Showing posts with label justice. Show all posts
Showing posts with label justice. Show all posts

Thursday, February 05, 2026

You Must Needs Be Straingers


This is a monologue from the play "Sir Thomas More" (c1591-93, Act 2Scene 455-123), set during the 'Ill May Day' of 1517, attributed to William Shakespeare, and performed by Sir Ian McKellen. A transcription of the handwritten text follows:
graunt them remoued and graunt that this yor noyce
hath Chidd downe all the matie of Ingland
ymagin that you see the wretched straingers
their babyes at their backs, and their poor lugage
plodding tooth ports and costs for transportacion
and that you sytt as kings in your desyres
aucthoryty quyte sylenct by yor braule
and you in ruff of yor opynions clothd
what had you gott, I'le tell you, you had taught
how insolenc and strong hand shoold prevayle
how ordere shoold be quelld, and by this patterne
not on of you shoold lyve an aged man
for other ruffians as their fancies wrought
with sealf same hand sealf reasons and sealf right
woold shark on you and men lyke ravenous fishes
woold feed on on another

youle put downe straingers
kill them cutt their throts possesse their howses

o desperat as you are.
wash your foule mynds wt teares and those same hands
that you lyke rebells lyft against the peace
lift vp for peace, and your vnreuerent knees
make them your feet to kneele to be forgyven

say nowe the king
as he is clement, yf thoffendor moorne
shoold so much com to short of your great trespas
as but to banysh you, whether woold you go.
what Country by the nature of yor error
shoold gyve you harber go you to ffraunc or flanders
to any Iarman province, spane or portigall
nay any where that not adheres to Ingland
why you must needs be straingers. woold you be pleasd
to find a nation of such barbarous temper
that breaking out in hiddious violence
woold not afoord you, an abode on earth
whett their detested knyves against yor throtes
spurne you lyke doggs, and lyke as yf that god
owed not nor made not you, nor that the elaments
wer not all appropriat to yor Comforts.
but Charterd vnto them, what woold you thinck
to be thus vsd, this is the straingers case
and this your momtanish inhumanyty

Wednesday, January 28, 2026

Streets of Minneapolis


Through the winter’s ice and cold
Down Nicollet Avenue
A city aflame fought fire and ice
‘Neath an occupier’s boots
King Trump’s private army from the DHS
Guns belted to their coats
Came to Minneapolis to enforce the law
Or so their story goes
Against smoke and rubber bullets
By the dawn’s early light
Citizens stood for justice
Their voices ringing through the night
And there were bloody footprints
Where mercy should have stood
And two dead left to die on snow-filled streets
Alex Pretti and Renee Good


UPDATE (Mar 9th): Add Ruben Ray Martinez to the list of US citizens murdered by Trump's DHS –  "Video Suggests Trump’s ICE Lied About Its First Known Killing of a US Citizen Last March" (via Common Dreams). The year-old story is uncannily familiar:
He was shot at point-blank range through his side window by an ICE agent who was in no danger.

Monday, January 26, 2026

Nicollet Ave and 26th St


On January 24th, Alex Pretti was shot dead by a CBP officer in Minneapolis. As the video shows and as the CNN breakdown (YouTube, 0:00-3:51) and The Daily Podcast explain:

As with Renée GoodDHS officials have lied about and exaggerated the threat that Pretti posed. Witnesses, family, friends, and neighbors describe Pretti as the best kind of American. It's unbelievable that DHS's premature official statements could ever apply to him.

Two weeks ago, they killed a poet and mother, and now they've killed a VA ICU nurse who was dedicated to helping others – 'VA ICU nurse': all three parts of that job title are inspiring. Without a hint of accountability and acting as a secret police force, DHS has murdered and defamed two honorable citizens.

There's something happening here
What it is ain't exactly clear
There's a man with a gun over there
Telling me I got to beware

I think it's time we stop
Children, what's that sound?
Everybody look what's going down
(Stephen StillsThe Buffalo Springfield, "For What It's Worth", Springalo-Cotillion, 1966)

Saturday, January 10, 2026

Kent State to Portland Avenue


On January 7th, Renée Good was shot dead by an ICE agent in Minneapolis. This CNN composite is one the best reconstructions of the incident. Consider:
  • Good is not blocking the road, traffic is passing her; she motions for a car on her left to pass as she pulls slightly forward, and it drives in front of her before a silver truck approaches from the same side – Good also motions for that truck to "Go ahead,", but it stops.
  • The federal agent who eventually shoots Good pulls behind her and stops his vehicle on Good's right, so there was room on both sides of the street for traffic to pass.
  • Neither vehicle is marked; the masked officers are not wearing uniforms, only tactical gear with some identifying patches.
  • The two agents who approach from the left do not identify themselves, do not state a reason for their approach, are given no cause to open Good's door; the only instruction heard is, "Get out of the fucking car!" – not, for example, 'Please move your vehicle.'
  • White House and DHS officials have claimed that the shooter was struck by Good's vehicle, though there is no clear video evidence, and at no point does the officer react in pain (grab his knee or elbow, double-over, call out, limp, etc) – in fact, the officer walks towards Good's crashed vehicle muttering, "Fucking bitch," stops briefly beside the car, then briskly walks away with no sign of injury.
  • A bystander identifying himself as a physician and offering to provide medical care is denied access; local witnesses report that no medical aid was given to Good for approximately fifteen minutes.
  • The shooter, who was filming the incident with his phone, put his phone away and did not seem to call for help; he tells others to call 911 after he has already retreating down the street, offering no assistance, and soon left the site.
This is the ninth shooting incident since ICE was 'surged' by the Trump Administration. It's taken Trump less than a year to turn the US into a police state – five years and one day after the January 6th attack. If you disagree with the President, get ready to be harassed, bullied, denied your rights, imprisoned, renditioned, refused justice, or callously shot dead in the street. In my lifetime, we've learned nothing.
Gotta get down to it
Soldiers are cutting us down
Should have been done long ago
What if you knew her and found her dead on the ground
How can you run when you know?
(Neil Young – CSNY, "Ohio", Cotillion/Broken Arrow, 1970)

Tuesday, December 31, 2024

Remembering Jimmy Carter

building homes for the poor with Habitat for Humanity (Dith Pran/The New York Times)

President Jimmy Carter passed away on Sunday. He ran for a second term during the first Presidential Election in which I could vote, but I did not vote for him. I had canvassed for Ted Kennedy, against the President, while I was still a high school student in New Hampshire. My main (but not only) objection to his policies involved his stance on China and Taiwan. In any case, I voted in Rhode Island, where I went to college in the fall, but I think my vote was counted in West Virginia, where my parents lived. Either way, Carter won both Rhode Island and West Virginia, so my 'protest vote' had negligible effect. So much for my first election.

While teaching in Oakland in the aughts, we took our students on community service field trips in the local area – I believe it was around MLK Day. My group went to a Habitat for Humanity site in Oakland (East Oakland?), an organization championed by the President. It was an exciting and inspiring project, and I returned to the site on my own for a few days as well.

So much of the conversation I'm hearing around Carter's legacy falls under the trope: awful President, but great former President. I'm not sure I'd say 'awful'. I didn't support him, but I didn't want Reagan to win – not a fan of his work either. I would have voted Democrat if I thought it mattered. Like every President, there was some good and there was some not so good.

I always thought of him as sincere, generous as a humanitarian, and principled to a fault – which may be the fault of losing the election. But, he accepted blame for his errors; something that's just not done – then or now.
As you know, there is a growing disrespect for government and for churches and for schools, the news media, and other institutions. This is not a message of happiness or reassurance, but it is the truth and it is a warning.

[ … ]

I got a lot of personal advice. Let me quote a few of the typical comments that I wrote down. This from a southern governor: "Mr. President, you are not leading this nation -- you're just managing the government."

"You don't see the people enough any more."

"Some of your Cabinet members don't seem loyal. There is not enough discipline among your disciples."

"Don't talk to us about politics or the mechanics of government, but about an understanding of our common good."
(Pres Jimmy Carter, "Crisis of Confidence" [aka The Malaise Speech], July 15, 1979)

In the darker recesses and in the shadow of our most recent election, I've been mulling the contradiction that we say we want virtuous leaders, but virtuous candidates inevitably lose elections. We want our leaders to be transparent and honest. President Carter was punished for that.

He did manage to win a term, in large part because his opponent, or his opponent's party, carried blame for Vietnam and Watergate. We should thank President Carter for helping the country recover from those national lows. However, given the massively 'un-virtuous' context, we cannot say this shines a positive light on the American voter – having elected someone like Nixon in the first place.

The nation's decency is reflected in their choices, no matter their stated intentions. I'm reminded that this contradiction popped up in an interview with Stephen Colbert. But, I'm unsure whether he was trying to admit a difficult reality or divulge his disappointment:
Colbert: Were you too nice to be President because people criticized you for your demeanor and you might say the energy that was brought to the job. Does America want kind of a jerk as President?

Carter: Apparently from the recent election, yes. I never knew it before.

Colbert: What do you think it takes to be president? What's the one quality that it requires to be the president?

Carter: I used to think it was to tell the truth. But I've changed my mind lately.

Thursday, April 25, 2024

Coimbra – Quarto Dia (25 de Abril)


Today is the Dia da Liberdade, and the fiftieth anniversary of 25 de Abril. We have tickets for the train home early this afternoon, so have time this morning to see how Coimbra does things. The locals in the shops and restaurants report that there is to be a parade down the Rua Visconde da Luz to the Praça Oito de Maio.

Returning to the Praça, we don't have to wait long for the marching bands to begin playing. The drums echo from the Rua, maybe from the direction of the Praça do Comércio. Soon the first band appears in front of the Igreja de Santa Cruz and stomps up the ramp to the terrace of the Câmara Municipal.

As we hoped when we planned this 'escape', there are no crazy crowds. Maybe three or four bands go by, but otherwise the Praça looks much as it does on every other day – pleasant and enjoyable.

For us, the one area of Coimbra's Alta that remains unexplored is the 'north side', we head there now. We first find the Museu da Santa Casa da Misericórdia (seventeenth century), which has the Baroque pediment that we see from below.
The traveller goes out in pouring rain. He goes to visit the Casa do Navio, then returns to Alta, and can’t visit Coimbra without looking at the Casa de Sub-Ripas, so worm-eaten, sadly for us and for it, and the Torre de Anto, where António Nobre lived out his final and true Castilian vocation. The traveller doesn’t know whether anyone lives there today. He could have checked it out, but it didn’t occur to him. (José Saramago, “Journey to Portugal,” 1990; trans Hopkinson-Caistor, 2000)
 

 

 

We seek out the Torre de Anto and the Casa de Sub-Ripas (sixteenth century), two vertical structures on the edge of the west-facing slope connected by an elevated stone corridor. Two inscriptions on the Torre explain Saramago's reference to the nineteenth century poet:
O poeta aqui viveu no oiro do seu Sonho
Por isso a Torre esguia o nome veiu d'Anto
Legenda d'Alma Só e coração tristonho
Que poetas ungiu na graça do seu pranto
[The poet here lived in the gold of his Dream
That's why the slender Tower got its name from Anto
Legend of the Soul Alone and sad heart
What poets anointed in the grace of their weeping]

Esta Torre de Anto foi assim chamada por António Nobre, o grande poeta do Só, que nela morou e a cantou nos seus versos. E habitou-a mais tarde Alberto d'Oliveira, ilustre escritor e diplomata, o grande amigo de António Nobre e e da Coimbra amada.
[This Tower of Anto was so called by António Nobre, the great poet of Só, who lived in it and sang it in his verses. And it was later inhabited by Alberto d'Oliveira, an illustrious writer and diplomat, the great friend of António Nobre and beloved Coimbra.]
Beside the Torre, a narrow view opens to the Mondego, and a large shopping center on the opposite bank. The cobbled road drops to a funnel-like arch, the Torre da Contenda. The Casa is on the other side within the picturesque snarl of sinuous stone alleys.

We continue our unhurried, meandering way, back to the Torre da Almedina and down to the Praça do Comercio. We encounter the marching bands again, as they are stationed at various intersections on the route down to the river.

 

 

 

 

 

Our walk eventually takes us to Parque Manuel Braga. By now, musicians are walking past, their instruments stowed in cases. They join a flock of families enjoying the rest of the holiday, passing through the formal garden, to an esplanade lined with eateries. We turn around at a Parque Infantil where Urso, a large bear made of faux grass, stands sentry.

We say goodbye to Coimbra at the Igreja de Santiago (twelfth century), which happens to be open this afternoon. Various conservation projects appear to be under way, as the saint, dressed in blue, is waiting beside his chapel.

It's a charming church; its bones are Romanesque and shares something with the Sé Velha. There is a lovely Gothic chapel, and a barroco joanino altarpiece. Like the city it inhabits, it is a record and a product of its deep history. It is a work of assemblage, of pieces being put back together, but still a work in progress.

 

 

 


UPDATE (April 30th) – a few days after 25 de Abril, we are in the Largo do Carmo, Lisboa, and part of a tour at the Quartel of the Guarda Nacional Republicana (nineteenth century). This is the historic site where Marcello Caetano and Américo Tomás surrendered to Salgueiro Maia and ended the Estado Novo dictatorship.

The Quartel is embellished with banners and markers commemorating the day, including some new ones:
25 de Abril
Esta é a madrugada que en esperava
O dia inicial inteiro e limpo
Onde emergimos da noite e do silencio
E livres habitamos a substância do tempo
[This is the dawn I was waiting for
The whole and clean starting day
Where we emerged from the night and the silence
And free we inhabit the substance of time] 
   Homenagem do Presideme da Repubtica
   no 30 aniversatio da. Revolucao
   25.04.2004

Encontro de Jovens
evocando os 50 anos do
25 de Abril.
Homenagem do
Presidente da Republica, Marcelo Rebelo de Sousa
 

There are even some in the Largo and on the Convento do Carmo (fifteenth century) next door:
A SALGUEIRO MAIA
LEMBRANDO O
25 DE ABRIL DE 1974
HOMENAGEM DA CIDADE DE LISBOA 
CML 1992 
25 ABRIL 1974
LARGO DO CARMO E QUARTEL DO CARMO
Cerco ao Quartel do Carmo da GNR onde se refugiou Marcelo Caetano, por uma força da EPC. Conversações com vista à rendição. Saída de Marcelo Caetano e ministros para o Posto de Comando da Pontinha
25 DE ABRIL 2024
 


The Museu gives a comprehensive look at the Revolução dos Cravos: newspapers, logbooks, photos, even an Enciclopédia from the GNR library split by a bullet hole.

The guide treats us to a glimpse inside the Quartel, where there are tile panels with images of the Convento, reminiscent of those at the Justiça in Coimbra, and a wide balcony with sweeping views of the Castelo de São Jorge and the city's hills. We scan between the red roofs and imagine the largos and praças filled with hundreds of thousands chanting: VitóriaVitória!

 

 

 

 

 


UPDATE (May 1st) – Primeiro de Maio is the Dia do Trabalhador. Another marching band, or at least the drum corps, is stationed on the Avenida Almirante Reis below our apartment window.

This is also a fiftieth anniversary, of May 1st, 1974, a gathering of the major the leaders of Portugal and their supporters, at the Estádio Primiero de Maio in Alvalade, to celebrate the Revolução.

Because the Portuguese, from all backgrounds and viewpoints, assemble in peace and celebration, Mário Soares declares:
Valeu a pena ter lutado, valeu a pena ter sofrido para assistir a esta festa. Foi hoje e foi aqui que destruímos o fascismo.
[It was worth fighting, it was worth having suffered to attend this party. It was today, it was here, that we destroyed fascism.] ("The Portuguese Carnation Revolution", José Medeiros Ferreira, Shantarin, 2024)
December 7th is the centenary of Soares' birth.


UPDATE (May 13th) – For an explainer of the Revolução dos Cravos, this YouTube from ARTE.tv is quite good (German w English subtitles):

Monday, January 15, 2024

MLK Day in Lisboa and Sintra


14 de Janeiro – Lisboa

A friend arranges a tour through Alfama and Baixa, "The Slave Trade in Lisbon" which begins with Portugal's history during the Age of Discoveries. It's the Sunday before Martin Luther King Jr Day, and after recently reading her book, the words of Poet Laureate Tracy K Smith spring to mind:
My error, I now see, had been believing I was Free, that freedom had long ago been won for me. My error was in exercising a freedom I did not, in reality, possess. For in reality, I am not Free but rather Freed, a guest in the places—we might just as easily call them institutions—where freedom is professed. Hence, the many cruel things a few people said. Hence the few true things left unsaid. All those words, all that silence, and how much and how little any of it managed to change.

The Freed—people like me—descend from histories of subjugation. Violence, enslavement, forced migration, and other such acts committed in the names of men, women, and even little children whose freedom has long been accepted as an a priori condition. For the Freed—people like me—nothing that is ours defies contestation. Nothing that is ours has not, at one time or another, been regarded, handled, pocketed, and tossed begrudgingly back by the people presumed to have always been Free. (Tracy K. Smith, To Free the Captives, Knopf, 2023)
We are hearing the Portuguese story with American ears. From its history, we understand that their institutions of slavery morphed from feudal forms of subjugation, such as captive combatants, but as the vassalage of the African states (such as they were) grew unnecessary during the descobrimentos, the Portuguese began trading slaves in earnest. The scale of the trade is shocking – of the estimated twelve and a half million Africans trafficked across the Atlantic, Portugal is responsible for nearly half.

Our tour starts in the Largo do Chafariz de Dentro. Our guide, Rui, leads us into the Alfama, where we find the Beco dos Cativos. Rui carries a binder full of images and diagrams that explain the establishment of slavery in Portugal.

 

 

We loop past the Igreja de São Miguel the Torre de São Pedro, and to the Igreja de São João de Praça (Ukrainian Orthodox). The stops allow moments of instruction and reflection.

Rui selects this day for the tour, as Lisbon is in the process of installing a series of plaques and statues that commemorate and illuminate this history. The story is otherwise hidden, as there is almost no physical evidence of the slave trade, except the population of Lisbon itself. One the way out of the Alfama, we pass two stone markers with ships of the descobrimentos

For example, the Casa dos Escravos is long gone from the Praça do Comércio – destroyed in the 1755 earthquake along with all the records and documents relating to the trade.

 

 

 

As we walk up the Rua Augusta, we see that the shuttering around the MUDE is down; even Rui is surprised. The design museum is housed in the old Banco Nacional Ultramarino and on the front facade is another (steam-powered?) caravela and the Portuguese royal coat of arms surrounded by the crests of the colonies: (left to right) Timor Portugûes, São Tomé e Príncipe, Estado da Índia, Moçambique, Guiné, Cabo Verde, and Macau.

On Rua Augusta, we also pass the Casa Pereira de Conceição, a tea and coffee shop. Rui explain that this had been a stop on the tour until its shop sign was recently stolen.

The tour ends at the statue of Pai Paulino (Paulino José da Conceição), which was unveiled yesterday (January 13th); Pai Paulino was a freed slave, ironically, a caiador (whitewasher) by trade, and a popular community and civil rights leader. This is still his community, as reflected by the many skin tones of the laughing people seated at the nearby benches, and the faces in the architectural details.

 

 
Paulino José da Conceição - Pai Paulino
Bahia, 1798 - Lisboa, 1869

Popular figure in nineteenth-century Lisbon, a freed slave born in Brazil, participated in the landing of Mindelo in 1832 as a soldier of the liberal troops and was a perpetual judge in the Franciscan Black Brotherhoods of Jesus Maria José and the Magi until 1864. The brotherhoods acted as mediators of conflicts in which Africans were involved and denounced situations of illegal slavery in Portugal. Caiador by profession made his services available in Largo de São Domingos and participated as a bagpiper in the procession of the Corpo de Cristo and in the bullfighting events of Campo de Sant'Ana.

CMC/Programa Bipzip Batoto Yetu Pt JF Sta Maria Maior 2020
15 de Janeiro – Sintra

An errand to collect paperwork for residency brings us to Sintra's Segurança Social office. The errand itself takes no time, so we are free to explore. Near the office is the Sintra Marmòris Palace, a gorgeous boutique hotel – the front garden is filled with peacocks, water features, and azulejos.

 


Just past the center of town is the Palácio e Parque Beister (late nineteenth century), featuring the beautiful chalet designed by José Luís Monteiro (also designed Rossio train station) for Frederico Biester (German railroad-industrialist) and his wife Amélia de Guimarães Chamiço (banking family). The completion of the house dates to 1890, but by 1900 both Frederico and Amélia are gone, and house passes to Claudina Ermalinda Chamiço – the widow of Francisco Chamiço, the founder of the Banco Nacional Ultramarino. Claudina is thus "a mulher mais rica do reino" (the richest woman in the kingdom).

It is recently reopened (from April 2022) and has been on our list to see. The Cascata dos Platanos spatters as we ascend through the tangled tress and fog. Past the Parque das Merandas, the conical turret of the house comes into view.

 

 


Inside the rooms are colorful and well-scaled. On the main level is the Biblioteca, which extends into the turret, though we can barely see. Winged chimera and vegetal motifs adorn the walls and coffered ceiling. Next, the Sala da Música features a 'wedding cake' cornice of Gothic trefoil arches.

 

 

 

 

Through a large wooden door arch, we arrive in the Sala de Estar. Here, the Gothic arches meet the floral wall pattern to create a vertical rhythm, matching the 'inverted trefoil' wooden rail and paneled wainscot. The oval ceiling medallion echoes these themes. The shuttered, double-arched windows and the corner fireplace complete this extraordinary room.

 


 

The Salão de Festas is currently a dining room but is properly the ballroom. Here, a large fireplace, with its Bordallo Pinheiro tilework, faces a large step-out bay. The walls are lined with curling vines. The built-in furnishings are a dimensional extension of the rail and wainscot seen in the Sala de Estar, providing an unexpected sense of continuity and integration.

 


From the Salão de Festas, we turn the corner to the Escadaria Principal. Against expectations, the main stairway is overflowing with decoration. A wind-blown beauty greets us, sitting in a garland of roses, unaffected by the thorns. A glorious six-sided, stained glass lantern illuminates the archway. Next to the carved stairs is the elevador.

The staircase splits two further arches, the newell post rising to form a small column. At the base of the column, a snarling dragon guards the upper levels. The lord and lady of the house stand on opposite sides of the upper landing holding their monograms.

 

 

 

 


 

The double-doors lead to an outdoor balcony. but are not in use. We step just down the hall to a sitting room, and the around into a small lobby (Sacristy?), where we enter the Capela on a diagonal. The seating is also on the diagonal. The literature attributes the decoration of the room to Luigi Manini, who also designed the neighboring Quinta da Regaleira (early twentieth century).

The layout places the altar in the round turret, between two pairs of figures in stained glass. They appear to be: (left to right) São Francisco (with stigmata), Santa Teresa d'Ávila (book and quill), Raina Santa Isabel (bread and roses in her apron), and Santo António (with lilies). The glass carries the mark: Hubert-Paris 1889, rue du Chemin Vert 47.

The cornice is again surmounted by a line of painted trefoil arches, each with a cross-roundel, and further decorated with orchids is a bubbly red edge. Above the columned arch, in a burst of stars, is the dove of the Holy Spirit. The stars radiate across to two large, painted angels, set apart by their checkerboard trim. The angel on the left holds a naveta (incense holder) and the one on the right holds a turíbulo (incense burner). The paintings are by Paul Baudry.

 

 

 


There a number of plain bedrooms and bath rooms, but the Quarto Principal (above the Salão de Festas) features more painted decorations: kissing doves and cherubs.

Down the service stair, we get a different view into the Salão de Festas, and note the two fantastic, neo-gothic built-in armoires that we could not see from the Sala de Estar. Continuing down, we arrive at the fully tiled Cozinha, with its enormous fireplace and stove.

 

 

We step onto the north terrace with these tangled stories, and the remarkable connections to yesterday's tour – the Banco Nacional Ultramarino. The story of this money and its 'human value' is still embodied in the Chalet Biester as well as the Quinta da Regaleira (Carvalho Monteiro's money from coffee and mining in Brazil).

Looking up, we see the timbers form another trefoil, with dragon heads carved at the ends. The amazing details at the eaves and overhangs, and the stunning oriel window at the upstairs sitting room, it is all so, so lovely.

 

 

 

We explore the grounds as the fog slowly clears. An easy climb takes us to the top of the Parque and the Miradouro das Descobertas. Descending past the chalet, we encounter the Tanque das Faias, covered in more Bordallo Pinheiro tile.

At the Estufas (hothouse), we find a small cafe run by a local pastry shop, Casa do Preto – their logo, another image connecting Portugal's past. But instead, upon a neighbor's recommendation, we buy some travesseiros at the Casa Piriquita.

 

 

 

 

(UPDATE, January 16) Here are images of the signage mentioned in this blogpost: