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Is Invading Ukraine Just More March Madness?

Much as I’d like to dwell on the University of Wisconsin men’s basketball team and their chances in the NCAA tournament (Go Badgers!!), devoting a post to this American brand of self-indulgence seems especially superficial considering the military madness hreatening Ukraine, the United States, and the rest of the world (see my blogpost “The Unfulfilled Right and Sinclair Lewis“) . Instead, we’re delving into the origins of the idiom which heralds spring’s onset. Something in the air this time of year may cause such folly to occur.

Many scholars associate the notion of “March madness” with the madness of the March Hare in Lewis Carroll‘s Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland. Borrowed from the British idiom, “mad as a March hare,” the expression captures the exuberant, even violent breeding behavior of European hares in early March. It also has a long history having first appeared in playwright John Heywood‘s collection of British proverbs published in 1546.

In Lewis’ story, the Hare acts as he does because the Mad Hatter “murdered the time” in the course of singing to the Queen of Hearts. As a result, the hare now acts riotously as though it were always teatime.

The fatal ramifications of the Hatter’s actions provide the common thread in the origin of a related expression “mad as a hatter.” Whether it derives from the mercury poisoning of 19th-century hatters, the compassionate acts of 17th-century hermit, Roger Crab, or the pronunciation approximation of the English word “adder” with “hatter” meaning “venomous as a viper,” the expression has adopted a fatal and fatalistic connotation.

Regardless of its origins, the expression’s historical associations are profound. Abraham Lincoln‘s assassin, John Wilkes Booth, was shot and killed by Union army soldier Thomas H. Corbett. Though Corbett was arrested for not taking Booth alive as ordered, Secretary of War Edwin Stanton released him from prison because of the public’s regard for him as a war hero. He returned to his original occupation of hat-making upon release, but said to have grown more mad than once realized, he was thrown into an insane asylum from which he escaped and was never seen again.

It is entirely possible such unrelated events result from pure coincidence. In Corbett’s case it’s likely the pressures of being the person who killed Lincoln’s assassin stoked whatever “madness” was said to characterize his behavior before he entered the Union army. Though idioms do express a culture’s regard towards the way things happen, they don’t explain how or why they do. It’s equally possible we have reached the point where hyperbole is reality. Athletes and coaches, professional and amateur, have backed away from competition in recent years because the mental and physical demands are too great. In some instances, they or their families were threatened with bodily harm by overzealous fans.

So, ask yourself: when cheering hard fouls or cursing referees’ during the rough-and-tumble play that marks athletes’ performances: am I engaging in a socialized form of venting the angst in my everyday life? Or am I freeing more primitive urges which subjugate in a violent way any and all people with whom I disagree, much as Russia is now doing with Ukraine?

What do you think? Leave a Reply and let me know below.

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How to Actively Celebrate Black History Month

It’s not easy to know how to support Blacks and other people of color in America when you’re an older white liberal like me. Criticize or offer advice and you sound patronizing or racist. Stay detached, and you’re not helping their cause. Donate money and it seems another conscience-easing handout.

Yet you want to contribute something–your time, your effort–what? Blacks’ status as second-class citizens in this country fuels my outrage. I want to do something about it, something more more dynamic than donating money or marching at a protest rally no matter how effective such actions may sometimes be.

What to do?

A little research reveals there are many ways to become more actively involved. One of the best is to maintain minorities’ ability to express their political opinions at the ballot box. The right to vote remains the cornerstone to participating in everything America represents or has to offer.

Through legislative and judicial machinations, vested interests have curtailed that right, however. Voter suppression, particularly for Blacks and people of color is a reality in Texas, Georgia, and several other of states with more seeking to follow their lead.

Yet, the cause is not hopeless. The American Civil Liberties Union (ACLU), the Black Voters Matter Fund, Common Cause, and dozens of other groups are partnering to erase voter inequities through phone banking, texting, and letter-writing state legislators.

One group that offers the most bang for your activist buck is the Center for Common Ground. Its stated mission is to “to educate and empower under-represented voters in voter suppression states to engage in elections and advocate for their right to vote.”

From amending the filibuster to postcarding “underserved communities,” Common Ground provided organizational tools that transformed my political impotence into activist reality. And isn’t channeling outrage into resiliency and courage part of what Black History celebrates?

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The Unfulfilled Right and Sinclair Lewis

In the aftermath of the January 6th Insurrection it’s become fashionable to compare the Trump administration’s overreach to the Nazis takeover of Germany’s government during the 1930s. Nowhere does this analogy seem more apt than in Sinclair Lewis‘ dystopian novel, It Can’t Happen Here.

Lewis’ fascist antagonist in the novel, Senator Berzelius (Buzz) Windrip, resembles Louisianna populist senator Huey Long more than he does Adolf Hitler in word and deed. For that reason, people sometimes minimize the significance of the comparison between the architect of World War II (and the Holocaust) and the folksy champion of the “Forgotten Men” in 1930s America.

Yet, the narrative’s setting during the Great Depression compares well with the second decade of the the twenty-first century in several respects. One is the rise in political autocracy common to both periods. Another is the increasing political and cultural divides such absolutist attitudes engender. And third is the economic disparity between the Haves and Have-nots in each society despite contemporary America’s affluence vis-a-vis its Depression-era predecessor.

Early in the novel, Lewis quotes protagonist and newspaper editor Doremus Jessup’s ineffective and lazy hired man, Karl Ledue. “What burns me up” he says “isn’t that old soap-boxer’s chestnut about how one-tenth of one-percent of the population at the top have an aggregate income equal to forty-two percent at the bottom.” What upsets him is the existence of the working poor–people who earned $500 or less even during prosperous times who “had the honor of still doing honest labor.”

That “old chestnut” figure Ledue cites compares significantly with economist and former Labor Secretary, Robert Reich’s statistic that one-tenth of one percent of Americans currently own 35 percent of the nation’s wealth and income. You might observe the percentage drop in comparative overall income between the periods indicates the overall improvement in economic equality between the poorest and richest segments of our society. Others would note economic inequality is still with us after 85 years despite all attempts to reduce this divide.

At this point it seems Americans have two choices. Economic inequality either remains a permanently endemic feature of our country’s capitalist society; or this ongoing economic disparity betrays the hopes, dreams, and trust stated in the Preamble to the U.S. Bill of Rights for government to “promote the general welfare” and must be rectified. In Lewis’ book, Jessup is imprisoned for protesting the current political and economic conditions. In contemporary society, the outlook seems similarly dire but much less certain.

Which reality–fictional or real life–would you prefer? Or believe possible? Let me know in the Comments.



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