Monday, December 24, 2012

Born to us in the City of David ...

Christmas greeting:  May the peace which passeth all understanding be with you this Christmas season. 
 
Meditation on the Advent of Our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.
 
The animals of the stable being just themselves provided by expiration a warming house for the new arrival. 
 
By being present spiritually in the moment of arrival at the manger, our hearts will be open to love and the love of a God who sent into the world his one true Son to live, suffer, and to die as one of us. 
 
Remember in the instant of the incarnation that God, whose righteousness is the righteousness that matters, underscored in the humbleness of the manger the manner in which he would become for we humans the certainty of the God of Promises and Fulfillment. The Good News of liberation from sin and a new relationship for humankind with the God of love would await the Resurrection (Easter) and Pentecost, but we who live now some 200 generations later have yet to accept fully the gift of eternal life. 
 
Christmas wish: Here's to a closer walk with Thee in 2013!   Bless you all, the great and small, the strong and the weak, who in relationship with God can only become a fully realized human self.   
 
RJH.  Christmas eve, 2012.

Thursday, December 20, 2012

Time for Us All to Permit Serious Consideration of Gun Control

Some perpetrators are convinced of their victimhood and society’s injustices, or rather specifically that of his or her parent's or care provider's. The recent episode of school site violence, murder, and mayhem in Newtown, Connecticut comes to mind. Indeed, there is a separation in society over the review of what went wrong in the life of the particular perpetrator that led to the evil he did do and to innocent children too. Since he took his own life, one understands he did not except himself from consequence for his action (but nevertheless he escaped prosecution and state punishment of his crimes).

Justice in our society leads to punishment for wrongdoing and loss of personal freedom for the perpetrator. Two or three possible instances arise in society for a person at issue: (1) one whose conduct is adjudged criminal conduct, or (2) in exceptional cases one whose criminal conduct is adjudged that of a debased person (adjudged one who has a psychotic or sociopathic proclivity to violence or predatory acts), and (3) in some rarer instances to a separation from reality of one whose senses were deluded and had no cognizance of the actual evil perpetrated by one’s conduct on the welfare of another person (stuck a knife in a pumpkin which was actually another’s head).

The actual work of safeguarding others from the criminal conduct of such persons is thankless and arduous. The work of public defenders is absolutely without its due credit for justice requires the defense of the accused or one the subject of state due process (i.e. one to be adjudged criminally insane). The work is sometimes ineffective (given the tendency of such persons to recidivism after and during incarceration or “treatment” programs).

The law has failed, the human has failed, and we have failed with each light that is extinguished by the perverse perceptions of those who suffer self-pity instead of asking like you and me what is required but to do the loving thing, the respectful thing, and the honorable thing when we suffer adversity.

Let government speak and act to preserve us all, but also treat with dignity and justice the least of us: the pedophile, the rapist, the violent criminal, the psychotic and sociopathic mentally ill, and all those who play by a different set of rules (inclusive even of white collar criminals tending toward the sociopathic comes to mind).

Our society must govern itself (mostly by individual self government) and therefore must also provide accountability, consequence, and restraint of the evil doers by due process of law. That's what is required to procure a civilized society! In a democracy, we must require of our government its lawful pursuit of evil doers.

Accountability which does concern us all is that which arises in the long shadow cast by tragedy. At least for those of personal honesty and integrity who step out of the shadow to ask what may I do this day to provide for a different future for the survivors of the tragedy. For those who exercise the right to bear arms, the accountability is even a greater requirement of a person when the arms in the hands of perpetrators results in the death of innocent children.

I ask the second amendment advocates not to except themselves from this extremely serious discourse on remediation of evil by changes in societal regulation and control of the sale and licensing of fire arms. This includes the consequence of forfeiture of property for one’s failure to keep the fire arms from use in criminal conduct results.

Light the candle of accountability and keep it lit.





Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Extraordinary Courage to Live One's Life Out is Required

Journey’s end, victory 1945


Words surely not escaping her,
That dying, not living, is due,
The martyr whispers to herself:
“Thy calm be mine, Lord."

“And not the stillness of my youth,
When dried eyed, I once stated
A valiant desire to overcome
The dread of my life ending."

A soldier they say knows for him,
When other survivors chide sore,
That of him more living is required:
“Moving on takes utmost valor."

"I now must redefine valor
As living life as life requires.
If I otherwise limit valor’s use,
Futile will be a comrade’s death."

And so we too journey onward
By way of inns and taverns
In which the talk of the place
Is of war’s end and a trite peace.

Someone must pay the costs,
Others redeem the prize.
One claims the laurel wreath
Which crowns the victor’s head.

Hitler at the end of his Reich
Safe for the moment in his hole
Puts his pistol to his mouth
And silences his dictator.

And to whom does solace fall
In the ruins of Berlin and Tokyo
If not in the camps in which lie
The brutalized, the maimed, the live.

To a blind and palsied crone,
Adrift at life's end, marooned,
Left with no family or friends,
As her lips quiver in thanks.

Holding her, skin withered,
Tendons bare on bone, rank,
In a harshness of unkind light,
For us, life, like peace, grows dear.


by Richard J. Hilber.

Published by Fairmount Avenue UMC
in its 2012 Advent Meditation Reader.




Saturday, December 1, 2012

Sainthood for Dorothy Day

A conservative Roman Catholic Cardinal Dolan of New York is in the news today on public radio for furthering the canonization process for Dorothy Day, founder of the Catholic Worker Society (see NYT link below to its story of the news about Dolan on November 27, 2012).  One is reminded of widening turns of the gyre and how Dolan's endorsement can come to be given the penchant of Dorothy Day for a knowing love of her Church:

"I loved the Church for Christ made visible.  Not for itself, because it was so often a scandal to me.  Romano Guardine said the Church is the cross on which Christ was crucified.  One could not separate Christ from His cross, and one must live in a state of permanent dissatisfaction with the Church,"

Dorothy Day in The Long Loneliness at pgs 149-150.  Day was during her lifetime “notorious” for her pacifism and social revolutionary positions and efforts.  Her devotion to her Catholic faith led to a growing commitment to the poor and disenfranchised.   The Social Gospel proponents, of which I believe I am one, see in her the very onus of faith in a loving God and the second half of the Great Commandment.  Read her story in her autobiography, The Long Loneliness, published in 1952 by Harper and Row.  Day in a postscript to her story wrote:

"We cannot love God unless we love each other, to love we must know each other.  We know Him in the breaking of the bread, and we know each other in the breaking of the bread, and we are not alone any more.  Heaven is a banquet and life is a banquet, too, even with a crust, where there is companionship."

(Id. at p. 285).  To her credit and the gift of a subscription to the Catholic Worker newspaper,, as a young man I found no inspiration in the materialist social revolutionaries who would, being falsely radical would supplant one tyranny for another such as had happened in the communist and atheist ascendancy in Russia of the Bolsheviks and its movement's decay into Stalinism.   I was bent on pacifism and rejection of the Viet Nam War as a solution to imbalances in power and wealth.  War like capitalism or communism were only symptoms of the great soul sickness of the human race without any reliance on God and the Law of Love.  

Even today, communists in Red China who have embraced capitalism have proven that wrong turns by materialistic socialism are a sad and dangerous human legacy in a toxic elixir of statism, atheism, and materialism.  Pundits of capitalism love to deride socialism as the enemy while failing to mention capitalism's decay inherent in its daliances with statism (fascists and nazi movements) and capitalism's love affair with the atheism of Ayn Rand and her enshrinement of selfishness as a virtue upon which to build wealth, as opposed to creating a just and loving community.  Dorothy Day stands in stark contrast to the worship of Mammon by modern day capitalists and the wreckage and carnage left in the wake of unbridled capitalism, rampant poverty and disease with endless wars to perpetuate exploitation of the wealth of the planet for the aggrandizement of the rich and the powerful. 

The real revolution is the one that happens inside the human heart when nihilism or materialism are overthrown in favor of governance by the Great Commandment to love God and neighbor.  Humankind's search for meaning can be resolved in favor of a God of Love, a Spirit of Compassion, and Adoration of Author God of the Creation.  So when I say Dorothy Day understood that dynamic for real change, the evidence of her life time commitment survives her and is a standing legacy to her God and to her convictions as well.   

Her conversion to Catholicism occurred after an earlier time in her life when she was secular and materialistic, and even resorted to abortion.  Her life parallels in more than one sense with her contemporary, Thomas Merton of Gethsemane Monastery of Kentucky.  When she later was able to bear a child, it was after she had the spiritual resources and reliance on God’s restorative grace which is available to all.

On a personal note, today, I received by this news (at least news to me) the strongest possible incentive in my recent embrace of the Roman Catholic Church.  If Dorothy Day could live a life of devotion to God and the imperative to love God and neighbor within the Church, well then I can too. 

I have lived decades in the wilderness, in exile really, as a rebel, and only now discover my rebellion ultimately can not be against a Church that stands with the poor and the disenfranchised and as well stands with the advocate of social conscience, persons such as Dorothy Day. 

My personal affront to God was that at times in my life I did turn away from dependence, trust, and reliance on God and surrender to his Divine Will for us.  If God wills, I recommit myself to a life of service to my fellow man and to do this as a reclaimed son of the Church. 

See the New York Times (NYT) article online at http://www.nytimes.com/2012/11/27/nyregion/sainthood-for-dorothy-day-has-unexpected-champion-in-cardinal-timothy-dolan.html?pagewanted=all.

A Prayer for the Canonization of Servant of God Dorothy Day is available online and directly from this publisher:

Claretian Publications

205 W. Monroe St., Chicago, IL 60606

312-236-7782 ext. 474



Friday, November 16, 2012

Thank you for your service.

Thank you, all who have served in the military,including my niece Tara, my brothers Joe, Tony and Bernard, nephews Sean and David. National Guard, Army, Navy, Marine Corps, Coast Guard have been well served by you all.

God bless you and your loved ones always and make you all safe in his care.

The nobility of service to one's country is beyond the means of words to say, but all you who have served in the military must know this and believe it to be absolutely true, a truth of the heart without contradiction or the palaver of politics.

For those of us who did not serve in the military, we of course are and ever will be in your debt.

Thank you.

Rick Hilber, Veterans Day, 2012.

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

The Beloved of the Earth

The Beloved of The Earth


I see you Father at hand here
In the irridescence of this wash.
Father, creator God of all,
Spirit of the Irridescence, purify me.
As I splash water onto my face,
Your love song is stirring me.

Do share with me your moment’s delight,
Your timeless and untiring dismay
At the awakening of your Beloved,
The One who is resplendent,
Resplendent in all Her facets:
The dark contours of Her vales,
The shimmering of Her streams, and
The hoisting canopies of Her trees.

Beloved One awaken to me too,
So that We may celebrate together
Your gift to me of yet another day.

May all who bask in the dawn
Now sing too in praise of You
At the return of this, the light of day.

Provide nurture for all your creatures
In their time each dependent upon You.
May they do always, as we do now,
Continue onward in praise of You.

Each song of ours is lesser
Than that of bird calls, whoops, and wails,
Less too than the budding color of flowers;
Yet teach us how to praise You
Better than to sing wordy anthems.

Mother God,
God of First Peoples,
Permit us to be deserving,
Of this place we call home.

May the people of all nations
Care first for you our common Mother,
Whose care for us is at best
The key to peace and understanding
And the purpose of our being.

Let our care of Her be always
Our humble prayer of praise
To You the Father God of All.

© 2012 by Richard J. Hilber. All rights reserved.

Author Note.  The following poem I composed this morning
to honor my ancestor Marguerite, daughter of the Algonquin Nation. RJH.


Saturday, November 3, 2012

Marriage Amendment in Minnesota is an Abomination which All should oppose



I have voiced opposition to amending the Minnesota Constitution to prohibit same sex marriages prior to today's blog (see this blog for the entry of November 11, 2011).  In good conscience and after much soul searching, I oppose this so called Marriage Amendment as ill conceived and mischievous in its intent and dishonest in terms of the discussions which we the people of Minnesota actually need to have (in our families, in our religious bodies, and in our legislature about laws affording safe haven for the child). 

Is this amendment really about values or clarification of values by citizens?  That it serve such a purpose is a bit of a stretch.  Why?

Because it is about an exclusion of minority of persons being excluded from the benefits and sanctions of marriage if the two persons to be married be of the same gender. 

Because if this is about the child, then tax advantage should go to the parent, parents, or foster parents who provide housing, clothing, food, and nurturance (inclusive of course of education), not just to those who happen to fit Minnesota's current legal definition of marriage as between persons of the opposite sex. 

Because if this is about procreation as a sanction of the human sex act, give everyone a free pass.  There is a slight correlation under the best of circumstances for that portion of matching periods of fertility of male and female egg and sperm donors.  Donors?  Yes, a homosexual couple can have a fertilization occur to procure the birth of a live child.  Go figure.

Because if I opposed this amendment on religious grounds, it would be to say that I think homosexual couples may not covenant with God (or the Divine Sacred) to be faithful and exclusive in their sexual and whole life commitment to one another.  That's a tad bit presumptuous for me to assert over another fellow human being to say the least, since I'm not God.  In terms of retarding sexually transmitted disease that would be a truly moral outcome of legitimizing same sex marriage, not banning it.

Yet, I'd like to argue for the moral law of tradition, but while that informs public policy and debate, it is most helpful when identifying the sins, omissions and commissions, which offend God.  I'd also like to say that if the State were to back off in sanctioning any marriage, it'd be more to the point of libertarian views of gun ownership, abortion, and de-regulation in general.  Maybe that is where this is going.  Not today.  Why?  Because this proposed amendment is not addressing that issue. 

Finally, I for one believe that the atheists, secularists, as well as Hindu, Christian, Jew, and Moslem traditionalists under our Federal Constitution can sanction which marriages shall be blessed and even to be encouraged by religion.  That's a different argument and again for a different day (and audience).

We should all regret the expenditure of public funds, private donations, and rancor this proposed amendment has elicited.  Ill conceived and unwarranted.  The Republican Legislature of Minnesota should be embarrassed to say it emanated from its "wisdom."

Friday, November 2, 2012

John Wesley on Guidance to the Voter

John Wesley’s Voting Advice




“I met those of our society who had votes in the ensuing election, and advised them:



1. To vote, without fee or reward, for the person they judged most worthy:



2. To speak no evil of the person they voted against: And,



3. To take care their spirits were not sharpened against those that voted on the other side.”



~ John Wesley, October 6, 1774

Sunday, October 21, 2012

Requiescat in pacem, Dear Sister.

A Prayer for Brothers and Sisters

Eldest:
My Lord and My Savior;
I give you my heart and soul.
Youngest:
Sacred Heart of Jesus,
I place my trust in thee.
Second Eldest:
Help us children of parents, (living or +dead)
_______________ and ______________,
Always to do Thy will.
Second Youngest:
Welcome into Thy arms our
 (+brother, +sister) ________________
Who like we ___________ (number of siblings)
Came on this Earth,
So as to learn to rely on Thee.
Middle Child:
Dear Lord,
Hold all my brothers and sisters
In this life in the palm of  Thy hand.
As each of us should persist in this world,
Help us to grow in understanding
That we are each at best
But children of God
Intended only for Thee.
Unison Prayer of the Surviving Siblings:
We accept we are here but a short time
And then soon to leave this planet Earth.
Here but to learn to experience your love
And in small and subtle ways
That will permit us to walk into the light
Of your divine presence; and
So that we may one day rejoin our parents,
(+)_____________ and  (+)______________,
And our sister(s) +___________ (and +___________),
And our brother(s) +__________ (and +___________).
Amen.

©2012 by Richard J. Hilber.  All rights reserved.

Note to my readers.  This prayer was composed for my own brothers and sisters to be read graveside at the burial of our first born sister.  Whether you have brother or sister, this prayer is for you who survive and wish to understand the significance in part of of the passing of a brother or sister, beloved or not.  What is required of us as Christians is that we understand the Divine Intent that we one day come home to dwell with God where we his children come to live in the House of the Lord.  Anyone who uses this prayer, even the final segment uses it with my permission who wishes at a minimum to understand the mystery of God's love and desire of us that we come home at last to where we are from, God.  I also accept that not everyone has the wealth of good feeling for family that has been my blessing in life; and in truth in many instances by the grace of God that feeling has proven true inspite of the harshness and failures at times along the way of myself and others. 

A Work Day Tea Time Prayer - Poem for the Day Selection

A Work Day
Tea Time Prayer

My chastised will
By worries is beset.

So let me sip this tea
As if a hint of Thee.

May its charm
Be you of me.

In the moment now
Your calm be mine.

My hastened heart
Yet stills for Thee.



©2012 by Richard J. Hilber.

All rights reserved.

Note to my readers:  This is a composition that fits on the back of a business card.  Used for that purpose, my blog readers have my consent to its use.  Also, for those who puzzle over language, just one question for reflection: when is a noun not a noun?  Answer:  When it's a verb (or an adjective or an adverb).



Friday, October 19, 2012

Meditation on Psalm 22


1. When we rely upon our God, he is our shield and our sword, our protector and provider of our necessaries in this life.

2. When we suffer adversity, whether publicized or not, we are left open to scorn and contempt for we sing the praises of our God who has supplied us with no good things, just the exact opposite. Our enemies lord it over us and our bodies betray us. Worse yet we appear not only to those who hold us in contempt but to our very selves to have been abandoned by our God.

3. In the extremity of the moment, when all seems lost, literally dying, our bodies are broken upon the ground, and about us the jackals menace as they encircle us and at any moment will move in for the final kill, do we at that moment abandon our dependence on our God of mercy and rescue?

4. The very direness of one’s predicament is the exact moment of peril. The very stays which keep us erect and in our traces are kicked away. Our weakened heart and other muscles can not keep the gantry of our spine, hips, and femurs stacked upon the knees in line and erect to fend off our enemies.

5. Do we have the great good sense to complain to God, to let him know his presence is needed, and right this moment?

6. When the moment passes and we have not been rescued but we still cling to life, what then? Is it then that we succumb and trust only in God?

7. Reminds me of my older brothers wrestling me to the floor and putting me in the hammer lock and saying: “Do you give?” and then after really putting their full mass behind the maneuver, “How about now; do you give now?”

8. Should we be grateful to God for beating us down from our station in life, a time at which we had the reputation for strength, endurance, and confidence that we were the child and children of a beneficent God?

9. Isn’t it true that when we are broken down and emptied out, we want to say to God, “Why this is just absurd. I must have done something to deserve this. And maybe I did get a little too comfortable in my skin and a little cocky and less dependent on God.”

10. Lip service to God is best defined as praising God when the lights are on and we have our good name and reputation, our friends, and our collaborators, all of which keeps us erect like the very sinews and muscles of the body itself.

11. The test of our hope in salvation comes in how we respond to abnegation, despair, and defeat. Are we truly defeated? What would change that outcome?

12. Having a good attitude seems just a wee bit trite! Like telling a cancer victim in stage 4 to just buck up and think happy thoughts.

13. Real trust in God is called for. Our actual acquiescence in his governance over us and the entirety of creation is required.

14. Is this different than fatalism? Yes, because in order to experience eternal life as Christians we have to live, suffer, and die as He did. We have to take up our cross and any other burdens placed upon us. We have to look death in the eye and not flinch. We know Our Lord did it; and he expects of us the same, and in his stead, and in his quest for everyone who seeks victory who can take the abuse that results of loving the gift of life on this Earth, what should be an earthly paradise.

RJH. Wednesday, October 3, 2012. Revised slightly on Saturday, October 13, 2012.

Friday, September 28, 2012

Kindness of One Set in His Ways


Kindness of One Set in His Ways

His life back then lay in the classless,
Wide open spaces of countryside,
Monitoring his Hawk's Nest line.

I’d had the parent teacher conference
And the heart to heart talk with him
But it all had come to the same end.

Which is not to say that he was wrong.
This boy already doing a man’s work,
Walked his lines to set his traps with bait.

He’s the one that guffawed aloud
When I said we’d conjugate the verb “to be.”
“I am, you are, out of your everloven mind.”

I sent the lankey blue jean wearing teen out
To report to the principal’s office, and
Then heard over the intercom a call myself.

I headed out the door to the hospital
Trying to hoof it there on foot
So as to be there when the baby came.

Though already in the street AWOL,
He offered me a ride to the hospital.
I took it sheepishly and said "Thanks."

The pickup passenger seat was catch-all,
With oil rags on the floor, cassette music -
Of Johnny Cash (“I Walk the Line” of course).

He’d heard I was on the way to the hospital;
So he set off right away having thrown
His Sears catalog down between my legs.

His passenger door handle was missing
And the upholstery had a vague scent
Of skunk and tobac juice cologne.

It’s a hoot now to think he’d escorted
His teacher of conjugation on his way
To "Teache's" daughter’s birthing.

Though each his own line of work,
We only intersected  the other at the bait
Of  what in life is necessary and true.

But the smirk on his face told me
He really did get it, this man thing,
This comfort of being in one's own boots.

© 2012 by Richard J. Hilber.
All rights reserved.

Friday, July 27, 2012

Setting the Stage for the Single Most Difficult Truth of Minnesota’s Role in Genocide.

 Year of the Dakota Series.

Setting the Stage for the Single Most Difficult Truth of Minnesota’s Role in Genocide

by Richard J. Hilber, J.D.

In the history of Minnesota Territory and its precursors, the Wisconsin Territory, and the old Northwest Territory, there was the slow westward expansion of European occupancy of what formerly were areas inhabited by only aboriginal peoples. This expansion was at first slight and incidental to the fur trade as European traders came into the area and brought goods to trade with Indians and over time with metis (hereafter referenced as a people as Metis) who did the trapping and skinning.

When the United States decided to exert territorial authority in these trade years, it was to push out Canadian or British traders and trade companies to the benefit of the American fur trade. Land purchased for the siting of Fort St. Anthony at the confluence of the Minnesota and Mississippi Rivers did not represent in any way a surrender of the Indian people then or even later with the establishment of the fort, which after its establishment was renamed Fort Snelling after the U.S. Army officer who had spearheaded its completion, Josiah Snelling.

American traders wanted to exploit the Indian and Metis trappers and traders and not have to compete with foreign influence. So long as the Metis sent pelts south to American traders they were a welcome and already existent means to an ends as the Metis spoke the languages of the Indian peoples and knew how to bring in the furs. With the extension of credit many of the Indians and Metis became debtors to American traders who in turn were debtors to Eastern investors and fur trade company owners.

Clearly the Indians knew the European settlement was moving toward their hunting grounds. Game became at times scarce and hunting parties had to go much farther afield, including the Great Plains for the buffalo hunt. This led to the American exploitation of the Sioux Indians.

Eastern missionaries also came to convert the Indians and to civilize them. The nominally Catholic Metis peoples for the most part resisted the Protestant missionary proselytizing while the Sioux when faced with starvation would adapt to white culture including religion and agriculture. The Indians though were also wary of settlers and former fur traders taking Indian land for farming and especially wary of the taking of trees. Both forestry and agriculture meant game suffered loss of habitat. Often the peace treaties preserved Indian rights to fish and to hunt the lands that were sold. This right of course had its limits as white settlers had to tolerate Indians taking fish and game and being in proximity to white settlers.

Another development is that the creditors of the Indians and Metis stood in the offing at treaty negotiation time but especially at time of distribution of payments to Indians so that the debts would be settled first with the remainder (which was either non-existant or slight) soon lost to the Indians who were short of foodstuffs with the exhaustion of the game.

The fur traders, such as Henry Hastings Sibley, who saw the end of a way of life in the 1840s and 1850s who had the capacity became speculators in land for resale to settlers. The pressure of settlement led to calls for settlement of the Indian problem by resettlement of Indians on reservations away from white settlement areas. But always the whites encroached on the land reserved for the Indians. Desperation due to loss of customary hunting life style and incipient starvation led to Indian conduct by some individuals that showed the deep hurt the Indian people had suffered in dealings with the American government.

By 1862 the Dakota War started with Indian warriors seeking to drive the settlers back from their Indian lands as land payments from the governmenthad long been delayed and unequal to the task of alleviating the starvation and poverty the Indian tribes were suffering. While racism had been minimal in fur trading days, the white settlers in large numbers called for removal or, even worse, extermination of the Indians as savages, or even less than human. Missionary attempts to convert savages into converts were considered foolhardy by many and with success came regret because the success that was possible would prove misguided in conception and execution.

The new State of Minnesota had not only to provide Union troops for the Civil War, it also had to raise brigades to pursue the Sioux. The arrestees included Indians who were not participants or even sympathizers with the Indian warriors who had started the war. Eventually, by Christmas 1862, President Lincoln had reviewed the cases and provided that only a limited number of Indians should be hung for evidence sufficient to convict them of atrocities such as murder and rape of the innocent. Among those convicted was Cut Nose who had led the Indian soldiers. Not present was Chief Little Crow. Little Crow was hunted for months thereafter. Eventually, he was shot and killed by a farmer who did not know whom he was shooting other than that he was shooting an Indian. The body of Little Crow was desecrated by whites in the aftermath. The enmity between the races was fixed except for those who by the grace of God rose above the enmity and chose God and his way forward encapsulated in his message of escape from cycles of violence and revenge, oppression and rebellion, which characterize the sad history of our common humanity.

The Author. Sunday, June 17, 2012.

Revised slightly, Friday, July 27, 2012. RJH.

Sunday, July 22, 2012

American Exceptionalism and Genocide

Year of the Dakota Series.

American Exceptionalism and Genocide

by Richard J. Hilber

     Recent history tracks fairly well what happens to those who participate in genocide, not in all cases though.  Historically, the destruction in the 16th Century of French Protestant (Huguenot) villages and villagers is just a footnote in the history of religious persecution.  The same of the continent wide genocide of aboriginal persons of the New World (1492 to present day Mexico).  It is said that Adolph Hitler admired the thoroughness of the United States government in the extermination of indigenous tribes (see unexpurgated versions of Mein Kempf by Adolph Hitler). 

     For those who care to see excavation of burial trenches in the aftermath of Balkan wars of the 1990s, there are scant news photographs.  It's unseemly afterall, these rank exposures of atrocities meant to remain buried and secret.  Any comfort that Americans might take that genocide would not and could not happen in this country is really what is at issue here in this writing.  One of the primary tenants of the religion which is American Exceptionalism is that we are a good and kindly nation of civilized persons. The argument is that we Americans are God's chosen people and therefore Manifest Desting even in its unseemly details is ordered by the Creator God.  Scary and an atrocious defamation of those of us who find the Creator God incapable of such machinations.

     Here in Minnesota this year, we are marking the one hundred fiftieth year since the Dakota War of 1862.  An insurrection among reservation Dakota peoples faced with starvation and betrayal by the United States Government.  Those rounded up in the aftermath of the insurrection for prosecution, execution, and removal from the State of Minnesota included even bands not participant in the insurrection and as well members of the bands who resisted inclusion as hostiles and helped White settlers escape to safety.  What resulted was a war of invasion into Dakota Territory into undeeded lands of the Lakota and Dakota peoples and subsequent genocide ordered by Governor Alexander Ramsey and Major General John Pope of the United States Army.  The primary event of genocide would occur in September 1863 in an area of nearby James River Valley in Dakota Territory, what is misnamed the Battle of White Stone Hill (not a battle really but rather a free fire killing zone on villagers at a rendezvous on the order of My Lai in Viet Nam in 1968).

     The United States and the States of Minnesota and North Dakota have covered up official acts of genocide for now on one hundred fifty years. Why is the trench of corpse remains not as of yet excavated? The White Stone Hill battleground is not yet still. The case for American exceptionalism is not yet dead. How can we fault a civilized Germany for condoning and participating in the genocide of Jews, Gypsys, Poles, and others? We as a nation do not have the clean hands to prosecute Serbian leaders and generals that we think we have (which is why in part we need an effective United Nations and international tribunals to try war criminals)!


     We Americans have no body count of those slain in the environs of White Stone Hill, Dakota Territory, September 1863. The military leader responsible for the slayings does not report the number of dead and dying in the ravine in which they were found the morning after the carnage on September 3, 1863. We have the general’s own report though of other related statistics and fair minded estimates (admittedly estimates). In so much as this general, General Alfred Sully, exaggerated his military exploits we supposedly would not mock him. After all, we all have to justify our positions of power and influence with our superiors.

     The problem for General Sully is that his superior, Major John Pope, late of the Army of the Potomac, had ordered the killing and destruction which by modern parlance constitutes genocide. So had the governor of the State of Minnesota, Governor Alexander Ramsey. The adjutant general of the State of Minnesota earlier in 1863 had published a bounty for each scalp brought in for redemption of any person of the tribes then found in Minnesota, twenty-five dollars at first with a larger bounty for a scalp supplied by one not in military pursuit of the primitives. Perhaps that concession was to prevent unjust enrichment for soldiers who received soldier’s pay, as they should only receive a slight reward for doing their duty and having the proof of it to supply. No questions asked about how the scalper had come by the scalp either (as in an atrocity in killing a woman, a child, a non-belligerent even, or what would otherwise be murder even if the killing of a belligerent formerly).

     The historical record available to lay persons such as myself includes General Sully’s own report to his superior officer. I did not know what to make of the numbers used in this report, but I have my reasons for making sense of them nevertheless. I do not want those who argue for American exceptionalism or for the depravities of Manifest Destiny to ever have sway in my country again. There will be those who say of me that I dwelt on the past and morbidly and for a disloyal purpose of impugning reputations of war heroes.  I'd say not, rather a purpose impugning an ignoble purpose in killing off native American primitives on federal land without the State of Minnesota and in land as of yet not conceded the federal government (the Yanktonais bands had made concessions of land way south on either side of the James River in an 1858 Treaty but had retained lands to the north in Dakota Territory which was just coming into being with Minnesota statehood in 1858).

     For starters, the general reports he had taken captives before the killing started as his superior indicated he should do. The number of possible hostiles among the one hundred twenty persons he captured was as low as twenty soldiers as the old chief expected he'd be considered a friendly and lacked the warriors to defend his tribe. The ratio of warrior soldiers in a healthy warlike band would suggest a higher number of warriors, as high as one to four. This will be important. Why? Because historians who venture a number of slain in the genocide at White Stone Hill settle on two hundred fifty persons (using the ratio than of about sixty warrior soldiers who died in the ravine with the elders, the pregnant, the women, the infirm, and the children). I hope for General Sully’s soul that there were sixty actual hostiles, and not just defenders of their kinfolk in that ravine. A military leader after all certainly deserves his defense if accused of atrocities in executing a just war (which begs the question of whether there was in fact a just war being conducted on non-belligerent tribes or even if belligerent in their homeland and on their hunting grounds).

     As I continue this analysis, I am quite sure that there were no hostiles present whatsoever in that ravine at White Stone Hill. We know according to the general’s report that some two hundred mounted soldiers accosted his Metis scout, one named Framboise, at the approach of Sully’s army. We know that these two hundred were alive the next day as the same force encountered and killed four of the general’s mounted troopers sent out to scour the area for possible hostiles that could hamper the general’s return back down to the Missouri River Valley. So far we have accounted for three hundred and twenty Lakota and Dakota persons of the rendezvous encampment at White Stone Hill (120 prisoners and 200 mounted warriors).

     Let’s say that the rendezvous villagers numbered the two hundred fifty slain additionally for a total of five hundred seventy persons. How much in foodstuffs would such a population need to survive for the one hundred eighty days of winter on the Missouri Coteau? Specious insight here is not helpful. Working backwards from the general’s own report of much dried buffalo meat he destroyed during the immediate days after the carnage, conservatively he reports over four hundred thousand pounds were destroyed. If all we have are five hundred seventy persons to feed, that would be about four pounds of meat per person per day (400,000 pounds divided by 570 persons by 180 days equals roughly 3.9 pounds of dried buffalo meat per person per day).

     Assuming of course that even though dried and prepared, the meat would have to be supplemented by other kills due to degradation of the supply over time. Most modern Americans would gag at eating four pounds of meat a day.  However, given the fact that the plains Indians were almost near dependent on the buffalo, it is more likely that the calculus is wrong. I believe the rendezvous was a rendezvous of Lakota and Dakota persons numbering twelve hundred persons with adequate food supplies for one hundred eighty days at two pounds per person (able body hunters eating more calories to bring in fresh kills through deepening snow being a factor in how few calories a woman or child could expect to consume).

     What other evidence supports my conclusion. The general reports he destroyed three hundred lodges at White Stone Hill encampment. Using the ratio soldiers (able bodied defenders) to other persons of four to one, the number of persons who lived in those destroyed lodges would be twelve hundred persons. Where does this leave the calculus of those killed in the genocidal attack on the village?

     The gross numbers are as follows: one hundred twenty prisoners (120) plus two hundred mounted soldiers reportedly threatening the general’s withdrawal from the Coteau (200) plus eight hundred eighty other persons (880) equals twelve hundred total persons in those lodges. The lodges however were likely to be tipi style lodges made out of buffalo hides and with lodge poles from the James River bottoms or perhaps the Missouri River bottoms. If one assumes that an extended family occupying a tipi is likely to be greater than four persons given the need for shelter out on the Great Plains and human warmth, the error if any here is that the lodge count should be much greater.

     We do know that the general in the waning twilight called it a day. Reports of friendly fire deaths increased as his troopers moved down the ravine into a crossfire from troopers on the other side. Supposedly, able bodied warriors and women without children made it out of the ravine in the cover of the dark. We also know that the travois left abandoned on the surrounding plains about White Stone Hill suggest an earlier exodus of persons from the encampment. Is it possible that some families would have decamped to some extent and fled before the arrival of the general’s main force which had to march some ten miles to disrupt decampment then in progress in time to destroy the persons there?

     I believe those least motivated to trust in the civilized conduct of invading troopers would be the eastern Dakota people as have been said to have encamped at White Stone Hill with Great Plains Dakota, Nakota, and Lakota bands. Their families had been decimated and relatives marched off on a death march from Fort Release to Fort Snelling and captured innocent soldiers prosecuted in drum head trials with some five hundred sentenced to death (assuming of course that some of those convicted were in fact criminals in conduct). These relatives included bands like the Sissiston and Wahpeton who had in large measure objected to the Mdewaketon and Wahpecute insurrection and even aided the settlers in seeking refuge from capture by the hostiles under Little Crow and Cut Nose.

     Back in December 1862, Abraham Lincoln after review of the 498 individual trial transcripts and 303 convictions, settled on about thirty nine or forty whose criminality had been sufficienty asserted (not proven) to warrant death by hanging during the extremities of the national crisis which was the Civil War. Using Lincoln’s calculus, that would be about one in twelve deserved the death penalty and for reasons other than actual proof of guilt (as a lawyer like Lincoln could easily assume should happen here given the volatility on the frontier from insurrections of tribal band members). Interestingly, decimating the war prisoners in retribution is almost ritualistic killing (here 40 of 498 is 1 in 12, while 40 of 303 is 1 in 8).

Does Lincoln's calculus aid us in understanding what hostiles might have been included among the Dakota at White Stone Hill in September 1863? It may have been the plan of the encampment that those eastern Dakota in flight from Minnesota's scalp hunters were being hosted in this encampment at White Stone Hill. Makes sense that some of these refugees included at least some actual hostiles. If so, were these guests encouraged and helped to make their escape first as the likely target of the military expedition now bent on execution of a mandate against those same Dakota refugees from retaliation back in Minnesota? I think it likely although it gives the benefit of a doubt that Sully and Sibley and Pope actually cared that actually fugitives from justice were being pursued. The orders to kill indigenous tribes was to safeguard the frontier from a repeat of the 1862 Minnesota Uprising. But here in Dakota Territory, the land was not as yet by treaty yielded by the tribes that lived and hunted there, and so "uprising" seems to be the wrong nomenclature.

     Using that Lincoln ratio (of one purported murder/rapist per twelve Dakota prisoners placed on drum head trial, about one to two hundred soldier warrior and possible other persons took flight from the encampment to safeguard the host bands from any violence that may result from harboring fugitives. Some might say that I attribute to the Lakota and Dakota leaders a nobility of spirit, both host leaders and guest leaders thinking for their own people. Lacking any other meaningful ratio, I conservatively estimate that one thousand non-fugitives were at this rendezvous encampment leaving eight hundred eighty persons in that ravine (120 prisoners taken before the onslaught according to the general's report). We know from the military report that some persons fled in the dark in the confusion created by troopers' crossfire.

     I believe that an honest seach for the bones of these victims of genocide should be officially conducted by the federal government and respective States.  The results I predict will neighbor in the area of seven hundred victims of genocide.  On my prejudice for honorable conduct on the part of the non-fugitives, one fourth hopefully were warrior soldiers who stayed to defend their women, children, and elders and if short of one fourth, then survivors crawled off into the brush to hopefully live and die another day.

Author’s Note. The numbers above are derived from the military report of General Alfred Sully except for the reports of the results of the drum head trials conducted by General Henry Hastings Sibley in 1862 and the thirty eight Dakota hung at Mankato, December 1862. See historical report on the Battle of Whitestone Hill written by George Kingsbury in History of Dakota Territory vol 1 pt 1 (Chicago: The S. J. Clarke Publishing Company, 1915), pgs. 289-290 and the same which contains General Alfred Sully’s actual words found at pgs. 293-294 of the same.

Friday, July 6, 2012

My Vote is for a Second Term for Peace and True Economic Recovery

Will the Arab Spring which is yet fast apace in Tunisia, Egypt, Libya, and Syria be allowed to degenerate into either Taliban style regimes or Iranian type clergy controlled states?   It's a new day in which the United States government presumably is busy behind the scenes procuring outcomes that are both secular and democratic (as opposed to radical and Islamic with proponents of sharia law in control).

I believe that the true Arab Spring would be the return of legitimate government and avoid decay into either despotism or chaos. In so far as new regimes succeed, the regard for the people as the first concern of those who come to power will be an essential marker of legitimacy. Such governments as reach maturity in their legitimacy and its limits will not necessarily be puppets of U.S. interests, but the U.S. will always serve its own interests well that is a respector of legitimate governments.

For an Obama Administration permitted a second term, the temptation will be to forward the interests of international corporations and property rights in Arab lands. For a Republican Administration, it will mean war for any Arab majority state which does not understand it must put minutes on the clock to establish its legitimacy by honoring contracts and continued exploitation of national wealth by international corporations.

The tough part for liberals like myself, is that the United States Government today is the handmaiden of an international economy controlled really by international corporations with little regard for world peace because of the play of the military-industrial complex in not just the United States, but the entire Western world.

A Democratic President by the way slows the growth of Red China's military ascendancy, while a Republican President will cultivate Red China as the enemy and procurer of yet new generations of armaments afforded by the middle class of America, the sleeping giant. The new arms race is underway, and the nuclear armageddon looms again. The armageddon is a fear the military industrial complex needs to put the middle class of America back in the manacles of false prosperity and strident unionism. The task of all war mongers is to put the sleeping middle class back to work.

The task of those who have a new envisioning would be to continue to demilitarize the world before it heats up again.  As the United States persists as the major beneficiary of arms sales, this vision will be billed as a pipe dream, especially by those with an income derivative of the military industrial complex.   The really creative resouceful administration for the United States would be the one that finds a new way forward.

Keep this nation strong, but do it by building an economy which is not premised on war, but on peace, and then keep the military capable and strong and responsive. Build treaty obligations for all nations and share the wealth of the planet with all the peoples of the Earth, our common home. I've never thought of myself as a Clintonian Democrat, but during William J. Clinton's Presidency, he proved the benefits of a growing the peace economy (although I do not want to get into all that he did foster). 

War and its speeded up degradation of the environment should be avoided.  What we need is a growth economy predicated on stopping the planet's degradation for the short term benefit of the wealthy of this earth (most of the wealthy being found in despots and capitalists in the extreme with no regard for high ethics which wealth requires of its possessors).  I call on the middle class and the youth of this country to foster true economic growth which regards the environment and people of the earth as the new predictor of the success of the United States of America as it continues to proclaim hope for all, and most especially a government of, by, and for the People.



Consequence of Violent Dissent for the Dakota.

Year of the Dakota Series.

Osama Bin Laden and Little Crow and the Consequence of Violent Dissent

[Originally published to this blog on May 2, 2011.   Slight alteration is provided to update the original essay and the changes are not noted.]

by Richard J. Hilber

Basic history for Minnesota starts with one published work.  I've read this excellent history of Minnesota's frontier and settlement days entitled North Country by Mary Wingert, published by the University of Minnesota Press in 2010. She writes of the pre-inception, inception, and infancy of Minnesota when its first inhabitants did as yet not think of themselves as Minnesotans. As I read this history I began to realize the focus on one seminal character in the basic conflict between aboriginal populations and the European settlers who would supplant them in the State.

This character was not one of the first to find himself in conflict with the Europeans who came into tribal regions to take possession and to remove native populations. He just happened to be a chief of the Mdewauketon band of the Dakota people, a chief who was manipulated by the agents of the United States who wanted concessions of his band during the pre-Civil War period.

With time and consequence of unfulfilled treaty obligations, Little Crow learned by experience the betrayal of his own people by his own hand because he had furthered relations with the United States and its agents. Faced with a crisis in his band for leadership of his people, he resolved to die if die he must. He took up a forsaken role as warrior and accepted that death was his lot as the leader of consequence of his people. He is remembered by history as the person who started the Dakota War of 1862, sometimes referred to as Little Crow's War.

I find that Little Crow is an important exemplar of the "lightness of being" I find in those who take responsibility for the community and its welfare. They expend all energies in doing what they regard as right for them to do in support of that community, and then when they realize the futility of their efforts resolve to trust in God to finish the unfinished work or in other words trust in the work being finished by other hands than his or her own hands.

As I have written earlier in this blog, the best example of this "lightness of being" is Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.  The two leaders are each of a different age and culture.  Because Little Crow trusted in his earlier conditioning as a warrior, he wanted to die fighting the military forces that he had come to believe were about the work of a race war against his Dakota people by ouster, starvation, and slaughter. The higher order conduct of Gandhi and Martin Luther King, Jr., is of course the true change agent, but not all leaders have seen this pathway to justice and progress (nor a timely and honest modern media to publicize the racism and injustice of the oppressor).

The purity of the warrior is that in killing another warrior one accepts the groundrules that his opponent is bound by the same code of kill or be killed. Viewed in this light warriors are locked not only in mortal combat but in acceptance of the outcome as not determined by one's personal fate, but rather one is open to the outcome of trial by combat by putting oneself at risk of death by the sword.

In the course of human conduct, the course of warfare is that non-combatants are victimized by warriors who fail to live by chivalry's higher course of conduct. Because Little Crow in starting the Dakota War in Minnesota in 1852 (not causing it just starting it) can not wash his hands of either the fate of his own people or the fate of innocents in a time of war, he has to be viewed as a tragic character (by which I mean both noble and flawed).

The really fine point on this is made by Dee Brown in Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee.  Metaphorically, Black Kettle wrapped himself in the American Flag. He trusted in the Great White Father in Washington and he and his wife were slaughtered by the U.S. Cavalry at Washita Massacre (General George Armstrong Custer in his glory as an Indian fighter).  Had Little Crow the same fate as Black Kettle, then it really did not matter what posture the Native American took, the Europeans were about removal and destruction of Native Peoples.

These European Americans spoke of Manifest Destiny and the white man's civilization as the wave of the future for world domination. It's a terrible, terrible legacy for this country, and it lives with us yet as the imperial mindset which is capable of "justice" for others, but lastly for itself and its own criminal acts.

Today, the day [May 2, 2011] I learned of the death of Osama Bin Laden, I fear my own country's capacity to hunt down and kill the dissenter's to capitalism and neo-colonialism as a new world order. If Osama had been brought to trial for his misdeeds on which evidence substantiated his criminality, it would have at least tracked a civilized response to terrorism by an extremist.

The War on Terror is ultimately about our own practices of terrorism by smart bombs and satellite imagery and interrogation by torture. War is not pretty.  Little Crow oddly stands a little taller in my perceptions today not because he chose like Osama to take the war to his enemies, but because his dissent was premised on nobility, not hatred of his enemies. I do not agree with the perceptions of Little Crow or Osama, I just believe that the U.S. is no different than these two who can be termed paranoid, or realists, depending on one's point of view. The United States in its War on Terrorism can never prevail when its internal compass is predicated on paranoia, specifically fear of the victims of capitalism and neo-colonialism.

Without an adequate system of justice, victims, driven by the anger of the victim, take the law into their own hands (which is what Osama, and Little Crow, and the U.S. did in seeking military retribution). Osama started the War on Terror its true, but we can not be so glib as to conclude that he caused it! Our demand for oil has made the strangest of bedfellows: western democracies in bed with oligarch's and dictators! As long as these do our bidding we label them friend, and when they dissent we label them evil! Go figure.

In a truly ordered society a trial would have put Osama's conduct up for examination as well as the conduct of those who claimed clean hands before prosecuting him for his misdeeds. The reason trial by the sword works for us is that we won. Osama is dead! Osama is ennobled because he had to know that in taking up the sword he would die by the sword. We have made a hero for the disenfranchised Muslims of the world. Again, go figure! But now we stare in the face the Muslim world across Asia and Africa in which our "friends" are dictators, oligarchs, and butchers. The causes of Osama taking up the sword and having martyre supporters is with us yet.

Note on preferred use of Dakota:  Dakota, Lakota, and Nakota people are known to most of America as the Sioux people but that name Sioux is used by competitors of of the woodland Dakota peoples, the Anishabe (Chippewa or Ojibway), to whom Sioux means "enemy."

Friday, June 29, 2012

Rise, Chief Justice of the United States, John Roberts, is in the Room

Yesterday, the Supreme Court upheld the Affordable Care Act.  The majority of five which prevailed on the questions of law before it can not be said to be homogenous, for among them is the Chief Justice John Roberts.  

Pundits will of couse (including myself) mark the occasion as a triumph of governance in which the Court sat astride the stallions of the Executive Branch, Congress, and public opinion and brought them in mutual accord, or not. 

But the decision preserves the Court's power as an arbiter in ways to resonate down the ages (even help reverse the onus of its politically expedient Bush v. Gore decision of 2000 in which it can arguably be said that the Court elected the President of choice of the majority of Justices on the Court at that time [true or not besmirching the reputation of the Court as a panel of jurists of probity]). 

So, the Chief Justice became my Chief Justice today and I will began to see him more subtlely and as a true Chief Justice.  That is not to say he will go unscathed in my appraisal of his time on the Court.  Then I dare say he perhaps will never know of me or my criticism, good or bad.  Such is the fate of the glebewise commentator.

As to the Affordable Care Act, the law of the land, I wish it well and God speed.  It is not the universal care (single payer) system which rightly should and ultimately will prevail and is afforded by taxation of the wealth of this land we call our America.  Capitalism and its beneficiaries include the rich and poor alike, but it is supremely immoral to conclude that its outcomes are not capricious and self-serving and in many instances vile.  Only the income tax fairly imposed on the wealth of the nation can save us from the extremes of socialism or capitalism while incentivizing participatory democracy in profound ways (and not so profound ways such as the expansion of the self serving ways of those who can afford lawyers and lobbyists). 

As a Chrisitan and a citizen, anyone who would have my vote must have my confidence that he will regard the premise enshrined in the Constitution in that a government of laws is by consent of the governed.  To have my political consent, the "governors" of the land must be judicious which our Chief Justice showed himself to be yesterday (judicious and wise).  He has proven himself to be a John Marshall and a federalist of the highest order with a true understanding of the limited government concept, but as well a high regard for legislative made law and executive enforcement of those laws as is required by our Constitution.   In other terms, he abides by his own tenet that the Court should in its role advoid being an activist court (a conclusion reached typically by those who disagree with its reversals of past decisions or what is generally known as controlling precedents).

For the medical industry, the Court's decision is now a final peg in its goal in lobbying Congress to have a steady stream of income to procure a high standard of living for care providers (principally doctors) and investors in the industry, including medical device industry.  There will be other winners.  Time will tell if Congress crafted legislation that will endure.  Time will tell if those left out of the solution set for the medical industry includes a sufficient number of losers (which losers would have had coverage under a plan of universal care).  I believe the number of losers is a minority by design of Congress (hence by the design of the medical and medical device industry), and only the ACLU will give this minority its day in Court. 

A possible loser is the medical insurance industry but no industry is better suited to line the pockets of its executives (the true death tax beneficiaries inherent in the pre-ACA days) for it will seek modification of the ACA with abandon.  Their profit taking in the extreme may lose steam for a bit, but just a bit!  Trust me the medical insurance industry will own the Republican Party as it must block citizen initiated refinements of the ACA and possibly even supersede or void the ACA by amendment or otherwise.  The insurance industry will adjust and recover and even potentially coalesce in the wisdom of the ACA, but only if public pressure is built for universal single payer coverage.

A Time to Die for Little Crow of the Dakota

Year of the Dakota Series.

Today, I begin publication of a series of articles on The Year of the Dakota.  Richard J. Hilber 

1862, the Year of Months of the Hard Moon

by Richard J. Hilber

In Minnesota in 1862, the farmers among the Dakota people and the Christians among the Dakota people were faced with the crisis in Dakota identity as to the proper means and degree of adapting to European ways.  Also, they were challenged by their own dissenters who persisted in addressing the impropriety of adapting at all to European culture.  For the dissenters, the split in the bands and people of the tribe had in point of fact led to betrayal of the Dakota way of life.  Those who abstained from assimiliation, the traditionalists, had a clear conscience and knowledge of what was required of them, war. 

There was a reason a young brave thus should turn away from "civilization" and join a soldier lodge that would fight to the death to recover the Dakota way of life.  Deluded perhaps in their quest, but then wasn't America settled by the dissenters, protestants, outlaws, indentured servants, and rebels.  I wish to focus on the reason today as a means to generate sympathy and understanding of those who rose in rebellion.  I do not provide herein a list of atrocities committed by some among the rebel Dakota (denominated as renegades and criminals), nor the atrocities committed on any Indian who inhabited the State of Minnesota or Dakota Territory (perpertrated by those considered heroic by the Whites of Minnesota and elsewhere in the U.S.). 

How did the the bands become so fractured with divided loyaties?  The number one reason is that accommodation of the Whites in their lands had led to ouster, deprivation, and starvation (all of this before the period of active genocide of the Dakota of 1862-1864).  The enormous conquest of European settlement of the hunting grounds of the Dakota was fast apace as early as the 1840s with missionary attempts to restrict the tribes to civilization and farming.  The United States Congress was derelict and immoral in its provisioning of reservation bands of the Dakota people, in essence reneging on the treaty upon which the Dakota were removed from traditional hunting grounds south and west of the Mississippi River in Minnesota Territory. 

By 1858, the brand new State of  Minnesota essentially was free to treat Indians of any band or tribe as non-citizens, essentially outlaws.  Speculators in land, timber, and minerals could expect a hands free non-interference from the federal government and the state governments where the theft of Indian wealth was occurring. 

The immediate and "last straw" trigger though for the violence that ensued was deprivation.  If the Indians were to be prevented from hunting as widely as accustomed to feed their families, then staples grown on federal land on "reservations" had to suffice along with such meat and related products from hunting on "reservation" lands.  The realities of subsistence farming and hunting were coming to bear upon the Dakota and also the Winnibago of the State. 

Chief among the Dakota on "reservations" were the Mdewauketon band led by Little Crow.   Little Crow adapted especially well to Western trade, dress, culture, and even religion as he was churched Episcopalian although he also insisted on his Dakota culture and spirituality too.  He in essence was the bridge between the soldier-bands who resisted acculturation and christianization and the farmer and Christian Dakota. 

For the Dakota, members of the same family could find themselves divided by the events leading up to 1862, and the divide in the families and bands would become a gulf as a result of what happened at the Upper and Lower Agencies of the "sioux" reservation lands.  In the mix of Dakota were the mixed-blood children of the bands who were treated as family members  and for whom separate provisioning had been negotiates in the treaties which preceded the 1860s.  A mixed-blood might actually be a soldier-band adherent or a farmer or a Christian. 

The ignition of the tinders of deprivation and starvation for the Dakota Uprising turned out to be pride and the hunger of young braves who had failed in the hunt and having been refused by a settler in request for assistance, committed murders upon the settler and his family, and quite simply just took the foodstuffs they needed. 

As a result of these murders on a farmstead near Acton, Minnesota, on Sunday, August 17, 1862, there was a division among the entirety of the Dakota.  Were the braves guilty of murder to be turned over to the White authorities as criminals or were the Dakota to stand upon their rights and protect their sovereignty and their young braves from criminal prosecution?  The last person to hide out on this question of divided loyalties was Little Crow.  Why?  At his feet was laid the blame for the degradation of the Dakota by the Europeans, and the blame  well placed as the warriors knew their leader well.  They could shame him into dying with them if die he must.   He had afterall signed the treaties, the abhorent treaties of dispossession and betrayal by the government of the United States of America.

The soldier-lodges and their leaders prevailed upon Little Crow to take up the proverbial sword and lay waste the common enemy, the United States of America, the thief and oppressor and its Congress.  Thus, after attending Episcopalian Sunday services and returning to his home proximate to the Lower Agency, Little Crow sitting not in his western style house but in his tipi in the yard heard out the leaders who wanted war and had brought word of the killings at Acton to him.

The efforts made by Little Crow in advance of that pow wow in his tipi were sincere efforts at peace and insistently made.  He simply had stood his ground that his people were starving to death and that treaty payments which could have averted the crisis for his people had been delayed and siphoned off by creditors who wanted payments from the fur trade days settled up with them first. 

Conclusion in Red.  It should be remembered that Little Crow did not start the violence and that genocide on his people was already in progress against his people when he did decide to go to war against the U.S.  As for all leaders in war, atrocities would result which can be laid at the feet of the leader. 

War is not kind.  There is no place to hide for George W. Bush, or Barack Obama for that matter, on the innocent killed in Iraq and Afghanistan.  The nobility of the warrior to kill or to be killed by his opponent in hand to hand combat is a nobility that melts down to sundries for Presidents who do not pay the price in blood of their own children in battle.   Presidents of course claim the soldier as his son, as his daughter; indeed more sacred is the soldier who needlessly dies for one's policies and directives than your own blood son or daughter who continues to live into the light of day. 

No man should ever agree to be President who does not understand the peril in which his soul lies.  To wit, Abraham Lincoln, hero and martyre for the salvation of the federal union.

Friday, April 13, 2012

On the Child Care Controversy

The Right Hand does not always appreciate the role of the left hand.

At the risk of creating or renewing an old controversy, we need to come together as one society. In no arena is this more poignant than in the life of just one small child.

A recent episode in the media involves a Democratic consultant named Hilary Rosen who made a comment on a stay-at-home presidential candidate’s wife, Ann Romney, as having “never worked a day in her life.” In fairness to Ann Romney her child rearing success with her children is not part of the controversy, at least not yet nor how she managed the success (her book is due out if timely done assuming it will and should be written).

It is generally agreed by all including the Obama White House that the Rosen comment was unfair and without factual basis. Her comment provided more grist for the mill on single parents as a problem in our society however, and not just the inequities of the wealthy affording one parent’s staying at home for the sake of child rearing, as opposed to third party child care for small children while both parents work outside the home on their careers (which is the ideal value in the discourse of the equality of the sexes at least as it is termed nowadays and the related topic of tax advantage for married couples with children).

I for one wholly applaud the wealthy for a primary allocation of family assets for the child by providing in home parenting (by the parent mother or father). The wealthy of course can afford third party child care to support the stay at home parent as well. So in no arena of American society is the uneveness between the rich and poor more exaggerated and responsible in large measure for the great inequities that result when a child reaches the school house door. But I still applaud the wealthy who put the family first.

As an aside but one very germain to my point here: let’s not forget though that inequities in the workplace in particular dealing with income and career advancement for women are due in large measure to the employee or professional who not only has to succeed at work but in role as single parent at home with the worry and expense of affordable day care while she is at work and later for after school care before she should reach the door of her home.

I am very grateful for the mother of my two daughters and her mothering and homemaking skill set. She was always on and present in our married life to see to the children and to the next task. She had to stretch our income from my teaching job a very long way and then with even less when I worked construction in the summers.

As our children got older, she worked outside the home and is a high performer in work world too. We have not been married now since 1988, but our daughters have turned out extremely well. I know sacrifices are made by parents but I never appreciated it quite so much until I'd lived through it myself.

Our marriages do not always survive but that doesn't mean the joy and compassion of being parents can not always be held in common. I agree that the family is under attack in society, and the attack is often fueled by selfishness. But the family is the unit where we belong and selfishness is self defeating there, especially when the loved ones deserve better and we have to be just our very best selves.

The real threat to the family is not single parent families, it’s the economic duress which often accompanies that family unit. Plus, so many who have children are too slow on the uptake of coming through for an infant and of providing the safe haven which ideally is always afforded every child.

I for one believe that every child deserves a support system to augment whatever effective parenting the child should have. Nowadays, one child’s support system can look vastly different from another child’s support system even though they might live in the very same community and neighborhood. It has never been more true that “it takes a village to raise a child.”

Note bene. The use by Hilary Clinton of the phrase as a title for her book of 1996 popularized this expression, but she I’m sure does not take credit for its originality (indeed she failed at the time to credit her partnership with ghostwriter Barbara Feinman (aka Barbara Feinman Todd after her marriage)). More importantly, related wisdom says that “a single hand cannot carry a baby” and “a single hand cannot bring up a child” which also make the point but these formulations lack the centrality of focus for a village, a child’s well being. See wikipedia article noted below with more details than noted above:

See (at http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/It_Takes_a_Village). “It Takes a Village: And Other Lessons Children Teach Us is a book published in 1996 by First Lady of the United States Hillary Rodham Clinton. In it, Clinton presents her vision for the children of America. She focuses on the impact individuals and groups outside the family have, for better or worse, on a child's well-being, and advocates a society which meets all of a child's needs.”

Thursday, April 12, 2012

Beware, Poet Gregg Brings Cantaloupe and Machete to Her Every Reading

Note. The following review was written in July 2010 and held as I’d hoped to speak with the poet of her book and its creation. That has not happened but perhaps she when searching the web will come across my review of her book. I offer it to my readers with appreciation for her accomplishment. RJH. Thursday, April 12, 2012.


Beware, Poet Gregg Brings Cantaloupe and Machete to Her Every Reading
by Richard J. Hilber

The concept of fruition should be a kindly warm feeling to those in senescence as life has treated one with success and one can savor the rewards (hopefully not indulging in self-satisfaction). Keep in mind the word "fruition" and this collection may work for you. The title of this collection is Suddenly Autumn (to purchase this collection see note at the bottom of this review). That title suggests autumn could sneek up on us, or for that matter old age could sneek up on us. Can it? (I know for me its cumulative and overlapping my years of maturity which overlap still active moments of immaturity.)

The theme of this collection is an appreciation of one's having come into one's senescence (see "Senescence" the poem at page 30 of the collection). The focus then would be on an understanding of how one grows worse with age, mentally and physical, or not, as it's likely uneven. Some would experience a growth in spirituality as they reclaim it having either shed it or parse it to death in living through adolescence and adulthood.

The poet conceptualizes this time in her life (presumably age 62 at time of composition) as a time of new beginnings (see the title poem which presents first). The placement of the poem entitled "Suddenly Autumn" first in the collection signals this collection of poems is meant to be thematic. So the tennis net is in place and the success of this undertaking in play. The poet is not to be let off the hook upon which she would hang her proverbial cap!

The theme is revisited in the poem "September Getaway" (p. 35). The poem is everything I expect of lyrical poetry. It has scope and depth of feeling and appreciation of one's relationship to beauty and to nature. Enough said. Buy the book if only to read this poem and treasure it.

As the reader soon grasps, the poet Gregg is a poet of the globular fruit school. This is fortunate for the theme because fruit is typically to be harvested in autumn. So perhaps the poems in the collection using fruit will deserve a free pass (but not if I can help it, they won't). If a poem uses the imagery of fruit, does it advance the thematic fullness (or its opposite) of senescence, or does it not?

To show we readers that she knows her gig (this poet is also a stand-up comic),

by the fourth poem in the collection she rewinds a biograhic anecdote of Cezanne and his penchant for apples in his paintings. She infuses the anecdote with a supposition. Cantaloupe, while stunning when at first sliced apart, fails the artist's need for repose during his artistic efforts. This would be the equivalent of a model, let's say Twiggy, who manages the perfect imp smile but only fleetingly and so quickly as to not indulge the camera's lens speed (even when increased to the hummingbird at a stand still speed). Modeling does have its place in these poems (see "The Nudes" at page 24) and how the realist succeeds in art that comes to life, leaps off the page back into life.

This poet is sure of her fruit ("Cezanne can have his apples, I'll have my cantaloupe.") By the time the reader catches up to the poet, the poem to catch is on page 17, and is entitled "Thoughtful Voyeur: Woman and the Cantaloupe." This is one of the poems selected by Keillor for performance and publication. Its persona is the woman, every woman, in her kitchen attuned to the beautiful in the disclosure of the innards of a cantaloupe. As a man, I'd like to say, it's a persona that is the woman inside all of us who have to go about the mundane chores persisting in experiencing the world with our sensuous longings for beauty while we do so. For a manly man to want to slice open such a fruit he might want to do it behind closed doors and hopefully not have mistaken his true love for a cantaloupe (sorry about the macabre elicited by slicing fruit; it's the mischief latent in all the globular fruit imagery, right?).

Globular fruit poets if they are smart mix it up a bit. They throw in bulbs, as in onion and garlic bulbs, vegetables not fruits. So in "Winter Garlic" (p. 32) she mixes it up a bit! The poem's persona is the woman in her kitchen again but this time the empathy she feels is palpable for the separating of cloves of the garlic reminds her of orphans alone and apart from parents and siblings. One is reminded that fruits are evocative of passion and vegetables of compassion. I can not picture a senescence in which I have not evolved in my empathy for others. This poet is a free range chicken poet. She will go where she has to go, literally speaking in the kitchen, to find the meanings of senescence such as in the imperatives of savoring beauty as our days in number decrease. Also, our true fear of aging should be a dotage marked by sterility, of a life without empathy for others. (Belief in afterlife provides no relief to those without empathy be ye Buddhist or Christian, Muslim or Jew [atheists get a pass on this one and possibly theists].)

What more is there to do with the word fruit than to deal with its exuded self: fruition. One of her poems upon a subtle reading will disclose the tendency in the poet's work to exude as from the repose of fruit, fruition. See in the poem "Absence" (page 36) that personal loss of the loved one in which the pain is often palpable as a globed fruit is found not in a fruit but in the globe of the persona's human heart, the residence of the ache (in the geography of the emotions, not to be found in dissecting cadavers). I want to say this poem begs the need for an amputation of something. It has to do with absence, of a limb missing from our self which was made whole by conjoining with another. The nerve endings are raw and we suffer loss. That's heart rending and imagine coming into senescence and not have experienced such a loss. Would one not have missed out on the experience of what it means to be alive and to suffer the loss of fullness, of having become more fully realized as a person? This awareness of loss is part of living. See especially her poem "Purple Heart" (p. 49) if you need to see any further into the truth of experiencing fullness in life.

This brings me to my second favorite poem in the entire collection: "Sympathy Card" (p. 42). Aunt Lina has survived her adult daughter and things are out of all bounds, sad. Can a sympathy card even broach the subject without being maudlin and cheap emotionalism? I note that the persona niece in the poem is careful of her detachment from the suffering while not incapable of a matched empathy for her aunt, honestly sympathetic in her reserve. Acknowledging loss of another takes courage, a courage not usually required of etiquette. In this context a carelessly mailed sympathy card is as likely to tear out the heart of the bereaved as not. Better keep the language spare and remember to check in on her when all the brouhaha of wakes and funerals has passed.

Now my favorite poem follows from this one, the metaphorical celebration of the private psyche: "Aunt Rose" (p. 51). In this the persona's relative, we find the exemplar of the hidden life of those in senescence. Beauty is masked and the container is labeled severe (like the husk of a cantaloupe, my dear), but inside is the fullness of life, the enduring possession of what has a life of its own, beauty.



[A]t night she looses

over the pillow,

a sudden autumn

against winter's

coarse, muslin white.



And so we now know that the poets appreciation of the aging process is inclusive of not just loss of physical and mental capacity, of relationships gone awry, but also of the empathy which makes life ever so bearable and livable and suicide is no solution for one who feels empathy and would keep company with those who also live long and would do no less than our forebears who chose life minimalized, but no less to be lived. Odd that the maximizing of our years as a corollary includes a minimizing of our capacities.

As I said earlier: "Globular fruit poets if they are smart mix it up a bit." Poet Gregg continues to look for other globular images, not just fruits and vegetables. In "K-Mart Map" (p. 37), she uses the poet's own persona who buys a three ring binder for her poems the cover of which is a flattened out into a globular map (projection of regions in cloves of the surface of the planet). The wisdom of this poet is that she knows the map may help her gloss the evening news of mishaps and tragedies a world away, but her poems inside this cover focus on the appreciable experience of beauty. It's where we all should be so lucky to go when woes and travail about swamp our lives with no life preserver or oars but yet the prospect of beauty (which in this poem is about perusing and reading from the page in collected poetry with the poem about the three peaches in the sunlight). We have to be careful of escapism, but a healthy psyche requires too that we stay balanced between not just good and evil, but also futility and beauty. I do not believe this poet is into escaping consequence of mortality, of loss, or of one's own proclivity for endurance into one's old age (senescence in the calendar sense).

Afterword.  Finally, without glossing every poem's place in this collection, I can answer the question as to whether Poet Gregg can hang her cap on this collection of poems as a unified collection of superb poems. Time has not changed that for me as I reflect back to the time I read her poems during a wonderful summer afternoon in advance of autumn on a screened deck. I had a very pleasant evening reflecting on her success as I wrote this review last July 10, 2011.

Richard J. Hilber, Thursday, April 12, 2012.

Availability Note.  Suddenly Autumn by Cindy Gregg is available for purchase.  See http://blog.magersandquinn.com/ which is the site at which I placed my order for her book and the order was promptly sent to me.

The Poetry We Publish

[The following essay is written for poets who would publish (and contest administrators and publishers as well) that we all have the target clearly in mind: poetry to be heard and to be read by those seeking and relishing successful vicarious experience through one of the language arts, poetry.]

Recently, I did a vanity search for a woman I've befriended in the past and wanted to check up on as I admire her still and her persistence at living life on her terms as she is both able and capable. The result of this search was learning that Garrison Keillor had published on two separate occasions two of her poems.

Well, to have had the Minnesota Bard read your poems in his whimsical sonority is certain fame. I note that following his readings and publication of these poems they were both picked up by food blogs and published anew to the world.

It's mind boggling to realize that we still do publish poetry, even if it's just not selling except to help market food recipes (largely assuming the food bloggers paid a stipend for a poem's use). This is not to say I do not appreciate the blog publications and the Writer's Almanac dosage of poetry pre-read and selected by the Bard's staff person (I hear there is one who does this). I also believe the two poems definitely belong on the Writer's Almanac and I salute my friend for having won publication there (a gatekeeper of the poetry art has a weighty job for which I hope he or she is compensated copiously and ironically).

My friend has worked at seeing her poems otherwise published as magazine verse, which is admirable and praiseworthy. Based only on supposition and on one of her poems, I believe she has also submitted poetry to at least one competition with an annual prize in the thousands of dollars. This is is a much larger undertaking as the poems selected have to be so stunningly good and the collection of the poems so unified that the judge of the competition can not sidestep the "duty" to find this book a publisher. And on the scale of the Daisy Rifle that even if the collection is itself not to be awarded the prize (would that be for political reasons?) the judge of the contest finds the collection a publisher. The Poetry Foundation appears to have a concern for publication of efforts of note which makes the process redeemable for all of us who enter (even those of us who are short of being one's own editor).

One wonders if contests of note actually have this regard for quality collections and poems when they process the submissions. Do they, as we assume truly keep the authorship blind until after the point of selection of thee finalist. Some mask the violation of the principle of the blind entry by deciding multiple award recipients once the poet's are unmasked. The reasons for this are not legend. A prize of note builds its reputation on marketability. Plus, other factors beyond the control of the entrant are at work. I believe, as I believe you do, that marketability and objective judgement are mutually beneficial to the publisher of poetry. It's the reality of the marketplace. So read the contest rules with eyes to see what the task really is and how you can affect the outcome, but accept you do not control it, except by the quality of your submitted work. Hopefully, you will stay in the vineyard working the winepresses and bottlers.

Recently, I read the historical rendition of the Yale Younger Poets contest series. The insider's view of how the "winners" came to be is a real page turner for us who have labored in the optimistic pursuit of meritorious publication of our poems and collections. It should be noted by all entrants and contest advertisements as well that if a submission is not in fact a unified collection of superbly crafted poetry, it will not be further agonized over by the readers for the contest. I say this because a prize of note should require this as the base line for consideration. (Don't we love it when the announcement of the winner is accompanied by an apology to the losers: "The quality of the work of entrants was such that the selection of the winner was arduous and edifying for me as the judge." This makes the payment of the entry fee [read reader's fee] more tolerable the next time we enter.)

Consequencially, I urge poets before making submissions to have at least one other who has skill and experience become a reader with not only critical skills but the willingness to foster change and growth in the quality of results for submission. Writing programs offer this, but I for one do not think academia should be the situs of our art and craft (except that it should not be prohibited from being a situs).

We have to be somewhere on the timeline of fruition with our poetry. Early efforts can show promise and even a new direction but it's not unusual for the poems without promise to actually embrace a new direction in poetry (especially if they seem out of control) and for poems with promise to be mirrors of the mature work of established poets (they meet our expectations for modern verse).

Imitation and borrowing is not to be scorned (attribution in text or otherwise noted of our borrowings is due though, in all honesty, which is not to say that subtlety in giving obeisance is not appreciated). I also believe that the allusions whether historical or literary should be handled with panache, either by obvious mistaken representation by a persona in a poem (a la George W. Bush) or with regard for capturing the truth as that truth is to be had. In some cases, truth is not to be purchased by any amount of study or regard for it; and so poets be careful in your wordchoice because readers of poetry are rightly not a forgiving class of persons, typically widely read and capable of doing the research on his or her own. Wouldn't it be a bit odd to hold our politicians to a higher standard of accuracy in allusion and reference than we do our poets?

I am an advocate of the school for genius being the person's own mind and imagination. That's the whole game in a nutshell. You could pay tens of thousands of dollars for a masters of fine arts and fall short of the mark. The integrity of the process though is in the creation of original work and products worthy of readers. The work must be respectful of readers and trustworthy of the integrity and intelligence of persons who should read our poetry. The pedantic and the obstreperous (think bombastic and ego-centric professor) may yet have a place in our poetics but rarely do we find their poetry readable unless they take on a persona in opposition to their public person persona. This is not to say that the persona in a poem speaking in first person can not irritate or irk us, but that had better be by design of the poet whose sense of dramatic and situational irony is not lacking.

Finally, to my fellow poets on the quest, I have some hard won advice to give in addition to what is offered above. Be wary of padding your submissions. A small collection of superb poems in a unified collection deserves publication. Be strong in your conceptualization of a collection (quantity is second to quality). Do not shun the humble undertaking. Do shun the grandiose which leaves itself open to that host of critiques that follows a too ambitious undertaking (unless you are Cervantes's Don Quixote, in which case, press on). Keep in front of you what comes next and deal with the problems in front of you. A poem with a problem is a jewel unshined. See the problem and the solution should follow (so sleep on it). Unvarnished truth too can be stunning especially in the vernacular (so be careful what you take a shine to).

Ultimately, you will have to weather the critics. At least make sure you are the first critic in that line of well-wishers who may take time to critique one's efforts. A mean spirited poetry critic may have incorrectly assessed our effort, but like one's mad aunt still value the truth in what he or she has to offer and trash the rest of verbiage. Oh yah, have a little lighthearted laugh when a poem is finished and has taken on a life of its own. It's why we should bother to write poetry.

Richard J. Hilber