It is Sunday evening at the cottage; the floodlights just got turned on so I can look at the creek as I write. An other worldly fog hung about the creek this morning as I rose early to prepare for doing coffee hour after the 10:30 service at Christ Church. About every six weeks I do one and it always is comforting to me, a bit like throwing a small party [which everyone who knows me, knows I like to do every now and again].
Friday, Donald J Trump became the 45th President of the United States. As unlikely a thought as it might have been a year ago, it is now our reality. My best friend from high school, Tom Fudali, and still one of the dearest people on earth to me, said tonight when we were chatting: we own him. He IS our President. So, he is.
Mine eyes dazzle…
Like doing coffee hour at church today, I have found myself in doing things that make me feel cozy. Right now, while looking at my creek, Ella Fitzgerald is singing the great American songbook. There is a fire in the Franklin Stove.
It is my intent, going forward to embrace hygge. Now what the hell is that you are asking. It began to surface just a few weeks before the election and there have been a number of articles since the election about hygge.
It’s a Nordic word for living a cozy life. And if ever there was a time when I wanted to be living a cozy life it’s now. Recently, I find I am reading the Food Section of the New York Times before I look at the news. I think that’s hygge. By the way, it’s pronounced “hue-gah.”
It’s become a phenomenon in Britain. After all, they must deal with Brexit. We must deal with Trump. Seems to be a time for a little bit of hygge.
Which is why I am sitting here, a martini next to me, the lights on the creek, Ella Fitzgerald playing. How much more hygge could I be?
And that’s not the whole story, a retreat into comfort while the world is teetering. Away from hygge, is the fact I am becoming, more than I have ever been, an activist.
Yesterday, there were marches by women to protest the President’s questionable record of dealings with women. The women were joined by many men. Some of my friends went to New York and some went to Washington, DC. Me, I marched here in Hudson. It’s been a long time, maybe ever, that I could deal with the kind of crowds that were in New York or Washington or Sydney or…
So, I marched in Hudson. It was expected there would be about 200 or 250 people who would show up and it was more like a 1000 or 1200 and everyone was amazed. And that seems to be the story around the country, more showed up that were expected.
Donald Trump has disputed the numbers who showed up for his inauguration. Sean Spicer has claimed the numbers were amazing but the facts don’t seem to cooperate that. Spicer gave “alternative facts” to the facts.
Do I feel I am living in an alternative reality? Oh, yes.
And in my time when I am not being an activist, I am determined to be very hygge. God knows I will need it. And I was doing hygge before hygge was fashionable.
Go, be hygge! And do not hygge so much you forget about what is going on…
Letter From Claverack 01 29 2017 The Game is afoot…
January 30, 2017It is a little past seven at the cottage; the weekend is winding down, “Swing Jazz” is the Amazon music station playing. Marcel, Lionel and Pierre’s poodle, is situated comfortably on the couch, looking at the door to see when they will return, which will be in a few days. The flood lights illuminate the creek and I am at the freshly polished dining room table, writing.
It’s the end of a good weekend, mostly very “hygge.” [Pronounced hoo-ga, it’s Danish for living a cozy life.] And it’s been a cozy weekend. Young Nick has returned from his walkabout and came over Friday afternoon and helped me prepare for what turned out to be a most excellent dinner party.
Saturday was cleaning up and being domestic, a solo lunch at the Dot, dinner with Lionel and Pierre at their house, home to sleep.
But all the hygge in my life has been overshadowed and squeezed by the events in the world around me. President Trump has been issuing Executive Orders to his heart’s content. They feel a bit like Imperial Edicts. Do this. Ban that. It’s been stunning. And equally stunning is the response of the American public.
When he banned individuals from seven countries, all primarily Muslim, from entering the United States, hordes of lawyers went to airports and became filing appeals, sitting on the floor in the terminals, laptops plugged into whatever outlet could be found.
It made me proud.
At those same airports, crowds appeared. At JFK, several New York Congressmen were there, attempting to help. One quarantined gentleman was an Iraqi citizen who was on his way to the US because he had been an interpreter for our soldiers and his life was in danger. Thankfully, he was released.
People with green cards are in limbo, depending on the airport they flew into. Federal Judges are ordering limits on Trump’s ruling and some officials are ignoring them.
Excuse me, what? What?
Heads are spinning.
Steve Bannon, Trump’s chief political operative, has been given a seat on the National Security Council while the Chairman of the Joint Chief of Staffs and the Director of National Intelligence have been demoted.
What? What?
In the morning now, I get up, make my coffee and call my Senators and my Representative in Congress and tomorrow I don’t know what issue to focus on. There are so many.
A relative sent me a clip of a State of the Union Address given by Bill Clinton, in which he talked about the dangers of illegal immigration. The headline before the clip was “The hypocrisy of liberals!”
Well, really, hypocrisy? Take a look at this article. Mike Pence opposed what Trump has done and now is praising it. Is that not hypocrisy? Political opportunism?
Immigration has been an issue ever since we stopped accepting just about everybody. Don’t know about you, but I’m here, an American citizen, because my great grandparents came over from Germany and settled in Minnesota. Back then, almost everyone was taken in. [Though my great grandparents arrived in First Class so they didn’t have to go through the indignities of Ellis Island.]
Then it changed and immigration has been an issue ever since. Okay, I get that. And what President Trump has done is unprecedented. His list of excluded countries does not include Saudi Arabia from which came many of the 9/11 hijackers. It does not exclude Pakistan, one of whose citizens was part of the Riverside massacre. It’s a bit bewildering. The banned countries have barely contributed to the numbers who have died from terrorist acts in the US.
And, amazingly, it appears the list was compiled during the Obama Administration but never activated. Boggles the mind.
Not even during Viet Nam was I this agitated. Agitated does not describe my mood when I am not working very hard at hygge.
In an article I scanned two days ago, it speculated that Trump may be to Millennials what Viet Nam was to my generation, a catalytic event.
You see, there is a movement to stop abortions. There is a generation of young women who have grown up believing they had the right of choice. Now some people want to take that it away from them. No, not happy. And abortions have been decreasing and in 2014 were the lowest since 1973.
There are young people who are in college whose friends are in limbo because they come from one of the banned countries and went home over winter break and may not be able to come back despite having valid visas.
And there are people like me, a Baby Boomer grown old, who is incensed in a way I have not been for god alone knows how many years. The protests will not stop. They will not go away. The country is fired up in a way that hasn’t been seen since Viet Nam.
Wow! The games have begun.
To be completely clear, I am one of the founders of Blue DOT [Democracy Opposing Trump] Hudson Indivisible. It is my time of being an activist. This Presidency must be opposed. It is divisive. It is immoral. It has in its first week demonstrated a willingness to flaunt conventional order.
Tomorrow I am calling the office of John McCain and Lindsey Graham who are opposing Trump to thank them for their efforts. We are all in for a rocky ride and maybe this was a good thing to happen.
The Left is galvanized the way the Right was when Obama was elected and already seems, and I hope it continues, to be more emphatic than the Tea Party movement.
The game is afoot…
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