You out of luck today. Banks closed.

[Yesterday was Columbus Day, although today is the national holiday. As it is today that the banks are closed, it is all together fitting and appropriate to remind people why we do this… to give bankers 3-day weekends :-)]

In 1961, the humorist Stan Freberg issued Volume 1 of The United States of America, a musical telling of the founding of America through the Battle of Yorktown (Volume 2 goes through the end of World War I (“They’ll never be another war…”)). The first scene on Volume 1 relates the story of how the Indians discovered Columbus. As today is Columbus Day, I present a transcription of the scene:

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Ruminations on Dr. MLK Day

Back in July, we visited the “MLK Museum” (oops) “The National Civil Rights Museum” in Memphis, TN. When we were there we met a woman protesting the museum. Her point, as I remember it, was that Dr. King would not have wanted that museum–he would have wanted the funds used to help the poor, and to fight racism in this country.

I thought about this today, on the day in memory of Dr. King. On Yom Kippur morning, we read from the book of Isaiah:

Is this the fast I look for? A day of self-affliction? Bowing your head like a reed, and covering yourself with sackcloth and ashes? Is this what you call a fast, a day acceptable to the Lord? Is not this the fast I look for: to unlock the shackles of injustice, to undo the fetters of bondage, to let the oppressed go free, and to break every cruel chain? Is it not to share your bread with the hungry, and to bring the homeless poor into your house? When you see the naked, to clothe them, and to never hid yourself from your own kin?

So, in that spirit? Is this the holiday Dr. King would have wanted? Would a man who fought so hard for the rights of children to attend school want a day where children don’t learn (i.e., no school)? Would Dr. King want a day of commercialism, of marketing.

Would Dr. King rather this day be spent fighting the racism that still exists in this county? Yes, we may elect a black as president, but that doesn’t mean we aren’t racist or phobic to those that are different. Dr. King would want us to be fighting stereotypical profiling. All hispanics are not illegal. All islamics are not terrorists. Those in same-sex relationships or myriad other structures should have equal rights and equal access to services. It is a civil rights issue.

Would Dr. King want this day to be spent shopping at sales on a day off? Or would he rather have people working to fight economic poverty. Immigrants often come here for better economic times. So why aren’t we fighting illegal immigration by helping fight poverty throughout the world? Why aren’t we taking this day to do what we can to make the world a better place.

Dr. King fought with the power of words, not fists. We need to look at our words closely, and eliminate the pejorative. Why is “immigrant” a negative thing? Why doesn’t this country have a day that celebrates the contribution of the immigrant to our culture, to show the value of the immigrant. As Peter, Paul, & Mary sang:

Listen, Mr. Bigot, listen to me, I’ll give you a lesson in history
Listen while I tell you that the foreigners you hate
Are the very same people made America great.
Oh listen Mr. Bigot, uh-huh…listen Mr. Bigot

In 1492, just to see what he could see
Columbus, who was an Italian set out across the sea
He said “Isabella, baby, the world is round
And the USA’s just awaitin’ to be found.”

Well when the King of England started pushin’ Yanks around
They had a little trouble up in Boston town
But a brave, black, Crispus Attucks was the man
The first one to fall when the fightin’ began.

Now Bigot, you’re taking one hell of a chance
Your good friends the Duponts, came over from France
Another thing I’m sure will be news to you
The first Mr. Bigot was a foreigner too.

You don’t like blacks, you don’t like jews
Well if there’s anyone you do like, it sure is news
You don’t like Poles, Hispanics too
Anyway they serve you up, we don’t like you

So, if you are going to honor the memory of Dr. King, observe the day as he would want.

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What do you mean you cooked the turkey, Charlie?

I can’t believe I forgot to post this on Thursday. I’ll have to blame it on age and CRS disease. I hope that everyone enjoyed their roast eagle, with all the trimmings:

Take an Indian To Lunch

Take an Indian to lunch this week
Show him we’re a regular bunch this week
Show him we’re as liberal as can be
Let him know he’s almost as good as we

Make a feathered friend feel fed this week
Overlook the fact he’s red this week
Let him share our Quaker Oats
‘Cause he’s useful when he votes
Take an Indian to lunch

Two, four, six, eight, who do we tolerate
Indians, Indians, rah; rah; rah

Take an Indian to lunch this week
Let him sit right down and munch this week
Let’s give in and all do the brotherhood bit
Just make sure we don’t make a habit of it

Take an Indian to dine this week
Show him we don’t draw the line this week
We know everyone can’t be
As American as we
(After all, we came over on the Mayflower)
Take an Indian
(Not a wooden Indian)
But a real, live Indian
To lunch!

The Luncheon Under The Trees

Narrator: Needless to say, the luncheon there under the trees was a great success, and a good time was had by Puritan and Indian alike. Everything came off beautifully with the exception of one minor catastrophe.

Mayor: What do you mean you cooked the turkey, Charlie?
Charlie: Well, I cooked the turkey, that’s all.
Mayor: You put our national bird in the oven. Is that correct?
Charlie: Yeah, well I, uh …
Mayor: And all of us had our mouths set for roast eagle with all the trimmings.
Charlie: Yeah, well I, uh …
Mayor: You did a thing like that?
Charlie: Well, the two birds were lying there side by side.
Mayor: The *turkey* was for the centerpiece, Charlie, I mean …
Charlie: Well, they looked so much alike that I, uh …
Mayor: Well, we blew it now. They’re all sitting down at the tables out there.
Charlie: Yeah, yeah.
Mayor: … starting on their little nut cups already. Just have to switch the birds, that’s all.
Charlie: Yeah, well …
Mayor: Serve them turkey instead of eagle. But it’s kinda scrawny-lookin’, isn’t it?
Charlie: Yeah, well I thought I’d stuff some old bread in it and make it look a little fatter.
Mayor: You do that, OK?

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Veterans Day

Today is Veterans Day. As is common on this day, we think about the soldiers who died in the fields, as well as those serving out in harm’s way. But we should remember that is not all of our armed forces. I know. I work daily with the men and women of the U.S. Air Force who provide support from here at home to the warfighter overseas. Their contribution to our armed forces is just as important as those in danger. They help acquire the systems that make the warfighters’ jobs possible. They provide the back-home logistics support. They ensure that the families at home get what they need to provide the emotional support to those deployed. So when we thank the men and women in the uniformed services, let’s not forget those providing the support. They are veterans too, and they also serve the country. I am proud to work with them.

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