Showing posts with label sad news. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sad news. Show all posts

Sunday, December 29, 2024

The Passing of a Good Man

His health had been failing for a long time, he'd been in hospice, and his wife Rosalynn had passed away earlier so there wasn't much else for former President Jimmy Carter to hold onto. It still hurts to hear this afternoon that Carter passed away (via Kathy Lohr at NPR): 

Jimmy Carter, the 39th president of the United States, died Sunday at age 100. The Carter Center announced he died in his hometown of Plains, Ga.

Carter was president from 1977 to 1981, but he was perhaps more famous for the life he led after leaving office. Carter was one of the biggest advocates for peace, democracy and international human rights.

James "Jimmy" Earl Carter Jr. was born in Plains, Ga., on Oct. 1, 1924, and spent his childhood on a farm just outside that tiny southwest Georgia community. His father was a peanut farmer; his mother, "Miss Lillian," was a nurse. He was the first president of the United States to be born in a hospital.

Just saying, my twin brother and I were born in Albany, GA just down the road from Plains. We both grew up considering Jimmy as a neighbor. I digress.

Growing up on the farm, Carter learned the value of hard work and determination. He qualified for the U.S. Naval Academy and became an engineer, working on submarines. But Carter resigned from the Navy in 1953 after his father died.

Back in Plains, he was elected to the Georgia Senate and became the first Georgia governor to speak out against racial discrimination.

A lifelong Democrat like most Southerners at the time, Carter was a political unknown when he began a national campaign in 1974 and was first referred to as "Jimmy Who?"

But a grassroots effort changed that, Hochman said. "He would campaign on the street corners and go to radio stations. Nobody knew who he was except that he was running for president."

Carter's friends and family from Georgia, called the Peanut Brigade, traveled to New Hampshire, Iowa and all over the country talking to voters and campaigning for Carter, the dependable Southerner who wanted to be president.

During the campaign, Carter told audiences, "I'll never tell a lie. I'll never make a misleading statement. I'll never betray the trust of those who have confidence in me, and I will never avoid a controversial issue..."

Carter won in a close election over Gerald Ford in 1976, happening at a moment where the national mood soured over Watergate, the failure of the Vietnam War, and an economy struggling between high inflation or bad interest rates. Carter's own administration grappled with the economic (and spiritual) malaise that worsened his chances at re-election, before getting blindsided by the Iranian Hostage crisis by 1979 that dashed any incumbent hopes for good.

What happened post-Presidency with Jimmy Carter was one of the greatest humanitarian efforts that Americans ever saw:

After leaving office, Carter became dedicated to promoting democracy, monitoring elections, building homes with Habitat for Humanity and eradicating disease in some of the world's poorest countries. In 1982, the president and his wife opened the Carter Center in Atlanta.

In an interview with NPR in 2007, Carter talked about his experiences. "And for the last 25 years, my life could not have been more expansive and unpredictable and adventurous and gratifying," he said.

In 2002, Carter won the Nobel Peace Prize, an honor some said he had earned a quarter century earlier when he negotiated the Camp David Accords. He ended his acceptance speech with a plea for peace.

"War may sometimes be a necessary evil, but no matter how necessary, it is always evil, never a good. We will not learn how to live together in peace by killing each other's children," Carter said...

When I did the year-long summaries of Presidential Character back in 2013, I ended Carter's review rather abruptly without going into the graceful post-Presidential work he committed. I wasn't too sure back then how to properly phrase the many good deeds - the work towards world peace, moderating elections at home and abroad to promote democracy, building homes for families with Habitat For Humanity, fighting disease in Africa like the near-eradication of Guinea Worm - and I was kind of worried even back then if I said anything positive like that I might jinx him to an early death (his health had been failing for some time. Getting into your 90s will do that to you).

The thing about Carter was how genuine were his efforts to do the right thing. He fought against segregation in a Deep South state, he committed to advocacy for human rights over power plays on the international stage, he promoted his Christian faith through good works instead of beating everyone's head with a thick Bible.

Carter never once promoted himself at the expense of other people. He never worked to take millions of dollars for himself, giving instead to his charities. He never crowed about his successes unless it was to celebrate and honor the hundreds if not thousands of fellow volunteers and allies who worked with him.

If there was any person on the planet in the exact opposite of the - you know what, shouldn't even name-drop that orange guy here - it was President Carter.

God Bless the man, who served his post-Presidency in ways that other former Presidents would envy: with hard work, diligence, respect from others, and the love of a grateful nation.

I want to leave you all with a clip from Saturday Night, back in the days of Carter's tenure, with Dan Ackroyd portraying him. This may not have been the real Jimmy Carter but it honestly reflects the man himself: caring for others, well-versed and intelligent, and a huge Allman Brothers fan:


“Right, you did some Orange Sunshine, Peter. Everything is going to be fine, you’re just very high and you’ll probably be that way for about five more hours. Try taking some Vitamin B or C complex. If you have a beer, go ahead and drink it. Just remember, you’re a living organism on this planet, you’re safe, you’ve just taken a heavy drug. Relax, stay inside, and listen to some music. Do you have any Allman Brothers?”

All flags to half-mast, America, for the passing of a not-too-great President and the best ex-President we will ever know.

Friday, December 20, 2024

Regarding RPLA for Blogging

Just as a personal note, just got an email from the Florida Writers' Association that they are making changes for the 2025 Royal Palm Literary Awards, and one that impacts me is they are dropping the "Blog or Article" category from the Nonfiction awards.

It can boil down to how few submissions there seem to be for that category: Blogging is an obscure form of writing in this day, and fewer article writers for things like newspapers and magazines.

You may have noticed this year that the Royal Palms had no winners for that category. I had submitted four for 2024 and none of them made it past Semi-Finalist: Previous years I at least had one make it that far when I submitted that many (the one other year I didn't make Semi was when I submitted only two blog articles). 

This is for me rather heart-breaking. As a blogger, I'd like to think that this form of writing still has merit. There is a skill to creating nonfiction works, be it memoir or reporting or essay or opinion/persuasive. 

I think FWA will have Nonfiction awards going forward, but it's going to be a question if any of them can accept the type of blog writing - essay/opinion - I've been doing. I will see about submitting my other works - my short fiction - in due course.

It's kind of sad that I may be the last winner for Blog/Article writing for the Royal Palms.

Alas.

Wednesday, April 17, 2024

Eulogy for a Fellow Gator

Just a quick notice tonight that Bob Graham, former Governor of Florida and later Senator, passed away yesterday (via AP News): 

Former U.S. Sen. and two-term Florida Gov. Bob Graham, who gained national prominence as chairman of the Senate Intelligence Committee in the aftermath of the 2001 terrorist attacks and as an early critic of the Iraq war, has died. He was 87...

Graham, who served three terms in the Senate, made an unsuccessful bid for the 2004 Democratic presidential nomination, emphasizing his opposition to the Iraq invasion.

But his bid was delayed by heart surgery in January 2003, and he was never able to gain enough traction with voters to catch up, bowing out that October. He didn’t seek reelection in 2004 and was replaced by Republican Mel Martinez.

Graham was a man of many quirks. He perfected the “workdays” political gimmick of spending a day doing various jobs from horse stall mucker to FBI agent and kept a meticulous diary, noting almost everyone he spoke with, everything he ate, the TV shows he watched and even his golf scores...

Graham's name came up often during the 2008 Presidential cycle as a possible Veep pick for Barack Obama, but the thing about his diaries came up and it got to be a joke that having someone that dedicated to writing everything down wouldn't be a good thing in the Oval Office. Alas.

Graham was a major figure in Florida in my youth - when my family moved here in 1977 - and had put his name to a lot of early efforts towards wildlife and shoreline preservation as the development boom of the 1980s shook the state. They literally added his name to the reconstructed Sunshine Skyway Bridge as he was a major proponent of getting a larger, grander span installed after the 1980 tragedy that collapsed the first one.

 

See the sail-like cables holding up the span?
Graham signed off on that. One of the earliest 
bridge designs using that look, and quickly became
popular for a lot of other bridges.
from Wikipedia Commons.

Graham was also one of those national figures from the days when bipartisanship actually worked, who had built up a solid reputation for inquiry and administrative detail. He was one of the few who challenged Dubya's claims to invade (and occupy) Iraq. He was also the last of the big-name Democrats - alongside Lawton Chiles - who helped lead Florida before the partisan takeover by the Far Right Republicans by the early 2000s.

Graham was also a Florida alum (Class of 1959) with a dedicated Bob Graham Center for Public Service named after him (I'll be lucky - with my resume - to get a brick outside Library West graffitied with my name on it).

So, for all the party-goers at the Swamp restaurant across the campus on University Avenue, pour a glass out for Bob. 

(Gets told they tore that restaurant down for a Wawa convenience store)

WHAT THE HELL?! Bloody developers took over the city council, didn't they? /headdesk

Are there ANY drinking pubs across the street from Ben Hill Griffin Stadium? ANY?!

Ugh. Thank the Gods that Bob's not around to see this travesty.

Go Gators.

Wednesday, November 15, 2023

Gone Too Soon, Zandar

Interrupting my NaNoWriMo writing project to note that a fellow political blogger passed away this weekend.

Zandar over at his own blog Zandar Vs. The Stupid had been a serious and dedicated Left-leaning blogger who shredded on the idiots - often Far Right Republicans - who deserved it. He was a regular at Crooks & Liars' daily roundups. Balloon Juice and other major blogsites quoted him. I have him on my Links page, but to my shame I never quoted or linked to him (I should have, his snark was far superior to mine).

And then John Cole tweeted yesterday that he hadn't seen anything recent from Zandar - who publishes at least once a day - and then word got out through the blog's Comments section from Zandar's dad that he had passed away.

Eventually, ZandarDad found the login to the official site and posted this notice:

Good morning. This is Zandar's Dad. I am sorry to tell you that he passed away over the weekend, peacefully in his sleep. Fortunately, his computer was on and open to this page but I don't know if I will be able to post again. This blog was Jon's passion. He was an ardent advocate for justice and for our Democracy. He was brilliant. He was funny. He never stopped believing in our country but he never stopped fighting the "stupid" and there was plenty of it for him to fight. He was thrilled with KY reelecting a Democratic governor, and he posted up until Friday, but he was feeling sick over the weekend and when he went to bed Saturday night, he thought that he would feel better when he woke up, but he never did. 

I posted a few replies to his recent posts, hoping to get the word out, before I located this page. As I said, this blog is his pride and joy. In many ways, it is his legacy. He greatly appreciated all of you who read the blog, who posted, and who supported ZandarVTS financially. If you are inclined to make a financial donation in his memory, the chosen organization is the American Heart Association, but the BEST thing you can do to honor Jon's memory is to VOTE like your life and your Democracy depend on it, because they do. 

It is horrifying how fragile and brief a human life - any life - can be on this world. Going to bed and not waking up... it's just... shocking.

And this just happens everywhere: Across war zones like Ukraine and Gaza and Sudan and Syria and dozens of other places; Across places of natural disasters like the earthquakes in Turkey and the hurricanes in Mexico; Across homes throughout the world where somewhere, sometime, some little tragedy will take place.

It makes you wonder if anything we do on a daily basis - not just the blogging but our work, our play, our quiet moments - really has an impact on life as a whole.

Will we remember Zandar, his wit and his exasperation aimed at the folly of the twisted and the cruel? Will we look back at him, his works?

I've wondered once or twice before if the blogs we create stay up after we die. Skippy the Bush Kangaroo, Jon Swift (the one who inspired Batocchio's annual memorial), so many others have had their blogs shut down apparently by choice by the surviving families. I'm not sure what the blogsite providers' - this one is Blogger - policies are regarding inactive blogs, if they time out after a few months or years.

It'd be nice if there was an archive of sorts, something to convert all the pages of postings and shuffle them into a recovery backup folder on a server, to ensure the words we bloggers put out there - our rants, our reviews, our attempts at humor and poetry - don't disappear into the ether. 

Zandar's legacy would be for the rest of us to Vote, and vote against the stupid which is the current Far Right Republican efforts. But his memory now resides in the words on a blog that may well fade into time... 

Thursday, September 08, 2022

The Queen We Saw

Her Majesty is a pretty nice girl/
But she doesn't have a lot to say/
Her Majesty is a pretty nice girl/
But she changes from day to day

I wanna tell her that I love her a lot/
But I gotta get a belly full of wine/
Her Majesty is a pretty nice girl
Someday I'm gonna make her mine, oh yeah/
Someday I'm gonna make her mine...

-- "Her Majesty," The Beatles

What, you were expecting "The Queen Is Dead" by the Smiths???

I have to be seen to be believed.
-- Her Majesty, herself


Her Majesty Elizabeth, Second of Her Name, Queen of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland and her other realms and territories, Head of the Commonwealth, Defender of the Faith, Auxiliary Mechanic in the Home Front during World War II, Whovian Fan Number One, passed from this earthly realm today and sent much of the world into reflection about one of the most extravagant and eventful lives ever lived.

Nearly every publication out there will have tributes aplenty, but I'm finding this one by Tom McTague from The Atlantic to be spot on:

...She was the product of ancestral inheritance but was more popular than any of her prime ministers and remained head of state in countries around the world because of public support. She was in a sense a democratic Queen, a progressive conservative, an aristocratic multiculturalist.

Queen Elizabeth was a constitutional monarch, not a political leader with real powers, and one who was required to serve an ever-changing set of realms, peoples, institutions, and ideas that were no longer as obviously compatible as they had been when she ascended to the throne. The Queen’s great achievement was to honor the commitment she made to an imperial nation and its empire as a princess even as it became a multiethnic state and a Commonwealth...

Elizabeth Alexandra Mary Windsor was born on April 21, 1926, as a princess to not simply a king but an emperor. She became Queen to a multitude of realms. A child of empire, European supremacy, and the old order—even the old faith, Anglican Christianity—she came to see it as her solemn duty to represent all the peoples and religions of the Commonwealth.

This duty created friction during her reign, but it made her different from any other European monarch and, paradoxically, kept her modern. A great irony of Queen Elizabeth II is that the most penetrating criticism of her reign came not from the republican left but from the nationalist right, parts of which saw past her image of continuity and tradition to the deep change that her rule actually represented...

In retrospect, it was absurd to think that the Queen could be both British and global, sharing herself equally among her various realms. How can one person be Queen of the United Kingdom one moment and Queen of Australia the next, as well as head of a Commonwealth? In time, the practical reality revealed itself—the Queen was primarily Queen of the United Kingdom.

From 1952 to her death, she would meet 13 of the 14 U.S. presidents elected in that time (Lyndon B. Johnson being the exception). She did so as Britain’s head of state—in effect, Queen of the Old Country hiding in imperial clothes, representing a state that, in U.S. Secretary of State Dean Acheson’s infamous put-down, had lost an empire but not yet found a role...

Yet successive British governments knew which direction they wanted to go in. In Africa, for example, Britain, unlike France, encouraged its former colonies not only to become independent, but to become republics. The loss of the empire was seen as a price worth paying for greater influence, and the Queen supported recognition of African nationalism. In 1960, when British Prime Minister Harold Macmillan remarked in a speech from South Africa that the “wind of change is blowing through this continent,” signaling the inevitability of decolonization, Elizabeth “took the unusual step of indicating her personal approval of Macmillan’s words,” Murphy records. Shortly after the speech, Macmillan received a telegram with a message from London that “the Queen was very interested and much impressed by the Prime Minister’s speech.” Four years later, the process of decolonization in East, West, and Central Africa was largely complete...

In some senses, Queen Elizabeth II leaves an ambiguous legacy. She stands above almost all of Britain’s British monarchs, but was one who oversaw a drastic shrinkage in the monarchy’s power, prestige, and influence. Such a legacy, however, does not do the Queen justice...

The Queen’s role in the Commonwealth might have been a device to hide the reality of the British empire’s decline, but she did not believe so. The irony is that in doing her duty to this imperial shadow in the same way she did her duty to Britain, she was better able to symbolize a modern, multicultural Britain and the world of the 21st century than logic might suggest was possible for an aristocratic European princess. Indeed, she is more popular in many African Commonwealth countries today than the former white dominions, which may soon choose to become republics and long ago stopped seeing themselves as British...

Looking back on her reign, it is clear that the age of Elizabeth really was golden: an age of extraordinary prosperity, European peace, human rights, and the collapse of Soviet tyranny. Queen Elizabeth II—the Queen—was one of the great symbols of that age, though not a creator of it, a servant rather than a master. But if her legacy is anything, it is that symbols and service matter, even as what they symbolize and serve bend and bow to meet the new reality.

If I could contribute to those thoughts: When we appraise the legacy of this queen Elizabeth the Second, we will note how she bookends the reign of the First Elizabeth, who presided over the rise of England as the foundation of a United Kingdom (as Wales, Ireland, and Scotland were slowly drawn by politics and wars to merge together) and the birth of the British Empire. Where the first Elizabeth saw its beginnings, the second witnessed - and took part in - the end of empire, replacing it with a more democratic nation-oriented Commonwealth.

It's not a clean legacy, obviously: the sins and bloodshed of colonization over the centuries do not wash off easy, and places like India and Pakistan have not forgiven some of the damage done. After I wrote this article, I've seen more angry reminders from the First Nations of Canada of how they suffered under the Residential Schools that brutally "re-educated" tribal children and caused a lot of abuse. 

But Elizabeth strived to respect the new nations spun off from colonial rule, and oversaw transitions that for the most part led to stable, functioning governments. It allowed her to retain devotion from post-colonial countries that have otherwise dismissed European political dynamics for their own. It doesn't excuse the lack of apology and reparations, I know, but it explains a little why the condemnations were intermingled with the condolences.

Elizabeth's own reputation across the world is more popular than her nation's. The glamour of royalty - where she herself was never glamourous a person compared to movie stars or the Kennedys or her daughter-in-law Diana - combined with her constant public persona of Duty Personified gave her a personality both regal and comforting. Nations that had nothing to do with the British Empire came to see her as THE Queen. Even in America, where we pride ourselves on tossing off the yoke of British tyranny - take that, Farmer George! - there is/was a lot of Anglophilia when it came to QE2. We Americans recognized her more than we recognized (or respected) the Prime Ministers who actually ran the UK.

Queen Elizabeth was the face - literally for 70 years! - of a royal institution that had outlasted nearly every other monarchy. It survived through an age of rampant republicanism, having endured constant calls by those who sought to dismantle the Crown as a political force and replace it either with an elected presidency or all of the power granted to the parliamentary system. Even the staunchest critics of royalty fell silent when the question came up whether to end Elizabeth's rule: She was too popular to toss to the curb and they knew it.

Which is why her passing can very well be the end of an age. Not just her Elizabethan (Second) Age of British glory, which stood firm against Nazis and Communists, and gave us the Beatles and Monty Python and Harry Potter and other cultural milestones that will stand the test of time like Shakespeare. With the death of Elizabeth II comes the reality that her singular gift of keeping the Commonwealth united will soon end.

Even before today, there were member nations - especially in the Caribbean, led by Jamaica - openly discussing a switch to a republican form of government with their own elected heads of state. Whether they may even stay in the Commonwealth with other nations is up for debate. The situation with Brexit - where the United Kingdom itself is struggling with trade woes and economic stability - has placed strains on how the Commonwealth operates, and may not survive for long unless serious reforms take place... and the current Tory Parliament isn't looking at serious reforms. The respect for the Queen was pretty much the one thing keeping it all going. And she's gone.

Elizabeth lived and died as mortal as any of us, but she took on a role - Wearing the Queenly Mask - that required her to sacrifice moments of personal happiness for a nation's - and the world's - greater good. And it was on that mask that the rest of us across the globe projected our hopes, our fears, our ambitions, our mockery, and more. Not everybody loved her, nor the idea of monarchy. Whatever we needed of her, we saw... but it was a question of whether we could believe what we saw. In the end, her devotion and duty convinced most of us she was real. 

Wednesday, August 31, 2022

Gorbachev, Accidental Breaker of Wheels

Daenerys: Lannister, Targaryen, Baratheon, Stark, Tyrell: they're all just spokes on a wheel. This one's on top, then that one's on top, and on and on it spins, crushing those on the ground.

Tyrion: It's a beautiful dream, stopping the wheel. You're not the first person who's ever dreamt it.

Daenerys: I'm not going to stop the wheel, I'm going to break the wheel.

-- Daenerys' famous "Break the Wheel" speech from Game of Thrones. Tyrion didn't realize she meant she was going to wipe out all the warring Houses completely.


We had just witnessed last December the anniversary of the Fall of the Soviet Union, a monumental historical moment at the beginning of the 1990s that had ended more than 80 years of political division that affected Europe and the world.

One of the architects of that historic moment, Soviet leader Mikhail Gorbachev, just passed away yesterday, and in such moments those of us who follow history and politics are going to need to pause and reflect on the impact a man like Gorbachev had on the great march of humanity.

There is some irony to consider when thinking of Gorbachev as one of those Great Men (and Women) of History, the individuals who rise to the challenges of a crisis and affect the world with tough decisions and glorious outcomes. Because what Gorbachev accomplished - an end to a Cold War that could well have ended in nuclear fire, the breaking up of East/West divisions in Europe to allow for a more unified continent to emerge under more peaceful, conciliatory conditions - were things Gorbachev didn't plan on doing.

Gorbachev didn't mean to end the Soviet Union. His importance to human history is totally by accident.

As I wrote in my take on the 25th anniversary of the fall of the USSR:

It would take a book - no, a library full of books - to go into how the Communist Utopian ideals of the 19th Century gave way to the revolutionary violence of Lenin's overthrow of Tsarist Russia, and the steps towards corruption - the rise of Party elites, the rise of Stalin to place all power into autocratic rule, the buildup of party bureaucracy that calcified Soviet society, the Greed of elites that always threatens every economic system we know, and everyday state-sanctioned brutality that dulled the Russian population into despair - that created by the 1980s a Soviet empire incapable of maintaining itself without serious reforms.

With respect to Gorbachev, it was that need for reform that led to his rise to high office in the first place. Problem was, the reforms that were needed most - honesty from leadership, cracking down on party corruption, curtailing the high costs of maintaining a war footing in a 40-year-long Cold War that included policing their own Eastern European "allies" (occupied territories, really) - were reforms that Gorbachev's own party couldn't abide.

During all of Gorbachev's early steps to fix a broken empire, the Soviet Union was hit hard by the reality of their own corruption causing for example the meltdown of the Chernobyl reactor, exposing not only their engineering failures but their political failures to respond effectively to crises. The empire itself came to an end when Gorbachev freed the Eastern European nations to decide their own policies to enact local reforms: Instead, nearly every nation from Poland to Bulgaria to Czechoslovakia to Hungary to East Germany broke off from Soviet influence as their Communist regimes collapsed with mass uprisings and protests overthrowing them...

Whatever ideology Gorbachev was trying to use to keep the Soviet Union itself intact wasn't sticking. The push for Glasnost - open transparency of the political bureaucracy - and Perestroika - economic reforms to shift away from Communism to a more Socialist model - met with pushback by lower rungs of the system that preferred the corrupt status quo...

Gorbachev was, to his credit, sincere in his calls for reform and willingness to liberalize in more humane ways. He was reluctant to apply force, refusing to fall back on the traditional power moves of Russian leaders to brutalize the population into submission. There were attempts to impose force here and there, but they gave way to acts of compromise. Gorbachev was genuinely trying to lead the Soviet Union... it was just that empire didn't want to go where he wanted it to go. The Soviets were so calcified by their corruption they chose Death By Incompetency when the inevitable coup attempt by old-liners that took place in August 1991 failed through sheer cluelessness by the plotters.

Anne Applebaum over at the Atlantic shared some of the same observations (paywalled):

The one time I saw Mikhail Gorbachev in public was on November 9, 2014. I can pin the day down because it was the 25th anniversary of the fall of the Berlin Wall. We were in a very large, very crowded Berlin reception room, and he was sitting at a cocktail table, looking rather lost.

Gorbachev had been invited to this event as a trophy, a living, breathing souvenir of the 1980s. He was not expected to say much of interest. The fall of the Berlin Wall had happened by accident, after all; it was not something Gorbachev had ever planned. He had not set out to break up the Soviet Union, to end its tyranny, or to promote freedom. He presided over the end of a cruel and bloody empire, but without intending to do so. Almost nobody in history has ever had such a profound impact on his era, while at the same time understanding so little about it...

Real change had to wait until the Chernobyl nuclear catastrophe of April 1986. News of the accident was initially hushed up, just as bad news was always hushed up in the USSR. Hundreds of thousands of Ukrainians were allowed to march in the Kyiv May Day parade even as radioactivity spread silently across the city. But the scale of the disaster finally convinced Gorbachev that the real problem with his country was not alcohol, but its obsession with secrecy. His solution was glasnost—openness—which, like the anti-alcohol campaign, was originally meant to promote economic efficiency. Open conversation about the Soviet Union’s problems would, Gorbachev believed, strengthen communism. Managers and workers would talk about what was going wrong in their factories and workplaces, find solutions, fix the problem...

But once glasnost became official policy, once Soviet citizens could talk about whatever they wanted to talk about, then factory efficiency was not their first choice of topic. Nor did they want to rescue the sinking ship of socialism. Instead, there was an explosion of debate and discussion about the past, about the history of mass arrests and mass murders, about the Gulag and Soviet political prisons. Historical accounts, memoirs and diaries that had been hidden in desk drawers raced off the printing presses and became best-sellers. Newspapers printed stories of sleaze and mismanagement in the economy, politics, culture, and everything else. Calls for the creation of a different kind of society, a more democratic society, a more law-abiding society, began immediately. The economists whom Gorbachev had silenced started openly talking about the end of central planning. Poles, Czechs, East Germans, Ukrainians, Balts, Georgians, and others then inside the Warsaw Pact and the Soviet Union itself all began talking about the end of the empire too. Contrary to the retrospective Putinist historiography now prevalent in Russia, the glasnost era was a creative, exciting, hopeful time for millions of people, even millions of Russians.

Gorbachev seemed bewildered, and no wonder. Having lived much of his life at the top of the Soviet nomenklatura, he never understood the depth of cynicism in his own country or the depth of anger in the occupied Soviet satellite states, most of whose inhabitants rejected even the reformed communism of his youth: They didn’t want the Prague Spring; they wanted to join Western Europe. He never understood the depth of the rot inside Soviet bureaucracies or the amorality of the bureaucrats. In the end he wound up racing to catch up with history, rather than making it himself...

If we speak of Mikhail Gorbachev anymore, it was how he was both a victim of circumstance - put in charge of an empire caught in a death spiral no one could have stopped without mass violence - and a good man who ultimately refused to use violence to keep himself in power. He did see the need to cut back on the arms race between Soviet Russia and the United States, leading to the "trust but verify" disarmament treaties with Reagan and Bush in the late 1980s, which reduced the likelihood of Nuclear Armageddon and one of the truly great strides towards world peace we've seen in our lifetimes.

He himself was not remembered fondly in Russia after his fall from power and his retirement/exile from the international stage. If Gorbachev still had any fans or acceptance, it was in the European states - like Germany, who invited him to that 25th anniversary as gentle "um, thanks" gesture - who felt relief from the end of a nuclear stalemate that had their continent as a giant bullseye.

Most of what happened after he ended the Soviet Union and walked away isn't entirely his fault: The rise of an autocrat to dominate a still-corrupt Russian federation seemed like an eventuality even back in the 1990s. Historians and sociologists who were still paying attention were dropping warning signs of how the government wasn't fixing its corruption and that the population were receptive for another "strongman" to rise up. The difference in world-views between Russians and the rest of Western culture when it comes to democratic norms never improved, and even Gorbachev seemed unable to understand what "democracy" could really do.

Gorbachev didn't want to end the Soviet Union, but he was the one who had to end it. It may not have been the legacy he wanted to leave the world, but it was for the world a good legacy to leave behind.

Saturday, May 07, 2022

George Perez Drew ALL The Superheroes. Seriously. On One Panel.

Not in the mood to announce this, not on Free Comic Book Day (first Saturday of the month of May), but saw this on Twitter just a few hours ago:



I've mentioned George Perez once or twice, running into him at the local Comic Cons between Tampa and Orlando. If not on this blog at least on my librarian/writer's blog over here.

When I seriously got into comic books as a teen, it was at a pivotal moment in the industry as the two major publishers - DC and Marvel - were beginning to straighten out their respective universes and provide better continuity - an accurate and faithful history - to avoid all the narrative confusion that had begun piling up since the 1960s.

In particular, DC Comics - which had multiple Earths to deal with the all the convoluted storylines that were adding up since 1938 - decided to do a 50th anniversary mini-series to streamline everything into one 'Verse. Called Crisis on Infinite Earths, it killed off various major characters, got rid of the multiverse in favor of one Earth, and rebooted everything to fit modern times.

None of it stuck, of course. The need for multiple storylines in order to tell tales that wouldn't conflict with the main 'Verse - DC tried Elseworlds stand-alone issues for awhile - overwhelmed the intent. But at the time it was grand storytelling, one of the classics in all of comic book history.

One of the reasons the work is held in high esteem even 35 years later - oy - was the brilliant artwork drawn by George Perez. One of the biggest in-demand artists of his day, known for not only believably-drawn figures but also for incredibly detailed line work, Perez drew some of the most famous images in the comics medium:

The cover of Issue #7,
the Death of Supergirl.

Above all, Perez was famous for drawing Crowd Scenes: Piling in as many figures - heroes, villains, bystanders - as possible within the frame to imply an intense, overwhelming moment. In that cover above, he inserted every major and minor superhero of the DC Universe into the background, each of them conveying personal shock at the loss of their friend.

Such work made him high-demand between both DC and Marvel, so much so that he had to take breaks every so often because his wrists would need splints and rest. But when it came to one of the biggest events of all time - an official Justice League/Avengers crossover, decades in the planning - he was the only artist qualified to draw it.

JLA/Avengers alternate cover #3 in 2003.
Perez drew 208 (!) characters from both 'Verses.
When he finished this he had to rest for THREE MONTHS to recover.

There were few artists of his era - Jose Luis Garcia-Lopez, maybe - who could draw with that level of detail. There are few artists today who could dare match it - Phil Jimenez his most obvious successor - in terms of such overwhelming scope.

There have been other great artists over the decades - many popular, many with long, heralded careers - each of them who provided impact and inspiration to graphic artists everywhere. Neal Adams for example, who also just recently passed, was highly praised for his shaded, emotive work. But NONE of them had the impact or influence that Perez had to the fanbase.

The MMO superhero game City of Heroes named an entire city zone - Perez Park - in his honor. When I got the game in 2004 and saw it on the game map I squeed.

I'd actually met him a few times at the local Comic Cons. The first time I'd met him, he was a guest of honor at a new comic book store opening in Palm Harbor. I think it was in 1989, maybe 1988, it was when they were about to redo Wonder Girl's origins (again) and I had a question or two about it. He was friendly and helpful, explaining why they were rebooting her origins - in reaction to some of the changes made in Crisis the year before - and also helped correct a character's name for me. I was mispronouncing Lilith's name wrong.

Last time I saw him in person was 2013, at Tampa Bay Comic Con:


He always worn that shirt or something similar ever since I met him in that Palm Harbor store, it's blurry but it was made up of art panels he'd drawn over the years.

Perez revealed back in 2019 that he was retiring for health reasons, and it came out a little later that it was terminal cancer. He wasn't going to fight it, but take palliative treatment to cope with the pain. Even though the fanbase - and his fellow artists and writers - were prepared for this moment, I guarantee you this is a huge blow to everyone this weekend.

They're planning a memorial for George Perez at Orlando MegaCon this May 22nd. I wasn't planning on going - I'm still wary of COVID super-spreader locations - but I might now.

Friday, December 11, 2020

Damn You 2020 (The Hero Gotham Needed)


I found out this morning that Tom "Tiny" Lister passed away likely from COVID-19 complications.

NOOOOO DAMN YOU 2020!

If you watched movies since the 1980s, you can't miss him. He's the tall scary-looking black guy with unexpected gravitas (via William Hughes at AVClub):

Tom “Tiny” Lister Jr. has died. Although he gained some acclaim from a short-lived wrestling career in the WWF in the early 1990s, Lister was best known as an actor, contributing his unforgettable physical presence to literally hundreds of TV shows and movies across a 30-plus-year career. As the villainous Deebo in the Friday films, the no-nonsense president in Luc Besson’s The Fifth Element, and a nameless, noble prisoner in Christopher Nolan’s The Dark Knight, Lister intimidated, elevated, and impressed in equal parts. Per Variety, he died today after reportedly displaying symptoms of COVID-19. Lister was 62...

And in the meantime, well: Lister worked. His 200-plus-role resumé is a laundry list of small roles made much harder to forget by the man performing them: A Klingon in Star Trek: Enterprise here, a brief turn on Nash Bridges there, a major role as one of the demonic brothers in Little Nicky over there. (His political role as “Galactic President” in The Fifth Element might not be entirely clear, but the gravitas he brought to the part certainly was.) And that’s the point: It’s not that Lister was big, or that he had an intriguing face. (He was born with a detached retina in his right eye, giving his gaze a distinctive mien.) It’s that he was able to project certainty in a way few other actors could, and practically never with so few words...

All of which brings us to The Dark Knight, and one of the most memorable (if small) roles in Christopher Nolan’s entire superhero trilogy. As the prisoner who rejects the Joker’s attempt to turn a ferry full of Gotham City inmates into one of his sick social experiments, Lister’s character—identified only as “Tattooed Prisoner”—stands right at the heart of Nolan’s film. Intentionally invoking the “scary black man” tropes that unfortunately defined what could and should have been a far more varied career, Lister projects calm—even a bit of seduction—into the request for the prison officials to hand over the deadly remote. And then the real performance comes through just as powerfully, as he calmly chucks the device through the window, weary contempt visible on his face. It’s a small performance, a blip in a movie that stretches to sometimes histrionic heights. But like the man giving it, it was also deceptively huge...

That last bit has to be put in context. Throughout the movie, the Joker had been playing a game of Sadistic Choice, forcing his victims to make decisions they normally would not commit - often with a gun or bomb threatening their lives - to prove the Joker's point that humans are bastards willing to turn on each other once the mask of civilization falls away.

I just did what I do best. I took your little plan and I turned it on itself. Look what I did to this city with a few drums of gas and a couple of bullets. Hmmm? You know... You know what I've noticed? Nobody panics when things go "according to plan." Even if the plan is horrifying! If, tomorrow, I tell the press that, like, a gang banger will get shot, or a truckload of soldiers will be blown up, nobody panics, because it's all "part of the plan". But when I say that one little old mayor will die, well then everyone loses their minds!

It culminates in a point where the Joker has threatened the entire city of Gotham itself, forcing residents to flee on ferries on which the Joker's mooks had hidden bombs on two of them. Because the police under Gordon's (battlefield promotion) authority as Police Commissioner was worried Joker's plan would involve breaking out criminals to unleash chaos on the city, one of the ferries was commandeered to transit the worst of the worst. The second ferry was filled with scared civilians ranging in income, ethnicity, gender, and age (families are prominently shown).

The Joker stalls the ferries in the middle of Gotham Harbor, and issues his next "joke" (his ultimate step to prove himself right about the darkness in people): The detonator for each ferry's bombs are on the other boat. One ship has to turn the key on their detonator to blow up the other ship by midnight, otherwise the Joker detonates both ships. If the ferry filled with prisoners overwhelm the guards to seize their switch, they blow up innocent lives. If the ferry filled with families are terrified enough that the other ferry will jump first, they blow up criminals but must live with the guilt that they themselves became killers. Either way, the Joker wins.

The civilian ferry goes through the process of rationalizing their guilt by going through a quick vote on whether to do what the Joker wants. While the majority vote is clearly in favor of saving their own lives, nobody at first is willing to do it. Even the ferry captain holding the detonator is openly pondering "we're still here, the other boat hasn't done it yet" implying hope that he won't have to do the deed.

Meanwhile on the prisoner ferry, the prisoners are rioting but held at bay by the guards while the warden trembles holding the detonator. When it seems like the prisoners will risk getting shot to get at the switch, the scariest-looking of them (Lister) stands up and approaches the warden. Not even the guards aim at him, terrified at his approach.

You don't want to die, but you don't know how to take a life. Give it to me. These men would kill you, and take it anyway. Give it to me. You can tell 'em I took it by force. Give it to me, and I'll do what you shoulda did ten minutes ago.

When I heard him say that in the theater first time I saw the movie, I sat upright and nodded. I understood exactly what Lister's character was going to do...

Meanwhile back on the civilian ferry, a frustrated businessman stands up and declares he's willing to make the hard decision nobody else on the boat wants to make. This is a clear contrast to the black criminal who just made a moral decision to spare the civilian ferry. The businessman makes a lot of bluster about doing it, but with the detonator in his own hands he finds he can't cross that line himself, and quietly puts the switch back in its box.

The Joker, watching all of this from a nearby skyscraper, was eagerly waiting with a captive Batman to see the fireworks. He was genuinely convinced both ships would be blowing the other up by the midnight deadline. The laughing grin fading into confused disappointment is one of the great moments in an already great movie. The Joker was finally confronted by two things he could not comprehend: That innocent civilians had hope that the worst would not happen; and that hardened prisoners can have moral compasses seeking atonement.

In that moment, Lister's unnamed prisoner - moreso than the businessman character - was the moral hero Gotham needed.

It may be a small scene, just mere minutes in an epic film, but Mr. Lister's understated, important performance in a key scene in a movie that will be watched and praised forever will echo through the ages. 

RIP Mr. Lister sir.