obituary of Ted Kaczynski might have been more complimentary. “He has done little to combat the corruption in the Legislature and his own administration,” the paper said, adding that the “case for change” is “not hard to make.”

But Nixon’s “lack of experience” was enough to keep the Times from calling for the removal of the “formidable political animal” Cuomo, who, the paper said, might at last have “scented a change in the wind.”

This is the last part of the script. When the big-money, institutionally supported candidate wins in the primary, as is usually the case in a world where paid and unpaid media still matter a lot (it’s not an accident that many of the high-profile insurgent wins, like that of Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, took place in races big media outlets simply forgot to cover), we quickly hear reassuring bromides from the pundit class.

Post-primary, we’re told the system worked, and the longtime insider has been forced to “move to the left” by the insurgent. Usually the good news involves long-overdue shifts on social issues. The Times today noted, “Mr. Cuomo embraced a series of liberal ideas soon after her entry, including moving toward legalizing marijuana [and] extending voting rights to parolees,” among other things.

In fact, the insider’s policy changes are sometimes pointed to as the actual reason for the primary win. “Andrew M. Cuomo Defeats Cynthia Nixon After Move to the Left,” is the Washington Post headline today.

The defeated challenger often takes solace in having moved the needle this way. Nixon tweeted, “We moved issues of racial and economic justice to the forefront.”

The Nixon-Cuomo race was fascinating in many ways. Still, there’s a danger in becoming too accepting of a narrative that has already become formulaic in media coverage of these races.

The Clinton-Sanders race was in many ways a preview of how both the press and the party want voters to view these contests. Politico put it best when it told voters back in January 2016 that the Sanders-Clinton choice represented the difference between a “symbolic candidacy and a real one.”

The New Yorker’s John Cassidy went further back in 2015, mock-welcoming Sanders into the race on the grounds that the Vermont socialist would “occupy the space to the left of Clinton, thus denying it to more plausible candidates, such as Martin O’Malley.”

Moreover, as a supposedly can’t-win advocate for policies that are “eminently defensible, if not realistic,” Sanders would “provide a voice to those Democrats who agree with him that the U.S. political system has been bought, lock, stock, and barrel.”

In much the same way, the national party would love for the Cuomo race to become the template for how Democrats can “have a voice” without much having to actually change. Sure, by all means, let’s have a rabble-rousing challenger who swears off corporate cash and allows the base to blow off some steam.

The insider can even make a concession or two, so voters feel like they had an impact. The media can give that dynamic a snappy name, like theCynthia effect,” a way to place “reformist pressure” on the inevitable winner.

There will be an appeal to this kind of storyline for many. But it can also distract from the reality of these races. The issue that’s dividing Democrats is not marijuana legalization, or a $15 minimum wage, or body cameras for cops, or any of a dozen other things.

The issue is money. The “real” candidate is inevitably the one that lets donations from Wall Street and the pharmaceutical industry and big tech and military contractors come pouring in. That candidate will always, 100 percent of the time, end up voting against an obvious reform or worsening an existing law.

Meanwhile, the arguments against the “electability” of insurgent candidates are usually based on the idea that their policy proposals are too fanciful. We can’t afford free college; single-payer health care would cost too much (Nixon was accused of wanting to “double New York’s budget” with her health plan); and too much reigning in of Wall Street is “demonizing the rich.”

No one ever just comes out and says it: We have no idea how to run a national race without Wall Street money. The national party has been dependent on corporate cash for so long that it derides as uncompetitive the idea of running without it. And the press has mostly gone along with this narrative.

In the short term, it may be reassuring to read about having an “effect” on a Cuomo or a Schumer or whatever other big-business vassal the party is choosing to celebrate this week. And campaigns like Nixon’s do go a long way toward institutionalizing the idea that such candidates will at least face a workout in the primary.

But the endgame to creating a true opposition – a permanent counterpart to the CEO class, which is already fully represented by the Republican Party – is finding a way to win, not place, without the money. That reality is getting closer. But as last night’s “easy” primary win showed, it may still be far off.

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The Perfect Storm: How Climate Change and Wall Street Almost Killed Puerto Rico Print
Written by <a href="index.php?option=com_comprofiler&task=userProfile&user=5641"><span class="small">Jeff Goodell, Rolling Stone</span></a>   
Saturday, 15 September 2018 08:17

Goodell writes: "Puerto Rico has not recovered. In fact, it's arguably as close to collapse as it has ever been."

A woman tries to walk out from her house after the area was hit by Hurricane Maria in Salinas, Puerto Rico. (photo: Carlos Garcia Rawlins/Reuters)
A woman tries to walk out from her house after the area was hit by Hurricane Maria in Salinas, Puerto Rico. (photo: Carlos Garcia Rawlins/Reuters)


The Perfect Storm: How Climate Change and Wall Street Almost Killed Puerto Rico

By Jeff Goodell, Rolling Stone

15 September 18


President Trump recently deemed his Hurricane Maria response “incredibly successful,” “unprecedented” and an “unsung success.” Nearly 3,000 people died. This is how it happened.

t has been a year since Hurricane Maria wiped out Puerto Rico. If you drop onto the island for a visit, the recovery looks almost complete. The San Juan airport is crowded, the cruise ships are docking on schedule, and the piña coladas are flowing in Old San Juan. The lights work and your cellphone gets pretty good reception. If you ignore a few dead traffic signals and bent road signs, you might even be able to fool yourself into thinking nothing ever happened.

But Puerto Rico has not recovered. In fact, it’s arguably as close to collapse as it has ever been. The power is on and the roads are open, but if you look closely, the entire island is held together with duct tape and baling wire. Tens of thousands of people are still living under the blue tarps that were installed by the Federal Emergency Management Agency on houses that had their roofs blown off during the storm. Engineers are still discovering bridges that are in danger of collapsing, and every time it rains, new leaks are found in concrete foundations. Unlike, say, New York after Hurricane Sandy, there is no sense that the rebuilding is guaranteed, or that there is a better future ahead. Many Puerto Ricans I meet feel that with one more modest storm, it will all come tumbling down again. “The whole territory is suffering from PTSD,” Andrés W. López, a prominent San Juan lawyer and Democratic Party fundraiser, tells me.

The grief and pain erupt in surprising ways. In June, I was visiting the remote mountain town of Utuado, where power was still out in places and dozens of houses had tumbled down the mountainside, when I saw pictures on my Twitter feed of a spontaneous protest occurring that afternoon in front of the capitol building in San Juan. A few days earlier, a bombshell study conducted by Harvard University and published in the prestigious New England Journal of Medicine had suggested that the number of deaths that could be attributed to Hurricane Maria, which the Puerto Rican government officially estimated at 64, was more like 4,500. (In August, a new study by George Washington University, using a different methodology from Harvard, put the death toll at 2,975.) To honor and memorialize the uncounted dead, people from all over the territory were leaving empty shoes at the capitol.

In San Juan, the capitol sits on a stately bluff overlooking the Atlantic. By the time I arrived that evening, hundreds of pairs of shoes — running shoes, high heels, children’s sneakers — were lined up in rows in the public square between the capitol and the ocean. Many had notes attached, including this one beneath a new pair of loafers: “I bought you a new pair of shoes because you died barefoot. I adore you, daddy.” A small crowd walked among the shoes, their eyes blank with grief.

I talk with Juan Reus, 62, who had come to memorialize friends and family he lost in the storm: His father-in-law died in a nursing home that had lost power, another friend was burned to death in a gas explosion, a third died of leptospirosis, an infection caused by bacteria found in animal urine and spread through floodwaters. He tells me of a man whose father lay dead in his home for two days after the storm because the roads were so badly damaged they couldn’t get him to the morgue. In the mountains, he says, it was even worse: “Eventually, they had to bury [people] in their backyard.”

Reus looks over the sea of shoes and the ghosts of lost Puerto Ricans who seem to inhabit them. “Hurricane Maria,” he says, “hit us like an atomic bomb.”

He’s right. Maria may have been a force of nature, but the disaster itself was largely man-made. Hurricanes have been sweeping through Puerto Rico for thousands of years. This was a manufactured catastrophe, created by an explosive mix of politics, Wall Street corruption, poor planning and rising carbon pollution.

As the climate warms, our world is changing fast: Temperatures are rising, rainfall is getting more extreme, droughts are persisting and hurricanes are getting more intense. Craig McLean, assistant administrator of scientific research for the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration, calls it “the new normal.” When extreme weather collides with -civilization, the results are deadly — and expensive. 2017 was the costliest year on record for natural disasters in the United States, which included drought, wildfires and six major hurricanes, with a total price tag of $312 billion.

Hurricane Maria was the third-costliest storm in U.S. history. It damaged or destroyed more than 300,000 homes, left 3 million people without power and caused about $100 billion in damage. The Puerto Rican government now accepts 2,975 as the official death toll, although that is still just a best estimate and could be revised up or down in the coming months. If that figure holds, it will make Maria the deadliest U.S. hurricane since 1900. It’s also powerful and tragic evidence that climate change will hit the poorest and most vulnerable the hardest.

Climate scientists have long warned that burning fossil fuels will heat up the planet and lead to bigger, wetter, more destructive hurricanes. It’s impossible to say exactly how much climate change contributed to Maria’s 155-mph winds, but it is possible to say pumping carbon into the atmosphere makes powerful storms like Maria more likely. Kerry Emanuel, a professor of atmospheric science at MIT and one of the leading hurricane researchers in the world, predicts that Category 5 storms like Maria will go from a one-in-800-years event to a one-in-80-years event by the end of the century. “Climate change, if unimpeded, will greatly increase the probability of extreme events,” Emanuel said. “We’re going to be having Harveys, Irmas and Marias as far as the eye can see.” Some scientists are now suggesting that the five-category hurricane scale should include a Category 6.

Dependence on fossil fuels also contributed to the tragedy in a more direct way. Before the storm, 98 percent of the power on the island was generated by fossil fuels — dirty and inefficient diesel fuel as well as coal and natural gas, all of which have to be imported (Puerto Rico has no reserves of its own). The oil, coal and gas were burned in a handful of decrepit power plants and pushed out over a rickety transmission grid that hasn’t changed much since the 1950s. When Maria hit, the grid collapsed. Three months after the storm, 1.5 million people were still without power. It took nearly a year for electricity to be restored on the island, making it the second-largest blackout in history. It contributed to thousands of deaths because of everything from failed air-conditioning systems to hospitals that couldn’t power dialysis machines.

There were, of course, other factors that contributed to the catastrophe in Puerto Rico. The most obvious one was poverty.

The Puerto Rican economy had stopped growing in 2005 and entered a “lost decade” of negative GDP growth. The poverty rate on the island was a staggering 43.5 percent (more than three times the rate for the overall U.S.); more than 10 percent of the workforce was unemployed. Not surprisingly, the population of the island was in rapid decline, falling by more than 10 percent during the decade before Maria. Oh, and the Puerto Rican government was $70 billion in debt. The territory’s finances were in such disarray, in fact, that in 2016 Congress passed the Puerto Rico Oversight, Management and Economic Stability Act, known as PROMESA, which established a seven-member Financial Oversight and Management Board. The board is essentially charged with working with the government to turn the economy around and balance the budget. It is known to many Puerto Ricans as “La Junta,” and they feel it has basically unmasked a return to colonial rule. (Quick civics lesson: Since 1917, Puerto Rico has been a territory of the United States. Puerto Ricans who live on the island are American citizens but do not have a voting representative in Congress and cannot vote in federal elections. They don’t pay federal income tax, but they do pay the same Medicare and Social Security taxes as people on the mainland.)

The tragedy was also compounded by a slow, weak and disorganized response by FEMA, which left many people without food, water and decent shelter for months. Two weeks after the storm, President Trump visited for less than five hours, threw a few rolls of paper towels to a crowd and provoked a Twitter fight with the mayor of San Juan, Carmen Yulín Cruz (after Trump called her “nasty,” she went on TV proudly wearing a T-shirt emblazoned with the word and said, “What’s nasty is showing your back to the Puerto Rican people”). And even now, after the true scale of the catastrophe is clear, Trump remains tone-deaf to the suffering of the people in Puerto Rico, recently claiming his administration’s response “was an incredible, unsung success” despite the fact that nearly 3,000 Americans were killed.

It would be easy to dismiss the death and destruction in Puerto Rico as a freak event, a sorry collision of politics, economics and Mother Nature. In fact, what happened in Puerto Rico was a powerful warning that preparing for life in the new normal is about a lot more than updating building codes and convening blue-ribbon commissions to study sea-level rise and extreme-rain events. The story of rebuilding Puerto Rico demonstrates that virtually no aspect of our current way of life, including our legal and financial systems, is ready for what’s coming our way.

When Puerto Rico Gov. Ricardo Rosselló arrives in Aspen, Colorado, in June, he looks like he has just come from a funeral. He wears a dark suit, polished black dress shoes, and is surrounded by a hive of similarly dark-suited aides and handlers. Only after he sits down do I notice his socks have cartoon images of Albert Einstein on them — a subtle reminder of his former life as a neurobiology researcher. “I used to be a scientist — then I took a wrong turn somewhere,” he likes to say.

If there is any place in the world that is less like Puerto Rico, it may be Aspen. It’s an old hippie town that has been consumed by big mountains, big houses and big money. One of the highlights of the summer is the Aspen Ideas Festival, which attracts a mix of the smart, the provocative and the rich who gather to debate the most pressing issues of the day, as well as to drink whiskey at the Hotel Jerome bar and do early-morning yoga.

It might not be fair to say that Rosselló had come to the festival to beg for money, but it wouldn’t exactly be wrong, either. Puerto Rico is bankrupt, and before it can have microgrids and innovation hubs and all the other wondrous things the governor likes to talk about, it needs to have a thriving economy. Puerto Rico is due to get $50 billion or more in disaster-relief funds to help rebuild what has been broken, but those funds will dribble in over the next five to 10 years and will, at best, get Puerto Rico back to where it was before the storm. If the island is truly going to recover, Rosselló has to convince people — especially people with money — that Puerto Rico is a good place to do business.

Rosselló, 39, is part of the Puerto Rican elite, the son of Pedro Rosselló, governor from 1993 to 2001. He was a geeky but athletic kid who represented Puerto Rico in the International Mathematical Olympiad and was a three-time junior tennis champion on the island. He studied chemical engineering at MIT and earned a Ph.D. in biomedical engineering at the University of Michigan. He co-founded a company called Beijing Prosperous Biopharm that developed drugs to fight cancer, diabetes and HIV. “I planned to save the world,” he tells me.

In 2012, Rosselló decided he wanted to save Puerto Rico instead. After returning to San Juan, he started a group to advocate for statehood, but ended up running for governor. He had plenty of political connections, but it didn’t help that his father’s administration is widely viewed as one of the most corrupt in Puerto Rican history. (Víctor Fajardo, Puerto Rico’s -education secretary under Pedro -Rosselló, pleaded guilty to participation in a $4.3 million extortion scheme.)

But “Ricky,” as his friends call him, convinced voters he was a new generation of politician, driven more by data and facts than family ties and cronyism. From the beginning, he’s been outspoken about the threat of climate change. He joined California Gov. Jerry Brown and other progressive governors in condemning Trump’s decision to pull out of the Paris Agreement. “Climate change is a real problem for all and requires immediate action to ensure future generations are left with a sustainable planet,” Rosselló said in a statement less than four months before Maria hit.

In Aspen, Rosselló participates in a discussion titled “Lessons From Natural Disasters.” During a 30-minute talk, he introduces what he calls his blank-canvas approach to rebuilding Puerto Rico. It is an appealing concept for a place that’s riddled with corruption, decay and bureaucracy. At one point, he pulls a piece of white paper out of his pocket, unfolds it and shows it to the audience. “This is my blank canvas for Puerto Rico,” he says. The paper looks like the doodlings of a child, with green arrows and triangles and lists written in different-color ink with headings like “Energy 2.0” and “World-Class Education for All.” He talks about “capacity building” and “transparency” and about Puerto Rico being “open for business.” It is all very dreamy and inspiring, as long as you don’t think too hard about where the money will come from. Or, for that matter, about the real elephant in the room: Puerto Rico’s $70 billion debt.

Once upon a time, Puerto Rico’s economic future seemed bright. In the late 1970s and 1980s, the economy was booming. Drug companies, attracted by a loophole that basically allowed businesses to operate tax-free, rushed to open manufacturing plants on the island (for years, the coastal town of Barceloneta, where Pfizer’s Viagra plant was located, was known as Ciudad Viagra).

The island’s economic destiny changed in 1996. Pressured by House Republicans to cut the deficit, President Clinton phased out the tax loophole over the next decade. The pharmaceutical companies fled. The economy tanked. Tax revenues collapsed. In May 2006, much of the government, including all the public schools, was temporarily shut down. But rather than cut spending to make up for lost tax revenue, the Puerto Rican government went the other way. It started borrowing money. Two years later, when the global financial crisis hit, it borrowed even more. Broke and desperate, it turned to high-risk capital appreciation bonds and other financial instruments with astronomical interest rates. A 2016 report on Puerto Rico’s debt describes these loans as “the municipal version of a payday loan.” Instead of jump-starting the economy, it pushed the island deeper into joblessness, recession and bankruptcy. In 2015, then-Gov. Alejandro García Padilla warned that the debt was “not payable.”

That didn’t stop Wall Street from lending Puerto Rico money, however. From as early as 2005, there were signs the government wasn’t going to be able to repay the loans. But the banks didn’t care: They made money on bond transaction fees, and the high interest rate on these bonds pumped up their balance sheets. The politicians didn’t care either; they just wanted to keep the money flowing. Also, because Puerto Rico is not covered by U.S. bankruptcy laws, many banks and hedge funds assumed that if worse came to worst, they could take the commonwealth to court and get their money. They all knew about what Paul Singer, the notorious founder of Elliott Management, whom Bloomberg called “the World’s Most Feared Investor,” had done in Argentina. After buying up $600 million in bonds at a steep discount, the hedge fund launched into a 15-year legal battle during which it tried to seize, among other things, an Argentinian naval ship as collateral for unpaid debts. Elliott eventually won a court settlement for $2.4 billion.

When Congress stepped in with “La Junta,” however, that fantasy ended. The laws governing the financial oversight board basically made it impossible for Wall Street firms and other creditors to simply seek payment for their debt in court. It was up to the board to decide which bills Puerto Rico should pay. “The hard left sees the board as nothing but tools of oppressive banking and political interests determined to balance the budget on the backs of workers and the poor, which it is,” says Tom Sanzillo, director of finance at the Institute for Energy Economics and Financial Analysis, who follows Puerto Rico’s budget negotiations closely. “At the same time, board proponents see it as a new forum that can be used to resolve fiscal problems and set a new responsible course — and it’s that too.”

A consequence of this decade-long financial decline was little investment in infrastructure — the roads, highways, bridges, water and sewage systems, and electric grid were all more or less abandoned. There was no money for building inspectors to make sure houses were built to code (in fact, there were only a handful of inspectors on the entire island) and no funds to stockpile medication in rural areas, much less to build, say, a new hospital for Vieques, a municipal island of 9,000 people with woefully inadequate health care. “Even before the storm, Puerto Rico was headed for a humanitarian disaster,” says López, the San Juan lawyer. “That was obvious to anyone who cared to look. When Maria came along, it blew back the curtain to expose it all.”

Now, post-Maria, the central question the Financial Oversight and Management Board faces is this: What’s higher priority, paying back the hedge funds or building schools? “Wall Street wants them to cut services, schools, infrastructure,” says Sanzillo. “If you do that, the system goes into a tailspin. It simply doesn’t work. The only way forward is to cancel the debt, invest in the economy, and rebuild roads and infrastructure.” Not long after the storm, a group of economists, including Nobel laureate Joseph Stiglitz, basically agreed, publishing an open letter suggesting that Puerto Rico’s debt should be largely erased so that the commonwealth can focus on rebuilding. In July, a group of senators, including Elizabeth Warren, Bernie Sanders and Kirsten Gillibrand, all of whom are likely presidential contenders in 2020 and thus have reason to woo Puerto -Ricans who live on the U.S. mainland (and are therefore eligible to vote in federal elections), introduced a bill that would essentially wipe out the commonwealth’s debt. But as long as Trump Republicans are in charge, the bill will go nowhere.

Rosselló himself has gone from Wall Street friend to foe. During his 2016 campaign, he argued that paying back the debt was important to Puerto Rico’s future creditworthiness. In fact, Rosselló was so friendly to Wall Street that he was pegged as “the bondholders’ candidate.”

After he took office, that changed. He started calling Puerto Rico’s debt fiasco “a big Ponzi scheme.” In April, after Rep. Rob Bishop, a Republican who helped establish the financial oversight board, suggested that Puerto Rico should listen to financial creditors about how to stabilize finances and accept labor reforms and drastic cuts to pensions, Rosselló fired back a blistering letter: “I cannot and will not permit you to elevate concerns of bondholders on the mainland above concern for the well-being of my constituents.” In July, he basically declared open war on the oversight board, filing a lawsuit against it that challenged its authority to make budgetary decisions.

If the Puerto Rican government can’t get a break from debt payments, there is little chance Rosselló can make the kind of investments necessary to attract new businesses and keep the economy going — let alone rebuild. And if the economy spins further down, tax revenues will crash, giving the island less and less money. More people will leave Puerto Rico for the mainland, further depleting the tax base. This is how capitalism becomes an engine of destruction, not rebirth.

After his talk, I ask Rosselló if he believes Puerto Rico’s recovery is being held hostage by Wall Street greed. “That’s one way of looking at it,” he says bluntly. “But right now, I’m just trying to get the economy moving again.”

When Hurricane Maria hit, Pedro Sáez tried to protect himself by climbing under the bed. But the bed was too low, so he could only get his feet and legs under it. Sáez, who is 56, a stooped, sickly man with most of his front teeth missing, lives in a small house in Vieques, where Maria first made landfall. It’s six months after the storm, but you can still see the damage caused by Maria: Part of Sáez’s roof is covered in a blue tarp, and there is a soggy, rotting mattress sitting near the front porch. As I look at his little bed, I try to imagine his terror as he tried to hide under it, the 155-mph wind blowing outside.

“I survived,” he tells me. His mother, Ana, wanders by in a faded white dress. She has a distant gaze in her eyes and does not look at me.

“I’m trying to fix up the house now,” he says. He says he got a few thousand dollars from FEMA, which is more than many people I’ve talked to but nowhere near enough. He turns away for a few minutes to talk with a volunteer from ViequesLove, a nonprofit that’s helping people like Sáez rebuild their lives. The volunteer, Brittany Bresha, is trying to persuade Sáez to let her take him to a dentist to get his teeth fixed.

When he turns back to me, I ask him what he’s going to fix up first on the house. I expect him to say the roof. Instead, he says, “I want solar panels.”

“Why solar panels?”

He looks at me like I’m nuts. “So I can have electricity whenever I want it!”

In Puerto Rico, there are now millions of people who think like Sáez. If the hurricane taught them one thing, it’s that electricity is just as important as, perhaps more important than, food and water. And rather than depend on a corrupt, expensive electric-power utility like the Puerto Rican Electric Power Authority (PREPA) to deliver it to them, they want to produce it themselves. In a place like Puerto Rico, creating your own power is a radical political act, a way of thumbing your nose at the government that has long abused you with high prices and crappy service.

In fact, if there is one place where Rosselló’s “blank canvas” has some traction, it’s in rebuilding the island’s power system. Everyone agrees the old system was ancient, inefficient and expensive. Now that it’s been destroyed, why not build something stronger, cleaner and cheaper? For Rosselló’s economic development plans, not to mention the comfort and safety of the people on the island, nothing is more important than a reliable, affordable power supply. And there are dozens of renewable-energy companies, from Tesla to SunPower, that are eager to get started. “For anyone in the solar industry, it’s the opportunity of a lifetime,” says Ron Leonard, a longtime solar entrepreneur. “You have billions of dollars of investment that is just waiting to flow onto the island.”

But it is not flowing, and there are two main reasons for that. The first is the Stafford Act, 1988 legislation that requires all infrastructure funded with FEMA money to be rebuilt more or less as it had been before the storm. That means if an inefficient, old oil-burning power station is destroyed in a storm and you want to use FEMA funds to rebuild it, you have to build another oil burner.

The second is a fundamental mistrust of PREPA, a government-run monopoly that sells electricity at twice the price of power companies on the mainland yet still managed to fall $9 billion in debt. You say “PREPA” to most Puerto Ricans and they recoil in horror. They tell you stories about power outages and sky-high bills that threaten to bankrupt them (I met a number of Puerto Ricans who pay more for electric power than they do for rent). They tell you about the latest fuel-oil scam and how PREPA executives are making millions by purchasing low-grade oil at a discount, billing customers for high-grade oil and pocketing the difference. “We spend $8 million on fossil fuels every day,” said Lionel Orama-Exclusa, an energy expert at the University of Puerto Rico.

In recent years, PREPA has spent between $2 billion and $3 billion on fossil fuels annually. “That money goes out of -Puerto Rico, out of our economy,” said Orama-Exclusa. “If we develop renewables, those monies will stay in the island.”

Puerto Rico, of course, is a potential paradise for renewable energy — wind, solar, water (hydropower) and biomass. “It’s not that we can go 100 percent, we can even go 200 percent [renewable],” Orama-Exclusa said. A report has estimated that truly making Puerto Rico’s grid hurricane-ready — including rerouting transmission lines off mountaintops, hardening substations and towers, and moving to a more decentralized grid powered by more renewable energy — would cost $17.6 billion and take a decade.

After the storm, Rosselló announced that the best way to fix PREPA was to privatize it, selling off the power plants while retaining control of the transmission grid. While this might sound like a decent way to attract some much-needed capital, the old power plants are essentially worthless. “Their value is the value of the real estate they sit on,” says David Crane, former CEO of NRG Energy. Even more troubling is the fact that PREPA is one of the largest employers on the island, with 6,000 workers, many of whom allegedly got their jobs not because they’re grid wizards but because they are related to local politicians.

The best solution, of course, would be to just abandon the wreckage of PREPA. As Lynn Jurich, the CEO of Sunrun, a major residential solar company, puts it, “If you are going to start over, why not do it right?”

As it stands, most solar entrepreneurs are sitting on the sidelines, waiting for PREPA to unravel. And it’s happening fast. (The company has been through four CEOs since Maria.) A few solar companies are now starting to take cautious steps into the market. In June, Sunrun announced it would begin offering a solar-rooftop-and-battery package in Puerto Rico. Instead of charging for the solar panels and batteries upfront, which can cost tens of thousands of dollars, Sunrun basically leases the technology to homeowners under a 25-year service agreement that includes installation, maintenance and insurance.

Jurich says she thinks they’ll be successful no matter what happens to PREPA: “The costs for rooftop solar are more or less on parity with what customers in Puerto Rico are paying for dirty power today.”

Jurich foresees the day when neighborhoods of 200 houses or so band together to create microgrids that can share power and feed it onto the larger grid, creating what she calls “a virtual power plant.” Other solar companies have similar plans, using batteries and solar or wind to create reliable, stable sources of power on the island. “PREPA can speed up the revolution, or it can slow it down, but in the long run, it can’t stop it,” one energy expert tells me. “It’s a triumph of technology over politics.”

Right now, solar panels are beginning to appear on fire stations and hospitals around Puerto Rico, as well as on the second homes of rich mainlanders in places like Dorado and Rincón. Most people, however, are stuck with the crappy old PREPA system. For Sáez and millions of Puerto Ricans like him, the dream of a solar paradise, powerful as it may be, is still in the distance.

In the hills around Utuado, most of the houses are abandoned. Some have tumbled down the mountainside, leaving just a concrete foundation behind, like a footprint of the lives that were once lived there. Abandoned dogs wander the dirt roads, and horses are starving behind locked gates. The roads are empty. The only people I see as I drive around the region with Antonio Paris, an astrophysicist who grew up in Utuado but now lives in Tampa, Florida, are some lonely-looking men fishing off the dam at Lago Dos Bocas. “Before the storm, this place was thriving,” Paris says. He returned a number of times in the immediate aftermath of the storm. He set up a GoFundMe campaign to help finance his relief efforts, which included distributing hundreds of solar flashlights, radios and water filters to Utuado residents. But now, 10 months after the storm, most of the people he helped are gone. He estimates that 90 percent of the homes in the area are deserted. “These people will never return,” Paris says. He watches a vulture land on a dead snake in the road. “Instead, I think nature is coming back and will reclaim this place.”

The scale of the housing crisis after Maria is still visible as you fly into San Juan and see the ocean of blue tarps from the air. Hurricane Maria destroyed at least 70,000 homes and damaged another 300,000. There are no hard numbers on how many of those have been repaired, but anyone who spends a few hours outside San Juan can see that many homes are still in bad shape. Roofs are gone, windows are missing, foundations are tilted. Many of them will never be rebuilt because they were “informal” — that is, illegal, built without the proper title or permits — and thus did not qualify for FEMA funding. As much as half the housing in Puerto Rico fits into this category, and one of the laudable goals of the rebuilding effort is to shift people into better-built, legally sound housing.

To help with this, the U.S. Department of Housing and Urban Development has awarded Puerto Rico $18.5 billion in housing grants. Ricardo Alvarez-Díaz, a prominent Puerto Rican architect, estimates that 70,000 new homes will be built in Puerto Rico over the next few years. “The challenge,” says Alvarez-Díaz, sitting in a San Juan cafe late one night, “will be designing this new housing so that it strengthens communities rather than destroys them.” He mentions the shoe memorial at the capitol, which had moved him deeply. “If we do this right, it’s a way of respect for the dead. A way of showing their death is not meaningless.”

I mention my visit to Utuado and all the empty homes there. “You are going to see a big shift in where people live,” he predicts. “Certain remote areas like that — well, they’re not going to be rebuilt. You’re going to see more people moving into the cities, where a whole new generation of housing is going to be built.”

Alvarez-Díaz invites me to an open house the next day for a new development called the Bayshore Villas, located near the water in an industrial area of San Juan, which he says is representative of the kind of housing he hopes to see in Puerto Rico in coming years. When I arrive the following day, I discover that the villas look a lot like a middle-class condo development you might find in Atlanta or Phoenix: 174 units in a dozen separate buildings with courtyards, small balconies and commercial space. Its buildings are all made of concrete, designed to withstand even the most brutal storms. But what’s really new, Alvarez-Díaz had explained the night before, is that the development was built through a public-private partnership, allowing about 80 percent of the units to be devoted to government-subsidized housing, while the rest are rented at market rate, which ranges from $800 for a three-bedroom apartment to $370 for a one-bedroom.

In a world with so much wreckage and despair, even a new condo development can be cause for celebration. That morning, dignitaries like Fernando Gil Enseñat, Puerto Rico’s secretary of housing, gathered in a courtyard to mark the occasion. (Gov. Rosselló was supposed to be there too, but he canceled at the last minute.) I wandered into one of the model units to have a look, and it felt like I was stepping into a Pottery Barn showroom. It -reminded me of the Home Depots and Best Buys that I had seen driving over that morning, islands of middle-class aspiration in the new Puerto Rico. If you have a good job, you can live in a storm-proof concrete apartment by the water and not worry too much about what Mother Nature might throw your way.

But what if you don’t have a good job? What if you’re one of the tens of thousands of Puerto Ricans whose house was blown down in the storm and who doesn’t have the money to fix it? What if you believe, as many Puerto Ricans do, that the game is rigged against you, that you will never be given the full rights of U.S. citizenship? What if living in a Pottery Barn catalog is not your idea of the good life?

This year, the annual May Day parade in San Juan began peacefully enough. People marched down Ponce de León Avenue, known as the Golden Mile, through the heart of the island’s financial district, carrying signs of protest against health care cuts and tuition increases. Some wore T-shirts or carried placards painted with black Puerto Rican flags, a symbol of resistance. Near the end of the march, protesters clashed with police in riot gear. Chaos erupted. Protesters threw rocks, and the police launched tear-gas canisters into the crowd. After a few minutes of scuffling, people dispersed. But as Carlos Cofiño, a 20-year-old college student at the University of Puerto Rico who was there to protest tuition increases, told a journalist covering the march, “We’re on a downward spiral.”

Among the faces in the crowd that day was Oscar Lopez Rivera, who laid low and kept his distance from the police. Rivera is one of the most controversial figures on the island — he is seen by some as the Nelson Mandela of Puerto Rico, a man who has suffered years of political persecution as a result of his belief in justice and independence for Puerto Rico. To others, he is nothing more than “a fucking terrorist,” as one prominent Puerto Rican described him to me, a man who has killed innocent people in pursuit of his own political ideology.

What no one disputes is that in the 1970s Rivera was one of the leaders of the Fuerzas Armadas de Liberación -Nacional Puertorriqueña (FALN), a clandestine paramilitary organization devoted to Puerto Rican independence that carried out more than 130 bomb attacks in the U.S. and -Puerto Rico between 1974 and 1983. The most deadly attack occurred on January 24th, 1975, when a duffel bag stuffed with sticks of dynamite exploded in Fraunces Tavern in Lower Manhattan, killing four people. Rivera spent five years on the run, then was finally arrested in 1981 and tried and convicted of seditious conspiracy, interstate transportation of firearms with the intent to commit violent crimes, and transportation of explosives with intent to kill and injure people and destroy government property. He was sentenced to 55 years in federal prison. In 2017, President Obama commuted his sentence and Rivera was released. By that time, he had spent 35 years in prison, including 12 years in solitary confinement.

Today, Rivera doesn’t look much like an ex-con. He lives in a 1950s-style apartment complex in an anony-mous neighborhood of San Juan and spends most of his day in a small office near the university that is decorated with a Puerto Rican flag and a small black-and-white photo of Fidel Castro and Nelson Mandela standing together. When I meet him, I am struck by how small and slight he is. Dressed in jeans, a T-shirt and orange Nikes, he looks more like a retired mailman than a notorious terrorist. He has gray hair and a gray mustache, and his voice is smooth and quiet. But there’s a fierceness in how he talks about things, especially Puerto Rican history and the long legacy of colonialism. “Puerto Ricans have been exploited by the United States for more than 100 years,” he says bluntly. “What’s happened since Hurricane Maria is just more of the same. You talk about rebuilding? There is no rebuilding. At least, not for most Puerto Ricans.”

Rivera goes on from there. He believes that the Puerto Rican government is not really a government at all, but an extension of U.S. rule. He believes that the result of this will be to depopulate the island, push out the poor people and make it a paradise for yacht owners and blockchain billionaires. “We need to invest in the poor communities, in the poorest of the poor, and educate them about what is going on,” he tells me. “And we need to start asking some fundamental questions about how we live. Can we accept climate change? Can we accept a world powered by coal and oil and the Koch brothers? Is that the kind of world we want to live in?”

For Rivera, these questions all lead in the same direction: toward Puerto Rican independence from the U.S. It is not a view that many share, at least not right now. It’s achieving statehood, not independence, that inspires most people on the island, including Rosselló, who made it an explicit goal of his 2016 campaign. “I think that it is the right time for the U.S. to eradicate this notion of second-class citizenship, which is a real problem for American
democracy,” Rosselló told me.

It is hard to imagine Puerto Ricans rising up en masse and marching in the streets when it’s so much easier and more practical to express your disgust with the way the island is being run by moving to Orlando. After Maria, more than 300,000 people left Puerto Rico for Florida, accelerating a decline in the island’s population that began with the economic crisis more than a decade ago and that will undoubtedly continue until the economy revives.

Rivera, however, hopes to inspire Puerto Ricans to stick around and fight.

“I have something I want to show you,” he says. I follow him into another room. He opens a long, narrow case and takes out a sword. It has elaborate engravings on the handle and blade. “This is a replica of Símon Bolívar’s sword,” he tells me. Bolívar was a 19th-century military leader and politician who is revered as El Liberator for freeing much of South America from Spanish rule. I ask him if he is angry about what has happened to Puerto Rico. “I’m not angry, I want changes,” he says. He holds up the sword, and I see a flash of the old revolutionary in him. “Anything I can do to make the world a more just place, I will do.”

But as Rivera knows as well as anyone, one year after the storm, Puerto Rico remains an island lost at sea. The economy will be pumped up by billions of dollars in recovery funds over the next few years, but after that? The path to statehood is likely to be long and steep. You can spin out various possible futures for the island: In one version, disaster capitalists and bitcoin entrepreneurs arrive in their yachts and private jets, turning Puerto Rico into a crypto St. Barts; in another, post-capitalists build a paradise powered by solar microgrids, community gardens and the rebirth of local fisheries; in a third, the territory falls into a dystopian ruin, where everyone with brains and ambition has fled to the mainland, leaving behind an aging, unhealthy population in slow but inexorable decline. But one thing that’s clear is that in the age of accelerating climate change, what’s most vulnerable is not ice sheets and coral reefs. It’s our human-built world. As Puerto Rico demonstrates, one big storm can blow the whole thing down.

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Voting in New York Is an Undemocratic Disgrace Print
Written by <a href="index.php?option=com_comprofiler&task=userProfile&user=11104"><span class="small">Charles Pierce, Esquire</span></a>   
Friday, 14 September 2018 13:05

Pierce writes: "It is time for all of us to question seriously whether or not the state of New York is ready for democracy."

Andrew Cuomo. (photo: Drew Angerer/Getty Images)
Andrew Cuomo. (photo: Drew Angerer/Getty Images)


Voting in New York Is an Undemocratic Disgrace

By Charles Pierce, Esquire

14 September 18


Plus: Why Andrew Cuomo is the Ted Cruz of the Democratic Party.

t is time for all of us to question seriously whether or not the state of New York is ready for democracy. Not only does the state hold primary elections on a Thursday, but it splits the federal and state elections. And now that the primary process has come to a screeching, shattering halt, the state turns out to be as bad at running elections as it is in scheduling them.

This year's entirely predictable chewy cluster of fck began early, when the essential Rebecca Traister showed up to vote only to find that she'd been bumped off the voter rolls at her customary precinct. Pro Tip, New York Election Folks: a lot of writers live and work and vote in New York, and most of them have accounts on the electric Twitter machine.

And, two hours later:

And Chris Hayes is hearing from folks, too.

Who knows? But the son of the mayor of NYC probably is asking the same question.

The whole thing is a mess, as this New York Magazine story makes clear, with on-the-spot, eyewitness, birds-eye lowdown coverage off the electric Twitter machine. Gothamist also reported similar rage and confusion, also ample evidence that some rats were being discreetly fcked.

Voters at predominantly Hasidic polling sites in Williamsburg were largely absent this morning, days after their community was targeted by a controversial mailer sent by the Cuomo administration that painted his primary opponent Cynthia Nixon as anti-Semitic. Poll workers who spoke to Gothamist said turnout was on par with other primary elections, which tend to be incredibly low. Outside of a voting location at IS 71 in Brooklyn, paid workers wearing white pharmacist coats with the logo of the The United Communities and Institutions Williamsburg organization handed out fliers with a sample ballot on them, instructing Hasidic voters how to vote. The choices represented the slate pushed forward by the Cuomo campaign, including current New York City Public Advocate Letitia James.

I firmly believe Andrew Cuomo to be the Ted Cruz of the Democratic Party—ambitious and largely friendless, except to the rich people who keep his political career alive. So, if you tell me he's rolling out the old James Michael Curley election-day playbook, I'll believe you.

The tipster tells us their polling site, at 143rd St between Frederick Douglas Blvd and Adam Clayton Blvd, was not ready to let people vote until 7 a.m.:

When we arrived at 6:25 a.m. today, they were still closed! At 6:40, they told us it would be another 30 to 60 minutes before they would be open! At that point my Wife started complaining to the poll workers. They finally let us in about 6:48, though the Poll workers hadn’t taken the ballots out of the shrink wrap nor opened their voter books yet. We were first in line for our District, and we finally voted around 7:00am. The big problem is all the people who showed up between 6:00am and 7:00pm, saw the polls closed, and left. These are all lost votes. I am not sure if this was deliberate or just incompetence, but it should not happen or be tolerated.

A tough choice to make, since there seems to be as much that is deliberate about this activity as there is that is incompetent. Vox attempts nobly to explain what's going on.

The latest reports are a reminder, though, that many voters still don’t trust the New York election system. The New York City Board of Elections illegally purged about 200,000 voters off the city’s rolls in 2014 and 2015, an issue discovered during the 2016 elections. Suspicion around that purge has loomed over every election since, even after the board of elections agreed to clean up its act and institute reforms. And every time there are problems at the polls, this spurs concern and frustration that the city’s voting systems are still not up to par.

“This is a perennial problem,” said Susan Lerner, executive director of voting rights organization Common Cause New York. “It’s very hard to maintain an active voter roll, but in New York City it’s particularly challenging because of the large number of voters, the way people move around readily and the fact systems are not user friendly.”

Needless to say, this vast bungling is the seedbed wherein a thousand conspiracy theories can blossom. Some of it may be deliberate; incumbent officeholders like to keep holding their office. But, more likely, a lot of it is local election officials being gun-shy about the whole "voter fraud" canard that the Republicans, especially, have been pushing nationally for over a decade. And a lot of it also has to do with the fact that we leave the most important act of our democratic republic in the hands of retired firemen, local clerks of varying abilities, and hopeless institutions like the state of New York.

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RSN | Good Things Happen Slowly: A Review of the Autobiography of Jazz Pianist Fred Hersch Print
Friday, 14 September 2018 13:05

Cantarow writes: "That Fred Hersch has achieved the stature he has, both as a unique contributor to the history of jazz piano and as an AIDS activist, is a matter of history, not of personal opinion."

Fred Hersch. (photo: Frank Stewart/Jazz At Lincoln Center/NPR)
Fred Hersch. (photo: Frank Stewart/Jazz At Lincoln Center/NPR)


Good Things Happen Slowly: A Review of the Autobiography of Jazz Pianist Fred Hersch

By Ellen Cantarow, Reader Supported News

14 September 18

 

n the 1990s, I studied with Fred Hersch, a renowned jazz pianist and also a wonderful teacher. I was the least of his students (others have included Brad Mehldau and Ethan Iverson). By the time I came to him, he had learned much about teaching from the late pedagogue Sophia Rosoff.  The great bebop pianist Barry Harris was one of her celebrated students; I was fortunate to study with her, as well. All of this has of course influenced my writing about Good Things Happen Slowly. But that Hersch has achieved the stature he has, both as a unique contributor to the history of jazz piano and as an AIDS activist, is a matter of history, not of personal opinion.

In 2008, Hersch went into an AIDS coma for six weeks. By then he was recognized throughout the world as a unique pianist who had infused jazz with an underlay of classical reference, most notably Bach counterpoint. Everything in Hersch’s playing is illuminated by his magical harmonies and his depth of feeling – he is one of the rare musicians who can make listeners cry. And his music is stamped by the influences a wide range of players and composers have had on him, among them Billy Strayhorn and Thelonious Monk.

The book begins with Hersch’s childhood in a dysfunctional Jewish family in Ohio. His parents didn’t get along; they were often absent; his mother once told him his “arms were too short” for him to play the piano, a charge that impelled this child prodigy who didn’t like to practice (he started playing the piano at 4) to keep at it anyway.

At once insecure – “a scrawny, nerdy little kid with glasses” – and convinced of his musical acumen and superiority, he fought his way to success. Pianists with whom he studied included the late Jaki Byard at The New England Conservatory, who introduced Hersch to the solo work of Earl “Fatha” Hines, James P. Johnson, Fats Waller and Teddy Wilson. Hersch’s early search for his own sound (I first heard him when people were comparing him to Bill Evans); learning about pianists like McCoy Tyner and Oscar Peterson and the little-known Ed Moss [p. 44]; his apprenticeships with trumpeter Art Farmer and saxophonist Joe Henderson (“If you feel it, it’s right,” Henderson once told him [p. 110]); his learning Brazilian music; and his progression to playing at the legendary Bradley’s and then The Village Vanguard make up part of what stands as a history of jazz from the 60s to the present. (It is necessarily a partial history: many great musicians are omitted here, including the wonderful pianist Harold Mabern as well as others including trumpeter Don Cherry and drummer Ed Blackwell. This is autobiography; it is not intended to be encyclopedic.)

Many of Hersch’s personal disclosures, not the least of them about his sex addiction and how he overcame it, include ones like this, about his music:

[E]ven when I play my own pieces, I have to learn them just the way I have to learn a Monk tune or a standard. I have to internalize them. I have to memorize them. I have to work with them. I have to find just the right tempo. I have to fine-tune them so I can play them with fluency. I have to interpret my own music just as I would anything else. A tune doesn’t have to be a so-called original to have originality. [p. 174]

Hersch became one of the last musicians to learn jazz, in his words, “the old-fashioned way, figuring it out by fucking up, getting back on your feet again, fucking up again, hanging out, learning from the masters.” [p. 113] The Vanguard has long counted as Hersch’s musical home where his photograph hangs on the wall alongside other masters – Bill Evans, Barry Harris, Byard, Monk, and more.

Hersch’s acknowledgment to himself that he was gay, and his progress toward disclosing his sexual preference to the jazz and wider worlds, were difficult parts of his long journey toward reconciling “the gay Fred and the jazz Fred.” [p. 122] In his young adulthood, a hallmark along the path was discovering Walt Whitman; a friend and lover introduced him to the poet’s “Calamus”:

For the one I love most lay sleeping by me under the same cover in the cool night,

In the stillness in the autumn moonbeams his face was inclined toward me,

And his arm lay lightly around my breast—and that night I was happy.

“It blew me away that Whitman dared to write this in the mid-nineteenth century. That poem made me believe that love between two men was possible,” writes Hersch [p. 69]. In 2005, Hersch’s album “Leaves of Grass,” an hour-long octet with libretto sung in first performance by Kurt Elling and Kate McGarry at New York’s Zankel Hall in Carnegie Hall, paid tribute to the social and poetic pioneer. “I have often experienced audiences palpably losing interest in long-form jazz pieces well before the finish,” wrote New York Times jazz critic Ben Ratliff at the time. “This one brought a full house to its feet.” In Good Things Happen Slowly, there are many more stories about the albums Hersch compiled over the years. I leave it to readers to discover these for themselves.

Hersch’s discovery that he had AIDS after years of addiction to sex, and his activities at the forefront of AIDS activism, are woven into the narrative of his progress as a pianist. A wonderful part of the book describes Hersch’s and Morgan’s romance – their meeting, their decision to bind their lives together, and their marriage.

During the coma, Hersch was attended by assiduous doctors and nurses and by Morgan. When Morgan asked one of Hersch’s doctors about his chances of recovery, he was told, “Good things happen slowly. Bad things happen fast.” With little chance of surviving, Hersch recovered through his medical experts’ care, but even more through Morgan’s love.

Far from brain-dead during the coma, he had a series of remarkable dreams (in one, women sit knitting, and from their skeins geese fly up in droves). From these he composed “My Coma Dreams,” first performed at the Alexander Kasser Theater at Montclair State University in 2011 and reviewed with acclaim by Ben Ratliff in The New York Times. Hersch went on to perform it in 2013 at Carnegie Hall and then widely elsewhere.

Since Hersch’s near-encounter with death, his playing has acquired even greater profundity, and the feeling that has always marked his art has become transcendent, as have his humor and his gaiety (in the old, playful sense of the word). His music is a celebration of his survival and of life itself.

What amazes me as a writer is that this book is so beautifully crafted and written. It’s a real page-turner. You don’t want to put it down. You don’t want it to end. Given a choice, I’d prefer Hersch the musician. But fortunately we don’t have to choose. Get this unique book now. You won’t regret it.

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Ellen Cantarow has written and published for nearly fifty years on topics including women’s social and economic issues, Israel’s occupation of Palestine, and fracking. She played the piano starting at age 6 and studied jazz improvisation and piano from the late 1980s through the early 2000s.

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FOCUS | From Peace to Armageddon: The Israel-Palestine Nightmare Print
Friday, 14 September 2018 10:57

Tolan writes: "With the endless march of settlements, Israel's continued impunity, a fractured Palestine divided between the West Bank and Gaza, and a Trump administration empowering people who believe Armageddon is near, a solution to the Israel-Palestine nightmare may seem impossible."

President Bill Clinton (C) stands between PLO leader Yasser Arafat (R) and Israeli prime minister Yitzahk Rabin (L) as they shake hands at the White House in Washington D.C., September 13, 1993. (photo: David Ake/AFP/Getty Images)
President Bill Clinton (C) stands between PLO leader Yasser Arafat (R) and Israeli prime minister Yitzahk Rabin (L) as they shake hands at the White House in Washington D.C., September 13, 1993. (photo: David Ake/AFP/Getty Images)


From Peace to Armageddon: The Israel-Palestine Nightmare

By Sandy Tolan, TomDispatch

14 September 18

 


Honestly, what is it about Fridays, the Trump administration, and the Palestinians? Each of the last three Fridays, “at the direction of the president,” State Department officials have unveiled new cuts to U.S. aid, all aimed at Palestinian civilians (after the U.S. had already made “drastic cuts to its contribution to the U.N. agency for Palestinian refugees” back in January). Three Fridays ago, more than $200 million for humanitarian and development assistance in the West Bank and Gaza was slashed. Two Fridays ago, it was another $60 million, previously scheduled to go to the U.N. agency running schools and health clinics there. Last Friday, the administration went after six East Jerusalem hospitals, including “cutting money to cover cancer treatments and other critical care.” All told, it adds up to more than $300 million in aid cuts aimed at the most vulnerable of Palestinians.

This evidently passes for a negotiating tactic in the Trump era, as the president made all too clear in a recent new year’s call to American Jewish community leaders and rabbis. In a world in which Donald Trump and son-in-law Jared Kushner have already given copiously to the Israelis -- moving the U.S. embassy to Jerusalem and backing Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu to the hilt -- this is apparently how the art of the deal applies to the Middle East. (“If we don't make a deal, we're not paying,” said the president in that phone call. “And that's going to have a little impact.”)

No one should be surprised by any of this. As its grim policy of separating children and their parents on the U.S.-Mexico border demonstrated, Donald Trump’s administration has no hesitation about going after the weakest human link in any chain. And sadly, while his is a particularly extreme version of American policy in the Israeli-Palestinian conflict, it remains more culmination than break on this grim 25th anniversary of the Oslo Peace Accords, as TomDispatch regular Sandy Tolan, author of Children of the Stone: The Power of Music in a Hard Land, suggests today.

-Tom Engelhardt, TomDispatch

hen I first traveled to Israel-Palestine in 1994, during the heady early days of the Oslo peace process, I was expecting to see more of the joyful celebrations I’d watched on television at home. The emotional welcoming of Palestinian Liberation Organization (PLO) Chairman Yasser Arafat back to Palestine. The massive demonstrations for peace on the streets of Tel Aviv. The spontaneous moment when Palestinians placed carnations in the gun barrels of departing Israeli soldiers. And though the early euphoria had already begun to ebb, clearly there was still hope.

It was the era of dialogue. Many Palestinians stood witness to Israeli trauma rooted in the Holocaust. Groups of Israelis began to understand the Nakba, or Catastrophe, when 750,000 Palestinians fled or were driven out of their homes during the creation of Israel in 1948. In the wake of the Oslo Declaration of Principles, signed on September 13, 1993 -- a quarter of a century ago today -- polls showed that large majorities of Israelis and Palestinians supported the agreement. Israelis, weary of a six-year Palestinian intifada, wanted Oslo to lead to lasting peace; Palestinians believed it would result in the creation of a free nation of their own, side by side with Israel.

“People thought this was the beginning of a new era,” says Salim Tamari, Palestinian sociologist and editor of the Jerusalem Quarterly.

“It was miraculous,” recalls Gershon Baskin, founder of the Israel Palestine Center for Research and Information, “a high peak of optimism and hope.” Baskin, an American who emigrated to Israel nearly 40 years ago, remembers the emotional power of “these two parties who refused to recognize each other's right to exist coming into a room and breaking through that and putting down a formula which, at the time, looked reasonable.”

Euphoria Never Lasts

Even then, however, there were disturbing signs. During that first trip, still in the glow of Oslo, I found myself in the heart of the West Bank, driving down new, smooth-as-glass “bypass roads” built for Israeli settlers and VIPs on my way from Bethlehem to Hebron. I was confused. Wasn’t this the territory-to-be of a future independent Palestinian state? Why, then, would something like this be authorized? Similarly, the next year, when Israeli forces undertook their much-heralded “withdrawal” from Ramallah, why did they only redeploy to the edge of that town, while retaining full military control of 72% of the West Bank?

Such stubborn facts on the ground stood in the way of the seemingly overwhelming optimism generated by that “peace of the brave,” symbolized by a handshake between Arafat and Israeli Prime Minister Yitzhak Rabin in front of President Clinton on the White House lawn. Was it possible we were witnessing the beginning of the end of generations of bloodshed and trauma?

Already, however, there were dissenters. Mourid Barghouti, a Palestinian poet who, like thousands of his brethren, returned from exile in the early days of Oslo, was shocked to find former PLO liberation fighters reduced to the status of petty bureaucrats lording it over ordinary citizens. Israel, he wrote in his memoir, I Saw Ramallah, had “succeeded in tearing away the sacred aspect of the Palestinian cause, turning it into what it is now -- a series of ‘procedures’ and ‘schedules’ that are usually respected only by the weaker party in the conflict... The others are still masters of the place.”

Another Oslo critic, Edward Said, the Palestinian intellectual and professor of comparative literature at Columbia, refused a White House invitation to attend the signing ceremony between Arafat and Rabin. Oslo, he wrote, should be considered “an instrument of Palestinian surrender... a kingdom of illusions, with Israel firmly in command. Clearly the PLO has transformed itself from a national liberation movement into a kind of small-town government... What Israel has gotten is official Palestinian consent to continued occupation.”

At the time, many Palestinians wrote off Said as someone intent on obstructing real, if incremental, progress. Arafat himself said that, living as he did in America, the famed professor “does not feel the suffering of his people.”

Or maybe he did. In my nearly 20 trips to the Holy Land over the quarter-century since Oslo, I watched the West Bank settler population quadruple, new settlements come to ring Jerusalem, and Israel keep full military control over 60% of the West Bank (instead of the previous 72%). All those settler “bypass” roads and limited troop redeployments turned out to point not simply to obstacles on the road to the culmination of the “peace process” but to fatal flaws baked into Oslo from the beginning. Indeed, the Oslo Declaration of Principles, which mentioned security 12 times but never once independence, sovereignty, self-determination, freedom, or Palestine, simply wasn’t designed to stop such expansion. In fact, the accords only seemed to facilitate it.

"It was designed to make sure there would never be a Palestinian state," says Diana Buttu, Palestinian analyst and former legal adviser to the PLO. "They made it clear that they weren’t going to include the phrases 'two-state solution,' 'Palestinian state,' or 'independence.' It was completely designed to make sure the Palestinians wouldn’t have their freedom."

The Failure of Oslo

The question worth asking on this 25th anniversary of those accords, which essentially drove policy in the U.S., Israel, the Palestinian occupied territories, and European capitals for a quarter of a century, is this: Were they doomed from the beginning? Billions of dollars and endless rounds of failed negotiations later, did Oslo ever really have a chance to succeed?

“I think it's wrong to retroactively say that it was all a trick,” says Salim Tamari from the Jerusalem Quarterly’s editorial offices, once located in that holy city, now in Ramallah. The initial agreement was void of specifics, leaving the major issues -- settlements, Jerusalem, control of water, refugees and their right of return -- to “final status negotiations.” Israel, Tamari believes, unlike the Palestinians, achieved a major goal from the outset. “The Israelis wanted above all to have a security arrangement.”

In “Oslo II,” implemented in 1995, Israel got its cherished security cooperation, which meant that Palestinian police would control Palestinian demonstrators and so keep them from directly confronting Israeli forces. Those were, of course, the very confrontations that had helped fuel the success of the First Intifada, creating the conditions for Oslo. Today, that’s a bitter irony for Palestinians who sacrificed family members or limbs for what turned out to be such a weak agreement. But at the time, for many, it seemed worth the price.

For Palestinians, Oslo remained a kind of tabula rasa of hopes and dreams based on the formula of getting an agreement first and working out the details later. “Arafat thought that if he was able to get into the Palestinian territories, he would manage his relations with the Israelis,” says Ghassan Khatib, former minister of labor and planning for the Palestinian Authority (PA) as well as a prominent analyst and pollster. “And he did not pay attention to the details in the written documents.”

More important to Arafat was simply to return from exile in Tunisia and then convince Israel to end its settlement policies, give Palestinians East Jerusalem, share the region’s water supplies, and come to an equitable agreement on the right of return for Palestinian refugees dispossessed in 1948. Yet Arafat and his cadre of fellow PLO officials from the diaspora, Khatib argues, “had no real understanding of or expertise in the Israeli way of doing things, the Israeli mentality, etcetera, etcetera.”

Just as bad, says Omar Shaban of the Gaza think tank Pal-Think, was the ineptitude of Palestinian institutions in convincing Israelis that they could govern competently. “We didn’t do a very good job... We did not build good institutions. We did not build real democracy. And we did not speak enough to the Israeli public... [to] convince them that we are here to work together, to build together,” and that “peace is good for the Israeli people.”

For Gershon Baskin, however, the failure of Oslo had far less to do with any cultural misunderstandings or bureaucratic mismanagement and far more to do with an act of political violence: the assassination of Rabin by an Israeli right-wing extremist in 1995. His death was “the major event that changed the course of Oslo.”

As Baskin, who served as an adviser to Rabin’s intelligence team for the Israeli-Palestinian negotiations, recalls, “I know what kind of direction Rabin was moving in when he agreed to Oslo.” In the early Oslo years, the prime minister’s deputies were at work on secret negotiations with the Palestinians -- the Geneva Accords and the Beilin-Abu Mazen agreement -- that would have made major territorial concessions and called for East Jerusalem to be the future Palestinian capital. Some Palestinians were not impressed; they noted that by approving of the Oslo accords, they had already agreed to cede 78% of historic Palestine, settling for the 22% that remained: the West Bank and Gaza. And they pointed out that some settlements remained in both of these unofficial agreements and that neither included any kind of Palestinian right of return -- considered by Israelis as a potential death blow to their state and by countless Palestinians uprooted in 1948 as a non-negotiable issue.

"There’s so much revisionist history," Diana Buttu says. She points out that when American settler Baruch Goldstein assassinated 29 Palestinians praying in a mosque in Hebron in 1994, Rabin could have seized the moment to end the settlements. Instead, she points out, he "entrenched the army, entrenched the settlements. It’s very cute for them to say it all related to the assassination of Rabin. But it really relates to what he intended to do in the first place."

The Soldiers Take Control

Yet Baskin believes that when Rabin, having just addressed 100,000 Israelis at a peace rally in Tel Aviv, was gunned down, Israeli priorities changed strikingly. “It was a peace process taken over by the military and the security people who had a very different understanding of how to do it.” This “change of mentality,” he adds, went “from cooperation and bridge building to walls and fence building -- creating a system of separation, of permits, of restriction of movement.” The division of the West Bank into Areas A, B, and C, or ostensibly full Palestinian control (18%), joint control (22%), and full Israeli military control (60%), was supposed to be temporary, but it has remained the status quo for a quarter of a century.

Whatever the motives and intentions of the Israeli architects of Oslo, they were soon superseded by Israelis who saw the claim of Eretz Israel -- all the land from the Mediterranean to the Jordan River -- as a prime territorial goal. As a result, the endless expansion of settlements (and the creation of new ones), as well as seizures of Palestinian lands in the West Bank and even of individual Palestinian houses in East Jerusalem neighborhoods, has become the endgame for successive Israeli governments, abetted by their American counterparts. “The basic fact is that Israel has their cake and they're eating it,” says Tamari. “They have the territories. They're not withdrawing. They’re happy with the security of A, B, and C. There's no pressure on them from the Americans. On the contrary.”

In the Oslo era, American presidents and secretaries of state, at most, issued mild diplomatic rebukes for settlement building, never threatening to suspend U.S. aid if Israel didn’t stop undermining the “peace process.” The last time that happened was when Secretary of State James Baker threatened to suspend $10 billion in loan guarantees to Israel during the presidency of George H.W. Bush in 1992.

And so, steadily, with every new visit to the Holy Land, I would witness the latest evidence of an expanding occupation -- new or larger settlements and military bases, more patrols by jeeps and armored vehicles, new surveillance towers, additional earthen barriers, giant red and white warning signs, and most of all, hundreds of military checkpoints, ever more ubiquitous, on virtually every mile of the West Bank. Less visible were the night raids on Palestinian refugee camps and the nearly 40% of Palestinian adult males who have spent time in Israeli prisons, where the military court conviction rate for them is 99.74%. Also on the increase was the Palestinian Authority’s expanding “security cooperation” with Israel. That, in turn, often pitted Palestinians against each other, embittering villagers and city dwellers alike against the governing PA.

As the system of control grew, draconian restrictions on movement only increased. Adults and children alike were forced to wait hours to return home from school or work or a visit to a hospital or relatives in Jordan. Meanwhile, occupied Palestine was slowly being converted into an archipelago of Israeli military control. Clearly, the “peace process” had made things far worse for Palestinians.

“I remember the nice days where there was peace without agreement,” says Shaban of Pal-Think, his tongue only partly in cheek. “Now we have agreement without peace.”

When “Peace” Is a Dirty Word

And so, in the post-Oslo decades, even “peace” became a dirty word to many Palestinians. “They thought that this agreement would lead into an independent Palestinian state,” says Ghassan Khatib, whose initial tracking poll, shortly after the iconic handshake on the White House lawn, showed 70% Palestinian support for Oslo. But when, he adds, “the public realized that this agreement was not good enough to stop the expansion of settlements, they realized it's good for nothing. Because the peace process for the Palestinians is about ending the occupation. And settlement expansion is actually the essence of occupation.Twenty-five years later, his polling finds that support for the “peace process” among Palestinians is now at about 24%.

On the ground, what now exists is not two states, but essentially a single state that leaves Israel in de facto control of land, water, borders, and freedom of movement. What connections existed between the West Bank, Gaza, and Jerusalem have been splintered, with little prospect of any kind of reunification any time soon.

Today, when you travel to the West Bank and drive through what was to be the landscape of a free and independent Palestine, you find yourself surrounded by a militarized colonial settler regime. The word “apartheid” inevitably comes to mind, despite its unpopularity among the pro-Israel lobby and their charges in Congress. Sometimes, I wonder whether “Jim Crow” doesn’t best describe the new Palestinian reality.

For me, each successive trip has revealed a political situation grimmer and less hopeful than the time before. Israel’s pursuit of land over peace and the complicity of the American government essentially killed “the two-state solution.”

The final blow came this May when the Trump administration moved the U.S. embassy from Tel Aviv to Jerusalem. In the process, it became clear that U.S. Mideast policy is now largely directed not only by the pro-settler triumvirate of Trump son-in-law Jared Kushner, Ambassador to Israel David Friedman, and Middle East adviser Jason Greenblatt, but also by the Armageddon lobby. Those evangelical Christians are spearheaded by John Hagee’s Christians United for Israel, which has surpassed the American Israel Public Affairs Committee as the largest pro-Israel group in the U.S. They believe that Israel must remain in control of the Holy Land so that Jesus can return and mete out justice to sinners, after which believers will rise to heaven in the rapture. Hagee, who has described such a moment in detail from his pulpit, is a major contributor to the Israeli settlement of Ariel (population 20,000). It was no happenstance that he was the minister who gave the benediction at the U.S. embassy dedication ceremony in Jerusalem in May, as Israeli forces were gunning down unarmed protesters in Gaza.

Now, in an effort to end the long-standing right of return of Palestinian refugees, the Trump administration is canceling funding to UNRWA, the U.N. refugee agency that has provided food, shelter, education, and housing in the Palestinian refugee camps for nearly seven decades. The move, spearheaded by Kushner, is part of a broader “deal of the century” to pressure Palestinians into a peace agreement on American and Israeli terms. Clearly a bad deal for Palestinians, it is sure to sharply increase poverty and hunger in the camps, especially in Gaza. Strategically, it appears to be an attempt to force Gazans to give up their long-standing national rights, while increasing their dependence on humanitarian aid.

There is another solution, says Buttu. Instead of approaching this as primarily a humanitarian problem, the international community could "put pressure on Israel to end the [economic] siege, and allow us to live in freedom. If we were able to have a seaport, an airport," to import, export, and travel freely, "we wouldn’t need handouts." Yet most of the world, she says, is "too terrified to confront Israel."

Failed peace, dashed hopes, hunger, apartheid, Armageddon. Not much to celebrate, is there? And there may not be for quite a while. “The dream is still there,” insists Tamari, but he adds that, for the foreseeable future, “I think we’re going to continue to have the status quo. State of repression, colonization for many, many years to come. Until the global scene changes.” Say, a major decline in U.S. influence (something not so hard to imagine right now) or some other less predictable set of events. “Or until the Palestinians undertake a massive civil insurrection. That may tip the balance.”

An Ode to Joy

Many Palestinians see the recent Gaza March of Return and the nonviolent boycott, divestment, and sanctions (BDS) movement, which advocates cultural and economic boycotts of Israel, as examples of such civil insurrections. BDS supporters recently celebrated a genuine victory, with the announcements by Lana del Rey and 15 other artists that they were bowing out of the Meteor concert festival in Israel. Yet taken together, BDS and the March of Return don’t come close to the First Intifada, a six-year uprising involving virtually every sector of Palestinian society, which brought Israel to the negotiating table -- ironically, for the failed Oslo Agreement.

Still, few are the Palestinians likely to tell you that the national dream is dead. In late July, for instance, I spoke with Laila Salah, a 21-year-old Palestinian cellist, then rehearsing to play Beethoven’s 9th Symphony in Jerusalem in an orchestra led by Palestinian violist Ramzi Aburedwan, the founder of the Al Kamandjati music school. Many of Laila’s fellow Palestinian musicians, risking arrest, snuck into the holy city, in part to play Beethoven but also to assert their right to be in their beloved Jerusalem, which they still dream of as their capital. When I asked Laila if she thought Palestine would have its own state one day, she compared her people’s freedom to the fourth movement, or Ode to Joy, in the 9th Symphony. “The fourth movement embodies our freedom,” she told me. “Or at least, being able to go freely around Palestine. It’s a wish to come true. I don’t know when. We might not be alive to see our fourth movement.”

With the endless march of settlements, Israel’s continued impunity, a fractured Palestine divided between the West Bank and Gaza, and a Trump administration empowering people who believe Armageddon is near, a solution to the Israel-Palestine nightmare may seem impossible. But maybe, Laila, a just peace is coming sooner than you think.

After all, who predicted the fall of the Berlin Wall or the end of apartheid in South Africa?

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