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Written by <a href="index.php?option=com_comprofiler&task=userProfile&user=6853"><span class="small">Frank Rich, New York Magazine</span></a>   
Friday, 18 May 2018 08:49

Rich writes: "Yes, Trump was sending a message with the horror show he orchestrated in Jerusalem. But the message had nothing to do with his administration's purported goal of seeking peace in the Middle East."

Ivanka Trump and Jared Kushner. (photo: Gali Tibbon/Getty Images)
Ivanka Trump and Jared Kushner. (photo: Gali Tibbon/Getty Images)


Trump's Jerusalem Horror Show

By Frank Rich, New York Magazine

18 May 18


Most weeks, New York Magazine writer-at-large Frank Rich speaks with contributor Alex Carp about the biggest stories in politics and culture. Today, Trump faith adviser Robert Jeffress, Trump’s no-apologies policy, and Tom Wolfe’s legacy.

he opening ceremony for the U.S. Embassy in Jerusalem included a prayer led by Robert Jeffress, the Dallas pastor and Trump faith adviser who has spoken out against Islam and Mormonism, and infamously said that “you can’t be saved by being a Jew.” Did Trump use Jeffress’s invitation, and the rest of the ceremony, to send a message?

Yes, Trump was sending a message with the horror show he orchestrated in Jerusalem. But the message had nothing to do with his administration’s purported goal of seeking peace in the Middle East — a cause that has been set back indefinitely by his provocative relocation of the American embassy. Trump’s message, per usual, was for his own selfish political aims. It was targeted at his base, whose most loyal members are right-wing Evangelicals. And so the ceremony included not only a prayer from Jeffress, whose disdain for Jews is matched only by his loathing of Mormons and Muslims, but a benediction from John Hagee, an Evangelical crackpot notorious for telling NPR’s “Fresh Air” that God created Katrina to punish New Orleans for hosting “a homosexual parade.”

For this segment of Trump’s base, bigotry (including against Roman Catholics, in Hagee’s case) is a Godly virtue and anti-Semitism is not inconsistent with Zionism. Israel is the presumed site of the Second Coming, after which everyone who refuses to give themselves up to Christ will be subjected to another Holocaust. Some of this base is grateful for the previous Holocaust as well, which is why Hagee has said that Hitler was “part of God’s plan” for the Jews and for Israel. This is the theological brand of anti-Semitism whose secular expression could be found in Charlottesville where white-supremacist thugs among what Trump called “very fine people on both sides” could be found chanting “Jews will not replace us.”

Of course Jeffress and Hagee were only a small part of the hideous spectacle in Jerusalem. Some 40 miles away Palestinian demonstrators were being mowed down en masse, an image juxtaposed on split screen by the sight of Ivanka Trump smiling, as Michelle Goldberg has written, “like a Zionist Marie Antoinette.” The most prominent Jews in attendance besides her and her husband were Sheldon Adelson, Steven Mnuchin, and “Bibi” Netanyahu, who (along with his wife) is under criminal investigation in tandem with that of his ally in the White House. This Jersualem “ceremony” will live on not as a positive step in Israeli history but as a shabby rogue’s gallery panorama of mobsterism at the top of both the American and Israeli governments.

The only thing missing from the picture was a sanctimonious Jared Kushner evocation of his grandparents’ survival of the Holocaust. You may recall he wrote at length (in the New York Observer, which he then owned) about that piece of his family history during the 2016 campaign when his father-in-law was accused of anti-Semitism after sending out a “Crooked Hillary” tweet decorated with a six-pointed star on top of a pile of $100 bills. (He subsequently deleted it.) Many American Jewish families are the descendants of Holocaust survivors. They don’t merchandize that legacy to justify the alt-right, and they don’t embrace anti-Semites praying for the mass conversion and/or mass extinction of Jews.

Nearly a week after White House aide Kelly Sadler joked behind closed doors that John McCain’s opinion on political affairs “doesn’t matter” because “he’s dying anyway,” both Sadler and the White House have yet to apologize in public. Is their no-apologies principle worth the crisis it has created?

There is something preposterous about the whole premise of this doomed chase for a Kelly Sadler apology. If Trump himself never apologized for his own slur of McCain during the campaign, what does it matter if this crass underling apologizes now or not? The most interesting aspect of this incident is that even as McCain is dying few Republicans in Congress are asking for a Sadler apology — let alone a Trump apology — and none have the balls to do so to the president’s face. (They have no such problem excoriating the comic riffs of Michelle Wolf.) Do any of these jokers have an inkling of how posterity will view this week’s videos of them skulking away from reporters in the Capitol’s corridors or making mealy-mouth statements while staring down at the floor? Their cowardice will be remembered just as surely as McCain’s wartime heroism.

The writer Tom Wolfe died on Tuesday, leaving behind a world of letters in which, in large part thanks to him, longform journalism has grown to rival the novel for prestige and attention. What do you think were his biggest contributions to the field?

It is really hard to overestimate the revolution Wolfe brought to journalism. By marrying a glorious literary style and hard-driving narrative to meticulous, indefatigable reporting, he rehabilitated the very notion of print journalism in the 1960s when it was deadly gray and, like much of American culture, having difficulty fending off the behemoth of television. It’s impossible to imagine many of our best nonfiction writers, from Hunter S. Thompson to Michael Lewis, without his having paved the way.

There had been strong narrative journalism before Wolfe’s so-called New Journalism — some of it in the William Shawn–era The New Yorker, the subject of a merciless Wolfe takedown when New York was still an insert in the New York Herald Tribune. Later he would eventually publish an even bigger bombshell, “Radical Chic.” But Wolfe’s range, ambitions, and moxie left them in the dust: He wanted to understand and capture nearly every strata of American society, from stock-car racers in the South, where he grew up, to the swells in Leonard Bernstein’s apartment in his adopted adult home of Manhattan. And so he did.

For me, Wolfe’s career as a novelist is something of a sideshow to his great work as a journalist. He strenuously argued — with John Updike and Norman Mailer, among others — that American fiction had grown too inward and proposed that it be infused with the kind of broad societal reportage that informed the epic canvases of Dickens and Balzac. Nothing wrong with that: There is room for both categories of fiction (and many more). But the problem with Wolfe’s was not the ambition but the execution. The first and by far the best of his novels, Bonfire of the Vanities, is rightly prized for its wise and often hilarious reportage — an excoriating portrait of late-1980s New York City on the brink. But unlike as in, say, Dickens, most of the characters are less memorable than the seething backdrop; the people in Wolfe’s fiction, unlike in his journalism, tend to evaporate from memory even as the big setpieces around them remain indelible.

Go read or reread the anthologies of Wolfe’s astonishing magazine pieces, including the earliest from Esquire, as well as The Right Stuff, his book-length masterpiece about the early history of America’s space program. Though many writers learned from him and more than a few have imitated him, he is an American original and remains one of a kind.


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When Trump Calls Latinos "Animals," Should We Hear Echoes of the SS's Undermen? Print
Thursday, 17 May 2018 13:30

Cole writes: "Yesterday Trump again called some undocumented migrants into the US 'animals.' Calling people animals has been a parlor sport with Mr. Trump."

President Trump at the California Sanctuary State Roundtable in the Cabinet Room on Wednesday. (photo: Doug Mills/The New York Times)
President Trump at the California Sanctuary State Roundtable in the Cabinet Room on Wednesday. (photo: Doug Mills/The New York Times)


When Trump Calls Latinos "Animals," Should We Hear Echoes of the SS's Undermen?

By Juan Cole, Informed Comment

17 May 18

 

n the beginning of the internet back in the late 1980s and early 1990s when you for the first time had large and contentious discussions online at bulletin boards like Usenet, attorney Mike Godwin noticed that the longer a discussion went on, the more likely it was that someone would make a Hitler comparison. Some internet aficionados even declared a thread over when someone evoked the National Socialists of the 1930s. The implication was that such a comparison was always hyperbolic.

The problem with Godwin’s law is that it emerged at a time when we did not expect to have a Neonazi president. Not being able to point to the real similarities of Trump’s White Nationalist discourse with Nazi premises about racial hierarchies would actually be dangerous at this point. And we have seen Mr. Trump defend self-avowed Neonazis and Klansmen at Charlottesville. It is not an optical illusion.

So yesterday Trump again called some undocumented migrants into the US “animals.” Calling people animals has been a parlor sport with Mr. Trump, and he has often gotten things wrong, as when he used his wealth to persecute the falsely accused Central Park 5.

Calling people “animals” is not just the use of an ugly epithet. It is not merely impolite.

It is a call to mistreat the class of people so designated, to fear them and blame them and ultimately to seek to wipe them out.

“Animal” functions similarly in this regard to the Nazi technical term “Untermensch” or underman, subhuman.

Richard A Etlin in Art, Culture, and Media under the Third Reich translates passages from the infamous SS pamphlet of 1941, entitled Der Untermensch:

“It is a frightening creature, a mere shadow of a man, with humanoid racial features, yet spiritually and psychologically more base than any animal. Within this being rages a vile chaos of wild, uncontrolled passions, a nameless desire for destruction, the most primitive desires, and naked vulgarity.”

The pamphlet goes on to be more specific about the identity of this horrible category of apparent human beings, who are actually animals or worse. It specifies eastern Slavs (Russians and Poles) and Jews, among others. Not even some members of those groups, but all of them. The pamphlet functioned as a call for and a justification for the genocide against the Jews, Gypsies, gays and other groups as well as the slaughter of Russian boys at the eastern Front.

That is, denigrating people as less than human is a step toward permitting their elimination.

Trump apologists would say that he is only calling gangbangers “animals,” not all Mexicans or Mexican-Americans. But anyone who actually has listened to him talk about those groups knows that he tars them all with the brush of gang violence. It is worth underlining that the vast majority of immigrants are law-abiding, since they fear that tangling with law enforcement could get them deported.

There are some 55 million Hispanic people in the US. Less than one percent of them are gang members. Of the some 16,000 murders a year, only small percentage appear to be tied to gangs. Of the total, typically nearly a quarter are cases of close family members killing one another. Over half of women victims of homicide in the US are killed by an intimate, i.e. boyfriend, spouse or former such. In general, most murder victims are killed by someone they know, not by a stranger from among the Undermen or “animals.” Only about 12% of victims are killed by a complete stranger. The best predictor for perpetration of violent crime is not ethnicity but poverty. Nor should we give up on rehabilitating people who commit crimes, even violent crimes. They are human beings, not animals.

Although Trump’s initial move in eliminating those he sees as Undermen is to make sure they are deported if their papers are not in order, we have already seen at Charlottesville that he condones white nationalist violence against anyone who disagrees with him. He could be pulling our society into more and more frequent racial confrontations. Minorities who fight back will be labeled terrorists by the president of the United States. That this polarization Trump is trying to provoke could ratchet up into anti-Latino pogroms cannot be ruled out.

It is unfortunately worth pointing out that although the Jews were on the receiving end of discourse about dangerous subhumans in the Germany of the 1940s, today in Israel it is all to common to hear politicians refer to Palestinians as “animals.” That discourse is how you get rules of engagement where it is all right to shoot down unarmed, peaceful protesters in Gaza.

There are no Undermen. All human beings have the same rights.


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FOCUS: The Battle of Woodstock Print
Thursday, 17 May 2018 10:48

Taibbi writes: "Woodstock high school history teacher Jeff Beals decided to run for Congress late last year."

Woodstock high school history teacher Jeff Beals decided to run for Congress late last year. He set up a time to talk to national Democrats about his run. The call was set for four in the afternoon, just after he finished classes. (photo: Jeff Beals)
Woodstock high school history teacher Jeff Beals decided to run for Congress late last year. He set up a time to talk to national Democrats about his run. The call was set for four in the afternoon, just after he finished classes. (photo: Jeff Beals)


The Battle of Woodstock

By Matt Taibbi, Rolling Stone

17 May 18

 

What does it mean when the biggest threat to upstart Democrats is the national Democratic Party?

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Woodstock high school history teacher Jeff Beals decided to run for Congress late last year. He set up a time to talk to national Democrats about his run. The call was set for four in the afternoon, just after he finished classes.

Ten minutes before four, his cell rang. A local political operative with connections to the party was on the line.

"So," the man said. "I hear you have a call at four. OK if I prep you?"

Beals, a bright-eyed, lean-framed ex-diplomat who'd been all over the world and seen some bizarre things in his relatively young life, was experiencing the first moments of a political career. Before anyone in politics even knew who he was, he was already being coached on what to say.

"OK," he replied.

"They're gonna ask you two questions," the man said. "First, they'll ask you how much you think you can raise in the first quarter. You want to know how to answer?"

A curious Beals answered in the affirmative.

"Tell them you can raise $300,000."

"Three hundred thousand, OK."

"Next," the man said, "They're gonna ask how much you think it will cost to win the whole race. You wanna know the answer to that also?"

A dizzy Beals again answered, "Yes."

"Tell 'em it'll cost between a million to $2 million to win. You got that?"

"I got it."

The man hung up. Minutes later, Beals was on the phone with a bigwig regional director from the Democratic Congressional Campaign Committee (DCCC). There was a brief exchange of niceties, but more or less right away, the man got down to business.

"Jeff, let me ask you a question," he said. "How much do you think you can raise in the first quarter?"

"Three hundred thousand dollars?" Beals guessed.

"Good," the man said. "And how much will you need to win it all?"

"Well," said Beals, "I'd say I need somewhere between one and $2 million to win."

"Great," the man replied. There was a little more discussion and then, before Beals knew it, the call was over.

Beals tells the story of both calls in rapid-fire, caricaturized form. He had expected to be asked more about his background, his beliefs, what his policies were, what his campaign strategy might be.

The DCCC confirms that the conversation happened, but insists they asked Beals about other things besides money, including his grassroots strategy.

Beals remembers it being more about money.

Beals points also to a document the DCCC sent him. They wanted him to sign a memorandum of understanding (MOU), effectively outlining his contractual obligation to the DCCC, as a Democratic candidate for Congress.

Literally a form letter, the document read:

This Agreement is entered into on this ** day of December, 2017, between the DCCC and (candidate name) (hereafter referred to as the candidate).

Beals scanned the MOU and quickly saw that multiple obligations of "candidate name" were all about money.

Item one demanded that the candidate agree to "communicate with the DCCC on a regular basis regarding progress toward quarterly fundraising goals."

Item two would require Beals to share his budget and finance plan with the DCCC.

Item three was the one that really threw the 41 year-old teacher:

3. The Candidate agrees to have a campaign budget completed six months prior to the primary and to focus on preserving at least 75% of funds for paid communications.

Beals was stunned. In signing the document, he believed he would be committing to spending three out of every four dollars he raised on ad buys. Essentially, he was being instructed to kick most of his money upstairs, to what he would later only half-jokingly describe as the "campaign-industrial complex."

DCCC spokesman Evan Lukaske, when asked about this provision, said, "The DCCC believes that the best way to win an election is to talk with voters directly, whether it's at the door, on TV, in the mailboxes or online," and that the media requirement "is aimed at making sure that candidates spend the vast majority of their funds communicating with voters, rather than paying for high priced consultants or bloated overhead costs."

What kind of money was Beals expected to bring in? The candidate received the first of a series of letters informing him of how much the DCCC wanted him to raise in order to be taken seriously, and/or earn the support of Washington:

Dear Jeff,

Thank you for your commitment to building a stronger America and your hard work as a candidate during the 2018 election cycle.

We are setting your Q1 goal at $500,000 raised by March 31st.

This goal is tailor-made for your campaign. It is based on the cost of communicating with voters in your district and reflects our belief in your fundraising potential…

It seemed that as far as the national party was concerned, the only question that mattered about Jeff Beals was: Could he be in position to spend $375,000 on paid media by March 31st?

In a few brief communications, the DCCC had treated Beals to a graphic demonstration of a basic truth about national politics in America. If you want in, you either have to be independently wealthy, have wealthy donors lined up, or do something drastic like win the lottery or sell your house.

"They want me to rob my friends and family," Beals says. "Or sell out. Or both." He sighs. "Preferably both."

In the end, Beals tossed the MOU in the trash. "Never even wrote back," he says. "What's the point?"

***

The Democrats are facing perhaps the most crucial midterm-election season in the modern, post-civil rights incarnation of the party's history. The sitting president, Donald Trump, is not just a Republican and an unprecedented new species of political monster, but recent events like the apparent outbreak of peace on the Korean Peninsula have his approval rating improbably ticking up.

It was not long ago that we were talking about the Republicans as a party on the verge of political pseudo-extinction, as demographic analyses in the afterglow of Obama's two victories had pundits talking about the "permanent Democratic majority."

Instead, the Democrats have plunged into a bizarre decade-long slide, losing both houses of Congress and upwards of 1,000 state legislative seats since the beginning of the Obama era. The shocking loss of seeming presidential shoo-in Hillary Clinton in 2016 spoke to something gone horribly awry in the "permanent Democratic majority" narrative, making 2018 a vital test of the party's ability to stop the mysterious bleeding.

Many Democrats want to retake the House in order to impeach President Trump. The idea seems to fire up the blue base but doesn't seem to have majority support among all voters, a dichotomy that has made potential impeachment oddly both a Democratic and a Republican talking point going into the fall.

Either way, the Democrats desperately need to win every swing district they can, and as time has gone on, more and more divisions have emerged within a party still finding its way after the great Hillary-Bernie schism of 2016. There have been numerous open battles between the national party and its more progressive, grassroots flank. The story about the DCCC dropping an opposition research memo on Texas progressive Laura Moser is only the best known of these increasingly bitter disputes.

A recent New York Times story described how the national party first urged physician Mai Khanh Tran to drop out of the California 39th district race on the grounds that she could not win, then openly backed former Republican Gil Cisneros when Tran refused to step aside. The same story talked about similar disputes in Arkansas and upstate New York.

Many of these stories tend to involve crowded primary fields in swing districts. The New York 19th, which features six Democratic candidates in addition to Beals, and is widely considered up for grabs, is just such a setting. And here, too, the divisions that threaten the party have come out in the open. Money is one dividing line. Another is residency.

There are only two Democratic candidates in the New York 19th race who have lived in the district long enough to have voted there in the last election. Beals is one. An Ulster County trial lawyer (and ordained Methodist deacon) named Dave Clegg is the other.

Clegg has been in the district for 37 years. His résumé reads like something out of a Frank Capra movie, or an application to the Vatican for sainthood. Over the years, he has engaged in almost every kind of civic-oriented activity one can imagine, from teaching in prison to working in a soup kitchen to coaching basketball to working for the Boy Scouts to clerking for the NAACP, sexual abuse victims and countless other pro bono clients.

But Clegg's campaign home page, with the slogan "FIGHTING FOR PEOPLE – NOT CORPORATE INTERESTS," suggests that he, like Beals, is confrontationally populist. Possibly for that reason, possibly because he came to the race late, he's not sure – "I may be too progressive for them, I don't know," he says – he hasn't exactly felt the love from the national party. This is despite the fact that he's clearly got the deepest roots in the district out of all the candidates.

"[The DCCC] gave me all of 20 minutes in a back room," he says. "They really haven't taken the time to get to know us up here."

Clegg remembers the DCCC asking the same questions Beals got about funding.

"Ultimately they ask you, 'How much can you contribute to your campaign?'" he recounts.

As for the memorandum of understanding, with its rigid ad-buy requirements, Clegg wasn't impressed.

"We don't have the resources to do it the way they want to do it," he says. "So we'll do it another way."

Clegg, whose wife has long been a teacher in the area, claims to have three times the volunteers of any other candidate. So he's knocking on doors instead of buying commercials. He didn't sign the MOU.

From the party's perspective, they feel like they're in a no-win situation with certain kinds of voters. If they support an establishment candidate, there are complaints that they're interfering. At other times, they take criticism for failing to support progressive candidates. So which is it – should they interfere, or not?

As far as the 19th goes, the DCCC insists it's sticking with the Prime Directive and not pushing anyone. "We have not put any candidate on Red to Blue [the party's program to support "top-tier" candidates] and we are not working directly with any one candidate," Lukaske said.

But the system doesn't need to be a conspiracy to be askew. Maybe the oddest feature of a hotly contested primary race like the 19th is how random the deciding factors might end up being.

***

There's a common misconception that the national parties put a lot of thought and planning into finding candidates to run for local office. In reality, the process can be a lot more random than the public understands.

The national party doesn't have time for every district, not even every swing district. This is shocking, since the overwhelming majority of House races are already non-competitive – just 23 of the 435 seats in 2016 were considered truly contested races.

It's a kind of gerrymandering non-aggression pact between the Democrats and Republicans that leaves huge numbers of people unrepresented. It has long been one of America's dirtiest secrets.

The fact that the parties devote a relative paucity of resources to even the very few contested districts means candidates are often picked based less on merit than on absurd factors like "Who's around who can scrape together half a million dollars in the next three months?"

Surprisingly often, the answer is "Nobody." Which is why so many congressional races in remote districts end up featuring wandering millionaires from wherever the nearest big city happens to be.

In the case of the 19th, millions of dollars did indeed quickly pour into the primary race. As of May, north of $5 million has been raised for Democratic candidates. Both Beals and Clegg, along with an agronomist named Erin Collier, soon found themselves bringing up the rear financially against a gaggle of candidates who clearly did a better job of proving their "fundraising potential."

To Beals, his worst suspicions seemed confirmed when he learned that the top four Democrats in the field by fundraising turned out to be, in no particular order: a defense contractor, a health care executive, a partner at a famed lobbying firm and a former press aide to Gov. Andrew Cuomo. In Beals' mind, this lineup was like a Rogue's Gallery of centrist caricatures.

"You couldn't make this stuff up," he says.

Beals, like Clegg, insists most of these candidates are basically New Yorkers who have never voted in the district before this year. Of course, Beals himself has only been living and working in Woodstock since 2016.

Beyond that, in some cases, you have to look at the fine print to see the difference between Beals and his primary opponents on issues like health care, student debt and social security. There is, of course, a significant difference between "I'm for Medicare for all" and "I'm committed to fighting for affordable health care for all." But such differences are not easy for the average voter to suss out.

Here's something that's far easier for voters to spot: On which side of the increasingly bitter schism within the party does the candidate reside?

The Great Democratic Divide that opened last election and has been widening ever since, and which seems on the surface to be a clash of two strident and intractable cult-of-personality movements – Bernie Bros vs. Hillbots – has really very little to do with personality at all. It is, for sure, about ideology. But it is also a prosaic argument about money and tactics.

The core Sanders argument was always that Democrats could never effectively represent people against corporate power while continuing to be sponsored by it.

The counter to that has been that Democrats can get more done working with business than against it, and moreover, they can't afford to cede the fundraising battle to Republicans (although the Democrats out-raised Trump nearly 2-to-1 in 2016, and still lost).

Democrats have been traveling in a furious circle for two years now, fighting tooth and nail over this question in the manner of all Internet arguments, i.e. pointlessly and without end. The schism has paralyzed the national party, which, heading into the 2018 elections, still hasn't developed anything like a coherent strategy for winning back places like the 19th.

Even one of Beals' more well-heeled opponents, the Iraq War vet and surveillance contractor Pat Ryan – whose past business practices earned the unwelcome attention of Intercept muckraker Lee Fang earlier this year – seems puzzled by the lack of direction from the party.

"I've been very disappointed in the lack of leadership, the lack of message," Ryan says.

There seems to be no real plan for taking these districts back. But if one were going to try one out, it would be here, in the 19th, a political cliff-face where one can clearly see the mass erosion that caused the Great Democratic Catastrophe of 2016.

***

The 19th is a geographically enormous, almost entirely rural oblong in and around the Hudson Valley and central New York. It was born of a merger of two districts, the 20th and 22nd, after New York state lost two seats following the 2010 census.

Seemingly gerrymandered to be a safely red district, it features an enrollment advantage somewhere north of 6,100 votes for the Republicans.

There's nothing like a big city anywhere in the district. The 19th snakes south through counties like Duchess and Ulster, north to Montgomery, Otsego and Rensselaer, and west to a bit of Broome, all while carefully sidestepping urban areas like Albany, Schenectady and Poughkeepsie.

The resulting demographic Frankenstein is one of the whitest districts in the state: a Martin Mull-level 89.7% overall.

Boasting lush landscapes within weekend-home range of Manhattan, the 19th contains a few upscale communities like Woodstock and Hyde Park (the ancestral home of the ultimate silver-spoon Democrat, Franklin Roosevelt). But the district as a whole is actually below average in terms of both median income and higher education.

High school educated, white, rural: exactly the kind of place where Democrats saw their worst slides in 2016. The 19th followed this pattern.

Barack Obama won handily here, twice, beating John McCain 53-45 in 2008 and Mitt Romney 52-46 in 2012. But Hillary Clinton lost this district 51-44 to Donald Trump, a 15-point swing. What happened?

Part of the answer might be found in the fact that Clinton didn't just lose here to Trump. She also lost badly to Sanders. The Vermont senator won 35,022 votes here in the 2016 Democratic primary, to just 24,621 for Clinton. Coupled with Trump's performance, this seems an indication that displeasure with the political establishment was at least one factor for voters on both sides in the district.

This detail is relevant to Beals, who is endorsed by a national organization of former Sanders staffers, the Justice Democrats (Sanders has not endorsed anyone in the race). In fact, it makes Beals' story even stranger. If Sanders won so handily here, why would the national party not work harder to cultivate someone like him? Why isn't there room in the congressional caucus for both major brands of blue-state politics?

Policy-wise, Beals is a Sanders doppelgänger. He preaches Medicare for all, forgiveness of student debt, free higher education and a guaranteed jobs program. Also, just like the Vermont senator, he frequently rails against the tepid incrementalism of centrist Democrats, for instance comparing their approach to health care to the famed Zeno's paradox of antiquity.

"You know, the one where if you go half the distance each time, you never actually reach your destination?" Beals says. "It's the same with Democrats and health care. It's like: 'We'll start with an opt-in, then we'll try this other thing…' But they never actually get there."

If you squint hard, Beals' profile even vaguely resembles that of a young Sanders. Conspicuously absent is the hardscrabble childhood, or the rabbinical seriousness that Sanders exudes when he talks about things like income inequality and corporate corruption.

Beals is, however, idealistic, quick-witted, Jewish and unabashedly anti-establishment. He is the grandson of four Auschwitz survivors, and his parents, in their youth, were service workers in the hotels and resorts of the Borscht Belt, which might be why he reaches for the one-liner more often than Sanders does.

Where he differs from Sanders in the most extreme way is in his path to politics. While Sanders was an anti-war and civil rights activist practically in the womb, Beals began his professional life as a CIA intelligence officer and diplomat. He started off working in the West Bank and the Gaza strip, but ended up in the Iraqi War theater, working for a time out of Saddam Hussein's occupied palace and even helping American viceroys draft the Iraqi Constitution in the Bush years.

This part of his bio has been something of a millstone around Beals' neck, as Internet sleuths and opponents alike have used it to portray him as everything from a deep-state plant to an outright "manufactured, faux-progressive candidate" surreptitiously inserted into the race by forces loyal to Hillary Clinton.

According to a theory espoused in Counterpunch, Beals was designed to so perfectly imitate a progressive campaign that evil Clintonites are "using the Beals campaign as a laboratory for [a] strategy of winning elections without raising millions of dollars."

If Beals is really in deep cover, trying to look like a broke-ass history teacher running a threadbare campaign in order to undermine progressivism by failing to raise money or national party support, he's doing a hell of a job. The motive for such a plan seems elusive, but such is life in the conspiratorial 2010s.

Beals, for his part, is actually at his most convincing and interesting when he talks about his past life in the Middle East. He describes it in a kind of daze, like he can't believe he actually experienced it.

He was once a patriotic scholar and Arabist who believed what he'd been taught – right up until he found himself in the middle of some of the most momentous transactions in the recent history of American foreign policy, and realized it was madness.

"I was brought up in this tradition," he says. He describes being handed in his student days The End of History and The Last Man, the infamous Francis Fukuyama tome that essentially describes Western neoliberal capitalism as the un-improvable apex of human social organization. "I was handed an apocalyptic religious text," he says, "and told it was international relations! It's incredible. That actually happened!"

He goes on to describe how in his diplomatic career, he watched as high-ranking Americans kept searching for a "Muslim Luther," often elevating frauds or inadequate personalities who would win American backing and treasure by promising to reform Islam, clear out the Imams and bring the Middle East in line with American capitalist culture.

"All this made it kind of hilarious to be in Iraq, because I was literally in the room when the constitution negotiations were breaking down, the negotiations that were supposed to turn it into a democracy. And I was just sitting there thinking, 'History's ending, man.'" He pauses. "I was kind of the mad prophet who saw the End of History. Except, not exactly."

When Beals came home from the Middle East, he had an offer to work in the corporate world. (An infamous petroleum company that valued his Arab language skills and diplomatic background came knocking.) But Beals, disillusioned by his experience, couldn't bring himself to go that route.

Dispirited, he went back to his family farm in Putnam County, New York, and ended up teaching history in nearby Woodstock for a meager salary. "It's pretty much impossible to even make a significant paycheck in the U.S. anymore without being involved in some form of criminal enterprise," he quips, referring to the jobs he'd turned down.

For a while, he worked on a book about his experiences, hoping to lift a lid on some of the lunacy he'd seen. But a combination of inspiration from the 2016 campaign and the realization that a Sanders-style platform could do well in his district prompted him to throw his hat into the 2018 House race.

Before he knew it, pulling the veil back on Iraq was a memory. He was now witnessing something just as strange that he felt the world needed to hear about: the machinations of congressional campaigning.

Major-party politics in America, he insists, is little more than a giant protection racket. As he describes it, the party bureaucracies use local elections as forums to gobble up cash by the multi-millions, with ideology or even winning being, at best, ancillary considerations.

The need to continually raise more and more money to support party bureaucracies becomes so intense that the notion of choosing candidates based on ideas or principles becomes a far-away dream.

"It's like The Godfather," says Beals. "You know how Michael says, 'In five years, the Corleone family will be completely legitimate'? It's just one day. One day. Like, we're not there. "

***

Thursday afternoon, May 3rd, Ellenville, New York. In this small town in the southern end of the district, a place where Beals' father once lived while waiting tables at nearby resorts, the candidate is knocking on doors to spread the word with Iyla (pronounced EY-E-la) Shornstein, his watchful young chief of staff.

In between houses, Beals and Shornstein are trading jokes about the campaign.

"Did you see the latest letter from the DCCC?" Beals asks. "They raised my vig!"

Beals and Shornstein frequently joke about "the vig," a gambling reference to the interest charged by bookies and loan sharks. In their eyes, the national party's fundraising targets are the Beltway's version of "the vigorish," a tab you've got to pay your bookie to keep your account open (and legs unbroken).

Shornstein, an alert young woman who seems always to be checking her cellphone for campaign updates and messages from other staffers and volunteers, says she didn't see the letter.

"Yeah. They upped it to $800K," Beals cracks.

"You didn't tell me that!" she says.

I ask Beals how far he's in the hole, in the eyes of the party. The vig, he jokes, has been running for months.

"Deep," he says. "I'm really in deep, man."

He walks up to a door, knocks on it and adjusts the Beals-for-Congress button on his blue dress shirt. After a moment, a frail-looking woman with long white hair opens the door and cautiously looks Beals up and down.

"Hi," he says. "I'm Jeff Beals, and I'm running for Congress. I just wanted to come by and let you know about the election. I'm running against John Faso…"

The woman, who turns out to be a teacher at a nearby prison, invites Beals inside. Almost everyone we'll meet today whose house isn't in total disrepair seems to be either a teacher or a prison worker. Beals later suggests this might have something to do with the fact that those are two of the last groups around here that have unions.

The candidate enters and takes a seat on a couch opposite the kindly old woman. His rap to voters is simple.

Within the first few moments, he typically tells people he's in favor of Medicare for all, wants to raise Social Security benefits and wants to fight to stop "endless war" abroad. The line, "I was endorsed by the Justice Democrats, the national organization of former Bernie Sanders staffers" usually comes out quickly as well.

The woman listens politely for a while, but seems more concerned about a movie she had been watching in the other room. Beals, noticing, gets up.

"So, can I count on your vote in the upcoming primary?"

"Maybe, yes," she says, smiling.

Look in media analyses and in the public pronouncements of party officials, and what you'll find is an unbroken string of apologias suggesting the party's failures in places like these are inherently unavoidable – a problem of bad voters, not bad policies.

One common take is that a huge chunk of this America lives in Hillary Clinton's infamous "third basket" of Trump supporters: they are "racist, sexist, homophobic, xenophobic, Islamophobic, you name it."

If true – and of course it could be – then, arguendo, there really is nothing to be done. After all, one cannot expect the party of the Great Society to make dog-whistle racial appeals to win voters back (even though it did exactly this in the mid-Nineties, using the euphemistically-titled triangulation technique).

Another common take is that the Obama-to-Clinton slide is usually a problem of education, not economics. In 2016, for instance, Hillary Clinton outperformed Obama in 48 of the 50 most-educated communities.

It was the towns with the lowest college graduation rates – places like Blount, Alabama, and Pike, Kentucky – where the people abandoned brainy Clinton for the race-baiting, Propecia-taking reality star, Donald Trump.

If that's true, the thinking goes, what can be done? Send smart pills in the mail? Offer free college education? (Well, not that).

In the rare case that the punditocracy even bothers proposing solutions to the "we are not loved by the poorly educated" problem, they're usually cringe-inducing to a spectacular degree. An example is the New Republic's suggestion that the Democrats could penetrate post-literate culture by recruiting celebrity candidates like Meryl Streep, Matt Damon, Leonardo DiCaprio or Rosie O'Donnell.

When asked about defeatist analyses that suggest Democrats either can't or shouldn't try to regain voters in areas like these, Beals shakes his head.

"I just think it's completely bullshit that we can't win those votes," he says. "First of all, what are you losing them to? You're losing them to an anger vote ... It's not even like you lost them to a Republican agenda."

He adds: "And then Trump comes along and wins votes on anger, and then partially steals your own script by offering them health care and draining the swamp."

Clegg agrees with Beals on this score. "Trump hit a new low in terms of the lizard-brain fear approach," he says. "It did actually work with some."

Beals goes on to suggest that there's an even more nefarious motive for the defeatist analyses. Successfully spreading the idea that the party can't reach certain voters not only absolves the national bureaucracy of any need to change, but reduces campaigning to a blunt-force fundraising contest, a place where they're comfortable.

"This is where things get dark, but I think there are a lot of people who want you to think we can't win those votes," he says. "They want us to just get back to focusing on the fundraising, and keep the cash cow going."

Beals belongs to the camp that believes that part of what's turned off voters in both parties is the co-mingling of corporate money and politics, and that the only way to win people back is to eschew that money. For this reason, he makes sure to work in a line about how "I don't accept corporate PAC donations" at every door knock.

Since 2016, only a few high-profile Democrats have dared to edge within shouting distance of this point of view. Chuck Schumer's "Better Deal," which conceded that the "wealthiest special interests" have vastly increased power and suggested that today's Americans are more "justified in having greater doubts about the future than any generation since the Depression," is one relatively lonely example.

But even Schumer, himself an infamous hooverer of Wall Street money, mostly just suggested that the Democrats have done a bad job of conveying how much they have always been on the people's side, even though they've been sponsored by all those same special interests.

"We… failed to communicate our values to show that we were on the side of working people, not the special interests," he said. "We will not repeat the same mistake."

In other words: Apart from doing a better job of marketing themselves, the Democrats don't really need to change. From mental constructions like this, it's a short hop to a comment like the one offered recently by House Minority Leader Nancy Pelosi, when asked by Face the Nation what the Democrats can do differently to regain lost ground.

"I don't think people want a new direction," she said.

Asked to elaborate, Pelosi echoed Schumer. She said we need a "better connection of our message."

Translation: The solution is more of the same, only better.

The paradox facing the Democrats is that in the current political climate, voters might be quicker to trust the outsider. But the system is designed to funnel money and media attention to insiders.

Is it possible to pay the vig upstairs and be a people's candidate? Maybe some of the other candidates in the 19th field have the answer.

Next week: the field


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Someone to Sit Next to Me Print
Written by <a href="index.php?option=com_comprofiler&task=userProfile&user=47905"><span class="small">Garrison Keillor, Garrison Keillor's Website</span></a>   
Wednesday, 16 May 2018 13:40

Keillor writes: "It brightens your day to skip the front-page stuff about Washington and focus on science. Someday I expect to find a study showing that 75-year-old men who rode school buses as children have a longer life expectancy."

Garrison Keillor. (photo: MPR)
Garrison Keillor. (photo: MPR)


Someone to Sit Next to Me

By Garrison Keillor, Garrison Keillor's Website

16 May 18

 

here was so much good news last week. Gorillas appear to be thriving, according to the Wildlife Conservation Society, and there are about 361,919 of them, twice as many as had been believed. Humpback whales, who were nearly hunted out of existence in the 19th century, are making a comeback in the seas off Antarctica: the birth rate is on the upswing, according to a new study. (The animals are the size of a school bus and have a life expectancy similar to ours.) And a study at the University of Michigan shows that people who work out even 10 minutes a day tend to be more cheerful than those who don’t.

This is science, people. This isn’t fake news. These conclusions are based on actual facts established through observation by people who can count. What I learn from this is that it brightens your day to skip the front-page stuff about Washington and focus on science. Someday I expect to find a study showing that 75-year-old men who rode school buses as children have a longer life expectancy. That’s me.

I rode a school bus for six years, 12 miles each way morning and afternoon, on a highway in Minnesota, cornfields to the west, the Mississippi to the east. I stood at the end of a gravel road, a gawky kid with wire-rim glasses, wearing second-hand clothes, knowing there would not be an empty seat because mine was the last stop. The bus pulled up, the door opened, I climbed aboard, and the driver waited until I sat down before he started the bus. Nobody squeezed together to make room so I had to pick out a seat with skinny girls in it and hurl myself at them and hold on for dear life as they tried to shove me out when the bus went around a sharp curve. This is a fact.

I had emotional problems in my youth — who didn’t? — and a religious crisis and a search for identity, all of that — but the struggle for seating on the bus was my No. 1 problem. My mother had five other children so I didn’t bother her with this. The school had no grief counselors that I could discuss it with. I had to pull up my socks and fight for a few inches of seat, enough for one cheek, and hang on with all my might.

Now you know why I avoid public transportation. And when I fly, if I’m upgraded to First Class, my heart sings.

Six years of classmates resisting my physical presence had a big effect on me. I learned to not be put off by rejection, that all you need is one acceptance. Somewhere on the school bus of life is one beautiful person who will move over and make room for you. That is all you need.

The fellow passenger who has made room for me all these years happens to be a professional musician, trained to read tiny insect tracks on a page and perform as indicated while a man with wild hair waves a stick in the air. She is no slacker, in other words. She has run a marathon, given birth to a child, hiked alone through foreign landscapes, lived close to the poverty line in New York City, and recently read Anna Karenina. She tends the plants in the yard and knows their names. She is well-versed on social convention and has sound opinions about music, books, and design. She is more than capable.

It’s a comedy routine when she’s around and a lovely system of checks and balances. I say, “Let’s put a ping-pong table in the living room” and she says, “I’d rather we didn’t” and so we don’t.

She says, “You’re not wearing that tie with that shirt, are you?” “Not anymore,” I say. She points discreetly at her left nostril and hands me a tissue. She reminds me of the name of that woman with the glasses (Liz) whom I ought to know — I told my wife, “Her and me went to school together” so that she’d have the satisfaction of saying, “She and I went to school together.” “No,” I said, “You’re 15 years younger; you didn’t go to school with Liz and me.”

The loner with the guitar is the American hero, but I love a member of the orchestra, and try to submerge my individuality into a good marriage. The secret of civility is synchronicity. The gorillas and whales know that and now I think I do too.


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Our Mining Laws Are More Than a Century Old - Time to Update Them Print
Wednesday, 16 May 2018 13:26

Grijalva writes: "If you think the Clean Air Act needs updating, imagine keeping our air clean with a law written just after the Civil War."

A mine shaft. (photo: Gudella/iStock)
A mine shaft. (photo: Gudella/iStock)


Our Mining Laws Are More Than a Century Old - Time to Update Them

By Raúl M. Grijalva, Sierra Club

16 May 18

 

y Republican friends on Capitol Hill often complain that our nation’s bedrock environmental laws are out of date. Their argument, which I disagree with, is that laws written in the 1960s and 1970s aren’t relevant in the modern world.

Unfortunately, their concern about updating laws written in the 1970s doesn’t extend to at least one law from the 1870s. The General Mining Act of 1872 still governs all the mining for gold, silver, copper, and other metals that happens on our federal lands—and the law has hardly been touched since President Ulysses S. Grant signed it 146 years ago. If you think the Clean Air Act needs updating, imagine keeping our air clean with a law written just after the Civil War.

Unfortunately, Republicans don’t want to reform the most nonsensical provisions of this legal dinosaur. Paying $5 an acre for public land containing precious metals probably sounded reasonable in 1872; today, it’s a license to rip off the American people. During the pick-and-shovel prospector days, allowing hard rock mining on federal land without requiring miners to pay any royalties may have helped settle the West. But the idea outlived its usefulness a century ago.

Our antiquated mining laws have left us stuck giving away public assets at rock-bottom prices to profitable companies, many of which are foreign-owned, without providing any direct benefit to the taxpayers. Defenders of the 1872 law say we need to keep this broken system going because it creates jobs. But that doesn’t fly—Congress needs to set a higher bar. Federal policy must be about more than shoveling massive subsidies to industries that are, in many ways, already taking advantage of the public.

That’s why I just introduced the Hardrock Leasing and Reclamation Act of 2018 with my Democratic colleague Representative Alan Lowenthal of California. Mining is a major industry across our western states, and it’s long past time our mining laws caught up with reality. Among other measures, we propose creating a 12.5 percent royalty on new federal mining operations and an 8 percent royalty on existing operations. Those royalty rates are below what the federal government charges the oil and gas industry for fossil fuel extraction on public lands. If Exxon can afford such rates, then so can Barrick Gold, Rio Tinto, and other foreign mining conglomerates that take precious metals from U.S. public lands.

Under our plan, the additional federal revenue goes toward cleaning up abandoned hard rock mines around the country. For well over a century, companies have been able to mine a site until they didn’t think they could profit from it any longer, then declare bankruptcy and walk away, leaving taxpayers holding the bag for cleaning up toxic metals, polluted water supplies, and anything else they happened to leave behind. Hundreds of thousands of abandoned mines litter the American West, and at current funding levels it will take more than 500 years to clean up all of them. Our bill requires polluters to clean up these sites and ends the industry’s walkaway culture by establishing strong new reclamation standards and bonding requirements to make sure that mine abandonment never happens again.

Just as important, we give federal agencies the power to say “No” to a mining company’s demands. Right now, federal law puts mining on a pedestal when it comes to how we use our public lands. Under current laws and policies, federal agencies are expected to treat any new mining request as a sacred right, not as one option among many worth considering. In the 1870s that wasn’t much of a problem. But today’s Westerners have other things they’d like to do on public lands—camping, hiking, fishing, hunting, or simply appreciating their tremendous beauty. Our bill gives land managers the long overdue authority to consider mining in light of the broader uses of the land and approve or reject a proposal accordingly.

There’s no good reason Republicans should oppose these kinds of common sense reforms. The logic behind this bill is the same logic Republicans say they’re applying to the Clean Air Act, the Clean Water Act, the Endangered Species Act, and all the other environmental laws they say need updating—except in this case, the law we’re fixing is a century older than those bedrock environmental statutes. The General Mining Act has needed fixing for decades, but for many reasons, including the power of the industry’s lobbyists, it has never happened.

Our bill has something for just about everyone. It would mean fewer toxic mine sites, less wasted taxpayer money, stronger environmental protections in wild and sensitive areas, and some sanity in how government agencies manage our federal lands. What it would mean, in other words, is finally creating a modern mining system in this country that provides some real benefit for everyday Americans, not simply mining executives. It’s about time.


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