El Que Siembra Su Maíz — Español-English

“El Que Siembra Su Maíz” is a Cuban country-troubadour (trova) song from 1925, composed by Miguel Matamoros, and first recorded by the Trio Matamoros. It was a hit, and remains a perennial classic. For much more about Trio Matamoros, see https://manuelgarciajr.com/2015/10/04/trio-matamoros-old-and-new/

The chorus of this song: “el que siembra su maíz, que se coma su pinol,” might have a very rough Old English equivalent of “the man who plants his corn gets to sit and drink his mead,” or a very rough Tennessee equivalent of “the man who plants his corn gets to sit and drink his bourbon,” since bourbon is a corn-mash alcoholic beverage.

Pinol: maíz molido con azúcar y un poquito de canela.
Pinol: corn, ground with sugar and a little bit of cinnamon.

Pinol, in:
1. Costa Rica, Cuba, Ecuador, Honduras and Nicaragua: toasted corn flour.
2. Costa Rico and Nicaragua: “pinolillo” is pinol with cacao (chocolate).
3. Ecuador and Guatemala: sweetened corn flour.
4. Bolivia, Ecuador, Peru: pinol as “máchica,” flour made from ground toasted barley or other toasted grains.

“Mead is an alcoholic beverage created by fermenting honey with water, sometimes with various fruits, spices, grains, or hops. The alcoholic content ranges from about 8% to more than 20%. The defining characteristic of mead is that the majority of the beverage’s fermentable sugar is derived from honey. It may be still, carbonated, or naturally sparkling; dry, semi-sweet, or sweet.” https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mead

With all their sugar cane, I find it impossible to imagine the Cubans not having had a mead-like equivalent made from pinol and rum, or pinol and fermented guarapo (sugar cane juice).

Pinol would certainly be used to make all the cornbread, corn cakes, hushpuppy and corn mush equivalents familiar to Americans from their southern states. Now, to the song.

El que siembra su maíz
[Miguel Matamoros, 1925]

Huye, huye
dónde está Mayor?
dónde está?

Ya no vende por las calles
ya no pregona en la esquina
ya no quiere trabajar.

Huye, huye
dónde está Mayor?
dónde está?

Ya no vende por las calles
ya no pregona en la esquina
ya no quiere trabajar

El que siembra su maíz
(que se coma su pinol)
que siembra su maíz
(que se coma su pinol)
el que siembra su maíz
(que se coma su pinol)

La mujer en el amor (¡sí señor!)
se parece a la gallina (¡como no!)
la mujer en el amor (¡sí señor!)
se parece a la gallina (¡como no!)
que cuando se muere el gallo (¡sí señor!)
a cualquier pollo se arrima (¡como no!)

El que siembra su maíz
(que se coma su pinol)
el que siembra su maíz
(que se coma su pinol)
que siembra su maíz
(que se coma su pinol)
el que siembra su maíz
(que se coma su pinol)

Muchacha, dice tu abuela (¡sí señor!)
que te mete en la cocina (¡como no!)
muchacha, dice tu abuela (¡sí señor!)
que te mete en la cocina (¡como no!)
que el que tiene gasolina (¡sí señor!)
no ha de jugar con candela (¡como no!)

El que siembra su maíz
(que se coma su pinol)
el que siembra su maíz
(que se coma su pinol)
que siembra su maíz
(que se coma su pinol)
el que siembra su maíz
(que se coma su pinol)

No te parece Rufina (¡sí señor!)
mirar en el farallón, (¡como no!)
no te parece Rufina (¡sí señor!)
mirar en el farallón, (¡como no!) (1)
ni ver redundar el trombón (¡sí señor!)
hasta que se desafina (¡como no!)

El que siembra su maíz
(que se coma su pinol)
el que siembra su maíz
(que se coma su pinol)
que siembra su maíz
(que se coma su pinol)
el que siembra su maíz
(que se coma su pinol)…
(El) que siembra su maíz…

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The One Who Plants Her Corn
[Miguel Matamoros, 1925; translation-paraphrase by Manuel García, Jr.]

Gone now, gone now
Where has Mayór gone?
Where’s she gone?

She’s not selling in the streets now,
she’s not hawking at the corner,
she no longer wants to work.

Gone now, gone now
Where has Mayór gone?
Where’s she gone?

She’s not selling in the streets now,
she’s not hawking at the corner,
she no longer wants to work.

The one who plants her corn
(gets to eat up her pinol)
the one who plants her corn
(gets to eat up her pinol)
The one who plants her corn
(gets to eat up her pinol).

A woman who’s in love (oh yeah!)
is just like a barnyard chicken (you bet!)
a woman who’s in love (oh yeah!)
is just like a barnyard chicken (you bet!)
when old red rooster croaks (oh yeah!)
next to any old hen she’s nuzzlin’ (you bet!).

The one who plants her corn
(gets to eat up her pinol)
the one who plants her corn
(gets to eat up her pinol)
The one who plants her corn
(gets to eat up her pinol).
The one who plants her corn
(gets to eat up her pinol).

Honey, your grandma says (oh yeah!)
get yourself into the kitchen (you bet!)
honey, your grandma says (oh yeah!)
get yourself into the kitchen (you bet!)
for who lugs cans of gasoline ‘round (oh yeah!)
shouldn’t play at flaming things now (you bet!).

The one who plants her corn
(gets to eat up her pinol)
the one who plants her corn
(gets to eat up her pinol)
The one who plants her corn
(gets to eat up her pinol).
The one who plants her corn
(gets to eat up her pinol).

Don’t even try, Rufína (oh yeah!)
staring in the lighthouse beam (you bet!)
Don’t even try, Rufína (oh yeah!)
staring in the lighthouse beam (you bet!) (1)
Nor look in the trombone’s bell (oh yeah!)
until it shakes itself off key (you bet!).

The one who plants her corn
(gets to eat up her pinol)
the one who plants her corn
(gets to eat up her pinol)
The one who plants her corn
(gets to eat up her pinol).
The one who plants her corn
(gets to eat up her pinol).
The one who pants her corn…

(1) farallón = cliff, farol = lantern, faro = lighthouse. I chose to use the lighthouse image (faro -> lighthouse) instead of using the cliff image (farallón -> cliff, Matamoros’ actual word), because I thought it more vivid, for my English version, as something fatiguing to stare uselessly into.

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A much looser variation of the lyrics, in American English, is as follows.

The Girl Who Plants Her Corn
[a paraphrase of El Que Siembra Su Maíz, in American English, by MG,Jr.]

Gone now, gone now
Margie’s cart is gone.
Where’s she gone?

She’s not selling in the streets now,
she’s not hawking at the corner,
she no longer wants to work.

Gone now, gone now
Margie’s cart is gone.
Where’s she gone?

She’s not selling in the streets now,
she’s not hawking at the corner,
she no longer wants to work.

The one who plants her corn
(drinks her bourbon eats her grits)
the one who plants her corn
(drinks her bourbon eats her grits)
The one who plants her corn
(drinks her bourbon eats her grits).

A woman who’s in love (oh yeah!)
is just like a barnyard chicken (you bet!)
a woman who’s in love (oh yeah!)
is just like a barnyard chicken (you bet!)
when old red rooster croaks (oh yeah!)
nuzzled up to any ol’ hen she’s sticking (you bet!).

The one who plants her corn
(drinks her bourbon eats her grits)
The one who plants her corn
(drinks her bourbon eats her grits)
The one who plants her corn
(drinks her bourbon eats her grits)
The one who plants her corn
(drinks her bourbon eats her grits).

Honey, your grandma says (oh yeah!)
get yourself into the kitchen (you bet!)
Honey, your grandma says (oh yeah!)
get yourself into the kitchen (you bet!)
for who lugs gasoline up ’n down (oh yeah!)
with flames shouldn’t be playin’ around (you bet!)

The one who plants her corn
(drinks her bourbon eats her grits)
The one who plants her corn
(drinks her bourbon eats her grits)
The one who plants her corn
(drinks her bourbon eats her grits)
The one who plants her corn
(drinks her bourbon eats her grits).

Don’t even try, Rufeena (oh yeah!)
staring through a cliff to see (you bet!)
Don’t even try, Rufeena (oh yeah!)
staring through a cliff to see (you bet!)
Nor in the trombone’s bell (oh yeah!)
till it shakes itself off key (you bet!).

The one who plants her corn
(drinks her bourbon eats her grits)
The one who plants her corn
(drinks her bourbon eats her grits)
The one who plants her corn
(drinks her bourbon eats her grits)
The one who plants her corn
(drinks her bourbon eats her grits).
The one – who – plants – her – c-o-r-n…

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El Que Siembra Su Maíz
[Trio Matamoros, with (I think) Los Guaracheros de Oriente (my favorites). Matamoros sings.]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zV5QRjmfqcI

Trio Matamoros – El que siembra su maíz
(2nd original recording – unequaled)
[2:55]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KVU5ThBYe5w

Trio Matamoros – El que siembra su maíz
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7on8TFN0Hxs
[1931, from collector’s CD, 1st original recording]

El que siembra su maiz (el montuno) – Oscar D´Leon, Hector Lavoe y Lalo Rodriguez
(Tres grandes de la salsa juntos en una presentación en New York para que lo disfruten; el audio no es muy bueno pero igual se goza)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5TmcVMvfv9M
[Salsa jam (1982) on “El Que Siembra Su Maíz” (the montuno part, 11 minutes out of 15) by Miguel Matamoros (Cubano), who wrote the orignal song in 1925! Héctor Lavoe (Puerto Rico), Oscar D’Leon (Venezuela), Lalo Rodríguez (Puerto Rico) sing.]

El que siembra su maíz — Trio Matamoros
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2wi-XnsQWso
[Trio Matamors, old, rough and beautiful; just themselves live and free.]

El que siembra su maíz — Los Guaracheros de Oriente
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pImyQwLZ16s
[such crisp and polished performers]

El que siembra su maíz — Gema 4 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tfVDEAOOKco
[female a cappella quartet]

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Election 2016: Looking Past July from May

Democrats for Trump (after July) = Hillary Clinton voters (before July).

The American electorate wants an independent and outsider as the next President.

Bernie Sanders and Donald Trump are the only major independents and outsiders now in the race.

Between the two major independent outsiders, the electorate substantially prefers Bernie Sanders.

Hillary Clinton’s popularity is in steady decline, at present (in May) being slightly above Trump’s.

If the only major independent outsider available in November is Trump, he will win the presidency.

The fight for the Democratic Party nomination is a struggle between:
– the corrupt and parasitic careerism of a privileged few (Hillary Clinton people), against
– a national renewal for the common good, desired by the many (Bernie Sanders people).

Trump’s supporters are motivated by anger at the neoliberal establishment for impoverishing them, but they partly misdirect that anger to scapegoated minorities.

Hillary’s timorous simple-minded supporters are motivated by a desire to experience power and public glory vicariously, without any loss of their material comforts.

Hillary’s powerful patrons are motivated to maintain control of the government, to ensure continuation of their neoliberal establishment.

Bernie’s supporters are motivated by anger at the neoliberal establishment, and by a desire to actually experience an ecstasy of revolutionary national renewal, in solidarity.

National unity is not in the interests of Hillary’s ambitions: she preaches “lower expectations,” willfully alienates Bernie Sanders people, and has long been bought by the neoliberal establishment to prosecute their class war.

National unity is out of Trump’s reach: he gains the support of the ignorant portion of the white working class by misdirecting their anger to scapegoated minorities.

Bernie Sanders has achieved national unity, which is opposed by the neoliberal establishment, its young careerists, and its older, timorous, comfortably simple-minded flunkies.

The selfish ambitions of careerist mediocrities finds its greatest resonance in Hillary Clinton’s invertebrate character of blatant corruption, blithe incompetence and wily mendacity.

The hunger for the power to be able to bully without personal hazard, which great wealth can pay for, finds its paragon in Donald Trump.

The yearning for living immersed in a society of peace, freedom and compassion, finds its political focus in the campaign and person of Bernie Sanders.

Some of us will get what we deserve, and some of us won’t.

Voter Matrix 2016

VOTER MATRIX

Political types:

anti-establishment = populist = democratic
establishment = oligarchy = undemocratic

Candidate types:

Trump = anti-establishment bigotry,
Clinton = establishment corruption,
Sanders = anti-establishment socialism.

Voter types:

Clinton (from most to least):
– selfish non-thinking brand-loyal D-voters,
– careerist D-party members (insiders and wannabe insiders),
– establishment capitalists,
– crossover R-voters repelled by Trump.

Trump (from most to least):
– proletarian white non-thinkers,
– brand-loyal R-voters (subset of above),
– maverick establishment capitalists,
– elite careerist R-party members (insiders).

Sanders (from most to least):
– proletarians under 45 years of age (most of the USA),
– petite & moyenne bourgeois (“middle class”) socialists,
– grande bourgeois (“rich”) socialists.

Queen Hillary Faces the California Primary

Queen Hillary Faces the California Primary:
Mirror, Mirror on the wall,
Who’ll be President of them all?
It must be me, I say it must!
For who but Hillary can Wall Street trust?
You must rig all those voting machines
To prevent democracy from going to extremes.
For I must guide, control and shape it
With greater wisdom than any voters’ edict.
I’ve got the spinsters all, and childless biddies,
And the scared suburban mommies with all their kiddies.
Thank God for those old trusting Blacks,
With Scarlett O’Hara’s luck, they have my back.
On their sacrifices I can always call,
So endearing seeing them on their swords fall.
It’s great to know I have my people
Ready to stay behind and raise my steeple.
For I am a Goddess and this is my Church,
To lead an American incremental rightward lurch.
Hail!, hail!, obey and revere!,
For I am Hillary and this is my year!
But that white-haired man is such a problem,
Waking up the nation to all the swag I’ve been grabbin’.
And how annoying those damned Millennials
Who can’t see past their fairness ideals,
Who think being shackled to their school debts
Gives them excuse to question Wall Street’s bets.
Why don’t they just join the military?
I’ll see they get enough comes time for them to bury.
If only they could see obeying me
Will let then share in my glorious history.
The first American woman President
Able to make privatizing Social Security permanent.
Honestly, with America I’m so disgusted
That I’m not more widely loved and trusted.
Trump’s a fool, I’ll beat him, I hope,
Or else America is really on dope.
Trump’s a sexist, but Bernie’s worse
Convincing young women pay imbalance he’ll reverse.
The majority commits Lèse-majesté
Against their natural given leader: Hillary!
Mirror, Mirror on the wall,
Who’ll be President of them all?
Tell me now and tell me quick
Or I’ll hit you with my girl-flogging Billy stick!
Tell me now and tell me right
Or my hissy fit will be a dreadful fright!
And the Mirror replied:
Oh great Queen!, on June 7 you’ll receive my answer,
Whether for America it’s bright future or disaster.

A visit to Canyon, California

“Canyon is an unincorporated community located near the border of Contra Costa and Alameda counties in California. It is situated between the cities of Oakland and Moraga in the San Francisco Bay Area. The community is named for its location in the upper canyon of San Leandro Creek, along the eastern slope of the Berkeley Hills. Canyon lies at an elevation of 1138 feet (347 m).

“The community is mainly traversed by Pinehurst Road and Canyon Road. The homes of the community are nestled amongst the steep, narrow private roads and footpaths that extend from the redwood groves and ferns along the creek, through the mixed live oak, bay, and madrone forests on the steep hillsides, up to the chaparral and knobcone pines that grow along the ridge.”

Canyon, California
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Canyon,_California

I visited Canyon in early May 2016, and here I present some images of this captivating community.

Claremont Chert, East Ridge Crest

Claremont Chert, East Ridge Crest

Upper San Leandro Reservoir

Upper San Leandro Reservoir

Canyon, Glimpses #2

Canyon, Glimpses #2

Canyon, Glimpses #1

Canyon, Glimpses #1

“Canyon, Glimpses #1” and “Canyon, Glimpses #2” are taken from the book Canyon: Glimpses of a Place, assembled and edited by Eric Peterson and Esperanza Pratt Surls, which includes photos by: Eric Peterson, Esperanza Pratt Surls, Roy Gilbert, Louise Pratt, Elena Tyrrell, Eve Livingston, Egl Batchelor, Evan Johnson, Gina Gaiser, Jeanne Lorenz, Forrest Gilbert and Aeriel Guy. This book was produced to raise funds for the Canyon School’s Eighth Grade Class Trip to Costa Rica, in May 2016 (and there’s always following years’ trips to pay for). This 60 page book has 148 photographs (127 in color, 21 in black & white). Copies may still be available ($20, plus shipping and postage) at the Canyon School [P.O. Box 187, Pinehurst Road, Canyon, CA 94516, Phone: (925) 376-4671, Fax: (925) 376-2343]. It’s nice.

Canyon School, from Railroad Grade

Canyon School, from Railroad Grade

Canyon - water system, and relic truck

Canyon – water system, and relic truck

Canyon - NW along Railroad Grade #1

Northwest along the Railroad Grade, #1

Canyon residence #1

Canyon, residence #1

Canyon, a garden #1

Canyon, garden #1

Canyon - NW along Railroad Grade #2

Northwest along the Railroad Grade, #2

Canyon residence #2

Canyon, residence #2

Canyon, a garden #3

Canyon, garden #2

Canyon - Charles Stanley Martin

Christopher Stanley Martin, remembered

Canyon - Adults at Play

Canyon – Adults at Play

Canyon - Smile

How can you not?

Canyon - relics by the Post Office

Canyon – Relics

Canyon, retired road warriors

Canyon School, vine loves wheel

Canyon, a vine embraces the wheel

Canyon School, creekside

Canyon School, creekside

Canyon School (new one, built 1992)

Canyon School

Canyon School, swings with sprinkler

Canyon – swings with sprinkler

Canyon School kids' geodesic dome #2

Canyon School geodesic dome, #1

Site 8, as previous

Canyon School geodesic dome, #2

Canyon - Pinehurst Road SW

Canyon – Pinehurst Road, southeast

Canyon, John van der Zee #1

John van der Zee’s book about Canyon, #1

Canyon, John van der Zee #2

John van der Zee’s book about Canyon, #2

Canyon, John van der Zee #3

John van der Zee’s book about Canyon, #3

Canyon, John van der Zee #4

John van der Zee’s book about Canyon, #4

Canyon: The Story of the Last Rustic Community in Metropolitan America
John van der Zee
Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, Inc., New York
Copyright 1971, 1972 by John van der Zee
ISBN 0-15-115400-7
Library of Congress Catalog Card Number: 70-174516

John van der Zee’s book about Canyon reminds me that the hopes and ideals I had — 45 years ago — about community, ecology, efficiency, and “right living” in balance with nature, have yet to be recognized, let alone realized, in our America of mindless and wasteful consumption, the economic bullying called gentrification, the sacrifice of human dignity and lives over the obsession to accumulate money, and the denial of responsibility for climate change. Canyon, I’m sure, is objectively far from perfect, but the spirit animating it is undeniably enchanting.

 

Caucusing for Bernie in Oakland, California

I live in the 13th Congressional District of California, which includes the cities of: Alameda, Albany, Berkeley, Emeryville, Oakland, Piedmont, and San Leandro. Barbara Lee (D) is currently our US congressional representative (who won 86.8% of the 288,582 votes cast in the 2012 election for her House seat). Today (1 May 2016), I participated in a Democratic Party caucus to select the prospective delegates pledged to Bernie Sanders, for the party convention in Philadelphia on 25-28 July 2016. Let me tell you about this caucus.

The Democratic Party primary election in California will occur on June 7. That election is one of a series of similar state-wide contests from which the party’s two remaining presidential candidates, Hillary Clinton and Bernie Sanders, hope to accumulate sufficient support (formally from within the party, but also from the general public) to become the party’s nominee for the national election in November. Only Californians registered as members of the Democratic Party (and registered independents who request a Democratic Party ballot) can vote in that party’s primary election on June 7. Clinton and Sanders will each win a number of delegates from each congressional district, on a proportional basis of the primary votes they win within each district.

In our 13th district, a minimum gain of 15% of the primary vote is required in order to be awarded one delegate. A total of 9 delegates have been allocated to the 13th district. So, in anticipation of the results on June 7, both the Clinton and Sanders campaigns have to select nine individuals, each, who can act as pledged delegates for them (respectively) at the national convention in July. That process occurred today as two caucuses (at different locations!). I caucused with the “Berners” at the ILWU Auditorium (International Longshoremen and Warehouse Union) in Oakland.

A prospective delegate for any district must be a registered Democrat residing within that district, who chooses to sign up (by a specific date) to run in the delegate elections. There were 115 Bernie enthusiasts signed up to run for the 9 slots of potential delegates from the 13th district. Among this group of delegate hopefuls were some of the most hardworking activists, canvassers, phone-bankers, petition-carriers and volunteers dedicated to the Bernie Sanders campaign. A total of 618 people signed in as attendees to this caucus, and a total of 608 ballots were eventually tallied.

The doors of the union hall had opened at 2 PM, and were closed to further entry at 3:15 PM. The convener of the caucus then explained the rules (both by state law and by Democratic Party regulation), so that by 3:30 PM the delegate candidates could each give short speeches (if they wished), which continued till 4 PM when the attendees were left to complete their ballots. By 4:30 PM, the ballots had been collected and the twenty volunteers assisting the convener began tallying the results.

Even with the numerous dropouts from today’s election for Bernie delegates, and the number of such candidates still running but who chose not to speak, there was still a very large contingent of speakers (about 60). By party rules, speeches by candidate delegates are limited to 30 seconds (strictly timed) in any delegate election with more than 20 candidates. It was quite a show.

Some attendees looked for strong speakers, who could hold their own in debates with Bernie’s opponents at the convention (and Hillary trolls generally). Others looked for less-confrontational speakers who were nevertheless articulate and persistent, who they thought might be able to persuade others into joining the revolution: like super-delegates (professional politicians looking out for #1) thinking about their political futures given the national preference for Bernie over Trump, and Hillary’s potentially fatal weakness in this regard. The candidate pool was evenly spilt between men and women.

I, along with many others, had arrived by 2 PM and had mixed and mingled and spoken with candidate delegates, had made my choices, marked my ballot (circling the names of 1 to 9 choices), and then inserted it into the taped cardboard ballot box. I chose people who had a history of union and progressive activism, had done a great deal of legwork for the Sanders campaign for many months, and who were diehard “Bernie or Bust” people. I thought they deserved the opportunity to carry the revolution to the national convention in Philadelphia, and to try to convert super-delegates (and not yet brain-dead Hillary delegates) into Bernie delegates. There were really no bad choices, since all the delegate hopefuls are committed to Bernie’s (and our) platform.

The nine delegates from the 13th district who will actually go to the national convention will be selected from the pool of Bernie’s nine and Hillary’s nine, by proportional representation based on the results of the June 7 primary.

The 13th’s nine (a delegation undoubtedly split between Bernie and Hillary supporters) will travel to Long Beach for a meeting of the state Democratic Party (June 17-19). There, the 317 district level delegates (for all of California) will participate in ratifying: 105 at-large delegates, 10 at-large alternates, and 53 party leaders and elected officials. All of these elected delegates, alternates and committee members, together with 71 un-pledged delegates (a.k.a “super-delegates,” who are California DNC members and members of Congress) will make up California’s delegation to the national convention: 546 delegates, 40 alternates and 51 committee members. Being initially a delegate-candidate and then an elected delegate can be quite a commitment both in time and personal expense. However, succeeding at becoming a delegate to the national convention can also be a very significant step toward initiating a political career.

At the national convention, the state’s elected delegates are required to vote for the presidential candidate they were pledged to at their district election. But this is only true for the first ballot cast at the national convention to determine the party’s nominee. In the case of a brokered convention, which can occur when there are multiple presidential candidates and none has won a clear (specified) majority through the primary process (as once seemed possible for the Republicans); or when two presidential candidates are closely matched in pledged (elected) delegates but there exists uncertainty and flux among the un-pledged (super) delegates (as possible for the Democrats); delegates are formally released from their pledges for subsequent ballots. In other words, back-room deals can be made (in what used to be smoke-filled rooms).

What everyone in our 13th district caucus wanted, and every prospective Bernie delegate promised, was for delegates who would always vote for Bernie in every ballot cast at the national convention. Most of these 13th district prospective delegates are also pure Bernie-or-Bust voters (like me), committed to never voting for Hillary ever (including in November).

It was very satisfying to be in an auditorium filled with people who share my socio-economic and political enthusiasms. Politically, most of the time I feel like a human on the Planet Of The Apes. I think that opposition to Bernie is of the same type as that to acknowledging climate change, it is a reluctance to relinquish selfishness.

Some of my favorite candidate-delegate personalities at the 13th district Berners’ event included: members of the California Nurses Association (fiercely compassionate, dedicated and organized); a longshoreman member of the ILWU (a past president of the local, and veteran organizer, negotiator, and strike leader); a founding member of the union of technical and health-care professionals and skilled trades employees at the University of California; an electronic musician working single mother and African-American (a good speaker and a presentable candidate, but sadly the only African American I noticed there); a democratic socialist Latina who leads a project to produce “people of color” murals related to the Sanders campaign; an arts management person (a person like the 19th century Theo van Gogh, enabling art by finding funding and other support for the flakey creative types) who emerged from a politically conservative (Trump-like) rural setting; and numerous young and middle-aged professionals (lawyers, teachers, computer types).

Today’s delegate election was the closest I have ever come to experiencing democracy-in-action of a type that would have been familiar to Pericles. The spirit of the 13th district Bernie event was one of shared vision: a democratic socialist “national union.” Today, I shared this vision on a face-to-face personal basis with a series of very varied individuals present in one gathering, instead of as an isolated abstract intellectual exercise with virtual connections through cyberspace to unseen and unknown humans.

If you live in California and you “feel the bern,” then note these imminent voting deadlines:

May 9, primary election vote-by-mail ballots are sent out (to current stay-at-home voters).

May 23, voter registration deadline; you must be a registered Democrat or No Party Preferred (NPP) to vote for Bernie on June 7.

May 31, deadline to request a Democratic ballot for NPP and vote-by-mail people.

June 7, the California Democratic Party primary election.

Albert Camus: “I rebel, therefore we exist.”

13 American Truths

13 American Truths:

Ignorance is Strength.
War is Peace.
Freedom is Slavery.
Capitalism is Theft.
God is Murder.
Property is Racism.
Suburbia is Segregation.
Vanity is Greed.
Greed is Sacred.
Love is Weakness.
Hate is Power.
Power is Justice.
Conversation is Dead.

Voting in 2016: Compassionate Pragmatism Versus Ideology

The following is a modified version of comments I posted on Louis Proyect’s website (blog), “The Unrepentant Marxist,” where I was arguing against the Marxists’ idea of: not voting for Bernie Sanders (or anybody), on the principle of not supporting the capitalist electoral system because doing so would drain away activist energy that should instead go into forming an “authentic” socialist revolutionary movement. Proyect himself is a lively intellect, an amazing researcher and scholar, and a prolific author who frequently publishes penetrating insights about politics and culture. We both used to write essays for Swans.com (between 2003 to 2013, for me). Here are those comments (from 18 April 2016):

I had the unfortunate experience in 1968 of being called by the draft for induction into the US military during the height of the Tet Offensive (Vietnam War). My initial draft deferment was soon revoked because I was confused with some other New York Puerto Rican, who had flunked out of school (I was on the Dean’s list). This error could not be changed because “once we start the process we just keep going” (how the Draft Board explained it to me on the phone).

I was 1A (classified as ready for immediate use), holding out on month-to-month appeals (you were allowed a hearing, and there was a big backlog!) until the draft lottery of December 1969 gifted me with a very high number (they drafted people whose birthdays fell into the first 200+ picked out of a big jug, as in bingo; my birthday was in the 360s). And so, like a small-fry catch-and-release trout, I was tossed back into the wild.

I have never had illusions about Democrats or Republicans or anyone else. My point about voting (one way or the other, or even not at all) is very simple: I believe in pragmatic action, “people over ideas,” especially given unusually favorable opportunities like the wildly popular Bernie Sanders campaign (a rarity). I believe in being pragmatic instead of hewing to an inflexible ideology, which is basically a fundamentalist religion, “ideas over people.”

Here is one example of what I mean. When Louis Proyect — the “Unrepentant Marxist” — allowed himself to be moved by his heart, instead of his supposedly rigid anti-US-imperialism Western-leftist comfort-zone isolationist “intellect,” and “ideology,” over the imminent (and subsequently thwarted at the last minute by NATO intervention) Benghazi massacre by Gaddafi (in March 2011 during the Libyan Civil War), and also over the continuing war and atrocities by Assad against the majority of Syrians who don’t want Assad as their dictator, he (Louis) was pilloried by many of his Marxist colleagues because he broke ranks with the ideology (anti-interventionism regardless of circumstances). He had blasphemed against the word-as-law, really “the word” as secular god. I have unbounded admiration for Louis because of this display of compassion, which causes him now to have so many rhetorical and semantic difficulties (on his blog) in doing the verbal origami necessary to fashion a “logical” argument for these stands being correct and direct conclusions based on the ideology supposedly shared by the Marxist (argumentative and disunited) community he has been a lifelong activist and author in.

By the way, the argument I am giving here is the central moral principle of Mark Twain’s novel Huckleberry Finn (“a book of mine where a sound heart and a deformed conscience come into collision, and conscience suffers defeat”). So, if you can view voting as a tactic (even if perhaps often trivial) rather than a Holy Sacrament or a potential Mortal Sin, and you can feel solidarity with most of the people (the actual people, even though I personally don’t like most people) who have awakened to Bernie Sanders’ message, then given a sound heart you easily chuck “the word” and vote to help make this magnificent (and never-to-be perfect) revolution succeed, because it is both a once-in-a(my)-lifetime opportunity, and it is BIG and REAL.

Are you really going to suffer by “going against your principles” in this situation? Is the question of voting “all about me” regardless, even over participating in a genuine popular movement to overturn much of the enslavement and corruption imposed on us today? Do you realize what a real revolution $15/hour nationally, and Medicare-for-all, and socialized public college would be for perhaps 100,000,000 Americans today?

Instead of waiting for the perfect revolution to drop into you laps sometime in the future (never, basically), don’t you think you would have much more influence in organizing for that grander revolution from within the movement that has captured popular enthusiasm today: the Sanders revolution? And we all know that Bernie is just the current flag-bearer of this revolution, we may need to find new personifications of it after July, or November. It is clear Bernie knows this too.

What makes Bernie run?: he has 7 grandchildren, he cares about their futures, which is NOW. What makes me spend this time writing to you?, I have three children and am far more concerned about their futures (which is NOW) than about the purity of my ideological allegiances and cohesiveness of my intellectual constructs: people over ideas.

The ideas (and “faiths”) are useful to give you a sense of direction, and sharpen your awareness and remind you of compassion, but the realities of your life and the currents and incidents of the history (and chaos) you live through should be the actual forces you dance with to produce your actions. It’s all very simple: is it about me, or is it about us? “I rebel, therefore we exist.”

Democratic Party Unity Without Bernie?

MG,Jr. response to Robert Reich

Robert Reich (2 posts on his Facebook web-page, 15 April 2016):

(#1) Bernie Sanders’s candidacy is not really about Bernie. It’s about a movement to reclaim our economy and democracy from the moneyed interests that have a choke hold on it. Bernie is the voice of that movement — which gives his candidacy purpose and urgency. Hillary Clinton’s fundamental handicap is that her candidacy is about her. She is not leading a movement. Which leaves her candidacy with only one real purpose — to elect her. And in many people’s minds, at least at this point, that purpose doesn’t feel particularly urgent. What do you think?

(#2) I thought tonight’s debate (14 April 2016, NYC) between Bernie and Hillary Clinton was too belligerent on both sides. It’s understandable that both candidates would feel pressure to be more combative, but I worry that if this keeps up it will be harder for either’s supporters to enthusiastically unite behind the opponent as nominee just 90 days from now — when unity and enthusiasm will be essential in order to overcome a far greater Republican menace. What do you think?

MG,Jr. (a combined response, posted to #2):

Bernie or Bust. I’m done with being lesser-evilled into voting for corporate corruption as government.

HRC is a Republican to the right of Eisenhower disguised as a Democrat, and the DNC-controlled Democratic Party is just a name brand that long ago abandoned its once-core FDR principles. I haven’t.

As to DNC’s bogeyman of the “Republican menace,” let the DNC reap what it sowed for sabotaging Bernie every step of the way. They don’t care about the country, only about maintaining their positions getting slopped by the Big Money, and that would continue under President Trump (or Cruz, or Kasich) but not under President Bernie.

To HRC cultists, your denial of reality is purely selfish halo-polishing: if HRC is elected you will never notice (and take responsibility for) the damage she does, just as GWBush voters have never noticed his.

If the DNC & HRC cultists succeed in stopping our revolution with Bernie (this time), and demand we choose HRC’s smooth management of continuing corruption over Trump (or whoever’s) unleashing of chaos, then I abstain, and I accept that chaos may be what the country needs before it can wake up to reform and renewal. I will vote for any Democrat on my ballot only if they endorsed Bernie.

“I’d rather vote for what I want and not get it, than vote for what I don’t want and get it.”

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