3 March

Sunday Meditation: How Do I Define Hell? Trump’s Golden Sneakers Or The Loss Of Compassion? Maybe Both

by Jon Katz

I defined Hell this morning in two ways when meditating in the living room with Zinnia. One was an image of Donald Trump showing off his new and shockingly ugly $400 golden sneakers. Perhaps he will wear them to the golf course.

He is no Michael Jordan to me, but he sold 1,000 immediately. The economy may be better than we thought.

Last week, I thought Hell might be two cranky and confused older men as the only two presidential choices we have been given. Hell is just around the corner, if not already here. I’m starting to miss Richard Nixon.

I can’t get those ugly sneakers out of my head.

Towards the end of my meditation, I had another more serious and thoughtful idea. Hell is the absence of love and compassion Hell is Congress.

I needed more thought than that. I came up with a straightforward definition of hell. A place where there is no understanding, empathy, or compassion.

That defines a good many congressmen and women these days; we are all, written on religious pundit, acquainted with Hell’s head. Hell is Gaza to me.

The world’s strong men and women share one thing: they are bereft of compassion. Populism was once about helping poor people.

In our time, it’s about protecting white men and wealthy people from law, taxes, and regulation.

If there is compassion, wrote one theologian I like to read, then hell ceases to be something else. We go after it in small ways, one at a time.

The famed Buddhist Monk Thich Nhat Hanh wrote that we can generate this compassion ourselves. We don’t need political parties or funding from billionaires.
If you can bring a little compassion to the world,” Hanh writes, “a little bit of understanding, it ceases to be Hell.”  That’s how our Army Of Good started. It works.

My theory is much like Hanh’s. If we can all find ways to be generous, civil, and compassionate, then Hell will weaken and wobble. A growing spiritual practice – the start of our year of spirituality – consists of generating compassion, understanding, and goodness and bringing them to the gates of Hell.

The prophets all said that Hell is here, everywhere, all around us. “Hell is in us like a seed,” writes Hanh.

I understand this idea because I need to cultivate the positive within me so others and I will grow the energy of understanding and compassion.

Like fate and greed, we can chip away at the hatred and cynicism that might transform Hell, one step at a time. We don’t need armies or lawyers or billions of dollars.

I’m not sure what God is or if there is a Hell. When I look at the news, I see a Hell, and we are already in it. Time to get to work. More love.

More compassion. More forgiveness, more and more empathy. We can even persuade TikTok to get the idea.

 

 

 

 

28 February

Portrait/Still Life Gate Battle Rages On! I’ve Upset The Amherst Art History Department. They Blame Me For Trumpism And Climate Denial

by Jon Katz

I found the key to happiness. Surround yourself with animals and stay away from idiots..” — unknown.

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“Great art makes us stand back and admire…The art of a Vermeer or a Braque seeks not to amaze and appall but to invite the observer to come closer, to close with the painting, peer into it, and become intimate with it. Such art reinforces Human dignity” – Germaine Greer, The Obstacle Race (1979), P. 105.

Germaine Greer is an Australian writer, feminist, and intellectual. She spoke my mind above.

I pissed off a whole bunch of holier-than-though academics yesterday, so here’s my chance to do it again. A friend tells annoying people on her blog to “blow it out of their ass,” at first, it sounded rude to me, but it makes more sense every day.

Greer said it better than I did, but it’s precisely what I had in mind when I wrote that I was curious if my portrait of Maria the other day (below) was a portrait or part of still life. Could anyone clarify this for me? I wondered. I found a dozen different definitions online, almost all different.

Greer spoke my mind. I hoped to peer into the picture, become intimate with it,  and close with the picture in the way one might with a painting.

I seem to have a genius for annoying, stuffy, and rude pedantic people; I get along with almost everyone else. I might be too dumb; I’m not the one to say.

On the one hand, that’s a noble thing to keep in mind; on the other, it tells me a great deal about why so many young and rural people hate prestigious schools and the elites they seem to attract. I’ve never enjoyed being called stupid or ignorant, but I’m older and wiser now and can usually laugh it off.

I’m not sure I ever posted anything as personal or nonoffensive as my rumination about Maria and my art, particularly the things that connect still life with portraiture. It is only apparent to me if there are a few others. My photo was about love and creativity, not labels and official words. But this is America in 2024. Everything is a debate.

Of course, a still life’s literal and official definition is indeed a flower, vase, or inanimate object – duh. Do I care? Not really. No truth is absolute.

I was thinking about – and said pretty directly – that the portrait of Maria felt like a still life to me, and since so many people wrote to agree, I started considering the idea.  My ego danced.

This was a very personal, even intimate, observation about my feelings and love for Maria and the emotion of the photograph. I don’t have a PhD in art history or any history. That’s why I have to figure it out myself and should.

Aren’t teachers supposed to applaud that rather than call me names? I love learning about art and thinking about it.

The Maria picture is an emotional photograph to me, and I enjoyed thinking about it and reading about Johannes Vermeer since several people said the photo reminded them of him. I consider it one of my best pictures. I’ve never considered myself an artist, and it’s jarring sometimes.

This being social media, all kinds of strangers assumed this was their business, and I was surprised to learn I had caused a near meltdown at the Amherst, Mass, College Art History Department.

Jennifer Herdt, a Ph.D. professor, was the first to write to say I was wrong, and it was ignorant of me to suggest that a portrait could be anything but a portrait and a still life anything but a still life. Her message was presumptuous, unasked for, and annoying but almost civil and thoughtful. I disagreed with every word of it. It was dangerously wrong, it was said,  for me to try to define things that might conflict with the canon that the professor teaches. Nuts to that.

A high-ranked academic school as famed as Amherst (I spoke there on a book tour) might be expected to understand that I’m just doing my job as a writer when I raise questions and explore conventional wisdom. That’s what I do.

I wrote back to Dr. Peldt., which sparked another, nastier message from Ellen Waverly, who was shocked that I could question a Ph.D. professor’s opinions. I told her that Maria has a master’s degree in art, and she liked what I wrote, but I was told that she could not possibly carry the weight and wisdom of a Ph.D. professor. This is a master class in elitism.

This is another lesson in why so many rural people hate elite schools. They really do think we are all stupid. I had an awful thought – could Ron DeSantis have a point about colleges?- but I quickly recovered. No, he doesn’t.

(Portrait of Maria.)

But a lot of his followers think so. It wasn’t debatable, she said; a still life is a still life, and a portrait was a portrait. I was showing my ignorance and encouraging it in others.

But the squawk was getting underway. And I must be honest: I love trying to take the air out of windbags.

Ellen Waverly, a student or friend of Herts, jumped in and decided to stop pretending and be openly offensive, with no subtlety:

Jon, your attitude is part of our political mess now. You, like anti-vax folk and COVID deniers, are pleased to ignore experts in a field and make up your own “facts.” Suddenly Maria, who doesn’t have a PhD., is as much of an authority as an Amherst professor? You think it’s a sign of free thinking to challenge authority. I have news for you—so do Trump’s most fervent supporters. Don’t like the implications of climate change? No problem! Just make up your data because that’s what all the smart kids are doing. Your photo is not a still life. Vermeer never painted a still life. Why not take the note from an actual authority and move on instead of insulting her and looking like an ass.”

I’m sorry we can’t agree, Ellen; it is most certainly a sign of free thinking to challenge authority.  It is a sign of fascism to prohibit any challenge to authority.

Call me a happy ass.

That’s how the country was formed. I’m afraid I’m not responsible for the Trump nightmare or climate change; it’s a little more complex than that,  and I never said or suggested that Vermeer painted a still life, although he has inspired mine in a couple of different ways. Being extreme is not a way to fight extremism; I found your message way over the top. I respect experts in any field – I am grateful for every vaccine and boost for COVID-19 and have gotten all of them. Trump is a living nightmare, and your cheap link is…well, cheap.

I have news for you, Ellen. Prestige colleges are in trouble, not just from political extremists. You all need to be more in touch with the modern world and younger people’s real lives and needs. This is not one of the seminal issues of modern times, and no, I will never bow to people who tell me they have all of the answers. Nobody does.

This is the challenge of open thought on the Internet: it’s still free, but you may have to fight for the freedom to write what you want. I’m happy to take up that challenge. I am grateful to be freeer to examine my art and life than an Amherst art student.

 

(I’ll dare to repeat it. This photo, one of my best, evokes the feeling of Vermeer and still life painting for me. I don’t care what the professors think.)

So, what do I take from all this? Engaging in name-calling with rude, knee-jerk, or pompous people is pointless.  But sometimes it’s important. I was a college professor at NYU for five years, and if I had ever told my students that what I said was not debatable, I would have run out of the building.

I am almost embarrassed to write about this; it seems ridiculous (does no one have better things to fight about?); it brings back my dread memories of faculty meetings where grown women and I fight endlessly about nothing. They drove me out of teaching.

What are we arguing about, and why is it necessary to call me all of these Middle School names? I would hope for better at a college like Amherst.

I always wanted my daughter to consider going there, but she chose Yale. I doubt a single professor there would argue that their statements were not even debatable.  I don’t wish to live in Putin’s nation or take art classes at Amherst.

25 January

Pssst. Trump’s Vengeance Campaign Is In Big Trouble. When Liars And Cowards Stumble.

by Jon Katz

Supposing you follow the mainstream media, the far-right media, or the progressive media, here is some perspective for you: You might have missed something important in the wake of the primary election hysteria. The two primaries, especially the New Hampshire Primary, reveal Trump’s weaknesses as a national candidate for anything. except ruling his dysfunctional party.

He’s already lost a national election, lied about it,  and helped blow his party’s control of Congress. The problem with the media hysteria about Trump right now – they are addicted to him and the money he makes for them – is that the structure and reality of the campaign are almost precisely the same as they were four years ago.

There is no rational path to victory. Politicians know it; pundits don’t. They aren’t permitted to say aloud what they think in private.

Of course, Trump is going to win the Republican Nomination. Apart from the so-called pundits, almost everyone seems to know that, even many of his rabid and brainwashed followers. It is not a shock, nor is it a wondrous triumph.

As Mr. Trump marches steadily toward his party’s nomination,” reported an analyst for the New York Times this week, “a harsher reality awaits him. Outside the soft bubble of Republican primaries, Mr. Trump’s campaign is confronting enduring vulnerabilities that make his nomination a considerable risk for his party. Those weaknesses were laid bare in New Hampshire on Tuesday, where independents, college-educated voters, and Republicans unwilling to dismiss his legal jeopardy voted in large numbers for his rival, Nikki Haley.”

I like to pour through the polling results after elections; they always reveal more than I learned from the news.

This year is no different. Here are some stats you may now know:

In New Hamshire, 44 percent of Republican primary voters were independents: Ms Haley won most. Four in 10 voters who backed Haley said their dislike of Donald Trump was a more critical factor in their vote than their disapproval of Haley, according to the exit polls.

More than 90 percent said they would be unhappy if Trump won the nomination for a third time. Even in Iowa, exit polls show that 55 percent of people who identified as independents backed one of Trump’s opponents.

Those are not juggernaut triumphs by any description, and Trump is already claiming the primary voters are the strongest in history for any candidate.

In Iowa, about 2 percent of eligible voters vote in the caucuses. Outraged that Haley would continue her campaign, Trump showed his class again. He threw another tantrum and said anyone who contributed to her campaign would be forever banned from “Maga World.” I’m sending my donation to her this morning via priority mail. In another world, Trump was a foot-stomping bully in an out-of-control middle school recess.

In my school, they would have beaten the crap out of him. In MAGA land, they pay candidates to lie. There is no shame, no disgrace.

Supposing Joe Biden is a weak candidate due to his age, foggy presence, and the relentless hammering of his opponents. In that case, Trump is a disaster due to his increasingly apparent mental illness and increased memory problems. And who is  Hunter Biden anyway? If you care, light a candle and put it in the window.

Trump is not a healthy or uplifting candidate, and he remains intensely disliked by most people in the country, especially those mentioned in the article above. They are the people who break the log jam and decide elections in polarized America these days. All have one thing in common: they hate the idea of Trump and his chaos tearing apart the country again. His cruelty and dishonesty increasingly bother real conservatives, who tend to dislike the government but support democracy.

In November, the cowardice and shame of Trump and his followers will cost them another election and probably also keep them from control either of the House or the Senate, let alone the presidency. Since his followers adore him to the exclusion of everyone else, MAGA will stumble on when he fails,  an idea but degenerate as a movement. It is about nothing but hate, vengeance, and grievance. I doubt that is a winning platform for most of the country. It is a pandemic waiting to burn itself out.

Trump is the controlling presence in his party but far from that in the nation. Governor Ron DeSantis is the candidate true conservatives like, yet not the groupies voting in the primaries voted for him. By rights, he should have won. Like him or not, he is sane and efficient. Losing to Donald Trump is about the most humiliating thing I can recall in all of politics.

Whatever drives Trump’s campaign, it isn’t his policies or proposals for helping the country. It feels like an ego trip for the embattled and insecure, primarily angry white men and women who women scare. They can have him. There are no limits on the supporters he betrays.

The dynamic for this election is almost precisely the same as the dynamic for the last one. There aren’t enough people in America to elect Donald Trump for another four years of chaos, bullying, and revenge. Trump is one of the crudest, most disturbed, and self-destructive public figures in American history. Biden will lose some supporters and gain more when the idea of a new President, Trump, sinks in.

Like DeSantis, Trump believes he can save his ass and punish his enemies with money. The DeSantis campaign, which started with nearly 300 million dollars, reminded us that money alone can’t do it or even come close. Now, Trump has to persuade people who haven’t ever voted for him and don’t like him to vote for him.

This is in a year when he faces lawsuits, indictments, an awful governance record, and his own political ignorance and incompetence.

Trump is one of the most destructive figures in the history of American politics, and he is going to lose again if he doesn’t manage to blow himself up once more way ahead of the election. Schoolyard and middle school insults do not make a viable Presidential candidate. Joe Biden is not the alternative many people want, including me, but I’ll be happy to vote for him if Donald Trump is the alternative.

And I won’t pin a label on myself.

Trump doesn’t gain support; he only knows how to rage and offend. He is a genius at getting money from people and sending the media into a frenzy. The only other thing he does well is being cruel to and eviscerating people who oppose him. It wasn’t enough before, and it’s not enough now. Donald Trump leaves a bad taste in almost everyone’s mouth, even those who claim to love him.

Joe Biden won the New Hampshire Primary and wasn’t even on the ballot. Fortunately for him, his opponent is deeply offensive to the people he most needs to win. This is a struggle between two of America’s least popular public figures. Or, to put it another way, the winner will be the least offensive, giving Biden the edge he needs.

The general election starts now,” said one respected Republican pollster, “and you’ve got the two most unpopular political leaders going who will be facing off against each other. It’s the lesser-of-two-evils election.

Well said, I think, and if there is one national contest Donald Trump is sure to win every time, it is how to be the greatest evil of evils. His brain-fogged followers want that from him, and he loves to oblige. It makes him feel like a real man.

And now, he can’t handle a real woman who fails to bow to him. Trump has repeatedly proven himself a liar; now is his chance to show us that he is a coward as well, one who can’t bear to be challenged by a woman without falling to pieces. It seems to be one of his greatest fears.

Trump will walk away from it. It’s the one thing he always wins, except the sore and offensive loser the tle. He will win that every time, and since he loses much more than he wins, look out for it.

25 September

Trumpism And Joy: The Politics Of Disappointment And Grievance. Why Joy Prevails And Hate Fails.

by Jon Katz

I have no interest in joining the angry brawl that our politics have become.

I’m not looking to debate Donald Trump’s and his movement’s values. I’ve chosen to stay out of that fray. But I’m not eager to stick my head in the sand and hide from the world around me.

Like so many others, I am eager to understand why Donald Trump and his politics of cruelty and grievance are still so popular when it is crystal clear what he is really like and the awful and divisive struggles raging inside and around him. In many ways, Trump is the most significant thing to happen to American politics in generations.

He is a genius at staying alive and in the news but a dismal failure at winning. His big problem and fatal flaw: a joyless life of disappointment and a passion for bumbling.

But Joy is what this is ultimately about, not power.

What does a joyless movement do for people? Why would anyone new come to it? What does it offer the young?

How long can joyless people live joyless lives? History suggests that these movements can’t last long; they are not what people really want. Trumpism is the most joyless mass movement in America. The little Trumps seeking to overturn him are as weak as he is. They could have been a satisfying movement offering joy.

Instead, they simply offer more misery and anger and pretend to be different. Why would people flock to that?

Reading some of my spiritual and inspirational books, I came across what seems to me to be a possible explanation for Trumpism and why it hangs on beyond reason. He is in love with his flaws.

He sees them in everyone he knows and everyone he hates; they are in his mirrors.

Even his most faithful followers seem to know and accept Trump’s love of himself.

To me, narcissism, perpetual grievance, and victimization are the dark sides of a human personality.

My life is about me alone” is the battle cry of Trumpism. Everyone there is wallowing in complaint, paranoid, and selfish.

The true narcissist waits for everyone else to come and fill their needs and blames almost everyone else for their troubles and failures. Trump’s primary desire is adoration, neglect, and inability to accept loss or defeat.

There are many disappointed people in America, but there are just not enough for them to prevail. Politics aside, most people don’t want anything to do with them.

For all his success and popularity, Donald Trump seems angry and miserable, stuck between outrage and complaint.

Everyone who disagrees with or challenges him is demented, is a loser, a liar,  or is corrupt. He sees a reflection of himself in the backwash of public life and ambition. He doesn’t seem happy even on the golf course, his sole remaining safe place, even when he cheats to win.

His wife no longer wants to live or be seen with him. His youngest son is said to be a stranger. The joylessness of his life keeps coming back to me. I can’t help but feel sorry for him and for the people worshipping him; he will betray them again and again.

They’ve been banged around enough.

His followers, devoted as ever, seem to me to tend towards a fatal flaw in the movement: they are always disappointed. No outcome short of submission and victory is acceptable. No win or success is enough. All the world is their enemy. All of the “woke” are targets.

No lie is too big, no cruelty too small.

We are all human, red or blue; when we forget that, the joy in life drains right out of us, and there is little left but disappointment and resentment.

The Little Trump wannabe DeSantis shows us that Trumpism without charisma is a blank check, a hole in the ground, an empty vessel. Too deep to die, too shallow and empty to win.

DeSantis will never get a TV show that millions will want to watch.  Trump was always a better showman than a politician. His heart isn’t in governing. His promises to drive “woke people”  “woke” people off the earth don’t matter. There is no joy in him or the people who give him all that money.

I have seen things differently in my life than the Trumpists, who hate democracy and its traditions and conventions.

Nor can they accept defeat or criticism as the linchpin of a Democratic culture. Perhaps democracy is wrong for America now; I can’t get there personally. I know what it has done for me and my family and countless millions of others.

But that’s for the people to decide, not me.

I believe that the people or politicians who seek to ease the discomfort of the needy and give gifts to others as they go through life are rewarded by the joy of doing something that makes someone else’s life brighter, more loving, safer, or more comfortable. The Catholic activist Dorothy Day once wrote, “You will know your vocation by the joy it brings you.

I have found my vocation, and it brings me joy.

I take pictures of flowers to brighten the day for others and myself. It gives me joy.

I help refugee children eat well, have the tools they need in school, and get to go to college because it brings me joy. I teach meditation and buy clothes, dolls, and shampoo because it eases their lives and brings me joy.

People who seek this joy find me, and I find them. We have much pleasure together.

The path I love best is the one I was meant to build and cultivate for the sake of the rest of my world.

I have followed the life of Donald  Trump and Trumpism along with most Americans, and I can’t find joy anywhere. When I think about it, I realize how big a deal that is. Sooner or later, it takes down one dictator after another. People want joy in their lives. They need it.

There is always anger, complaining, suspicion, and grievance in Donald Trump’s world. There is always disappointment.

Trump may be a better president than I thought, but he seems unable to be happy unless someone else is being hurt or treated with cruelty and insult. He does not seem to find joy in the crowds of people who flock to see and praise him. I can’t see happiness in the angry faces that call his name.

To find my vocation in life, I had to understand what I most enjoy doing – working alone or working with others to make the world gentler and more loving. The clue for me when it came to choosing my path to my vocation is to recognize what I do best – writing, empathizing, and drawing the attention of good people who share my ambitions and values. I found them, and they found me; that’s how I know I am doing the right thing.

Spiritual writer Parker Palmer wrote this about the things that can help us navigate our lives for the good of others. Isn’t this what Jesus Christ taught?

“Our deepest calling,” Palmer wrote, “is to grow into our authentic self-hood, whether or not it conforms to some image of who we ought to be.”

That’s where I’m heading; that’s where I’m landing. There is no place on my path or vocation for disappointment, anger, grievance, or cruelty. I cannot find joy in the wounds and suffering of other people, no matter what I think they have done to me.

People ask me why I am confident that Donald Trump and Trumpism will not prevail in our country. It’s simple for me. Trumpism is like an old abandoned beach pier with a rotting foundation. It has to fall because nothing of value, meaning, or goodness is left to keep it standing. There is no joy.

Disappointment is not a vocation; it’s a weak and foundering illness that cannot stand.

 

19 December

Notes From A Proud Old “Woke” Man. The Next Trump, The New Struggle Between Mindfullness And The Dark Ages

by Jon Katz

Dear Governor DeSantis. I’ve finally figured out what it means to be “woke,” I can only hope, sir, you don’t read my blog (which I very much doubt you do. You’re not in Harvard anymore or Yale. You’re setting the stage for the next big cultural conflict, coming to us over the next two years.

What you’ve learned is to reinvent yourself; you’re quite good at it.

This seems to be a struggle the country needs to have and wants to have. You seem to be leading the charge.

I see that “woke” means many people like me and others reading this.

But still, “nuts” to you. You are also doomed to lose. I am honored to be a “woke” person. The opposite is hiding and being aside from the moral issues of our time. There is no meaning in that for me. I stand with the people who learned things at Yale and Harvard – the teachers, scientists, academics, writers, and creatives who wish to do some good in the world.

I can’t find the shame in that.

This battle has been raging for centuries, and the “woke” have never been defeated and cannot be. Sooner or later, the lords and masters come after them. I am happy to be “woke,” it took me long enough, and I’m very grateful for it. It makes me a better man; you will never drive it out of me, I don’t care how many laws you and your legislature pass.

For all the hoopla around you, you are just setting yourself up to be the next Big Loser in American politics; you and Mr. Trump can fund a new museum in Washington, The Museum Of WhiningLosers. (“Woke people tend to love museums. They should be persecuted for that also.)

You are on the very wrong side of history.

They didn’t teach you much about democracy at Harvard or Yale, but they obviously taught you about the Dark Ages; they seem to me to be the model for your presidential campaign and governing plan. Your ideas are much closer to Benito Mussolini than to Thomas Jefferson or John Adams.

For those of you who love history books – I do – the Dark Ages have tremendous relevance to the times you’re governing down there in Florida. America’s deep cultural struggles are one of the oldest stories in the world.

. It seems that men will do almost anything to hang on to power.

Scholars named the time the “Dark Ages” after the Roman Empire collapsed and lost its influence around 500 A.D. The Middle ages are said by historians to be dark because of a documented lack of scientific and cultural advancement. During this time, feudalism was the dominant political system, just like Governor DeSantis is now in Florida.

As a former political writer, I feel called to name this conflict – Mr. DeSantis is now a very popular leader – Neanderthal Politics.

It a time for going back, turning back the clock, jailing scientists (or trying to help) or burning them and outspoken women at stake for advocating vaccine shots (which have saved a few billion human lives since polio and smallpox shots became available) and for persecuting people with different beliefs than you have – like believing in climate change or supporting human rights.

For a while, this idea was out of vogue in our fledgling democracy. In fact, our country was created in part not to be the first country on earth to protect the rights of people who disagree with us.

The governor ought to go and read some Greek Tragedy. You haven’t got a chance against the armies of the “woke.” Disney might curl up and hide, but you seem to have no idea what you are up against. Someone said you have all the charisma of a roadblock.

I have to agree with that.

Feudalism –  Trump, Marjorie Taylor Greene – is the opposite of democracy, which at least claims to care about the poor and needy. Those sappy, squishy “woke” they just never quit. Do you really think you’ve run them out of Florida? Historically, they are like ants – impossible to kill, stubbornly empathetic to the end.

American influence in the world and cultural achievement is measured in how many “woke” people and businesses can be silenced, threatened, sued, shamed, or driven out of schools, libraries, and the commercial world. Culture is a political war tool now, not an appreciation and support of the arts.

The woke are the new Jews, the new African Americans, the new Chinese, and the new Irish. In our country, there is always something new to hate, and some soulless and ambitious politicians eager advantage of that.

It’s the eggheads and goo-goos turn now to take the heat. Governor DeSantis seems to be smarter than Trump, yet eerily like him. Some politicians never run out of people to hate, and he s probably faking it all as well. It’s hard for me to believe he chose Harvard and Yale to war against the “woke.”

He also has the stink of the hypocrite all over him. He just doesn’t ring true.

Governor DeSantis has already pointed out that there is no climate change, and doctors can no longer decide to save a woman’s life at birth; he knows more than the most edited and respected scientific researchers worldwide – many from Harvard and Yale.

He claims they are criminals and should all be in jail for trying to save people’s lives.

In May of 2021, Governor DeSantis told a news conference, “The vaccines protect you. Get vaccinated and then live your life.” A sanity attack, soon corrected. Now he wants the people who created them to do jail time.

No wonder he hates the “woke.” They know how to Google him.

Both political – red and blue – are busy perfecting the new political art of demonizing opponents and anyone who disagrees with or thinks differently than they do.

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DeSantis is now a prime presidential contender because he is learning to demonize people he disagrees with; suing them, firing them, threatening them.

Mickey Mouse no longer dares to support trans and gay people, retirement funds and private businesses in Florida won’t dare to support climate change initiatives, teachers no longer dare to mention sex or homosexuality, and prosecutors no longer dare to avoid prosecuting the parents of transgender people and abortion for women of all ages is being severely restricted.

It sounds Orwellian to me, the nation of fear.

The term “woke” or WOHK was derived from African-American culture. It means “alert to racial prejudice and discrimination.”

The riots and response to the murder of George Floyd by Minneapolis Police broadened the usage of the term among white people who were shocked by the number of African-American men who police officers – black and white –  were killing in different parts of the country.

The use of the term has evolved and increasingly refers to being aware or better and well informed in a political or cultural sense, especially surrounding issues by marginalized, persecuted, or impoverished people.

I was a police reporter for some years, and I do not believe most police officers get up in the morning looking to kill black people or anyone.  They are often a scapegoat for a society that can’t or won’t figure out how to help people, thrown into a chaotic morass of deprivation and illness.

But the system isn’t working, and too many unarmed black people were dying at the hands of police officers unable or improperly equipped to deal with them.

The George Floyd killing and the explosive response “woke” me and Maria to the awful legacy of racism in our country and the still powerful and unresolved role race and the ghost of slavery have in American life, politics, and policing.

All you needed to do was to watch the videos.

I am a lifelong creature of the center, along with many Americans,  and proud to be “woke.”

Governor DeSantis is a savvier version of Donald Trump, but in my view, just as unelectable as a President.  No one can confuse him with something different or new, or good for our democracy.

Like Trump, he has a deaf ear turned away from most of the country and talks only to his base. That is not a leader; it is a follower.

He offers absolutely nothing to the people who will start paying attention to him, and more and more, they are paying attention.  He is as charismatic as a tree stump; these are two fatal flaws.

The extremists on both sides simply can’t accept that there are not enough of them to take over our very diverse and complex country. They are stuck in delusion and conspiracy; they can’t seem to crawl out of it.

It should be clear enough by now that people who infuriate millions of women, take their rights away, and push us to return to the dark ages are not good at attracting new followers. Neither are the people who are again spending trillions of dollars without knowing where it goes.

Real politics is about just the opposite. The Democrats survived the mid-term by drawing new voters. That’s how Biden won. Trump hasn’t learned that yet; that is why he is a loser many times over. When he looks in the civic mirror, he only sees himself.

The problem with DeSantis is that being “woke” is not just a knee-jerk political position to invent and exploit but so much more.

It’s about science, culture, education, diversity, people of color, people who disagree with him, gay and trans people, and people who believe in love, compassion, mercy, and empathy. It’s about freedom, creativity, and the right to better your life. It’s about self and equality.

We need science more than ever, not a return to the anti-intellectual fervor of the Dark Ages.

I’ve voted for many Republicans in my life and considered myself a conservative in many ways until Donald Trump decided people like me were enemies of the people because we couldn’t kiss that ring.

It took a good while for most Americans to grasp that he was, in fact, the enemy of the people.  Millions don’t accept that; that’s their problem.

I have nothing against the people. I wish them well.

Democracy lives, and so do the “woke.”

It’s a club I am happy to join.

 

Bedlam Farm