19 August

One Man’s Truth: The Good Man Meets The Rising Women

by Jon Katz

A Note: Last night, I watched Barack Obama and Kamala Harris give two of the most meaningful speeches I’ve ever seen. 

Obama declared a national emergency over our endangered democracy that was stunning for its authority and dignity. I am not a black woman, but I could almost feel and touch the joy and energy surging through all women, white, black, or brown over Harris being on a presidential ticket.

I loved the genuine joy in Kamala Harris’s speech, it was full of hope and emotion.

Joe Biden can’t match either of those speeches for energy or power, but if he manages to show a big heart and decency, the convention will be a major triumph for the Democrats. I sure wouldn’t want to follow those two.

I’m sure I’ll write more about it tonight, I just wanted to get these immediate thoughts down. These two speeches were a great big deal, Donald Trump proved once more – with a stream of angry tweets in caps –  that he is incapable of coherently rising to any occasion, he can only fall. He is just too small for the job.

The original piece:

I love writing this piece. The election isn’t about left and right or Republican vs. Democrats or blue and red. It’s rising above that. It’s about what happens when a decent man meets an Army of ascending women.

It’s about the battle for a compassionate and empathetic nation, not just a rich and powerful one. You can take your soaring stock market and put it right where the sun don’t shine.

I’m not writing my usual bloviated and lengthy column tonight, mostly because everyone who cares about politics will be watching Kamala Harris, Hilary Clinton, and Barack Obama tonight, not reading my obscure little column.

I’ve gotten used to all that feedback and viral columns, perhaps spoiled by it. And humbled, too.

I did want to say something about this election, something important yet still somehow overlooked.

When Kamala Harris talked the other night about a Coalition of Compassion, I think she put her finger right on what this election is turning out to be about, to the amazement of almost everyone.

Yes, it is about Trump, and yes, there are profoundly important issues like health care and racism.

But the pandemic and the concurrent rise of the next and perhaps biggest chapter of the Women’s Revolution (more than a movement in my mind) has brought into sharper  focus what the real issue for America is:

It’s about compassion and empathy.

I understand why Joe Biden, who is far from the flashiest or even most loved candidate, is faring so well in the polls, and thumping Donald Trump without even leaving his house much.

Joe Biden, meet the new women’s movement, the core of your support:  women rising all over America to make the country gentle again and to practice compassion and empathy again.

This is not because of the love of policy or proposals. Biden is no genius when it comes to bold ideas.

It is because he is a good man, an honest, decent, and compassionate man. And an empathic man, a rare thing in the American political sphere that white men have dominated for so long.

And because Trump, whatever his virtues might be, is not a good man, or a decent and compassionate one. Partisan politics aside, Trump has shown to be an awful human being carried along by arrogance and some bold ideas, and nothing much else.

He is the one who made us see why empathy and compassion are so important, the other politicians failed to do it.

That, curiously, seems to be why so many of his supporters love him. But then, he is the King of the Angry Old White Men; the most tribal of all the chiefs:  he is their General Custer leading them to their last stand.

He is not supposed to be loved.

This is what the women have brought to the vicious, cold, Darwinian political culture that the old white men have built for us over many years, and which is now threatening our country as well as the world.  It is time.

We need to get out of their way so they can save us from us.

This is the issue that so many women share, even as they differ on so many questions: they value compassion and empathy. This is also what Alexandria  Ocasio- Cortez brings to her own exciting movement: empathy for the poor and the vulnerable. She has walked in their shoes, which is the definition of empathy.

To Trump, this is a threat to the country. He only walks in $1,000 imported Italian shoes.

(Donald Trump wears only custom made Italian shoes. Since he is very insecure about his height and his foot size, his dainty size 8 feet are cocooned inside size 12 black leather shoes with a 1-inch lift. This ensures that he will usually be the tallest man in the room and that his shoes will look proportional to his size.)

To the women who are organizing all over America to defeat Trump, empathy is the salvation of the country – for blacks, for immigrants, for women, for white men who wish to come along.

I always wondered what ethos women would bring to politics if and when they came to power, and we are seeing it now. They are tough and strong, they are also willing to be compassionate and empathetic, even vulnerable.

They are not afraid to be human.

Women are different from men, it is the farthest thing from sexism to say so, that is why they will help elect Joe Biden as President. Biden is not the brightest bulb in the shed, no one has ever called him brilliant or inspiring, he has no overarching vision for America to offer, except this:

He is decent, compassionate, and empathetic. It isn’t just more political talk. People are beginning to realize that he is really nice. The very angry white men and women on Fox News are obsessed with his health and his cognitive skills.

But they miss the point. Nobody loves him for his cognitive skills. They love him because he is a good man.

He sees people, they are not just numbers to him. That has always been his gift, and in the year of the pandemic, when so many people are suffering, and so many women are up on the stage, it matters.

It will carry Biden to  victory, a triumph of the Coalition of Compassion Kamala Harris talked about when she was introduced as the vice presidential nominee.

Biden was nominated by a working woman, a security/guard elevator operator from the New York Times who became his friend, something it is simply not imaginable for Donald Trump to have done.

Jacquelyn Brittany,  who runs the elevator Biden took to meet with New York Times editors, said “Biden saw me. He knows me. And I love him.”

Biden took a selfie with Brittany and the two became friends. They talked on the phone often, says Biden’s wife Jill.

This is one of those political stories that steps outside of itself and touches even the hardest heart.

I also saw a story about how Biden became close and personal friends with Gregg Weaver,  the conductor who worked on the train Biden took to and from Washington every day so he could be with his sons after their mother was killed in a car crash.

Biden called Weaver up when he was vice-president when he learned Weaver had suffered a heart attack. They became friends, Weaver came to Biden’s inauguration as vice-president.

This is Biden’s great and perhaps only genius – he relates to ordinary people and who would have guessed that this would be central in the time of Trump?

It is typical for politicians to present themselves in schmaltz ways like this, often dishonestly,  but the people who have worked with Biden for years say this is genuine, this is who he is.

People did not turn off the convention and talk about Biden’s stunning plans for health care or NATO or even raging social issues like race.

They woke up the next morning talking about how nice he is, and how decent a man he is, and how refreshing that would be, and how necessary it is right now.

And this is so powerful a thing this year because President Trump has made it clear that he is none of those things. He is proud of being an asshole, he equates being offensive with being strong.

In a pandemic year with so much suffering, and a political year with so much ugliness and controversy, black lives are not the only things that matter: empathy matters.

These elements have fused and come together in a way that elevates Biden far beyond his own skills and ideas.

The country is bleeding, literally, economically, racially, and figuratively. Trump cannot show empathy for the unemployed and the soon-to-be evicted. He can’t show empathy for the 170,000 dead Americans and their families. He can’t show empathy, only bullying for the thousands of mostly black men being shot and killed all over the country. He can’t show empathy for the millions of people out of work and afraid for their jobs. He can’t show empathy for the millions of frightened Americans who are afraid to risk their lives to vote, or who have lost their jobless benefits. He can’t show empathy for the 20 million Americans who face eviction due to the coronavirus. He can’t show empathy for the 670,000 postal workers who were never meant to make a profit, just to provide a desperately needed service, and who did it well and efficiently for 250 years. He can’t show empathy for embattled and frightened school teachers and administrators caught between his brazenly self-serving political interests and their own safety and that of the children.

Good Lord, if you can’t show empathy for any of those people, do you have a beating heart at all, or is Mary Trump right about her uncle: is he really just Frankenstein without a conscious?

And as a lover of “Frankenstein” the book, I can say that the monster had a lot more empathy than the President does.

In this election year, empathy just happens to be the thing we all think about every day. Has that ever happened before?

When people hurt, they need more than anything to know what someone knows them, just like the New York Times elevator operator and the train conductor said they were known, not just seen.

I have never been a particular fan of Joe Biden, but I get him now, and I believe a simple, decent, and caring man is just what we need. His moment has finally come around to him, and just in the nick of time.

Could it have been a decent caring woman accepting the nomination for President tomorrow? Sure, but America is still a mess that needs to be cleaned up. Maybe it took a nice white man to get it going.

I think almost everyone I know when it comes down to it, is yearning for a gentler, kinder and more empathetic America. Yes, even many of those Trump supporters. Because we all need it, and so do our children. More than we need policy proposals and speeches.

The miracle is that Joe Biden, a poster boy for angry old white men, is not one of them somehow.

He is a gentle old white man who has teamed up with a vast army of tough, compassionate, and empathetic women.

Politics has never been about being nice, at least not until this year.

The Coalition of Compassion might disagree with Biden on many issues, but they love him because he is a good man. How often do you hear those words spoken?

It’s the most powerful combination I’ve ever seen in politics, and I honestly can’t see how it will fail, no matter what Donald Trump does.

Political movements often rise up without warning and change history.  Trumpism was one of them.

Trump had it all for a couple of years. But hubris ate him up, just like the Greeks predicted: he overdid it, he overreached, he was too hard, too harsh, too cruel and unfeeling. He was too much of a jerk.

He thought it was all about money and power, but he missed what was happening now, he was so caught in the past.

Movements spring up like wildfires and storms and sometimes they just fly on by, and sometimes they change our world.

This women’s revolution is real and is growing and catching fire. They are confident and determined.

They aren’t going to take these womens mail or votes away, you can take that to the bank.

Trump has always dismissed and underestimated women. He is finally about to get the reckoning he has long deserved and always managed to escape, and from a place, he never believed could harm him.

Biden feels like a winner to me now, so does Kamala Harris and the women of Black Lives Matter, Me Too, the Black Mayors, the moms, and the suburban women mothers, workers and wives who have grown rapidly beyond the cheap stereotypes of women as housewives that our President can’t resist repeating.

He is out of touch with all of these women.

The women in his consciousness are all timid, cowering housewives living in dread fear of immigrants and African-Americans.

By being so simple and decent, Biden seems to have risen about all of that and become a North Star to beleaguered Americans with a vast Army behind him calling us to hope and healing.

It won’t be easy, for sure, or pretty, or simple in any way. But you can see it if you look closely, and I wanted to be sure to write that tonight, while everyone was watching their screens.

 

19 June

“Emotions.” New Watercolor Brilliance From Blue

by Jon Katz

If ever support to a worthy young artist was justified, it was our giving Blue water-color paints, brushes and paper, so she could paint every day and night over the summer.

She is rising to the moment.

I met with Blue at the Bishop Maginn High School today in Albany, she had about a dozen new water colors to show me. Together, we picked two to sell first. The one she is holding is called “Emotions,” she said it was one of her favorites.

She said it was inspired by flowers and starts. “It’s mostly about how I feel at the moment, and this painting came out of it,” she wrote in pencil on the back. It’s signed, and I’m offering it for sale for $40.

Her water-color work is amazing. Blue has been painting for less than a year. We’ve sold three of her paintings. I brought her another $50 today.

The Army of Good has given her art a focus and energy that is paying off beautifully. Artists need tools, like everyone else. The refugee artists in Sue Silverstein’s class come several morning to paint in her classroom, even though classes are out for the summer. I have it on good authority that Sue is not being paid for the time she is putting in, the young artists love to gather in her room and use the supplies we sent them.

I was going to offer  a second painting of Blue’s, but Maria bought it before I could get it out of the car. It’s called “Self Portrait.” Blue says “it’s just me.”

Blue’s “Self Portrait” is above, she is a refugee and she and her family have struggled in many ways, as refugees do.

I admire her talent, her energy, her spirit. She and some others are coming out to the farm shortly. The children already adore Red, they will flip over the donkeys and Fate and Bud. I think she’s a remarkable artist and human being, I am happy to know her. She and Maria have connected as artists.

The first painting, “Emotions,” is for sale for $40. The first person to e-mail me will get the painting, and we will ship it out to you quickly. Shipping is free. I’ll put her watercolors up one at a time.

Also, please check out the new Bishop Maginn High School Amazon Wish List. On it are microscopes, summer reading books, Acer Chrome Laptop Computers. The school has already received about 10, that leaves 16 to go.

You can purchase a computer on the list or send a tax-deductible donation in any amount to Mike Tolan, Principal, the Bishop Maginn High School, 75 Park Avenue, Albany, N.Y., 12202.

The school has received four new microscopes, we are looking for 10 more. We need about 10 more books to complete the summer reading list.

Your support of the refugee students and their school – a loving and safe haven for them – is appreciated. Blue and Paw Lway Shee are emerging as very gifted artists (I’ll post one of her new paintings later tonight), I brought books to some of the art students today.

We are doing good. I hope to have all of these computers in school by September. Thanks much.

So e-mail me if you want “Emotions,” [email protected]. Something quite wonderful is coming out of these young artist, she is the real deal.

Please don’t send any money unless you get a confirmation from me. Free shipping. And thanks.

 

27 July

Rise Above Yourself: Hay For The Horses Of Blue Star

by Jon Katz
Hay For The Horses Of Blue Star
Hay For The Horses Of Blue Star

A chance to rise above yourself, and above the angry and dark side of our world.

Help buy hay for the horses of Blue Star Equiculture.

Help keep working horses alive and in the world.

Help young people rebuild our bleeding earth.

Help men and women be healed, redeemed, reborn, loved and cared for. Blue Star is a sanctuary, for people,

for animals.

Help horses in great need be cared for and find meaningful work and homes.

Help define the future of animals in our world, help give them rights that are genuine and meaningful.

Help love people as well as animals.

Help honor the great and sacred work animals have done for people in our world.

Help keep animals in our every day lives.

Help fight hatred and cruelty, to people and animals.

Help people who love what they do, and do it with passion and community.

It costs $70,000 a year to buy hay for the big horses at Blue Star. They need at least $50,000 more, and soon.

I believe Blue Star Equiculture is important, it is the model for the future of animals in the world, for treating animals and humans both with love and dignity, for helping to mend Mother Earth, who humans have broken. It is a powerful place, it helps people and animals every day.

We need a wiser and more mystical understanding of animals than we find in the increasingly angry and hurtful conflict raging across the country over the future of animals, their welfare and their rights. The New York Carriage Horses have awakened us to the need for a better and more humane way of treating animals and the people who work for them. Blue Star is the better way.

They seek to protect the true rights of animals – to survive in our world – and also the rights of the people who own, love and care for them.

All over the country, animals who have worked with people for thousands of years – horses, ponies, elephants – are being driven from their long connection with human beings, sent to slaughter or remote farms where they will never be seen again by human beings in urban and suburban communities where most Americans live. Farmers and animal lovers are being persecuted rather than supported. At Blue Star, everyone is supported.

While politicians argue and spew hatred and division. Blue Star works  to bring harmony and compassion to the world. They do good, every minute of every day.

Blue Star is rising from a great loss, a great tragedy, the recent death of it’s co-director, Paul Moshimer. They have saved too many horses and people to count.  The young have come from many places to Blue Star to help, drawn by it’s great and timely mission. You can help them out by donating what you can, by helping Blue Star’s hay fund drive. Thanks.

 

15 July

Mithra’s Garden: A Parable Of Life At Blue Star Equiculture.

by Jon Katz
Parable
Parable

 

Mithra Kulatunga may not know it, but he is hard at work building a shrine and a sanctuary at Blue Star Equiculture. People will soon enough be coming to see Mithra’s beautiful Garden, to walk in it, sit on it’s benches and see the coming of the new world, the city on the hill, where people and animals live together in harmony and purpose, and are treated with love and dignity.

They say mark of the immature man is that he wants to die nobly for a cause. The mark of the mature and exceptional man is that he wants to live humbly for one.

Mithra is an exceptional man, and I am going to Massachusetts to spend some time with him in a few days.

Most nights now, Mithra can be found at night sleeping outdoors in the gardens of Blue Star Equiculture, which he went to build and tend when he heard the news that Paul Moshimer, the co-director of Blue Star, had hung himself in the great old tree that is the spiritual center of the farm. Mithra knew Paul, he knew Blue Star. He wanted to come there and help.

Mithra is a college student. And perhaps an angel. No one asked him to come, he simply appeared soon after Paul’s death. He has taken it upon himself to till and plant and cultivate the garden, now big and long and beautiful. For now, he has given himself over to the farm, and the idea of the farm.

He comes to answer the call of his generation to build a better world than we have, while there is time.

Sometimes Mithra comes into the farmhouse for food, but mostly he tends to his garden, rain or sun. Mithra is from India, his family used elephants to help care for their gardens. Flowers and nature – and horses – are a passion of his. He invited me to spend a night with him when I met him, when I talked to him after Paul’s death.  I accepted, we are picking a time. I saw the spirit in his eyes.

I want to know more about him, why he has come to Blue Star, why he has devoted himself so selflessly and fully to the garden there.

Mithra studies at the University of Massachusetts Stockbridge campus, he graduated from Blue Star’s Draft Horse Husbandry Class in 2014. Pamela Moshimer Rickenbach says he is one of the kindest and most loving humans she has ever known. When Paul died Mithra appeared at the farm and took over the farm’s production and flower garden.

He and some others have helped build a sanctuary for people in the shadow of the 400-year-old tree where Paul took his own life.  Without any money, Mithra has collected seeds and plants and gathered contributions and is building a beautiful garden.

And spending long and hard hours planting, weeding, watering.

When Mithra comes to the farm – four or five days and nights a week –  he sleeps out in the garden and works out in the sun all day long. Coming from India he is used to heat.  Pamela says they only see him late at night, and briefly, when his work is done and he needs something to eat.

He says he could not be more fulfilled. Mithra says he loves the big tree, it dies not upset him that Paul hung himself from it, or that he works and sleeps in it’s shadow.

Mithra is important for many reasons.

His work and time at Blue Star speaks to the  power and meaning of the farm to so many people. How many people of any age do you know who would live out in the garden and love it for free?  His story is important, it speaks to the goodness in human beings, the healing power of the horses,  and to the importance of animals remaining in our world and in the lives of everyday people.

This act of selflessness ought to be noted, I want to know more about it and share it. I know to know Mithra.  In a sense, he is the perfect poster child for Blue Star, as important as the horses are. Mithra is, in a way, just why Blue Star is so important, why it is so worthy of support and  recognition. Somehow, the farm has given meaning and direction to this great heart and soul and to the lives of countless others.

There are actually many Mithra’s working and volunteering and circling around Blue Star, but their stories can only be told one at a time.

I am not one of those to talk about the old days, or lament the state of young people today. The young in our world are amazing, tolerant and stimulating and filled with the energy of change, smarter and more intelligent than ever.

But I do not know many people, young or old, who would come to Blue Star and sleep outside for weeks in a pasture to build a garden for someone else. Our culture is obsessed with the fragile idea that success and happiness are mostly about money and security. We live in an aspiritual and increasingly angry world, we are obsessed with money, we live in fear, we dread risk, we work as money slaves for people who care nothing for us doing work we do not love, our spirits drowned by warnings and argument. We are disconnected from nature and from the world of animals. Our leaders are mired in greed and conflict and isolated from the real world.

Mithra is profoundly connected to nature and to animals. Like so many of the young and older people who find their way to Blue Star, they have found a better way to live than the frantic legions that have come before them.

Mithra is answering the call of the Native People and of Pope Francis, now one of the world’s great spiritual leaders, to live in harmony with people, to begin the very personal and individual process of healing the world, and of helping the beleaguered animals of the world and treating them well.

Mithra is drawn to people and to Mother Earth, he is  helping to heal and honor her right in the Blue Star Pasture, right in the shadow of the great tree that has shaped so much of life on this farm. The horses, he said, have changed his outlook and his consciousness.

That is the power of Blue Star, really, that is why the place is so  important. All kinds of people are drawn to it and are willing to surrender themselves to it, and to the idea of loving the animals and treating people with love and dignity. That we don’t have to hate people to love animals, we can love both and treat all living things with dignity and compassion. That is a cause to live for in our increasingly fragmented and intense world. Mithra has a Facebook page, but he is rarely on it. He will be sleeping out in the Blue Star Garden tonight, in the rain and chill,  helping to keep the Blue Star Rising. I imagine he will be out there for a long awhile, people tend to hang around there once they find it.

So I’m going to see Mithra. I have some questions to ask  him, I want to talk to him in his garden. I want to take his portrait. I don’t know if my back will survive sleeping out in that garden all night, but I don’t really need to be Mithra. I just want to get to know him, his story cries out to be told.

The Blue Star prophesy calls for great change, for a better way, for a wiser understanding of the animals and a compassionate understanding of the people who love them and live with them. Blue Star is the idea that has come, the place we need to go, a model and an inspiration. The idea that needs to grow and prosper.

When Paul took his life nearly two months ago, it seemed that the idea of Blue Star might be in peril. There was great shock and pain and dismay. There still is, but there is also great  hope and energy and commitment. Out of darkness, light, out of death, life.

Blue Star is rising, Pamela and the young people at the farm are all strong and focused on her beautiful mission, her great heart beats very strongly, her voice is loud and clear.

Mithra is an angel, and he and other angels and spirits have appeared out of the fog of loss and grief to make a stand for themselves, for the animals of the world, for the future of the earth itself. We will either learn to live in harmony or we shall perish together.

We are, in fact,  at a crossroads, and Mithra’s garden is right at the epicenter.   It is the next way, the better way. He has made his choice. I am making mine, I am standing with Blue Star, I am eager to spend a night with him. My camera is eager to come.

You can, if you wish, find a number of ways to support them here.

 

 

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6 July

Tuesday: To Blue Star. A New Start.

by Jon Katz
To Blue Star. A New Start
To Blue Star. A New Start

This afternoon I felt an impulsion of feeling, I told Maria I needed to go to Blue Star, to see Pamela, to see the horses, but mostly to see the love and passion of the young people who have gathered there to show all of us how to make a new start. She wants to come too.

If you love horses or other animals, your hearts may  be aching at all of the hatred and conflict that has attached itself to the love of animals and poisoned the ancient well of connection, tradition and partnership between people and horses. Blue Star is showing us how to get this bond back, how to honor it, a remarkable gathering of young people has come together there, and it inspires and uplifts me just to see them and take their pictures.

I do not mean to romanticize them, I do not know them particularly well, I can’t honestly say I am truly close to a single one of them, although we feel close to each other in the aggregate.  I do honor them and feel their power and purpose, they remind me to be open and keep my faith. That is quite a gift. They are the future, the next way, the hope of the world. They stir the heart and open up the soul.

“Yet all is not lost,” Pope Francis wrote recently of our bleeding, hurting world. “Human beings, while capable of the worst, are also capable of rising above themselves, choosing again what is good, and making a new start.”

In the war against the horses raging in New York City, at Blue Star, on farms and all over our country, we see human beings at their worst, angry and hateful and cruel and ignorant. At Blue Star, we see the future, the next way, we see people at their best, riding above themselves, choosing again what is good. And making a new start.

There, people do not harm people or animals, they heal both and bring them both together, as nature intended, as the history of the world testifies. For many years we came to see animals as dumb beasts of burden, inferior and at our mercy. In recent years, we have come to see them as piteous and abused and dependent, unable even to be permitted to live safely and peacefully with people.

At Blue Star, the Third Way, the New Start. A place that stands for harmony, for truth, for history, for love, for working together in the greatest partnership in the history of the earth. It feels at times like a holy place, for all the very real life that occurs there. Broken people are healed there, and broken animals are saved, both are treated with compassion and dignity. There is no hatred, no conflict, no angry press conferences, no private detectives, secret informers, the detritus of the dirty world that says it speaks in New York City for the rights of animals.

I go to Blue Star to cleanse myself, to dip myself in love and safety, and to feel what Francis feels. We humans can be awful people, we are capable of the worst – just look at the news every morning, or listen to the reports from Washington. I wish to be part of the new start, and anyone can be, go the Blue Star site, or better yet, plan to come and visit the farm and see the possibilities of the future for yourself.

Several weeks ago, Paul Moshimer died, some thought Blue Star’s dream would fail. That has not happened.  Blue Star is rising, it is reborn, it’s story and work are just really beginning. The old people have made an awful mess of our world, the young are picking up their  brooms and shovels and opening their hearts, and sharing their pure faith. They will save us yet, if we will only get out of the way.

There, at Blue Star, the revolution that must happen if our world is to survive is well underway. Hope and compassion are not on the fringes, they are not ridiculed and brushed aside. They are the point, they are the center. Pope Francis has echoed the warnings of the Native People, the message they say the horses bring. We are at a crossroads, we shall either learn to live in harmony, or we shall perish together.

In the Kabbalah, God warns the people of the world that if they do not care for Mother Earth, respect and love her, he will abandon them, and the world will turn to dust and ashes, the rivers will run dry and the animals will flee, taking the wind and the rain with them.

At Blue Star, they have already gotten the message. Come and see for yourself. Maybe help them out. We will be back home in the early afternoon.

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