Sunday, September 20, 2015

Benedict Arnold


Benedict Arnold began the American Revolutionary War on the Patriot side as a captain in the Connecticut Militia.  In April of 1775, his company assisted in the seige of Boston.  In May of 1775, he helped Ethan Allen to capture Fort Ticonderoga.  In December of 1775, Arnold participated in the ill-fated attack on the City of Quebec.  For his efforts there, he received a commission as a general in the American Army.  In October of 1777, he was heroic in the decisive victory over the British at the Battle of Saratoga.  When the British withdrew from Philadelphia in June of 1778, General George Washington appointed Arnold as the military commander of the City. 

It was around that time that Arnold started to have misgivings about his choice of sides in the war.  He began a secret correspondence with Major John Andre, the British spy chief.  In August of 1780, Washington appointed Arnold as the Commandant of West Point, a commanding plateau on the west bank of the Hudson River, 55 miles north of New York City.  In this capacity, Arnold offered to turn the fort over to the British, for a price.  Andre confirmed they would pay him twenty thousand pounds.  Two hundred, thirty-five years ago tomorrow, September 21, 1780, Arnold and Andre met to discuss the final arrangements for the turnover of West Point.  Two days later, while attempting to return to British-held New York City, Andre was captured by American forces.  On his person were documents that incriminated Arnold.  Hearing this, Arnold himself escaped to New York City and became a general in the British Army.  After the war ended in 1783, he moved to England where he died in 1801.

Today, there are no statues of Benedict Arnold in the United States.  For two hundred and thirty-five years his name has been vilified as synonymous with the word traitor.  He was a patriot who fought for American independence and then fought against the united States of America.  Similarly, Jefferson Davis, Robert E. Lee, and other leaders of the rebellious Confederate States of America were once loyal Americans who fought against the United States of America and thus became traitors.  However, unlike Arnold, today there are statues and monuments to these men in the United States.  Why the difference?

The American Revolutionary War was waged because of a desire by some in the British North American colonies for independence.  At the end of the war, the losers, those colonists loyal to the British crown, plus some freed slaves and Hession soldiers hired to fight for the British, emigrated to Canada or Great Britain.  They knew they would be unwelcome in the newly independent American States plus they had little desire to live under a new and untested form of government.  The slaves would be returned to their masters. 

The Civil War was waged because of a desire by the rich and powerful slave-owners in the South to create a nation in which African slavery would be protected and made permanent.  At the end of the war, the losers, the white Southerners who fought for and supported the rebellious Confederate States of America, mostly stayed put.  (A small number did emigrate to Mexico and Brazil.)  For about twelve years, until 1877, they endured what was called Reconstruction.  During this period, the States that had seceded were under the rule of the United States Army.  It organized local elections which permitted former slaves (freedmen) to vote.  On the other hand, whites who held leading positions in the Confederacy were barred from voting and could not hold public office.  Coalitions of freedmen, northerners who emigrated to the South (carpetbaggers), and southerners who supported Reconstruction (scalawags) cooperated to form state and local governments. 

As a result of the disputed presidential election of 1876, the new US President Rutherford B. Hayes ended Reconstruction after he was inaugurated in January 1877.  The US Army was withdrawn and the South came under the exclusive rule of white southerners.  “Following continuing violence around elections as insurgents worked to suppress black voting, the Democratic-dominated Southern states passed legislation to create barriers to voter registrations by blacks and poor whites.”  As a result, the new white power structure mandated a system of legal segregation of the races in all public facilities, known as Jim Crow laws.  In theory, it was supposed to be separate, but equal.  But in reality, “conditions for African Americans were consistently inferior and underfunded compared to those available to white Americans.”  This period of legal segregation and voter suppresion continued until the 1960s.

It was during this period (1877-1965) that the white southern establishment developed a narrative (alternative history) that told a story favorable to the white southern “lost cause.”  This made the actions of their ancestors who participated in the Civil War for the South more palatable.  According to the narrative, the Civil War was not about slavery.  It was about the desire of the South to be free and independent, in a similar manner that the thirteen British colonies had wanted to be free and independent in 1776.  Unfortunately in my view, this narrative has taken hold in the white Southern community.  The Civil War, the heroes of that war, and the Battle Flag of the Confederacy have all come to represent southern pride, southern culture, and southern tradition.  Sometimes it is not the victors who write the history.  Sometimes, the losers, because they have the political power, write the history.

To be fair, 95% of white Southerners did not own slaves and four of the States (Virginia, North Carolina, Tennessee and Arkansas) only seceded after President Lincoln ordered Federal troops to go to the South to suppress the “rebellion,” as it was called by him.  Presumably, those States felt that secession was a legitimate option, but its suppression by force was not.  I would prefer that the descendents of those 95% of white Southerners realize that their non-slaving owning ancestors had been misguided by the slaving holding elite.  They fought bravely in the Civil War, but they fought on the wrong side of history.      

On the other hand, as I stated above, the powerful elite in 1860, all slave owners, opted for secession in order to protect slavery (read the Confederate Constitution).  They were able to convince the other 95% of white southerners who did not own slaves to support secession because (1) it was in their economic interest to support slavery (“Cotton is king”), (2) it was in their social interest to support slavery (at least you are superior to a slave) and (3) they needed to protect their women from the invaders from the North.  However, just as in the Revolutionary War, it was not a unanimous decision to secede.  In western Virginia, western North Carolina, eastern Tennessee, and northern Alabama, where yeoman farmers were strong and slavery almost did not exist, the majority favored staying in the Union. 

It was also during this post-Reconstruction period that statues, monuments and memorials were constructed throughout the South to remember the heroes of the Confederacy, many of whom owned slaves.  The African American community in the South, descendents of those held in slavery, was powerless to do anything about it, until now.  Recently, the Battle Flag of the Confederacy, which had flown over the State of South Carolina Capital, was taken down.    

Silent Sam, a statue of a symbolic Confederate soldier (who fought against the United States of America), was erected on The University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill campus in 1913.  In 1924, a gigantic sculpture of Confederate General Robert E. Lee (a slave-owner) leading a column of his soldiers (who fought against the United States of America) was completed on the side of Stone Mountain, Georgia.  In 1933, a statue of Confederate President Jefferson Davis (a slave owner) was erected on the campus of the University of Texas in Austin.  There are hundreds, if not thousands more, throughout the South.

What would we think if some German people started to talk nostalgically about their history from 1933-1945?  What if they started waving the Nazi flag as representative of German culture, pride, and tradition?  What if they built statues of some of their heroic leaders from that period?  I think we Americans would be shocked and dismayed.  Similarly, I am appalled when I see Silent Sam in McCorkle Park in Chapel Hill, North Carolina, my once and future home.                                  

Sunday, September 13, 2015

NFL


Today, September 13, is opening day for the 2015 season of the National Football League (NFL).  I know there was a game Thursday night (the Pittsburgh Steelers lost 28-21 to the New England Patriots at Gillette Stadium, Foxborough, Massachusetts), but for the other 30 teams, and traditionally, the game is played on Sundays (“On any given Sunday...”).  The League is currently the most popular sport in the United States.  But it wasn’t always that way.  Until the late 1950s, it lived in obscurity, overshadowed by the college game and especially baseball.  For example, in Philadelphia, fan support for the University of Pennsylvania Quakers was far greater than the Eagles in the decade of the 1940s.

Ninety-five years ago, on August 20, 1920, in Canton, Ohio, the league was first formalized as the American Professional Football Conference, consisting of eleven teams.  There are thirty-two teams in the League today.  The next month, September of 1920, it changed its name to the American Professional Football Association.  Two years later, now headquartered in Columbus, Ohio, it became the National Football League.

When I became a fan of professional football about thirty years later in the early 1950s, the NFL, led by Commissioner Bert Bell, consisted of twelve teams: the New York Giants, the Cleveland Browns, the Philadelphia Eagles, the Pittsburgh Steelers, the Chicago Cardinals, the Washington R-word, the Detroit Lions, the Chicago Bears, the Green Bay Packers, the Baltimore Colts, the San Francisco 49ers, and the Los Angeles Rams.  The first six were in the Eastern Conference and the second six in the Western Conference.  After a twelve game season the two Conference winners would meet in a championship game, the site of which was determined on an alternating basis between the Eastern and Western Conference champions.  For example, in 1954 the Browns hosted the Lions in Cleveland, while in 1955 the Rams hosted the Browns in Los Angeles.

As I was a big sports fan in my youth, and as each of the games of the New York Football Giants (to distinguish them from my favorite baseball team, the New York Giants), were televised into our living room every Sunday afternoon in the fall, I became enamored of the NFL Giants.  In those years, as television was a black and white phenomenom, I couldn’t tell for sure what color their helmets, jerseys, or pants were.  One game between the Eagles (green) and the Giants (red and blue) became quite confusing as both teams wore dark helmets and a dark jerseys. 

Before  1956, the Giants were a loser, especially frustrated by the exploits of Otto Graham and Paul Brown’s Browns.  I remember one particular Sunday, November 30, 1952, when I sat through a loss to the Steelers by a score of 63-7.  However, in 1956, my loyalty was rewarded with a championship, the team’s first since 1938, when they beat the Bears at Yankee Stadium, 47-7.

In 1957, a rookie out of nearby Syracuse University, the one and only Jim Brown (the greatest football player I ever saw) led the Browns back to the NFL championship game in Detroit.  Unfortunately for the Browns, they lost to the Lions 59-14. 

In 1958, the Giants needed to beat those same Lions in Detroit in order to stay in the race for the championship.  On December 7th, they were leading (19-17) late in the game when Detroit threatened to score a go-ahead field goal.  Giant Linebacker, Harland Svare (#84) blocked it to insure the Giants victory.  The following Sunday, the 14th, the Giants hosted the Browns on the last game of the regular season, needing to defeat Cleveland in order to force a tie-breaking playoff game the following Sunday.  Legendary Pat Summerall (#88) kicked a forty-nine yard field goal as snow was blowing with about two minutes remaining to give the Giants a 13-10 victory.  Playing the Browns back at Yankee Stadium again on the 21st, the Giants shutdown Jim Brown and won the playoff game, 10-0.  That led to another game for the NFL championship at Yankee Stadium the following Sunday against the Western Champion, the Baltimore Colts, led by quarterback Johnnie Unitas.  That game, on December 28, 1958, would become known as the greatest game ever played and would forever change the destiny of the NFL.

The Colts scored two second quarter touchdowns on a two yard run by Alan “the horse” Ameche and a fifteen yard pass from Unitas to Raymond Berry to go into halftime with a 14-3 lead.  They took the second half kickoff and seemed to be putting the game away when they marched to the Giants’s one yard line.  However, the Giants held and the momentum turned.

A few plays later, Giant quarterback Charlie Conerly’s (#42) 33 yard pass connected with Kyle Rote (#44) at their own 46 yard line.  Rote broke a tackle and ran for another 29 yards when he was tackled from behind at the Colt’s 25 yard line, where he fumbled the ball.  Teammate Alex Webster (#29) picked up the loose ball and ran to the one yard line where he was forced out of bounds (86 yards on a pass completion plus run with a recovered fumble).   Two plays later, Mel Tripplet (#33) scored a touchdown to narrow the score to 14-10.  The Giants took the lead, 17-14, in the fourth quarter on a Conerly to Frank Gifford (#16) touchdown pass of fifteen yards.

With a little over two minutes left in the fourth quarter, Unitas drove the Colts 73 yards down the field for a game-tying field goal with seven seconds left.  That sent the game into the first ever Sudden Death Overtime to determine the NFL champion.  The Giants won the coin toss, but failed to get a first down.  They punted to the Colts who marched eighty yards down field with the clĂ­max being Ameche again in the end zone on a one yard run.  Game over, Colts 23, Giants 17.  I cried.   

Even with the City of New York blacked out, an estimated forty-five million Americans watched the game on television, a record at that time.  As a result of this game, professional football became immensely more and more popular for years to come.  Because of this new popularity, in 1960, a rival league, the American Football League, with eight teams (Boston Patriots, New York Titans, Buffalo Bills, Houston Oilers, Dallas Texans, Denver Broncos, Oakland Raiders, and the Los Angeles Chargers), started operating.  In addition, the NFL added expansion teams in 1960 (Dallas Cowboys) and 1961 (Minnesota Vikings).  Under the leadership of Commissioner Pete Rozelle, the two leagues merged a few years later and their respective champions met in the Los Angeles Memorial Coliseum on January 15, 1967 in the first of what would become known as the Super Bowl, the most watched single sporting event of the year in the USA. 

Recently, Giant great Frank Gifford passed away.  It reminded me of that group of Giants (that meant so much to me in my youth) that were in the NFL championship game six times in eight years (1956-1963).  Unfortunately, they also lost to the Colts in 1959, the Packers in 1961 and 1962, and finally the Bears in 1963.  Ironically, I was at Franklin Field, then home of the Philadelphia Eagles, on opening day 1964 (exactly 51 years ago today) when this great run of sucess all came crashing down, with a 38-7 loss.  Besides Gifford and the others previously mentioned, I remember Rosie Brown (#79), Rosie Grier (#76), Jimmy Patton (#20), Sam Huff (#70), Jim Katkavage (#75), Andy Robustelli (#81), Emlen Tunnell (#45), Bob Schnelker (#85), Ray Wietecha (#55), and Dick Modzelewski (#77 – On Saturday night, September 26, 1964, I sat directly behind him in a Philadelphia movie theater showing Behold a Pale Horse, starring Gregory Peck, Anthony Quinn, and Omar Sharif.). 
Tonight, the Giants are on the road to play the Dallas Cowboys.  Good luck to both teams and good luck to the NFL.  Hopefully, this year will be improvement over last year when, instead of great plays by players on the field, the talk was of player issues involving spousal abuse, child abuse, and game day cheating.

Sunday, September 6, 2015

Brief Encounter


Standing behind her as she sat at their table, he put his left hand on her right shoulder.  Then Alec walked out the door of the refreshment room and was gone forever.  Laura hoped he would change his mind and return, but he didn’t.  This was the end of their brief affair, but for fans of the 1945 British romantic film, Brief Encounter, written by Noel Coward, directed by David Lean, with Piano Concerto No. 2 by Sergei Rachmaninoff, and starring Trevor Howard and Celia Johnson (nominated for the Academy Award for Best Actress, but lost to Olivia DeHaviland in To Each His Own), their love story can be replayed over and over again. 

It started so innocently.  Laura, a middle-aged housewife and mother of two young children, was waiting on the station platform on her way home after her weekly Thursday excursion to Milford, got a piece of grit in her eye as a train passed rapidly in front of her.  Retreating into the refreshment room, she unsuccessfully tried to remove it.  Alec, a kindly (married with children) general practioner, offered his assistance and was quickly able to mend her irritated eye.  So began their relationship.

The following Thursday, after she exited from a book store in Milford, Laura and Alec passed on the street.  Remembering each other from the previous week, the two made small talk for a minute or so before continuing on their respective ways.

On the third Thursday, Laura was sitting alone in a crowded restaurant in Milford having just ordered lunch.  When she saw Alec approaching, Laura said hello and invited him to join her as there were no empty tables available.  I believe this was an innocent gesture, perhaps reciprocating for his act of kindness in assisting her in her moment of need two weeks prior.  The two chatted amiably sharing lunch, a laugh at the dreadful live music they had to endure in the restaurant, and some good conversation.    

After lunch, Laura mentioned that she was going to the cinema and Alec asked if he could join her as his work at the hospital that day was finished.  She accepted.  I believe this was their first step over the line.  She said it was so natural and innocent, but was it?  After enjoying a movie together, they walked back to the train station.  Just before they arrived, Alec put his hand under Laura’s arm.  It was their first intimacy. 

In the refreshment room, they each had a cup of tea before their respective trains arrived.  Alec talked about his passion for preventative medicine.  Laura found him very endearing, talking about it as if he were “a little boy.”  I think this was an indication of her growing fondness for Alec.  When his train arrived, they both mentioned how much they had enjoyed their afternoon together. 

Alec asked, “Can I see you again?”  After Laura avoided giving a direct response, he repeated his request. 

Laura said, “Yes, of course.” 

“Please, next Thursday, the same time,” he pleaded. 

At first, she said, “I couldn’t possibly.” 

He asked again and finally she said, “I’ll be there.” Alec thereupon happily ran off to meet his train. 

On the fourth Thursday, Laura went back for lunch to the same table in the same restaurant where they had met the previous week, hoping that Alec would be there.  After finishing her meal, she “waited a bit,” but he didn’t come.  Then Laura passed by the hospital where Alec spent his Thursdays, but she didn’t see him.  She arrived at the train station a little earlier than usual, having left the cinema before the feature film was even over.  After finishing her tea in the refreshment room, she walked to the platform to await her train.  Laura noticed Alec’s train arriving and he wasn’t anywhere to be seen.  She suddenly felt “panic stricken” at the thought she wouldn’t see him again.  Then, there he was, running up the ramp towards her.  She ran to meet him.  He apologized for not seeing her earlier.  There had been an emergency at the hospital.  Together they ran to his train that was about to depart. 

As he boarded, he asked, “Next Thursday?”

She responded with a broad smile on her face, “Yes, next Thursday.”

On the fifth Thursday, they again went to the cinema together.  As it turned out to be a terribly bad movie, they left before the end.  Since it was a lovely afternoon, they decided instead to go to the local botanical gardens.  Laura was enjoying herself “without any pang of conscience.”  They decided to go for a boat ride on the lake, with Alec doing the rowing and Laura trying to steer.  They both felt “gay and happy.”  Trying to go under a low bridge, Alec got out of the boat and got his shoes and socks wet.  They found a place to stay while they dried them off and where they would be alone.  Their mood turned serious. 

Over a cup of tea, he said, “You know what’s happened, don’t you?” Alec meant that  they had fallen in love. 

Laura simply said, “Yes.”

I highly recommend that you see this marvelous romantic film and discover what happened next to Laura and Alec.  I hope I have whetted your apetite for more.  I consider Brief Encounter the best film of this genre ever made.  After you see it, please let me know what you think.                    

    

Sunday, August 30, 2015

Fourth Lake, Chapter 8


Wednesday morning, Judy and Phil woke up a little later than normal as their bodies were still dealing with their trek across Fourth Lake in a canoe.  It had been exhilarating, but now their muscles were sore.  Phil opened his eyes first and let Judy sleep a little while longer.  He didn’t move for fear of waking her.  He also didn’t move in order to protect himself from agravating his body aches.  It had been many years since he had worked so hard physically.  He used to play a little basketball at a local gym after he had started his CPA career, but that was long gone.

When Judy did wake up, she leaned over and gave Phil a light good morning kiss on his lips.  They spoke for some minutes recollecting their adventure of the previous day.  Slowly, gradually they got up and started the new day, with a promise to each other to take it easier than yesterday. 

For breakfast, Judy had cold cereal with milk and a sliced banana, while Phil had some toast with butter and strawberry preserves.  They both enjoyed orange juice from a bottle and coffee. 

There was another Watergate reference on television.  White House staffer, Pat Buchanan, told a repĂłrter that the Nixon Administration was considering a strategy of going directly to the Senate.  It was the first time that the White House was acknowledging defeat in the House of Representatives.  Nixon’s supporters in the House Judiciary Committee received this news with anger and disbelief.  Disbelief was also a word that Phil used when he heard the report.  Both he and Judy shook their heads.

After showering and dressing in their swim suits, Phil and Judy both sat on their deck chairs looking out over Fourth Lake.  They both had brought books, works of fiction, from home for just such a time.  Phil was reading The Day of the Jackal by Frederick Forsyth, while Judy had just started The Princess Bride by William Goldman.  Eventually, Judy put hers down, and starred out at Dollar Island and its unoccupied house.  After some minutes, Phil noticed that Judy wasn’t reading any more.

“What are you looking at?”

“Over there.  Dollar Island and that house on it.”

“Are you interested in buying it?”

“No, silly.  But, wouldn’t it be fun to go there and check it out.  You said that nobody was there now.”

“I don’t remember anybody over there inviting us for dinner.”

“So what?  I’m just so curious about it.  To live in such a house, so isolated from peering eyes and nosey neighbors.  And it’s such a big house, a mansion.  You said it’s owned by some rich family.  It must be beautiful inside.”

“So, you’re curious.  Unless you can get an invitation or see an open house ad, I don’t see what we can do.”

“Phil, have you no sense of adventure?  Think of it?  We could take a canoe over there, walk around a little, and peek in the windows.  Maybe the doors aren’t even locked.  The crime rate around here is probably zero.”

“And what if we get caught?  We would be arrested and I could lose my CPA license.”

“Oh, Phil.  You’re getting to be such an old man.  It would be fun and exciting.  We could bring some wine and make love over there.  Just think about it.  Don’t say yes or no right now.  Please!”

After some hesitation, Phil said, “Ok, I’ll think about it.  Speaking of wine, why don’t we walk down to that bar we saw on Sunday and have a drink this afternoon.”

“Now, that is a good idea.”

Before lunch, the two swam around a little in the lake.  After a light lunch of sandwiches, they laid on the deck to improve their respective tans.  Later, Phil and Judy dressed up a bit and walked into Inlet for drinks at the Laughing Loon Tavern.  A short distance from their cottage, they passed Joe Williams returning to his.

“How are you, Judy?” he said, with a twinkle in his eye.  Phil and Judy hadn’t noticed him until he spoke, and then he was gone.  Judy was pleasantly surprised.  Phil, having not met Joe when they arrived on Sunday, didn’t know who this young man was who called his wife by name.

“Who was that?” asked Phil.

“That was Joe, Joe Williams.  He’s our landlord.  You haven’t met him?”

“I thought our landlords were some old couple.”

“He’s their nephew.  They had to go to Albany for some medical thing, so he’s here in their stead.”

“He certainly gave you a big smile.  I think he likes you.”

“Are you jealous?”

“What?  He’s just a kid.  Why should I be jealous?”

Judy was disappointed that Phil did not express any jealousy.  A little later, in Inlet, May Flanagan was on her cigarette break in front of the grocery store.  When Phil and Judy walked by, she smiled and said, “Hi, handsome.”

They both heard her comment.  Phil tried to ignore it.  But, Judy asked, “Who is that?”

“Her?  As I recall, she’s the cashier in the grocery.  You remember her from Monday?  I suspect she’s a big flirt.  Are you jealous?”

“You bet I am.”  She turned and sneered at May, who kept right on smiling at them.

Shortly, they entered the Laughing Loon Tavern.  There were very few customers there at that hour of the day.  Mitch Riley was tending bar.  Phil and Judy sat down on the stools directly in front of him.  Mitch was very happy to see Judy again.

“What can I do for you folks?” Mitch asked.

“What would you like, Judy?” asked Phil.

“I’ll have a cosmopolitan, please,” she said looking directly at Mitch, with a friendly smile on her face.

“Right away.  And for you, sir,”

“I think I’d like a whiskey sour.  Do you have V.O.?”

“Of course.  Give me a minute.”

While they were waiting for their drinks, Phil and Judy eyeballed the Laughing Loon and compared notes.  They were making more small talk when Mitch returned with one cosmopolitan and one whiskey sour.

A little later, Phil went to the men’s room, leaving Judy all alone.  By then, her cosmopolitan was almost gone.  Mitch came over to her.

“Say, Judy, can I buy you another drink?”

“I thought you were supposed to sell drinks, not buy them.”

“If I give good service to my customers, maybe they’ll come back for more.  That’s good business.”

“Do you buy drinks for all of your customers?”

“No, I don’t.”

“Okay, I accept.  I’ll have another cosmopolitan.”

“Great.  By the way, my name is Mitch.”

“Thank you, Mitch.”

When Phil returned from the men’s room, he didn’t notice that Judy was on her second cosmopolitan.  Judy didn’t mention it.  Neither did Mitch.
 

 

Sunday, August 23, 2015

High Noon RevisiTed


The plot of the 1952 Western movie classic, High Noon, intrigues me greatly.  I wrote about it in this blog on March 22nd.  The basic story is that four notorious gunmen, led by Frank Miller, a man originally convicted of murder and sentenced to hang, but later pardoned, his brother, Ben, and two associates, Jack Colby and Jim Pierce, were determined to kill Will Kane, the ex-marshall of Hadleyville, a western town, some time in the late Nineteenth Century.  Their reason was revenge for Kane’s involvement in Miller’s murder conviction.  At his trial, Miller made his threat to kill Kane well-known. 

Killing Kane would of course be against the law, but these four men could care less.  Kane, recently married, had to think not only about his own safety, but that of his bride as well.  He first decided to run away.  He had about an eighty minute head start before the gang would all meet at the Hadleyville train depot.  Kane then changed his mind and decided it would be better to confront his enemies in Hadleyville, hopefully with the help of some friends.  In order to give himself some clout, he acted as if he was still the marshall, which was not true. 

According to my research, it is a crime in the United States to threaten someone.  Such threats can be written, verbal, or made by gestures or body language, depending on the law of the state.  However, the threat cannot be vague or unreasonable.  It must be credible, real, and imminent. 

Was it a crime when Miller first threatened Kane at the trial?  It probably wasn’t credible and imminent since Miller was on his way to prison to be executed.  Five years later, after being pardoned, Miller’s threat was being taken very seriously in Hadleyville.

What does someone do if their life is threatened and the threat seems real?  You can make a criminal complaint with the police.  The police should then investigate your complaint.  They will decide if there is enough evidence to bring criminal charges against the person who made the threat.  If charges are brought, there will be a trial to determine if the accused is guilty of a crime.  If found guilty, they will be punished in some fashion, perhaps imprisoned.

But what if it is just your word against the person’s making the threat?  What if there is not enough substantial evidence to support your charge?  What if the police can do nothing?  What if all you have is a restraining order from a judge?  Then what do you do?

Someone in Hadleyville suggested that Kane should have arrested Ben Miller plus Colby and Pierce while they were waiting at the train depot for brother Frank.  Kane said it was not against the law to wait for someone at the train depot.  Maybe he was wrong.  Perhaps they were guilty of a conspiracy to attempt murder.  They were not there to give Frank a welcome home party.  What about when they removed their spurs, loaded their weapons, and started marching toward the main street of Hadleyville looking to find and kill Kane?  When do they actually commit a chargeable offense?  Not until they fire on Kane?  But since Kane drew on them first, they could claim self-defense.

In the 1962 film, Cape Fear, we see a similar story.  There, an ex-convict, Max Cady played by Robert Mitchum, blamed another man, Sam Bowden played by Gregory Peck, for his having spent eight years in prison.  Bowden was a witness to Cady’s crime of assaulting a woman and testified against him at his trial.  In Cady’s warped mind, it was Bowden’s testimony, not his own actions, that sent him to prison.  Following his release, Cady stalked Bowden and his family.  His ultimate goal was to assault and rape Bowden’s young daughter as revenge for his lost eight years.  After a friendly police chief had exhausted all he could legally do to help, Bowden took personal responsibility to protect himself and his family.

Perhaps, like Bowden, at a certain point, you must take personal responsibility for your own or your family’s safety.  Perhaps you need to protect yourself.  Perhaps you need a gun, like Sam Bowden did above.  In the State of North Carolina, for example, a resident of the State can legally buy (with a permit) a pistol and carry it on their person with the State’s Concealed Handgun Permit.  Without any friends, save his wife, Kane took responsibility for his own safety.  What else could he have done?  Running away would have only postponed the inevitable.  Any comments?                

       

Saturday, August 15, 2015

The Fourteenth Colony


First, happy birthday to my son, Bret.

Now to my weekly post: Two hundred and thirty-one years ago tomorrow, on August 16, 1784, the British colonial government in North America officially divided the colony of Nova Scotia in two (at the Chignecto Isthmus), naming the western and northern portions New Brunswick after the German duchy of Brunswick- Lunenburg.  Of course, today New Brunswick is one of ten provinces that constitute Canada.  Happy birthday, New Brunswick. 

Why do I mention this rather obscure fact?  Because it is part of Canadian history.  And because I want to talk about Canadian history as it relates to American history and what might have been.

By the middle of the Eighteenth Century, France and Great Britain were competing colonial powers in North America.  The French colony of New France was concentrated along the St. Lawrence River Valley, with the thirteen British colonies to the south, mostly hugging the coastline of the Atlantic Ocean.  In the interior, the French and British colonies were rubbing up against each other and disputes over territorial boundaries erupted.  The French built Fort Duquesne near present-day Pittsburgh in the disputed Ohio Valley region.  The British Colony of Virginia claimed the area as well. 

From 1754 to 1763, as a result of the many competing claims over land, Great Britain and France fought a war Americans call the French and Indian War (referring to the enemies the British fought during the war).  Canadians call it the Seven Years’s War.  As a result of the British victory in the war, it acquired the territory of New France or Quebec and its roughly 75,000 French-speaking citizens.

Over the next ten years, a movement developed amongst some of the British citizens in their original thirteen colonies which eventually led, after several years of armed conflict, to their full independence.  This was ratified when the Treaty of Paris was signed between the thirteen newly independent states and Great Britain in 1783.

In 1774, 1775, and 1776, the First and Second Continental Congress (gatherings in Philadelphia of representatives of the thirteen original British colonies) sent letters to the inhabitants of what became the province of Quebec in Canada.  Since these inhabitants had no representative system at that time, the First and Second Continental Congress had no other way of communicating with them.  The purpose of the letters was to try to draw the French-speaking population into the cause of North American independence from Great Britain.  Sadly, no one from Quebec came to Philadelphia to participate in either Congress.  It would have been the fourteenth colony.    

However, two regiments of Canadian soldiers did join the American cause.  Unfortunately, their numbers were not as large as was hoped for by the letter senders.  On the other hand, the rich landowners and the Catholic clergy in Quebec rallied around the British governor.  They did not trust their southern neighbors.    

In 1775, American General Philip Schuyler led a military expedition up Lake Champlain to assault the cities of Montreal and Quebec.  On November 13, 1775, the Americans, after a successful campaign by General Richard Montgomery, began an occupation of Montreal after the British garrison withdrew.  On December 31, 1775, the American forces, this time led by Montgomery and General Benedict Arnold, attempted to capture the City of Quebec as well, but were soundly defeated.  The American military maintained a seige of the city until the following March. 

Meanwhile back in Montreal, American General David Wooster proved to be a harsh and oppressive administrator.  Thus, the hoped for support of the inhabitants of Montreal was slipping away.  To try and save the situation, Benjamin Franklin (a man in favor of independence and whose face is today on the $100 bill) was sent to Montreal to win local favor.  Franklin was accompanied by a Jesuit priest whom he hoped would have some influence with the Catholic population of the city.  However, nothing worked.  After an occupation which lasted 188 days, the Americans withdrew and the British regained control of Montreal.  (There was another failed American attempt to capture Canada during the War of 1812.)  The fourteenth colony was not to be.  What a pity! 

The American War of Independence created not one, but two countries, the USA and Canada.  Unfortunately, the American failure to lure those from the former French colony to their side in that war gave the British a foothold to maintain a presence in North America until 1867 when Canada became an independent sovereign nation.  After the British acceptance of the American independence in 1783, many of the colonial loyalists, a number of runaway slaves, and some of the Hessian soldiers hired by the British to fight those in rebellion emigrated to Canada to continue living under British rule. 

Since July 4, 1776, there has been an artificial line that separates the people of Canada and the people of the United States.  During those ninety-one years (1776-1867), the British were able to keep the two peoples, who had more in common than differences, separate without the necessity of an occupying army.  One major way they accomplished it was by spreading anti-American propaganda amongst the Canadians, who came to see themselves as different from the Americans.  And what is a Canadian?  Well, at least he is not an American.  Or at least he is not an American citizen.      

However, what if things had been different and the Canadians had joined the American revolution?  Let’s also assume that their elected representatives had ratified the Constitution and what is today Canada had become part of the United States of America.  How would the area north of the Rio Grande be different?

The estimated population of the USA (2014) is about 319 million people.  The addition of Canada would increase that population by another 35 million, or by 11%.  The size of the USA is 2,959,000 square miles.  The addition of Canada would increase that size by another 3,800,000 square miles, or by 128%.  In other words, the size of the USA would more than  double.

With the addition of Canada, the USA would add a tremendous amount of natural resources.  Estimates are that Canada’s oil sands would make it the second largest petroleum reserve in the world.  A combined USA-Canadian oil sands production would make it energy self-sufficient by 2035.  According to Diane Francis, the Canadian-American journalist, entrepreneur, and professor, Canada “is the world’s third largest producer of aluminum, ranks fifth in diamonds and second in uranium, is in the top five in molybdenum, nickel and salt, and in the top ten in gold and copper.  This is despite the fact that most of Canada has never been explored or visited by humans.”

Also according to Francis in her book, Merger of the Century, Why Canada and America Should Become One Country, “The United States is the only nation with the capital, scientific prowess and motivation to fully develop (and defend) Canada and its wilderness in a sustainable and responsible way.  And Canada’s resourses and Arctic region, the world’s future Panama and Suez Canals, would bestow upon the United States unbelievable opportunities.”  Can the course of history be corrected in the Twenty-first Century to create one giant combined superpower?  I’m all for it.  What about you?       

Sunday, August 9, 2015

Chef


I have always enjoyed cooking.  I remember my first experience, standing by myself in the kitchen of our home on West Seneca Street.  I was eleven or twelve years-old and my mother had given me permission to cook my favorite dessert, chocolate pudding, all by myself.  I read the directions on the My-T-Fine package: “Stir mix into two cups of milk in mĂ©dium sausepan. Bring to full boil on mĂ©dium heat, stirring constantly.  Serve warm or chilled.”  I preferred chilled.  Making the pudding took only about fifteen minutes.  It was a lot of fun to do and then I could enjoy the resulting dessert a few hours later, all by myself.

After my initial success, my mother gave me another cooking assignment.  We basically ate the same meal every night, what my father liked best.  It was beef, very well done, boiled potatoes, and a lettuce and tomato salad (dressing was a combination of ketchup and mayonaisse).  My job was to boil the potatoes.  First, I peeled them.  Then I cut the potatoes into quarters and put them in a pot of water.  I also added, as part of my mother’s recipe, a small piece of an onion.  Then I would boil the water until the potatoes were soft.  These experiences with the pudding and the potatoes added to my sense of self-esteem.

Unfortunately, my father was utterly helpless in the kitchen.  He could do nothing.  On the rare occasions when my mother was not around to prepare his meals, he had two options.  His favored one was to go to a restaurant.  When he didn’t want to do this, he asked me to make him an omelette.  My recipe was to crack two eggs and put them in a bowl.  Add a little milk and stir.  Then fry until firm enough for his tastes to eat.  Nothing to it.

When I had my own children later in life, I often had to cook for them.  I loved making pancakes for breakfast (using real maple syrup in the batter).  It took me a while to learn how to do it well, but now nobody makes better pancakes than I do.  Of course, spaghetti and meat balls or meat sauce is easy to do.  I got a great recipe from my sister-in-law, Noreen (see March 8th post), for fried chicken cutlets.  One of my favorite side dishes is rice, the way it’s cooked in the United States.  Rice led to a disaster one day in August of 2001.  But that is a story for another day.

I like to make an eggplant dish.  I cut the eggplant into small cube-shaped pieces and place them in a bowl.  Then I add a variety of seasonings such as olive oil, salt, pepper, garlic salt, orĂ©gano, and basil.  Finally, I top it off with a generous portion of tomato sauce.  Stir and cook in the oven for about forty minutes.  Yummy and healthy.

My favorite recipe is meatloaf.  Typically, one uses ground beef when making meatloaf.  However, I found an idea on the Internet which calls for combining various types of ground meat, to create new flavors.  I have used, besides ground beef, ground turkey, ground chicken, ground pork, and ground bison in various combinations.  How about ground lamb?  I use about two and a half pounds of meat, then add one cup of bread crumbs, one egg, two teaspoons of salt, one-half teaspoon of pepper, some orĂ©gano and basil to taste, some chopped onions, some chopped garlic, three tablespoons of butter, a half cup of hot water, and tomato sauce (or a can of tomato soup).

First, you melt the butter in the hot water.  Then you add all of the above ingredients, save the tomato sauce, and mix.  Then, shape the mixture into a meatloaf.  Place it on a heating pan and cook it in the oven at three hundred fifty degrees for approximately forty minutes (until completely cooked inside).  At the thirty-five minute mark, pour the tomato sauce on top of the meatloaf.  I am confident you will be very happy with the result.

When I was living in Chapel Hill, I cooked breakfast everyday (oatmeal plus blueberries and maple syrup).  I also cooked dinner everyday as well.  Besides the above recipes, I enjoyed grilling chicken thighs and salmon along with a salad using many different components.

For my recent birthday, I made fudge, not known in Brazil, for dessert.  Using an Internet recipe, I mixed 50 grams of unsalted butter with a can of sweetened condensed milk and put it in the microwave for two minutes.  Then I stirred in about four hundred grams of chunks of chocolate, half milk and half dark.  I placed the mixture on a baking pan and put it in the refrigerator of two hours.  Then it was ready to be cut into pieces and enjoyed.    

I don’t get to cook much here in Brazil as our maid prepares our main meal six days a week.  Sometimes I ponder, if I knew then what I know now, what would I do differently if I were twenty years-old.  As I really enjoy cooking, I believe I would go to culinary school and become a chef.  Maybe I’ll go to culinary school anyway to learn how to cook better.